The show must go on (End)

Vera listened to the weasel's impassioned speech with casual interest, her brow raising as Texas aired her grievances. Once she was sure Texas was finished, she simply smirked as she dug into her breast pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, friend" she said as she unfolded it to reveal an elaborate looking contract with Texas's name signed at the bottom. "Subsection F, Paragraph 3: The Promoter (that's me) hereby reserves the right to object to the resignation of The Talent (that's you) should it pose a significant risk to profit margins going forward. Thus, The Talent (that's you) must provide sufficient financial incentive to the Promoter (that's me) to recoup any potential losses that would incur as a result of their departure"

"What the hell does any of that mean?" Georgia asked as she scratched her head in confusion.

"It means, my big, money making friend, that Texas here can't quit unless she's willing she to pay me the money I'd lose not having her on the roster~"

"How the hell does that even make sense?" Texas cried in confusion. "Ah gotta pay to for the right to quit?!"

"Mmhm" Vera said tucked the paper back into the pocket of her jacket. "Such is the nature of this business, Ms. Stanton. Now, today's gate was about one thousand... tickets go for five bucks a pop, so that five thousand dollars we made... next week is our big show, so attendance will be doubled, so that's ten thousand... I'd estimate that having and Georgia as the main event would generate boost our gate by at least one fourth.. ten divided by four is two point five, which rounded would be three..."

"YOU WANT ME TO PAY YOU THIRTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS?!" Texas screamed, her eyes growing wide with disbelief. "Ah'm a sheriff, ah ain't go that kinda money!"

"Damn. And I thought that Vivian was ruthless when it came to screwin folks over..." Georgia snickered.

"Now now, there's no need to panic" The promoter said as she wrapped an arm around Texas. "This is just a small hurdle in the way of progress. With you and Georgia on the marquee next week, you should make more than enough money to buyout your contract. You just need to tough it out for a bit longer"

Texas frowned. She made it all sound so easy, but the thought of going through all that again was nightmarish. The sheriff considered the option of taking out a loan to buyout the contract herself. It would put her in a hole financially, but at least it would mean that she was done with all this wrestling nonsense...

That idea was tossed aside in an instant. There was no way she could pay that off with her meager salary. She'd have to get a second job on top of her already hectic duties as the town sheriff and she'd never have a moment of rest ever again. She sighed and shook her head despondently.

"Alright... ah guess ah can ride this out fer a bit longer..." she muttered.

"Great!" Vera exclaimed as she gave her a rough pat on the back. "Now if you ladies will follow me to my office, we can get to work discussing how we're going to promote the your next big bout~"

Texas and Georgia followed the petite woman out of the locker room and down the hall to her office, the latter beaming excitedly the entire time. The thought of questioning the nature of her own contract never once occurred to her, though it was doubtful that she would've cared even if it had crossed her mind. Her meeting Texas in the ring was a happy little accident, so she didn't expect it to last beyond that one night. She was absolutely giddy to get back in that ring and repeat the beatdown she delivered to her hated rival. Little did she know, it would be far from the last time she would be afforded such an opportunity...

Georgia wanted a lot out of life. She wanted to money, she wanted power, and she wanted her name to invoke fear and respect in all who heard it. That's why she was dead set on becoming sheriff, as in her eyes, that was the only occupation that met all of her selfish desires.

At least, that's what she initially thought.

What started as a hobby done to blow off steam between jobs was now her full time profession. Georgia went from a small time crook living of a rinky-dink mining town to one of the most wealthy and famous stars in all the country. With her growing notoriety, Vera had opted to promote her as "Gorgeous Georgia," and helped refine the mare's talent stirring up crowds.

She travelled from county to county, from state to state, wrestling in front of sold out arenas. With her mane neatly permed and her attire consisting of a gold sequin singlet with the backside open to keep her powerful ass exposed, she would be greeted with deafening cheers. Men wanted her, women wanted to be her. Truly, she could ask for no better life to live.

Of course, all of that was secondary to her true passion. While she adored the fame and fortune her job granted her, what made it great was that it all came at expense of her long time enemy, Texas. In stark contrast to Georgia's life of opulence and fame, the name Texas Stanton had become synonymous with boobery and humiliation.

The weasel's second match with Georgia ended in an even greater defeat than the first, as the mare mashed and folded her into a pair of panties which she made sure to wear as she walked out into the back. After enduring yet another humiliating loss, Texas looked forward to finally putting it all behind her... but unfortunately, she would never get the chance. Vera McMayhem came off as friendly and approachable but was probably even more crooked than Vivian when it came to writing contracts. The murky language of trapped the sheriff in a seemingly never ending loop of wrestling, getting destroyed, saving money needed to one day buyout her contract, and having that price increase due to the growing ticket sales.

Her fame grew alongside Georgias as fans paid good money just to see her struggle against larger wrestlers. Vera encouraged all of her opponents to be as creative as possible with her, resulting in her being absolutely brutalized every time she got into the ring. Whether or not she actually won her matches didn't matter to the fans. They cheered her as an underdog but also cheered for the matches where stuffing beaten out of her.

The worse beatings came from Georgia, naturally. Their feud became the stuff legends, with Georgia playing the role of an unstoppable bad guy wrestler being chased by the brave heroic underdog. Most of their matches ended with Georgia decimating Texas, living her plastered against her giant body as she stepped out of the arena. Every now again again she'd take the fall and let the weasel win, though she was more than happy to do so as it was a blow to the former sheriff's pride. Texas had gone from never losing to Georgia to only being able to win when Georgia was feeling generous.

Slowly but surely, Texas's fighting spirit would significantly diminish. The same woman who would fearlessly fight against the rampant crime of Gold Springs would be reduced to a weak willed submissive. She would come across as brave and bold in front of the audience, but it was nothing more than an act which had been drilled into her head by Vera. The moment she stepped back behind the curtain, the mask would drop and she would be act as a servant to the other wrestlers.

For what it was worth, her coworkers weren't nearly as mean spirited as Georgia. At worse they would haze Texas, having her shine their boots and wash their singlets (though on occasion they would demand that she do both with her tongue.) Her boss Vera wasn't at all above mistreating the weasel herself, parking her fat squirrel ass onto her face while she went through paper work. Texas didn't even need to be instructed, as Vera would come up to her and gently push her down onto her knees, the weasel's body complying with her out of instinct.

It went without saying that Georgia was the absolute worst when it came to abusing the former sheriff. When she wasn't forcing Texas to wait on her hand and foot, she was using her as a washrag, a training dummy, and when she was feeling particularly worked up after a match, a sex toy. The most resistance Texas would offer was a feeble plea for the mare to not be too rough with her, much to Georgia's amusement.

By the time Texas finally had enough money to buyout her contract, almost a decade had passed. Mrs. McMayhem was surprisingly receptive to the news and wished the weasel well on her future endeavors. At long last, things would finally go back to normal for Texas Stanton... at least, that's what she had hoped. While she was officially free to go about her life, the damage done to her psyche still remained.

Upon realizing that there would be no more matches between her and Georgia, the mare decided to take matters into her own hands. Texas was in the middle of packing her bags in her dressing room when Georgia barged into the room. Texas whirled around, her once fearless eyes made permanently wide as she stared up at the giant before her.

"O-Oh! G-G-Georgia! Ah uh... A-Ah was gonna... come say... goodbye..." she stammered nervously. The memories of her past victories against the former crook were buried deep in the recesses of her broken mind. To her, Georgia was unbeatable **** of nature and she feared her as such. Georgia snorted, ignoring the shaking weasel as she began fishing through the front of her singlet. Texas blinked as she pulled out a collar with a leash attached to it and flinched as it was tossed at her feet.

"Put it on" Georgia order flatly.

"Um... what... ah don't..."

"Something wrong with your hearing?" Georgia asked, her voice barely raising as she stared down at the trembling weasel. "Hurry up and put it on. My ride is coming and I gotta be at the magazine signing in five minutes"

Texas looked down at the collar and swallowed. Some time ago she would've questioned something like this, but the only thoughts going through her mind at that moment revolved around not upsetting Georgia. She slipped the collar on, groaning inwardly at her wounded pride. Georgia nodded her head in approval before snatching up the leash and yanking the weasel towards her.

"Come on" the mare said as she began walking down the hall.

Texas was quick to obey, her legs pushing her forward more out of habit than desire. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that all the time she had spent saving her money to be free of Georgia's grasp was about to be rendered moot. As they walked down the hall, her former coworkers gave their goodbyes and not a single one of them acknowledged collar and leash. Texas nodded back at them, though couldn't stop to talk as she to keep up with Georgia's long strides. By the time they reached exit, Texas worked up the nerve to speak again.

"G-Georgia? Um... w-w-where are we g-g-going?" she asked meekly. She winced as Georgia came to a halt, a wave of panic shooting through her. "Ah'm sorry! Ah know it ain't none o' mah business! P-Please don't be angry with me!" she cried fearfully.

"You spent up all your savings to get out of your contract" Georgia said as she glanced over her shoulder and down at the weasel. "You ain't got a job, you ain't got a home, and the only think you're really good at is being my toadie. It only makes sense that I'd let you live with me"

Texas couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Georgia being serious? After all the hell she put her through, she really thought that Texas would be down with this idea?! The weasel was outraged, though it didn't translate all that well when she spoke up.

"But... ah don't... ah don't... work here no more..." she said as she pointed down the hall.

"Neither do I. I quit" Georgia said in a matter of fact tone. She chuckled at the bewilderment on Texas's face. "Don't get me wrong, I loved this job. Working here has been the best years of my life... but it don't mean nothing to me if you're not around no more. You're the reason I stayed for so long."

"But... but why?" Texas asked in confusion.

"Because I hate your guts and I liked getting paid to beat you up in front of a live audience" Georgia said with a smirk. Texas felt her stomach lurch at the mare's explanation. She never would've imagined anyone could be that dedicated to being petty and cruel.

"Georgia, please... ah just wanna go home..." Texas whined as she tugged at the leash weakly. Her pitiful struggles were halted as Georgia gave the leash a rough yank, mashing the weasel face first into her groin. Texas shuddered as she felt a familiar dampness beneath the mare's singlet, accompanied by the powerful scent of arousal.

"Mmm... I like that..." Georgia purred, her body growing warm as she bit down on her bottom lip. One would think that the years she spent tormenting her foe would eventually dull the hatred she felt but it only made the mare more perverse in how she expressed that hatred. She had fallen in love with Texas... or rather, she fell in love with hurting Texas. "You got me all hot and bothered now... I think I'll keep you between my legs while I sign autographs~"

Texas continued to feebly plead with Georgia, even as she followed her out the door and into the wagon waiting for them. She would spend the rest of her life as Georgia's plaything. When she wasn't being paraded around and humiliated in public, Georgia kept her imprisoned in the mansion she ended up purchasing. No matter how badly she was treated, no matter how much she wanted her freedom, Texas never once tried to escape despite Georgia putting no effort into keeping her confined.

The doors were never locked, the front gate was never shut, and the house staff completely ignored her, but the former sheriff was far too damaged act on her own. Georgia had the weasel so well trained, her confidence so low and her pride so thoroughly crushed, that was only one way she could ever see herself being free from this horrible life: with Georgia's permission.

That never happened.