Going Somewhere?

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As Taylor began to make her way up the ramp to leave the arena, a certain piece of theme music suddenly hit the entrance speakers, blasting throughout the Friction arena. No sooner then the music began to play, none other then Dixie Clemets herself stepped out onto the stage, clutching a microphone in her hand, staring intently down the ramp towards Taylor. The Texan wasted no time, hefting the microphone to her lips, placing her other hand on her hips in a cocky, confident pose.

"Goin' somewhere, girl?" she asked, taking a moment to size Taylor up from head to toe as she called out to her. "Come on now. You should know ya can't jes' call out the whole damn locker room like that, and then run away." She grinned, just a little grin, rolling one of her shoulders back as she continued speaking, getting herself limbered up for what was to come. "Ya wanted a fight, right? Well...ah'm here, girl. Ah'm feelin' a little antsy tonight, and ah'd love the chance to put yer big mouth in it's place, right where it belongs..."

Taylor had just stepped through the ropes and was about to duck through when the music started. She froze in place for a moment, her head ducked low to hide the giddy grin that immediately spread on her face. She recognized the music right away.

Dixie Clemets. The Three-Count Cowgirl. Veteran of the old Rumble Roses. Taylor used to watch her on TV when she first got into pro wrestling, and now here she was, in the flesh, with the same entrance music now announcing what Taylor was in for.

She couldn't say she was a fan. Usually, she had rooted against her, mostly due to her size and her obnoxious cowgirl gimmick, but still, after everything else, it was a thrill to meet her.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Not that she'd ever admit to that. "Clyde Gastin."

She stepped back into the ring and stood up straight, gesturing toward the new arrival and motioning for applause. Then she squinted up at her, like she couldn't quite see her.

"Wait... Bonnie. Bonnie? No..." She propped her elbow in her palm and tapped a finger against her lips in thought. "OH!" She exclaimed. "Dixie! Look everybody, it's the Three-Count Cowgirl! This girl got pinned so much, they gave her a nickname. What's up, Dickface? Coming out of retirement?"

Dixie rolled her eyes at Taylor, trying to hide a small grin of her own, and started to head down the ramp and towards the ring, lifting her microphone up to her mouth again. "Yeah, yeah. We all know ya got a big mouth. Ah've heard it all before though, so ya might want to save yer insults fer someone who actually cares fer it, girl."

She stepped over to the ring steps once she reached the ring and climbed slowly up them, ducking over the pass through the ropes and into the ring, giving Taylor a better look now that she was closer. Dixie had seen plenty of Taylor's matches, and knew how tough the pigtailed punk was, but she couldn't help but let out a soft whistle as she got a closer view of her, eyeing Taylor's well-sculpted body, impressed with what she was seeing.

Once she had entered the ring, she lifted her microphone back up, planting her hand on her hip once more. "Ya wanted a fight, right? Well, ya got one. Ah'd love to go toe-to-toe with ya and teach ya a lil' bit of respect. That is, if yer done gabbin' that big mouth of yers...and if ya ain't too tired at nothin'. Ah know how hard it must have been puttin' poor Brittany down like that." She smirked, lowering her microphone and waiting for Taylor's response.

"Insults?" Taylor put her fingers to her chest. Who, me? "No way. Sorry, it was the accent that threw me. And the jaw line. And... shoe size. Do you and Clyde hang out?"

When Dixie stepped into the ring and Taylor got her first look at her up close, she couldn't help but take a moment to check her out. She was big. Smaller than the larger-than-life persona she'd seen on TV, but as a girl she was big, both in the business places and the pleasure ones. Taylor grinned, and bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Oh, don't worry, babe. Me and my mouth can go all night." She gave the cowgirl a wink. As they drew closer to what seemed like an inevitable confrontation, Taylor became more and more hyper. She moved faster, talked faster, bounced faster, and fidgeted. She couldn't hold still.

"So are you set to go, or do you need like, a few rolls of double-sided tape to get ready. I'll fight you, but try to keep it under control, okay Titties?"

Dixie watched Taylor bouncing back and forth, standing patiently in front of her. She tried to hide the amusement in her face, her eyes following the punk back and forth as she bounced back and forth, moving here and there. She seemed quite excited. You couldn't even tell that just minutes before, she was yelling and screaming in the ring, calling out the locker room.

She raised a hand towards Taylor though, and shook her head at her, giving her a quick wink in return. "Oh, ah'm ready, girl. Ah'll throw down with ya right now! But..." Her grin grew a little bit wider. "Why don't we make this interestin', huh? Throw in a lil' stipulation to make things more...fun, I suppose? Ah think ah've got jes' the thing in mind, too..."

"Okay, but don't think I'm gonna take it easy on you, old timer, just because I used to-"

Taylor stopped suddenly, stopped bouncing and fidgeting and straightened up and narrowed her eyes.

"Say hentai and you're dead," she said, and adjusted her knee pads. "And don't think I'm gonna quit just because the crowd can see my butt, or whatever. Rumble Roses was a little weird, man, and that's coming from an AFW girl..."

Dixie visibly shuddered, her face turning a slight hint of red as Taylor said the word hentai, and shook her head at the girl again. "Nah. No way. Ah don't do hentai, regardless of how many gals 'round here have tried to get me to do it. 'Sides, ya might be a big mouthed brat, but ah've got more respect for ya then to offer that kind of a match."

"Ah was thinkin' something a bit more practical," she continued on, adjusting her own outfit in a few places. "Ya seem like a fairly strong gal, and ah've seen ya makin' people tap out plenty a time before." She tilted her head at Taylor, folding her arms over her chest. "Well, ah'm stronger, and ah've made even more tap out to me. Why don't we go head-to-head in a submission match?" She paused a moment, then grinned, quickly correcting herself. "Nah. Let's go further. You and me, in a camel clutch match. Ya can only win by makin' the other gal tap out in a camel clutch. How's that sound, huh?"

"Phew."

Taylor pantomimed wiping sweat off of her brow and breathed a sigh. As if she'd do that anyway.

"Oh yeah?" She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the idea of a submissions match. They weren't her specialty, but she was no slouch, and she had the very best submission coach in the business. She could definitely handle...

"A what?" Camel clutch? She blinked. She had never, to her recollection, used a camel clutch in a match before. In training, yes, and it couldn't be that hard to take care of this chick.

"Sure thing, Calamity Jane, I'll clutch your camel until the cows come home," Taylor said, and began to dance to unheard music, sliding back and forth and shaking her hips with her hands at her shoulders. "You need time to warm up or whatever? I remember watching when you and Reiko when I was like... sixteen? And now I'm all growed up, and you're all growed old. I hope you're ready for this."

Taylor paused her dance and struck a provocative pose, like Reiko used to, with her hips out, leaning forward with her hand on her knee and the other on her hip. "I cheered for Reiko."

Dixie raised an eyebrow at Taylor's reaction to her proposal, seeming to enjoy that she had managed to catch the blonde off her guard, even for a brief moment. She had to admire Taylor for accepting the match type, too. Dixie figured in a match like that, she would have an obvious advantage as the bigger and stronger of the two. All she had to do was lock in her hold, and she figured that Taylor would have a hell of a time getting her off. The girl had nerve, she'd give her that.

"Yeah, ah figured," she answered her back, lifting her arms up, stretching them up above her head. "Most people did. Hell, half the time I was cheerin' fer her when we fought."

She took a step back from Taylor, and lowered her arms, punching one fist hard into her open palm. "Ah already told ya, girl. Ah'm ready to go right here and right now. Ah jes' hope that yer ready. It'd be a real shame to find out ya can't back up yer big words."

Taylor gave Dixie a lopsided grin.

"Yeah. But finding out is so much fun."


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