Dixie Clemets vs. PHDoom

Dixie rolled onto her back, her buxom chest heaving, the blonde taking several deep, ragged breaths to try and calm herself. Her arms dropped down onto the mat by her sides, the cowgirl looking through half-closed eyes at the lights up above. She could hear the boos of the crowd, and that made her feel a little better about getting tricked by Doom. She was glad the audience was on her side. It always felt good to have the crowd at her back, supporting her, and given the match so far she knew she would need the support. Doom was a tough gal.

Dixie lied there a moment longer. Her chest hurt. Those chops had taken more out of her then she cared to admit, and then that nasty knee impalement hadn't done much to help things. She just needed just a mere moment more to recover, and then she would get back up again, and get back into the fight. But the Texan wasn't going to get that moment she needed. The sound of Doom's cry caused Dixie to come alert, her eyes popping wide open, just in time to see the punk dropping down towards her. Before she could react, Doom elbow made contact, driving itself deep down into Dixie's chest.

"Aaah!!" cried Dixie, her body jerking from the impact of the aerial attack upon her fallen form. She had been a sitting duck and left herself wide open to Doom, and the woman had taken full advantage of that, landing a nice, heavy strike on Dixie's exposed chest. The blonde's head rolled to the side, her face scrunching up in pain once more, leaving her open yet again to Doom, putting the momentum of the match fully back in the punk's hands.

Feeling the collision of her elbow with Dixie's giving chest nearly made Doom cry out in joy. Such displays were for lesser competitors, however; Doom compromised with a sneering, breathless laugh. Still recovering her strength, Doom let her head lull from side to side, soaking in the AFW arena's disapproval with sadistic relish. In that moment, with Dixie's prone body lying helplessly beneath her, Doom could picture herself feeding off of that crowd disdain. Metaphysically taking the crowd's support for Dixie, gathering it into her fists, Doom felt as if she was channeling it into pure, hate-distorted pain to visit upon the fan-favourite's body.

However, Doom knew she couldn't relish that moment for long. Catching her breath, Doom attempted to slip her arm beneath her fallen foe to lift her. Spinning upward from the mat, Doom would then attempt to bring Dixie to rest upon one knee, before wrapping her arm around Dixie's chest to pin the cowgirl's spine against Doom's leg. Grinning to the crowd and licking her lips with sadistic glee, Doom would raise her elbow, and begin driving it down repeatedly into Dixie's shoulder, repeatedly, hoping to feel Dixie's body wracked in agony between her punishing strikes and grasping hold.

Dixie gave off a soft grunt as she felt Doom's arm slipping around her, rolling her onto her knee. Her eyes fluttered halfway open, the cowgirl looking up at Doom as the woman moved her into position. She stirred, more than a little bit, as Doom's arm then wrapped over her chest, pushing into her soft bosom, as she pinned the blonde into place, her spine resting upon the punk's knee.

"H-hey...what are you do--NNG!!" Dixie's words were cut short, cut off into a gasp as Doom's elbow dropped towards her. She felt the sharp bone striking into her shoulder, not just once but several times, as she lied there trapped between the punky woman's arm and leg. She was shaking in Doom's grasp, each stabbing blow of the elbow causing her body to shudder and shake in pain. She was trapped, for the moment at least, and it seemed that Doom was going to continue to have her way with the Texan.

Doom could feel the audience's anticipation, in that brief moment between trapping Dixie between her arm and knee, and Doom raining blows down across her foe. Doom's elbow raised into the air, almost celebratory, soaking in the ill-will of the audience, before bringing in strike after strike down onto Dixie's chest.

A caustic laugh, however, burst out involuntarily when Doom heard Dixie's words, confused and pained at the punishment that the punk was laying out across the woman's pert-yet-soft chest. She could feel the twitch of Dixie's muscles against her thigh as Dixie tried to cope with the pain, trapped in Doom's grip. Shifting her weight forward, Doom attempted to tighten her grip on her foe, and pull Dixie's right arm against her taut body. Ceasing her strikes, Doom would attempt to wrap her free arm around Dixie's aching chest and pull the cowgirl's neck over her knee. Driving the knee against Dixie's spine while twisting her neck unnaturally against her knee, Doom sneered while attempting to twist and choke a submission out of Dixie.

Dixie was in pain. Her body was shifted again into a new position, Doom's arm wrapping tighter around her. Within seconds, Doom's knee was pushing up against her neck, thrusting up against the upper portion of her spine. Another harsh cry came from Dixie's lips, as Doom twisted her neck back and forth, sending surges of pain up and down her body. She could feel herself being twisted, feel her air supply lessening as Doom choked her. From what the audience could see, Dixie was trapped, and many of them were starting to expect the cowgirl to give in at any moment.

But those people who thought that didn't know Dixie too well. The blonde was stubborn, and even trapped like this, she wasn't ready to give in yet. She was going to keep fighting until the very end. Her right arm was sort of trapped, pressed up against Doom's body, but her other arm was still free, still there for Dixie's use.

She waited a moment, the Texan trying to withstand Doom's torture. She tried to hold out for as long as she could, but she knew she couldn't last too long like this. Ready to make her escape, the hand of Dixie's free arm suddenly tightened into a fist, and the cowgirl suddenly swung it upwards towards Doom. It was a wild, reckless strike, aimed in the general direction of Doom's face, and it was lacking a lot of the power that it would normally have. Still though, Dixie was hoping it would strike true, and surprise Doom enough to get her to loosen her hold, enough for the blonde to make a real escape attempt.

Doom sneered, listening to the cry escaping Dixie's lips, feeling the cowgirl's shoulder blades shift and contort in agony against her unrelenting knee. Doom tightened her grip, flexing her muscular arm against Dixie's soft and vulnerable throat, wanting to do her best to squeeze the life out of the belligerent cowgirl. She watched Dixie's face with glee, grinding her knee against Dixie's back, waiting to hear the much-loved veteran finally break. "Give in, fool," Doom said with a low, sadistic laugh. "Acknowledge your better! Say it!" She was dead-set in the belief that any moment now, this audience would have to hear their buxom crowd favourite submit, and beg for the mercy of Doom.

What she got instead, however, was a shock delivered straight upside the face. Dixie's fist, swinging wild and fierce, came up unexpected. Too caught up in watching Dixie's face and waiting for that final utterance of submission, Doom hadn't been prepared for the possibility of anything else happening, just then. Dixie's blow came in sharp, into Doom's forehead as she'd leered forward onto the cowgirl. Striking her directly across the cheekbone, just below the eye, the shock and the force were enough to knock Doom off-balance. Her feet shifted from beneath her, the knee that had been driving into Dixie's spine moments ago losing its vicious angle. Doom still had her arm coiled around the cowgirl, for the moment, but while Doom reeled from the unexpected strike, she venom had been taken out of her bite. Doom blinked and swore incomprehensibly, as she tried to re-orient herself.

"Never!" came Dixie's return cry, the cowgirl defiant as her fist slammed against Doom's face. She felt Doom shifting around her, and she knew this was her chance to get herself free. She had to get away from Doom and get a chance to grab a quick breather. Dixie was tough, but not even she could just lie there and let someone beat on her this late into a match. This was her shot to get away and try to shake off Doom's unrelenting assault, and she knew she had to take it now.

As Doom's knee lost it's angle, shifting away from her back, Dixie bent her legs, planting both of her boots flat upon the mat. She grit her teeth, taking a moment to draw up her strength, then let out a defiant cry. Her body twisted upwards, bending itself at an angle towards against Doom, trying to push the girl upwards and off of Dixie, so that the cowgirl could then reach up and push her away completely. Her plan was to hit the mat and roll away from Doom afterwards, but that all depending on Dixie being able to buck up and get the woman off of herself.

"So, wait, you will 'never' acknowledge that Doom is your better aloud, or ...?" Before she could finish the thought, however, Dixie's fist collided with Doom's face, sparking off a long stream the long stream of obscenities that loosened Doom's grip on the cowgirl. Doom hadn't been expecting her foe to work her way out of that grip, and so had no frame of reference for what could possibly be coming next.

Dixie's cry filled Doom's ears as she watched the cowgirl bridge out of Doom's submission hold. Still reeling from the fist she had just taken to the face, Doom could do nothing to counter Dixie's roll out of her grip, back to relatively safe ground. A loud growl escaped Doom's lips, as she watched her foe gain ground, trying to get her head to stop spinning long enough to catch up with the cowgirl and resume her proper punishment. What she discovered immediately upon shifting her weight, however, was that Dixie's blow had disoriented her, leaving Doom momentarily open to whatever sort of counter-move Dixie might throw her way ...

Dixie rolled right out of Doom's grasp, hitting the mat hard and rolling a few feet away from Doom. She rolled onto her stomach, turning her head to the side with a quick sigh of relief. She was free, but that wouldn't mean much if she just lied there and let Doom advance on her again.

At the sound of the growl that rose forth from Doom's lips, Dixie pressed down on the mat, quickly pushing herself upwards. She had to get up, she had to get back on her feet before Doom could bring the pain to her again. She had to turn this match back around. It felt like the match was reaching a climax to the cowgirl, and she just knew that if she let Doom get control again, it was all over for her.

She pushed up, first climbing to her hands and knees and then staggering up to her feet, turning back in Doom's direction. As soon as she noticed that Doom was seemingly unbalanced, Dixie's instincts took over, the cowgirl rushing straight towards her. Dixie was feeling up for any kind of fancy counterattack, far from it. Instead, she went for the easiest, sweetest move she could think of in a spur-of-the-moment instant like that. As soon as she closed the gap to her enemy, her arm came shooting towards Doom, aiming a big, sloppy punch right towards her face, meant more to keep her off of her balance than anything else.

Doom vigorously massaged the black eye she had forming, as the cowgirl rolled out of her grip and across the ring. Doom's face flushed red, burning at Dixie's impertinence. What was it going to take, to get this girl to acknowledge her better? Doom could feel the momentum of the match shifting yet again, but she'd be damned if she let Dixie regain her footing quite so easily.

Doom tensed at her core as she watched Dixie rush towards her. Her thighs wobbled, her legs still trying to get a solid footing beneath herself as she set against the counter-attack. Doom brought her arms to her center, ready to counter any grapple that this buxom redneck might throw her way. What she hadn't prepared for, however, was for Dixie to take the direct route, landing a wide-swinging fist directly against the jaw of Doom.

It was obvious, in hindsight. Of course, hindsight didn't have to deal with being exhausted and punch-drunk. Doom reeled, at the blow, her voice crying out with attempts at obscenities that were rendered completely incomprehensible by a swelling jaw. Doom's body rocked back, her arms spinning involuntarily as she struggled to remain upright. With all of the effort and focus she could muster, Doom extended the middle finger of her right hand to Dixie, in a show of defiance that unfortunately would provide no protection against whatever came next, regardless of making the punk feel better.