Dixie Clemets vs. PHDoom

Dixie rolled onto her back, her arms and legs lying uselessly at her sides. Her eyes were closed, her body still, unmoving, other than the slow, uneven rising and falling of her chest as she took in a series of slow, ragged breaths. The cowgirl had nothing left. She was completely done, completely at the mercy of the vile, terrible Doom.

She didn't hear a single word Doom said. She was out of it, the punk's words falling on deaf, unhearing ears. She didn't even hear the sounds of the roaring audience, their boos and jeers towards Doom, their cheers and pleads for Dixie to get back up again. Even though the blonde had won the match, there was little doubt in anyone's mind that Doom was walking out of the arena as the true victor of the night. Her message had been sent, and no one, not the audience, not her fellow wrestlers backstage, not even Dixie herself, would dare to forget what had just happened.

When Doom finally made her exit, leaving the arena, leaving Dixie behind in the ring, the AFW's medic team finally made their appearance, crowding around Dixie, tending to her to make sure she was alright. After several moments of work, the cowgirl would actually come to, thinking over what had happened as the medics make sure she was okay. As they worked, Dixie lied there in thought, one single thing dominating her mind.

This wasn't over. Far, far from it. Doom hadn't seen the last of Dixie. The cowgirl usually wasn't one to hold a grudge, but...Doom had made this personal, and Dixie was just dying for a chance to pay her back.

Winner by pinfall: Dixie Clemets