Dixie Clemets vs. PHDoom

Dixie lied there, listening to Doom's taunts, her insults. It was hard to hear, listening to the punk putting her down. She wished that Doom would just end it, just get it over with and end the damn match. But...Doom didn't end it. Dixie lied there, waiting for a pin, for another attack, for anything, but it didn't come. Was Doom mocking her? Still taunting her? The Texan wasn't sure. She could feel the punk standing over here, she could feel an oppressive aura radiating from Doom down towards her, but the end just didn't come.

Well, even as tired and beaten as she was, Dixie knew an opportunity when she had one.

She had one chance left, one more shot to turn this around. As Doom stood over her, leaning down towards her, the blonde gathered up the last of her energy. With one final, defiant yell, she quickly pushed herself up and threw herself towards Doom, one of her arms shooting up, trying to slip in-between each of the punk's legs. Then came a sudden jerk, Dixie trying to pull Doom down to the mat, attempting to roll her up in a sudden, surprising pinning position!

Doom's lips curled into an involuntary sneer, as she took her position above Dixie's fallen form. Everything, from Doom's perspective, was coming into place. She could feel the buxom cowgirl giving in, her athletic-yet-curvy body giving way beneath Doom's taut form. Doom took a brief moment, away from her merciless gloating, to turn her gaze to the crowd. All of them at their feet, no one knowing what would happen next, Doom reveled in the thought of pushing against the AFW crowd, and showing them what a real champion looked like.

With Dixie finally beneath her, after an excruciating match that had brought both women to their very limits, Doom finally had the advantage over Dixie. And she wasn't about to let that go. Doom ran her fingers through her short-cropped brown hair, and reveled in the last few moments she was prepared to give Dixie. "Nothing left, huh? You ready to lie down and die? Huh?" Doom taunted, again, just inches from Dixie's face. Doom was exhausted, battered, but prior to this she'd never been more convinced of her own impending victory. That is, until the buxom cowgirl's hands had wrapped around her thighs.

"This is- wh-wait, what?" Doom exclaimed, as the yell from Dixie's lips filled her ears. Before Doom knew what was happening, she felt Dixie's body pushing forward and upward, the cowgirl bucking up from below to put Doom down hard, onto her back. Doom's entire world flipped suddenly, as the punk's shoulders hit the mat hard. "One!" the ref girl cried out, before it even registered upon Doom that a pinfall was being counted ...

Dixie pressed down on Doom, pushing down on her legs, keeping her body held down. She had to keep the punk under control. She had to get this pin. This was her last chance to win this. She knew that if Doom kicked out, she really was done for!

The referee's hand slapped the mat a second time, the girl calling out the second count. "Two!" came the cry, causing Dixie's body to shudder in both anticipation and in worry. Could she do it? Could the cowgirl actually finally get the pin over Doom?

She could only hope so, waiting for the referee's hand to slap the mat for the third and final time...

Doom was still utterly bewildered, aware of practically nothing beyond Dixie pressing down on her from above, pinning her back to the mat. Doom's arms were windmilling helplessly, flailing around, trying to put her body upright to no effect. As confused and enraged as Doom was by this sudden turn of events, she could feel the sheer force of will with which Dixie was keeping her on her back, and she could do precious little about it. She'd been battered and bruised throughout the course of the match, and now Dixie was in position to take full advantage of that. Doom could feel the cowgirl's full weight on her, pressing down, keeping her from getting a good orientation on where she was as she listened to the final count being called from across the mat.

"Three!"

With an agonized cry, Doom thrust her shoulders upward yet again, with renewed zeal. Too late, but the punk was hoping to earn herself a moment's freedom. Doom could hear the overwhelming roar of the crowd, cheering on their favourite as the three-count was called. The sense of relief was almost palpable, at watching the buxom cowgirl get her much-deserved victory over the upstart punker. Doom, meanwhile, was practically scrambling to get her hands and feet back beneath her after the ref's count. Exhausted and exasperated, every lean muscle in Doom's body quivering in rage, Doom's gaze swung from one side of the arena to the other. Clearly, Doom was utterly bewildered by what had just happened. Bruised, aching and taxed to her absolute limits, Doom was completely unprepared to accept that somehow, in this ring, tonight, she had just failed. Any reasonable person would perhaps have accepted that Dixie had fought hard, and had earned a hard-won victory, tonight. But reason was for people far less than Doom. Glaring at her foe, struggling for breath, Doom could only glare and tighten her fists, as the cheers for Dixie echoed throughout the arena.

As soon as the referee hit the final count, and Doom thrust herself upwards, Dixie threw herself to the side, releasing her pin over the punk as she rolled onto her back. She could hardly believe it. She had actually managed to score the win over Doom, she had actually managed to turn things around in the end and get the pin over her. It was incredible. It made Dixie feel damn good. Doom was a hell of a fighter, and was just an strong as the cowgirl. She might have been a rookie, but she had driven Dixie to her absolute limit. The girl was going to have a hell of a career ahead of her, and Dixie was honestly wondering to herself if she would be this lucky should the two of them ever fight again.

She lied on her back for several moments, just basking in the crowd's cheers and screams for her. Her arms and legs lie spread out to her sides, her gaze pointed straight up. Her entire body was practically drenched in sweat, her hair matted down by it, her fuzzy cowgirl outfit damp from both her and Doom's sweat. She was exhausted, so exhausted. Dixie just wanted to lie there for the rest of the night and enjoy her hard-fought win. She knew though, that she couldn't do that. She had to get back up and do something, or say something. Anything, really, besides just lie there like a chump.

Slowly the buxom blonde sat up, shaking her head a few times before pushing back up to her feet. Her breath was ragged, her ample chest swelling and then shrinking with each labored breath she took, but eventually she made it back onto both of her feet. She looked around for a moment, then staggered towards the ropes, Dixie leaning against them for a moment with her head down, before suddenly looking up towards the crowd, flashing them a big, wide grin. Up came her fist, thrusting victoriously into the air, as a loud cry erupted from Dixie's lips.

"YEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!" she roared, the crowd exploding into a louder set of cheers over Dixie and her win. She leaned against the ropes with her fist in the air, just standing there, basking in those noises, enjoying her win. She couldn't remember the last time she had been pushed as far as Doom had pushed her, and she wanted to enjoy every moment of it.

When the crowd finally died back down, Dixie took another deep breath and pushed herself off the ropes, turning slowly back towards the punk. She noted the woman's glare, her unhappy expression, and stepped towards her, giving the woman a small smile. "Hey there," she called softly towards her, extending her hand her way for a friendly handshake. She didn't think that Doom would actually accept it, but there was no harm in at least trying to be friendly. "Hell of a match you gave me there, girl. Ya almost had me, right at the end." She shook her head, her smile growing a little wider. "I gotta say, I ain't envyin' the next gal you get to fight! Jes' try not to hurt 'er too bad, whoever it is, alright?"

Doom lay on her side, one arm still reaching weakly for the ceiling, a look of utter disbelief in her eyes. What the hell had just happened? Doom's body was aching from head to toe, now, every muscle screaming in strain. Despite every possible expectation she had, going into this, Dixie had put Doom through absolute hell, tonight. And now, Doom was lying on her back, and Dixie had come out on top of her ...

Doom rolled flat on her back, trying to let her muscles get some rest for the first time in what felt like an age. Doom's hair, drenched in sweat, crept into her eyes, her entire toned torso rising and falling as she did her best to get air back into her lungs. Mostly though, what Doom felt was the stinging cheers of the audience, ringing in her ears, drowning out all rational thought.

Doom brushed her hair out of her eyes just in time to see Dixie rising to her feet. Doom tried to do the same, but with no luck. She just needed a few more moments to catch her breath. At least, that's what she told herself. Slowly, wincing in pain, Doom rolled up to her hip, leaning on one hand for support, still trying to process what had just happened.

It wasn't until Doom heard Dixie's loud roar, and the audience's deafening callback, that the world began to come back into focus for her. It had reminded Doom of every resolution she'd made, coming into the AFW. Every promise she'd made to break down every single one of these soft, pathetic bimbos this "league" had to offer. This was the thought at the front of Doom's mind, as she watched the cowgirl approaching her from the ropes.

Doom's sneer deepened, Dixie's words not even reaching Doom's ears. Her eyes narrowed, as she her glare moved from Dixie's smile to her outstretched hand. Not even listening to the words coming out of Dixie's mouth, all she could feel was a burning feeling that Dixie had the gall to condescend to her. Taking the outstretched hand, all of Doom's dissatisfaction and rage coalesced into her fist. And as Doom took to a knee, and accepted Dixie's hand, wordlessly, she thrust that fist forward, trying to plant a flexed foreamr directly and swiftly between Dixie's legs.

In one swift, single moment, all of Dixie's excitement went melting away.

The Texan dropped to her knees in front of Doom as the punk's fist buried itself into her crotch, sending waves of sudden pain and shock through the cowgirl's body. She dropped down, a choked cry passing her lips, as she stared forward at Doom. She could barely believe it. She knew the punk was trouble, but she didn't think she'd go this far. She didn't think she'd resort to attacking Dixie like this, but it had worked. Dixie was on her knees, gingerly grasping at her crotch with both of her hands, and for the time being, she was completely out of it. She couldn't think of anything to say, or do, or anything. All she could think of was the sudden pain rushing through body...and the fact that no doubt, Doom wasn't done with her yet.

Doom felt a sick satisfaction, as her sudden blow felled Dixie. More satisfying, however, was the sudden turn in the audience's reaction. Slowly, Doom pushed herself to her feet. Her body was still aching from what she hated to admit had been the fight of her life; no amount of pain or shock or humiliation, however, would make Doom take this loss lying down.

Doom glared down at Dixie, listened to her choked cry, and flashed a toothy grin at the cowgirl. Doom couldn't help but wince, slightly, as she reached forward to take a tight hold of Dixie's neck with her arm. As long as she could get that hold applied, however, Doom would take a moment to raise her fist, and take in the seething jeers of the crowd.

"You thought you were done with Doom?" she would cry down at the cowgirl, voice rasping and exhausted. "Doom tells you when you're done!" With that, Doom would bring her fist down hard on Dixie's back, repeatedly, working the ribs and kidneys with a handful of solid blows. This, before attempting to tighten her grip, and sharply drag the cowgirl down onto her head in a vicious DDT.

The crowd began to boo at Doom, on their feet jeering and yelling at her. They weren't happy with her being such a sore loser, and definitely weren't happy with the way she was handling Dixie now. The cowgirl herself was feeling pretty powerless. She had already been driven to her limit in this match, and since she was still reeling from the low blow, she couldn't do anything to stop Doom, she couldn't do anything to fight the woman off as she slipped her arm around the cowgirl's neck. Even as Doom began to punch at her, driving that angry, wild fist into her back, her ribs and her kidneys, over and over again, there was nothing the blonde to do to stop her. All she could do was cry out, yelling in agony with each of the sharp, striking hits, her body shuddering in Doom's grasp.

And then...then, Doom tightened her arm around Dixie, dropping her to the mat with the DDT. The Texan struck the canvas headfirst, her entire body jerking hard from the sudden impact. That was it. She was done. Not a single sound passed Dixie's lips after that, not even a single moan of pain or cry of suffering. She was out, completely finished off and put away by Doom's DDT.

Doom lay back, panting a moment, as she felt Dixie go limp in her arms. Doom was breathing hard between clenched teeth, her body trying to manage a laugh she simply didn't have the strength to give, at the moment. Dixie had put her through all manner of hell, tonight. She'd even managed to humiliate Doom in the ring, tonight, despite what Doom felt to be all possible odds. Each blow Doom had delivered after the bell, however, was taking a step towards rectifying that. Steps that Doom knew, despite their effectiveness, simply weren't enough.

With a graceless shove, Doom rolled Dixie out of her grasp, to put the cowgirl flat on her back in the center of the ring. Doom could hear every single jeer and taunt of the audience, and she reveled in their disapproval. Slowly, Doom crept towards Dixie, putting herself directly into the cowgirl's face. She couldn't even discern if Dixie were conscious, considering the pain shooting through Doom's head, at the moment, but she wanted to deliver her next words as directly as she could.

"We're far from done, you redneck slut," Doom said, her voice projecting through the arena with an almost audible sneer. "And all of those little skanks in the back? The ones you want me to go easy on? They're on notice. They exist at the tender mercy of Doom, now. And as I've shown you, Doom's mercy is far from tender! If you want to push the point, Dixie, you know where to find me!"

With that last, rasping threat, Doom rolled out of the ring. She was store, staggering, and it seemed like she had the whole world against her, at this point. Defiantly, she strode away from ringside and back up the entrance ramp. She lifted a single finger to the crowd, soaking in their hate, as she gave a final glance to her fallen foe. Dixie had fought hard, harder than Doom ever would have expected. She'd even beaten Doom fairly, surprisingly enough. But as she looked down at the cowgirl's limp body, and the raging of the fans int he audience, Doom knew her message had been sent, tonight. Part of her even looked forward to Dixie's response.