Dixie Clemets vs. PHDoom

Standard match.
Single pinfall, submission, KO, or countout to win.

With her heart pounding against her chest, and the sound of [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG5I99WjW2w:3fdky3u8]her theme music[/url:3fdky3u8] blaring through the speaks of the AFW's arena, Dixie Clemets made her entrance, excited to be getting back into the ring. The cowgirl was always excited to get into the ring, to show off for her cheering fans and to test herself against the various women in the company. She had been doing alright since her return to the AFW, and was eager to see just what kind of an opponent she was up against tonight.

She headed down the ramp, basking in the cheers and adoration of her fans, a wide grin on her face as she mentally prepared herself for the match ahead. She wasn't sure just who she was up against, but Dixie had been told it was a new member of the company. Pretty skilled, she had heard, but the blonde hadn't done too much research into her. She was confident that it'd be a pretty easy match. After all, she was the veteran and the new girl was...well, new, right?

With a spring and her step and a subtle bounce to her breasts, Dixie arrived at the ring and slid right under the ropes, hopping up to her feet and throwing a fist into the air. Her fans continued to cheer and yell for her, until the cowgirl's music finally started to die down. Dixie herself headed to her corner and started to do a few light stretches, staring up the entrance ramp, waiting to see just who would come to meet her.

When the guitar riffs of her theme music started, appropriately harsh and nasty as they echoed throughout the arena, the girl calling herself PHDoom stepped out onto the entrance ramp. A thick black hoodie drawn up over her face, she looked out from beneath it with a practiced punk sneer. She thought about how everything that had happened to her over the last few years had led her to this, parading herself in front of the leering masses in a wrestling ring. After giving up on her grad program, she'd fallen back on MMA competitions to get by, before falling in with the AFW. Reminding herself how much she needed money, and how much better this was paying than anything else she was going to do with her life, Doom started to make her way down the entrance ramp.

Every step of the way, Doom's resentment for her surroundings seemed to come through vividly. Ignoring the fans pointedly, she made her way to the ring at her own, casual pace, ducking under the middle rope and entering the ring unceremoniously. The way she saw, Doom was just there to get the win, get paid and get out. She unzipped her hoodie and dropped it into her ring corner, exposing her toned and tattooed physique to the audience. Rolling her shoulders to loosen up, a bit, she stared down the front row as if daring them to react to her physique.

Finally, she turned her attention to her opponent. She'd heard the enthusiastic cheering that greeted the cowgirl on her way to the ring, and she was been familiar enough with AFW to know that she was up against a pretty popular woman in the company. Looking at her, she could see why. Doom outstretched a hand, as if for a handshake. Instead of even waiting for a response, though, she pulled away, shrugging broadly in a gesture of utter disbelief.

"I don't even know who this is!" she called out, turning a smirk back on her opponent.

Dixie waited in her corner, watching as Doom made her way slowly down to the ring. She looked over the woman with interest, trying to figure her out as she climbed into the ring and dumped off her hoodie. She was a punk, that much was clear to Dixie from the first glance. She had dealt with more than her fair share of punks during her time as a policewoman, so she had a pretty good idea of what to expect from Doom. At least, she thought she did.

She stepped forward to meet Doom, her eyes tracing up and down over the woman's body. Doom looked strong. Her body was toned and fit, and Dixie couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle towards her. The girl looked strong, and definitely seemed like she could hold her own in a fight. Maybe this wouldn't be an easy a match as Dixie thought.

She was a bit less than impressed, though, when Doom extended her hand for the handshake, only to pull it away, calling out to the crowd. If she wanted to play that game though, Dixie was more than willing to play it with her.

"That's funny!" Dixie called back to her, lifting her hands and placing them on her hips, adopting a confident, cocky pose. "Some new street punk comes wanderin' into my ring, and doesn't know who I am?" Her voice rang out loud and clear, her accent sharp. "Girl, you best be learnin', then. I'm Dixie Clemets, and I'm about to give you a proper welcomin' to the AFW!"

Doom was resisting the urge to grin, but it seemed that her condescending display had exactly the desired effect. She could hear the crowd's low rumble of disapproval as she dissed the fan favourite. More importantly, though, Doom was pretty certain that she might have gotten under her opponent's skin, just a little bit.

When Dixie responded to her, however, she was far less certain. The cowgirl was clearly confident and comfortable in the ring, and Doom could see why she was so popular. Aside from that, Doom could tell from looking at her that Dixie, contrary to her impression of the girls she'd watched wrestle in AFW, actually spent some time in the gym. This looked like it was going to be more of a contest than Doom had been expecting. Trying to play off Dixie's swaggering, confident pose with a smirk and a nod, Doom leaned back against the ropes casually as Dixie called her out.

"Wow," she laughed, when Dixie was done. "'Dixie Clemets!' You couldn't be more of a Texas stereotype if your name was Jesusguns McOilfields!" She spoke loudly, half to Dixie and half to the crowd, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She wondered how much of the smack talk she could get away with. She grew more serious, stepping off the ring rops, walking to the center of the ring and leaning towards Dixie, aggressively, as she continued. "I'm PHDoom, and seeing what I'm going to do to you here, tonight, is going to be this pathetic company's 'welcome' to me. When those cameras catch every layer of pain I put you through, tonight, all those little porn stars in the back, all the pervs in this audience, are going to learn to fear that name. And you, you're just going to be the first chick that fell to PHDoom!"

Dixie rolled her eyes towards Doom, lifting her arms and folding them over her chest, listening to the girl rant and ramble on. It sounded to the cowgirl like Doom was just like every other punkish girl she had ever met: a big mouth and a giant chip on her shoulder. It was almost kind of funny. Dixie had dealt with her kind before, and definitely thought she could deal with Doom herself.

But, once Doom started to insult not just her, but the audience and Dixie's fellow wrestlers, the smile dropped from her face. Doom's words might have been somewhat accurate, but Dixie wasn't just going to stand there and let her insult her coworkers like that. Once Doom had stopped speaking, making her declaration to the cowgirl, Dixie lowered her arms from her chest. giving the woman a sly smile. "Well then," she began, staring right into her eyes. "I guess we should get the welcomin' party started right then, huh?"

As soon as those words had left Dixie's lips, the cowgirl suddenly exploded, lunging straight in towards Doom, her arm flying straight up. She was trying to nail her with a close ranged clothesline, hoping to catch her off-guard and shut her mouth!

As Doom continued to talk, she got more and more into her ranting. It felt good to have an audience for her ranting, for once. She would usually talk this kind of smack to the folks at the gym, or sitting around her at the bar. Tonight, though, she had a captive audience, and she was going to make the most of it.

Doom watched Dixie shrug her off at the beginning, but rolled with it. If the cowgirl wanted to write off PHDoom like so many other petulant punks that had shown up in AFW, then so be it. But when, out of the corner of Doom's eye, she caught Dixie beginning to get riled up, she bristled with self-satisfaction. So much so, in fact, she simply lost herself in the rant. Feeling more than a little pleased with the capper on it, Doom raised her arms in the universal sign of "Whatchoo Gonna Do?"

Which was probably a mistake, actually, as it turned out that what Dixie was going to do was lambaste Doom with a quick clothesline. The blow caught Doom straight across the upper chest, forcing the girl to the mat. While she hit the mat with an audible thud, Doom tried to roll with the blow. Bouncing back to her feet, Doom raised her arms protectively; off-balance, she nonetheless tried to set herself against further assault from Dixie. The timekeeper hit the opening bell for the match to officially begin. Doom, meanwhile, laughed nearly manically at Dixie, trying to prep herself for the next attack.

Dixie smiled in grim satisfaction at the feeling of her arm slamming against Doom's chest, at the shudder that ran through her as she made impact with the woman. Down she went, Dixie continuing past her several steps, throwing her arms up into the air towards the audience. The crowd began to cheer in approval, enjoying the way that Dixie had taken Doom down so fast and so easily.

The cowgirl wasn't going to spend much time gloating though. She was quick to turn back towards Doom as she rolled back up to her feet. Noting that Doom still seemed to be off her balance, Dixie came charging back in towards her. Up came her arm again, Dixie fully intent on slamming another clothesline into her and sending her back down to the canvas. As she charged in though, she hesitated, just for a brief moment, at the sound of Doom's laugh, the insane laughter sending a shiver of repulsion through Dixie's body. She tried to shake it off though, trying not to let the punk get under her skin as she lunged straight back in towards her.

PHDoom listened to the jeers of the crowd, rising as Dixie put her down to the mat. It further fueled her resolve to get back to her feet. While it was hard to balance herself right after hitting the mat so firmly, Doom did her best to set her feet against another charge. As hard as the audience cheered for her to go down, she took it as a challenge to get back up.

It all led to a sort of maniac glee, as Doom's maniac cackle seemed to fill the arena, while she bounced back to her feet. Doom's arms raised defensively, she tried to be in position to block Dixie's continued assault. Watching her opponent rush in for the attack, Doom quickly raised her knee in a counterstrike, aiming for Dixie's midsection. While not as well-balanced and measured as Doom would have liked, as either an offense or a defense, she hoped that the strike would catch her opponent in a moment of hesitation.

Maybe it was pure overconfidence. Maybe it was just the incorrect underestimation of Doom. Maybe it was just recklessness. Whatever the reason, Dixie was wrong if she thought she'd be able to nail Doom with a second clothesline so soon after the first.

She rushed in, but by the time she noticed Doom's knee coming up, it was too late. She ran herself straight into it, the knee of the punk ramming straight into her midsection, causing Dixie to stop right in place. With widened eyes she double forward, a loud 'oof' passing through her lips as the simple knee forced the air out of her lungs. She stood there for a moment, caught completely off her guard and by surprise, the cowgirl left wide open for whatever Doom might have planned next for her.

When Doom felt her knee collide with Dixie's midsection, her first thought was of how lucky a strike that had been. She played the thought off with a sneer; 'luck' was for lesser fighters, she reminded herself. She was Doom. And she kind of hoped no one noticed how off-balance she still was, even after her counter-strike had landed.

Doom managed a sneer, as Dixie doubled forward. "Yes," she said, loudly, "bow before me! Soon, all of you bitches will kneel before Doom!" With this, Doom wrapped her arm around Dixie's neck, trying to pin the cowgirl's head against the side of her body in an attempt to limit her foe's mobility while depriving her of air at the same time. Wrenching the hold, or at least as much of it as she could get locked in, Doom grinned sadistically as she looked down at the doubled-over Dixie. Raising a fist to the air, Doom would then attempt to brind a stiff forearm srike down onto the cowgirl's back, lowering her center of gravity slightly with the blow, hoping to inflict as much pain as possible while she had her opponent trapped.