Dixie Clemets vs. Taylor Parrish ~Buxom Blue-Eyed Blondes!~

Alexandra wrote:Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or K.O.

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With the sound of her familiar entrance theme in her ears, and a wide, confident grin on her face, Dixie Clemets bust into the Friction arena, the Texan jogging straight down the ramp towards the ring as she made her sudden appearance. It had been way too damn long since she had been in an actual televised match, on the main Friction show like this. Sure, she had taken part in a multitude of dark matches and DVD things, but she didn't count those. Not compared to something like this, competing for a full house, a packed arena. She loved the feeling, and she couldn't wait to get the match underway.

As soon as Dixie reached the ring, the cowgirl slipped under the ropes and leaped back up to her feet, throwing both of her arms up into the air, her motion the signal that the crowd needed to begin cheering and screaming for her even louder then before. Dixie was a fan favorite, no doubt about that, and not even the recent dislike towards Americans that the former champion Akashi Tanikaze had riled up could stop Dixie's fans from giving her their cheers and admiration.

Dixie paraded around the ring for several long moments, slowly walking in a circle around it, waving and grinning at the crowd, until she finally headed towards a corner, leaning against it as she waited for her opponent for the night to arrive. She wasn't entirely sure who she was up against tonight. Management had told her that it would be a newcomer, and tonight would be her debut in Friction, and Dixie was fine with that. If the girl had skills, then they'd put on a good show for the crowd. If not? Then Dixie was ready to give her a proper welcoming to Friction, and show her just what she was getting herself into it.

She stretched out her arms along the ropes, leaning against the corner, and watched the arena entrance intently, waiting patiently for the newcomer to arrive.

Pithy wrote:

Spoiler:

This was it - Taylor's first, real match on Friction. As she heard the muffled opening of her theme playing in the open arena before her, she coped with the last of the excited nerves that only now chose to tickle at her senses. She had prepared herself for this new experience long before tonight; a few more people in the crowd and a television audience didn't make any difference. It was still wrestling. Taylor knew how to win over fans - put on a good performance, provide them with a little loving, and ultimately, emerge as a powerful contender. She intended to hit all of those marks tonight. When her song hit the drumroll, she rushed onto the stage, pausing there to flash her toothiest smile and provide a broad wave to the crowd. Their noise was excellent, and immediately, Taylor was already primed to get in the ring and fight for a win.

Despite her interest in earning as many fans as possible tonight, her eyes couldn't help but cut to the ring as she started walking down the ramp with her usual strut. The Friction match-makers seemed to be the "wait and see" types, since Taylor had only been told that she would be fighting a woman with experience in several promotions but who hadn't been in the ring for a televised match for a time, as a way to gauge Taylor's readiness for the limelight. Taylor didn't bother to tell them, but she knew that she was ready. She had been the headline act in her small promotion for years, and though she knew that past success didn't instantly grant her a free pass to become a contender in the AFW, she was confident that she could capably represent herself as a new, enticing brand and hold her own more than capably against these other women.

She hopped up onto the edge of the ring, grabbing the ropes to haul herself up, and there she grabbed her first glance at the woman she would be fighting. Taylor's eyes widened. Apparently, the organizers had set her up with herself to a certain extent - the woman was a sturdy-framed blonde, complete with her own set of blue eyes and standing maybe an inch or two taller than Taylor. Though Taylor didn't stare at her, continuing her entrance routine, she could appreciate the woman's looks at quick glance and recognized that her attire made her appear as something of a scantily-dressed cowgirl. American? Possibly. Taylor liked her look, anyway.

She hopped nimbly onto the bottom ropes at the turnbuckle across from her opponent, blowing a kiss to the crowd and taking a moment to appreciate its size before she hopped down. She was in no small promotion anymore. She freed herself of the jacket covering her shoulders and tossed it out into the crowd, earning a few whistles from the fans in the nearby seats, now with her bare shoulders exposed. Once back on the mat, she turned and gazed at her opponent again. Not knowing exactly how greetings in the ring typically went in AFW and guessing the other woman would say something if anything was going to be said, Taylor simply nodded at her, still appreciating the blonde bombshell. No one back in Toronto had looked as much like a wrestler as this woman...Taylor was as anxious as she could be to test her mettle against her.

Alexandra wrote:Dixie watched, with great interest, as Taylor made her entrance, looking intently towards her as the blonde appeared on the scene. She stretched forward, craning her neck to try and get a better look at Taylor. The first thing she noticed, of course, was the woman's bright blonde hair. Of course she had blonde hair. Someone backstage seemed to enjoy putting Dixie up against other blondes, and the Texan was already assuming that Taylor's eyes were just as blue as Dixie's own.

Once Taylor had actually gotten closer and entered the ring, Dixie shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle. Of course they were blue. Of course she was up against another fit looking blonde. It amused Dixie more then it did anything, but she quickly pushed those amused thoughts out of her mind. She had a match ahead of her, and she needed to focus.

She watched Taylor closely, her eyes trailing over her body, then back up again, looking over her shoulders and her arms as she pulled off her jacket and tossed it to the crowd. The girl definitely looked like she was in good shape. She seemed to have a strong, fit body (though not as strong looking as Dixie's own tight, muscular form...in the Texan's own opinion, anyway), and she seemed to know just how to work the crowd. It was obvious that she had at least a little bit of experience behind her.

When Taylor turned back to her again, giving Dixie her nod, the cowgirl returned it, nodding right back at her. Then, when the bell finally rang out to begin the match, she pushed out of her corner, stepping towards the center ring, waiting for Taylor's approach. She raised her arms up and looked towards her again, meeting her gaze and giving her another slower nod, as if inviting her fellow blonde into a lock-up position with her. Dixie stood there and patiently waited for her reaction, wondering just how this newcomer would start things off.

Pithy wrote:At least her near-clone was fairly cordial and returned the nod. Taylor provided her with the faintest of smiles in acknowledgement as she paced in her own corner. More important than Taylor's opponent, now, was what the other blonde offered in terms of skills and wrestling style. If Taylor assumed simply from appearance, she would guess she faced a power wrestler with plenty of powerful moves, but from there, her opponent's game was anyone's guess. Was she technically sound? Quick on her feet? Did she use good leverage? Taylor would have to learn as she fought, which tended to be her strength.

The bell rang, ushering in that learning. Taylor gave the crowd one last quick wave before she sucked in a breath and stared across at her opponent, crouching slightly in preparation for any early rushes. On the contrary, the woman stepped towards the middle of the ring with patience, offering up her hands for an early test of both women's strength and technique. Taylor didn't waste any time responding to the offer, easing her way over and in front of the woman and quickly realizing that the "one or two inches" the woman had on her was more like three or four, ensuring that the woman was close to six feet tall. Regardless, Taylor reached her hands up to meet her opponent's, and they both clasped in place, both women's fingers lacing together. Immediately, Taylor set her feet underneath her and started yanking her arms out and down, trying to bring the woman's hands to a level where Taylor's lower center of gravity could allow her to shove her opponent backwards and off-balance.

Alexandra wrote:Dixie found herself smiling wider, as Taylor stepped forward, raising her own arms to meet the Texan in the test of strength. Her fellow blonde didn't seem to be lacking in nerve, and as their hands met, their fingers entwining together, the cowgirl met Taylor's gaze, blue eyes staring into another set of blue eyes.

Dixie braced herself as she met with the slightly shorter woman, her boots firmly planting themselves against the canvas beneath her feet. She started to push towards Taylor, to lean against and show off some of her great strength, but the woman was quick to act, shoving hard against Dixie, yanking her arms down and out of position. Dixie's eyes went wide, caught a little off guard by Taylor's eagerness. In fact, she found herself slight unbalanced for a moment!

However, the Texan knew how to handle a situation like this. She quickly took a step back, readjusting her position and catching her balance. She smile widened into a grin, and she yanked her arms back upwards, her muscles flexing as she started to shove back against Taylor, trying to give the woman a taste of her own might and skill.

Pithy wrote:Taylor was pleased that she was making progress, feeling her opponent's rooted stance giving way slightly. Taylor's gaze, fixed on her opponent's eyes, narrowed with the faint smile that broke through as she focused. She didn't have much she could do yet, though, and unfortunately, the woman recovered without Taylor's having a chance to truly take an advantage out of this clash. Worse, once the woman regained her footing and started shoving Taylor's arms back up and her body back, the Canadian knew she couldn't keep pushing like this and gain anything from it. The woman forced her to retreat slowly but steadily, Taylor taking retreating steps towards the ropes to stay on her feet. 

Trying to salvage something from the test of strength before the other blonde threw her back, into the ropes, or, worse, to the ground courtesy of her superior upper-body strength, Taylor yanked back, hoping her opponent's momentum might leave her hobbling forward harmlessly so Taylor could scissor a leg and take her down. In doing so, Taylor was sacrificing her own footing, so...she was counting on her gamble.

Alexandra wrote:Dixie pushed against Taylor, and with each step forward, her grin widened just a little more. She was picking up the easy, early advantage, and few things in the ring could make Dixie happier. She bore no ill will towards Taylor, of course. She just wanted to give the newcomer a little taste of what she was in for here in the AFW.

She kept pushing against Taylor, slowly but surely trying to force the woman back towards the ropes, when suddenly Taylor yanked backwards. Dixie let out a yelp, a cry of surprise, as she suddenly went stumbling forwards, and before she could react she felt Taylor's leg scissoring around her own. The blonde's eyes grew wide, and within seconds she was tumbling down, the Texan slamming face first into the mat, momentarily stunned and surprised by Taylor's sudden counter to her strength.