Dixie Clemets vs. PHDoom

"D...do you ever shut up?!" Dixie groaned up at Doom, holding her midsection with one hand, the other resting on her knee. That shot had hurt, but Dixie was a tough woman, made of strong stuff, and it would take a lot more than just that knee to put her away. She started to straighten herself back up, only for Doom's arm to coming snaking around her neck, pinning her close against the woman's body. A grunt emerged from the cowgirl's lips as she was pulled in nice and close, her face pushed up against the bare skin of Doom's body. She started to gasp a bit as the arm tightened it's hold around her, but she wasn't too worried yet. Something this simple? Dixie knew she could just power her way out.

At least, she wasn't worried at first. Down came Doom's arm, smashing right into the center of Dixie's back, and the blonde couldn't help but let out a strained cry of pain. Her body jerked from the impact of the blow, and if not for Doom holding on so tight, she would have fallen right to her hands and knees!

As it was though, her body was wavering, and Dixie was still trapped by Doom, still gasping for air as the woman held her tight, keeping her trapped by the simple (yet undeniably effective) hold.

Doom could feel Dixie struggling against the tight muscles of her torso, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her powerful opponent trapped in this basic hold for terribly long. Even Doom's harsh blow to Dixie's back was only going to buy her a few moments, so Doom knew she had to make the most of them. As the match went on, Doom's attitude had shifted from simply wanting to get the pin and get out, to wanting to make a statement. And the statement she wanted to make required taking every possible advantage she could, whenever she could, over her more experienced foe.

"Bah," Doom scoffed, as she wrapped her free hand tight around her wrist, "you dare tell Doom to 'shut up?' Then perhaps this is the sort of statement that your kind can appreciate!" Doom's grip around Dixie's neck might have been a bit too close to a choke for the sake of the rules, but she snapped into her next maneuver too quickly for the ref girl to take notice: kicking out her feet, Doom threw all of her weight backwards, attempting to spike Dixie's head straight into the mat in a sharp DDT.

Dixie grit her teeth, trying to weather the hold as she listened to Doom running her mouth again. Does this gal ever shut her mouth? she thought to herself, trying to save her energy to break herself free. She squirmed as she felt Doom's arm tighten even further, getting more annoyed by the punk with each passing second. Her own attitude had shifted as well. She was hoping for a nice, friendly match with the new girl to welcome her to the company, but Doom had really gotten under her skin. Doom had made this match more personal now, and not only was Dixie wanting to beat her, but she was wanting to teach her a lesson about respect, as well.

She started to gather her energy, ready to make her move to escape, when suddenly she felt Doom's weight shift. A slight curse slipped through her lips, right before Doom fell backwards, slamming Dixie's head straight into the canvas. The cowgirl hissed in pain, grabbing her head with both hands as she slightly curled up. That had hurt, it had hurt like hell, and Dixie couldn't believe that a newcomer like Doom was making a veteran like herself look so bad. She needed to turn things back around, but for the moment it seems like Doom was holding every advantage against her.

When Doom felt her opponent pulled down in the grip of her hold, felt the impact of their bodies hitting the mat, she couldn't help but let out a nasty laugh. She released Dixie, after the DDT connected with the mat, and rolled away slightly. Doom was hoping that she was making a statement to her foe tonight, but she was just as concerned with making a statement to the slack-jawed creepers out in the audience. Doom raised her arms, as if presenting Dixie's battered body to them for show.

"Who are you again?" Doom said, leaning over Dixie. "What's your name, huh? Why am I supposed to care?" Doom knew her posturing and taunting was giving Dixie time to get her bearings, but she simply didn't care. Sliding back towards Dixie, Doom moved to swing a leg over Dixie's body, to try and pin her down. Not an actual attempt at a pinfall, but to mount the downed grappler so that Doom's fists could continue piling on the punishment.

Dixie rolled onto her back, as Doom leaned down towards her, and looked up at the woman with half-closed eyes. Again with the taunting and the laughing. Doom was really getting on Dixie's nerves, and the cowgirl had about had enough of her attitude and her posturing.

She lied there, her back flat on the mat, biding her time as she watched Doom swing a leg over her and move down to mount her. She let the woman take her seat, getting into position atop of Dixie, without any sort of movement or fighting back. Instead, the cowgirl waited patiently. She had been in this position before, and she already knew just what to do.

She waited for Doom's fists to come up, getting into the position to start swinging down at her. As soon as they did, Dixie's own hands shot up, the Texan trying to grab Doom by her wrists, trying to get a tight grip on the woman's arms, so that she could pull her to the side, hoping to reverse the position and roll herself over on top of Doom instead!

Doom grinned with dark satisfaction as she took her position atop Dixie. Feeling the woman underneath Doom's thighs, looking at her laid out flat against the mat, Doom couldn't help but let the rush go to her head. In the moment, Doom let herself become completely lost in the thought of the powerful ring veteran, about to be subjected to crushing blow after crushing blow under Doom's domineering fists.

Doom held the fist high a moment longer than necessary, wanting the audience to get a good long look at her before she got back to work. When she brought it careening down towards Dixie's face, however, she was shocked to feel Dixie grappling her wrists. "What? No!" Doom shouted, completely unprepared for Dixie to actually fight back. When the cowgirl swung her arms, Doom was completely unprepared to fight back. As Doom's back hit the mat, she felt Dixie's powerful body sliding on top of her own. Doom kicked her legs a bit, but any attempt to force Dixie off of her was futile. Despite all of her rage at the quick reversal, however, there seemed to be nothing she could do about it.

Dixie rolled over atop of Doom, and flashed a wide grin of her own down at the girl, her pearly whites sparkling as she assumed the dominant position atop her. She made sure both of her knees were planted firmly on each side of her, pushing against her body, making sure she had the punk chick mounted securely. One hand even went down to Doom's shoulder, pushing her down against the canvas to hold her in place. With her other hand, Dixie formed a tight fist, the powerful muscles of her arm flexing, bulging as she stared down at Doom.

Then, with no further hesitation, down came Dixie's fist, aimed straight for Doom's face. "Remember mah name now?!" She shouted, as she began to rain down a series of blows towards Doom, wanting nothing at that moment more than to beat some sense and respect into the woman.

And what better way to do that then with her fists?

Not that she'd ever admit such a thing, but Doom had absolutely no idea what to do from this position. In fact, the idea that she might end up here, pinned down and mounted by a stronger foe, hadn't even occurred to Doom before now. In hindsight, this may have been a hole in her training. At least, the bits of her training that she'd paid the most attention to.

Nonetheless, she glared up at Dixie, sneering venomously at the cowgirl as she shouted her down. "Well, I won't remember if you give me a concussion, now, will I?" she said, in the few seconds between Dixie's shout and her fist coming down. The blow rocked Doom's face, sending her senses spinning, making everything around her suddenly feel very underwater. Doom raised her clenched fists in front of her face instinctively, and planted the soles of her boots as firmly against the mat. Doom wouldn't allow this insolence wouldn't stand, that much was certain. Her face reddening with embarrassment and rage, Doom was resolved to make Dixie pay for this. As soon as she could form complete thoughts again, anyways ...

It felt good, landing that solid strike into Doom's face. It felt damn good. Dixie let out a loud 'whoop!' as her fist crashed into Doom's face, a grin of glee spreading across her own at the feeling of the impact. With any luck, she would be able to keep beating some sense into the woman throughout the match like that.

But for now, she would have to shift her gears. As the cowgirl lifted her arm up for the second punch, Doom's own fists rose up, forming a shield in front of her face to block any further assault from Dixie. "Fair enough, girl," she muttered, letting go of Doom's shoulder. Both of her hands reached out, grabbing Doom tightly around her wrists as she guarded herself. As much fun as beating the woman's face into a mess would be, Dixie was more at home on her feet, and that's exactly where she planned on bringing Doom.

The blonde started to rise, starting to get back up onto her feet again, and while she did so she would pull Doom up by the arms, trying to get the punk up with her. Once they were both standing, Dixie then let go of one of Doom's arms, grabbing for her other one with both hands. Then with a grin and another loud 'whoop!' sound, she would try to swing Doom around, attempting to send her straight towards the ropes with an Irish Whip.

Doom kept her arms up protectively over her face, still anticipating further brutality to be sent in that direction. She was starting to get her wits about her again, though she kept hearing some bizarre "whoop" sound. Doom hoped this wasn't a sign of serious brain damage ...

Doom felt Dixie's hands clasp her wrists, and would have resisted if the sudden blow to the head hadn't left her far more pliable than she ever would have wanted to be. As Dixie yanked Doom up off the mat, she became even more disoriented, suddenly thrust into a vertical base.

Even back up on her feet, Doom only beginning to make sense of her surroundings again. Doom's usually firm stance was pliant and unsteady, off-balance, incredibly vulnerable to redirection. So, when Dixie whipped her towards the ropes, Doom found herself actually complying. The lights of the AFW arena jabbing at her eyes, Doom barely registered the oncoming ropes she was thrust toward; bouncing against them, she stumbled back towards Dixie helplessly.