Alex vs Dixie

A World Warrior Tournament is won; one man
journeys around the world to hone his craft, and a significant amount time
passes by leading to the present day. Six levels descending the Madison
Square Garden...Lay the holy land of all sporting venues. A paradise for
fighters, discovering that there were many other strong fighters in the world,
deciding to venture out into the world and prove oneâ€s worth in competition The
rules in this arena are simple: Other than the use of weapons, anything goes!!!
Inside, the sanctity of the men's locker room, He sat on the bench for the
longest time. It's not every day that you potentially get the life beaten out of
you, and humiliated in the name of gaining some power higher understanding of
power. There was still much more room to learn, however, he was on a speedy road
to getting there, with the potential of adding another opponent to the
undefeated streak. The locker in which Alex was once â€leaning†on would
bend and split off the hinges, though it wasnâ€t on the wrestlers behalf. An
unconventional wakeup call but necessary nonetheless. Alex had wasted too
many thoughts about his current circumstances and it was almost time to head to
the ring. World Heavyweight championship belt hung over his shoulder
blade, seeming like only a single step, the champ's move would send him bounding
forwards with momentum as his right arm stuck outwards in the form of a fist,
jettisoning the door before him clear across the hallway. "This is bound to get
dirty!" He murmured to himself.





The current world heavyweight champion of is a
Street Fighter of about 24 years of age. Alex had started working for the
New Wave Pro Wrestling promotion little over a year ago, and fought his way
to the top of the ladder. That was only the start of the numerous battles within
the life of the champ. Lately, His title reign hadn't been contested, citing a
lack of opponents who actually desired to actually face Alex for the title of
undisputed champion of the New Wave Pro Wrestling (NWPW for
short). Alexi also seemed to lack interest, for the originally planned
inevitable showdown between himself and one R.Mika, the supposed ‘Star of
the Ringâ€. Vincent Tomko, the owner of the NWPW and his reclusive
CEO Yu Ren had been searching for worthy opponents of more obscure power
across the fighting circuit. Aspiring to increase ticket sales as the champion
struggled against these dangerous foes. Meanwhile conspiring to permanently
eliminate Alex from this sport, and if at all possible off the face of the
earth. It was said this company was being funded by a secret organization that
has supposedly been around for about two thousand years.


The ring announcer began the introduction. "Making his way to the ring, He stands 6-feet-6-inch tall, weighing in at 295 pounds, From Brooklyn, New York....He is the current, reigning, and defending UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, AAAAAAAAAlex!!!" 19,763 spectators chanting Alex's name in a standing ovation could be heard as he walked from the entrance tunnel, and down the ramp. Reaching into the large frontal left pocket, the 'Young Blood' Alex retrieve classic emerald colored leather gloves. Nothing beats the superior control, and convenience of an open fingered glove with the luxury of a contour grip. One, two jab, two, three jab, mentally Alex was relaxed, stopping in front of the ring. There was nothing to stop his flow, and he was rather confident. Dressed in a red sweatshirt with the hood over his cranium, army green overall trousers (the upper half braces dangling around his waistline.) With the leggings bloused into the top of his size thirteen brown combat boots. Crimson colored headband wrapped firmly around his brow to keep his long blond hair tied in place, and cascading bangs flowing past his jaw bones. Finally, the similarly pigmented scars which streaked downward from his hues and another tattooed over each shoulder ending at the pecs. The champ raised a fist to acknowledge the crowd, deciding to not focus on theatrics tonight, but on whomever the adversary might be.

The 3-count cowgirl stepped through the curtain as her music began. She felt pretty confident this evening until her eyes settled on a monster of an opponent waiting in the ring. The buxom blonde's face flushed and she sighed, "So much for an easy matchup." she thought to herself. The texan's full breasts were pressed together underneath a tight cowprint leather vest. Over her legs were a matching set of chaps, leaving little to the imagination with Dixie's white panties exposed beneath them. White cowboy boots dressed her legs and in a similar fashion to Alex himself, the former Rumble Rose wore black fingerless gloves. She tried not to let her anxiety show as she marched towards the ring and rolled in from under the bottom ropes. "Whoo... y'alls a big boy. Gotta wunduh why they're puttin ya up against women." Dixie smirked and waved to the fans cheering for her that knew her from her new home of AFW.

Upon hearing such the lad would straighten his posture, his brow furrowing and eyes squinting as the
stoic look upon his countenance faded away, replaced by a slight grin. The male would walk toward her, in order to size this woman up. She didn't look like much but looks were always deceiving. "Well, that was a pretty lame entrance youse got there kid. But yer just in time, come on, make yaself at home soes I can take ya to school." Alex would laugh with almost a youthful caper and tighten his gloves. "Heh, Woe is youse who's unfortunate enough ta be matched up with me! " She in the ring with one of Pro wrestling finest yet she wouldn't back down. Let's see if her ass puts up a fight, but he knew wielding a body this huge Ms. Clemets was in for a helluva battle "Hope yer ready for a couple rounds of straight poundin' action!" His criticism of women competing in the wrestling business has been harsh recently. Now Alex is out to prove his point with authority that women do not belong in the ring! Now he must face Dixie whom is believed to be one of Pro Wrestling's top womenâ€s wrestler in the world; in a “Battle of the Sexes” contest. The New Yorker pointed at the referee to signaling him to have the bell rung and get this match underway. DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dixie knew she'd have to be all over Alex if she wanted to take the advantage. She couldn't give him a moment to rest! The buxom blonde fired off an attack before even the third "ding" of the bell, sending her boot for Alex's ripped abs, hoping to double him over. If she managed this, she would grab his head and try to followup with a DDT to stun the big male

Dixie was caught off guard and was easily suplexed into a pinning situation until Alex floated over and performed the move again, the second time letting Dixie's body project from his grip and crash haphazardly to the mat. "Nnnh..." the cowgirl groaned as she tried to find the strength to get up. Her head was spinning already and Alex was upon her, grabbing her outfit and lifting her up. Soon her feet left the mat and she moaned softly, still swimming in her dizziness before the champ threw her through the ropes and hard to the floor. Dixie landed on her back with a cry of agony, never having been manhandled like this...

Alex mockingly looked on so shocked and flustered as she was down and out on the floor. Perhaps he didn't know his own strength well? Arms outstretched, he played to the crowd with that bewildered expression on his face.. "I think I should probably go and help her out." He spoke to the crowd whilst an arm elevated, a flange jutting toward her all but defeated carcass. Leaping over the top rope he'd go to raise her up to her to her knees by the blonde locks. Those 25.5 inch biceps should then go to wrap around her scrawny neck; cutting off the flow of oxygen. Only then, after holding the move for a good five seconds, should he go to roughly toss Dixie back into the squared circle. By clutching onto the waistline of her panties pulling them upwards during the toss, hopefully wedging it between her buttocks in the process. He couldn't believe this could actually be the great Dixie Clemets. Now Alex would wait for her to rally back to her feet no matter how long it took. Extending his arms out, from the sides of his body and parallel to the ground. The wrestler went to dive towards this woman, in order land horizontally across the opponent's torso while crossing his arms in an "X" fashion in order to drive it into her sternum.

Dixie grimmaced in pain as Alex choked her a moment. Once he let go, the cowgirl was light headed enough not to resist as he took hold of her underwear and wedged it deep in her butt. The cowgirl moaned from sensation before she was tossed into the ring. Dixie writhed and moaned a few moments as she tried to recover and eventually got to her feet. She looked around for her foe and her eyes went wide when she saw Alex flying at her. In panic, Dixie dove out of the way, letting Alex miss his mark and hopefully land in a way that would hurt him. If this happened, Dixie would try to mount an attack, first moving in to kick Alex between the legs

Within the study of these two wrestlers motions there was even more in store for Alex than he had even expected. She had cleverly managed to impede his assault, But even if he couldn't dodge in midair, at least his crossed arms would be used as a way to guard from the full brunt of his crash landing. Nothing could be done about stopping the velocity which propelled the wrestler all the way into to canvas. Alex would assume an upright position only to be kicked in the balls from behind. "Urgh!" He groaned, doubling over and dropped on his leftside, writhing violently on the mat in pain.

Dixie wasn't sure how bad the groin kick had hurt her foe and so she wanted to gauge it. She would forcefully roll Alex to his back and then lay across him, settling her large breasts into his chest. She would reach down and rub over his crotch with her hand on her way to hooking his strong leg upwards. Dixie's free hand would reach to pin down one of Alex's arms as well and she would arch her back, grinding her body down into her foe as she watched the ref get down to begin counting,

"One!!"