Trixie "Jinx" Decker vs Lia Cross

STANDARD MATCH
WINNING CONDITION: THE WINNING WRASSLER WILL BE THE FIRST WRASSLER WHO WINS

"Get Jinxed" by Agnete Kjølsrud played over the sound system as Trixie Decker walked down the ramp to the ring. The applause from the fans was polite at best as most didn't know what to think of the little pale woman with the tall mohawk. For her part, Trixie played it up, blowing kisses and winking to fans. Some were thrilled, others less so.

Trixie climbed in the ring as the announcer gave her introduction. "From Flint, Michigan, standing at five-foot, seven inches and one hundred and seventeen pounds… Triiiiiiixie "Jinx" Decker!" Trixie raised her arms to the few fans willing to cheer on a new girl before going to her corner to be pat down by the red.

Trixie didn't know a lot about her opponent except she was bigger - taller and heavier, so the Jinx was going into this at a severe disadvantage. Also, the booking office had said something about rabbits. Trixie wasn't sure how to parse that, but she had a bad feeling she was about to be Elmer Fudd to Lia's Bugs Bunny.

Lia Cross stretched backstage as she waited for the announcer to call her in. She was jazzed. She was ready. She had been away from the AFW ring for a while but she was eager to show them all a brand new bunny. She was here to kick ass and look cool and, dammit, that was what she was going to do this time.

She knew only a little bit about her opponent. A rookie to AFW, but a veteran of quite a few other leagues. She was an unknown quantity. Not the ideal situation, but Lia knew she could give her the fight of her life no matter who she was.

Lia's theme blared over the speakers and she stepped out. Her sleeveless shirt was buttoned a little less provocatively today, but the skirt, socks, and, of course, the bunny ears remained. She bounded back and forth, firing finger guns at the audience, blowing a few kisses as she made her way down the ramp. Hopping up to the apron, Lia climbed through the middle rope and waved once more to the crowds. "From the US of A, standing at five-foot eight inches and one hundred forty-five pounds... Liiiia Croooossss!"

Spinning on her heel, she turned to regard her opponent. Trixie was lean, quick, but clearly no slouch. Lia liked the look of her already. She gave her best goofy grin, "I like the hair."

Trixie drank in her tall, shapely opponent. Her eyes lingered on Lia's chest. "Nice..." Catching herself, Trixie shot her gaze up to Lia's face. "- EARS! Very adorable. Your wrestler in those?" she asked, obviously fighting the urge to return her eyes to their previous resting position.

Lia was big, but Trixie had fought bigger and meaner and beat them in the past. Of course, she'd also had her clock cleaned by smaller and lighter. Trixie knew she needed to keep her mind in the match and, more importantly, not daydreams of other things they could be doing.

Trixie moved to the center of the ring and put her hand out for good will shake.

Lia could almost feel Trixie's lecherous gaze on her. Her grin widened. The attention was not necessarily unwelcome. "Of course I do, Jinxie-baby. They never come off." Lia's voice carried the weight as if she were speaking a truly important pearl of wisdom. Lia approached Trixie, ever so subtly squeezing her chest between her arms to help flaunt the girls as she reached over to give Trixie the handshake. "A pleasure to meet ya." The bunny girl was happy to finally meet someone here who was not a crazed lesbian psycho.

Well, Trixie was still a lesbian and she might be a little crazy, but she seemed a decent enough sort.

Taking a few steps back after the handshake, Lia gave Trixie a wink and a feral grin, "Are you ready to rock?" With lightning speed, Lia drew a finger gun from her waist, pointing it at Jinx. "Bang bang, baby!"

Trixie raised her forearms like Wonder Woman and made ricocheting sounds. She winked back. "As ready as I'm gonna be, cutie. Let's give everyone a show."

She turned to the corner and began stretching. Hooooooly crap, this lady was cute. The bunny ears were a bit weird, but there's weirder. At least Lia wasn't talking through a puppet made of meat or demanding Trixie respect some bizarre wrestling cult. This was, all in all, a pleasant surprise of an opponent.

The bell rang and Trixie circled the mat, keeping an eye on her opponent. No way she was going to take this woman down in grappling, although a bearhug wouldn't be too unpleasant.

Trixie bounced herself off the ropes and lepts at Lia with a missile dropkick, aimed for the two larger targets the bunny had to offer.

Lia whistled softly, arching an eyebow. Wonder Woman arm bands? She had never seen that one before. Trixie had already impressed the bunny before the match even began.

Before the match began, Lia warmed herself up, bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet. Trixie was a damn sight more pleasant and less psychotic than the folks Lia was working with outside the ring. She was cute, too, and she was totally totally checking her out, which Lia enjoyed. All in all, Lia was excited for this match. She was eager to see what Trixie could do.

As the bell sounded, Lia moved in. Trixie was too smart to want to lock up with someone quite a bit bigger than her. And Lia knew if she let Trixie control the distance, she would be eating her boots all match.

Lia could be pretty quick when she was prepared for it, but in trying to keep the pressure on Trixie, she was not ready for the girl to lash out in an attack of her own. The dropkick hit home, knocking Lia on her back. She clutched her chest with one arm as she quickly rolled to her knees. That one hurt. She was not down for long but that still stung. There was showing the girls love, and there was showing the girls TOO much love, and that was really just about over the line.

Lia would take a beat to recover before rising again. If Trixie was fast, she could catch Lia with a follow-through. Otherwise, Lia would be on her feet, trying to catch Trixie with a side kick of her own to dissuade the girl from playing keep away.

It really seemed a shame to Trixie to even try to bruise such nice "features," but Lia was way bigger and she needed to topple her somehow, and more importantly, it got the bunny off her feet.

Trixie bounded to her own grinned. "Hope I didn't hurt 'em too bad, doll," she said. "If you want, I can kiss 'em better after the match."

Some fans were over the moon at the mere idea. Most, though, were decidedly on Lia's side. This wasn't too shocking. She'd been there longer than Trixie and was probably more traditionally pretty than Trixie was. But the Jinx had always had trouble winning fans over, even on her best days, and already a large section of the audience was booing her roundly.

The soundtrack to my life, Trixie thought to herself lunged towards Lia's downed body. She lept and lifted her leg, aiming a guillotine legdrop for Lia's throat.

Lia huffed on the mat, unable to quite get a response into Trixie's friendly banter, as much as she wanted to respond to the Jinx's playful attitude. Getting kicked about by the little quick girls was beginning to get a little irritating, but it was an occupational hazard. She just had to tough it out and hit her twice as hard.

Trixie kept the pressure on, however. Lia's eyes went wide as she saw the girl leap up. "Uh oh," she muttered right as Trixie's leg slammed across her throat. Lia sputtered, her eyes bugging out and then slamming shut with the force of the blow. She rolled to the side, clutching her neck, forcing in air once she recovered from the initial shock of the blow.

In a match with a small opponent, Trixie would take the time to show off, maybe even gloat, as her opponent rolled around, and it was just as tempting now despite how nice Lia seemed. But a gaze down the statuesque body of her opponent reminded Trixie she was, in the long run, the disadvantage fighter here. Every second, and every move, counted.

Trixie rolled Lia on her back. No point in a pin. The Jinx knew there was no way she'd be that lucky. But maybe she could take a little fight, and air, out of the bunny.

Trixie hovered her butt above her opponent's chest, lacing her legs under Lia's head like she was about to sit Indian style. Trixie then slipped Lia's wrists into the crooks of her knees. The Jinx scooched up her crotch into Lia's mouth and nose. She looked down.

"Better be glad I did laundry before the match," Trixie snickered, "cuz you're about to be very up in my business."

Trixie tightened her legs, hoping to seal Lia's hands in place and smother her at the same time.

This was about the opposite of how she wanted to start this match. Trixie had kept the fight to her. Before she knew it, she was being rolled over and... Uh oh. This time the thought stayed in Lia's head. Before she knew it, she was definitely very up in Trixie's business. "Mmmf!" Lia bucked and kicked, but Trixie had her locked in quite tight. She had clearly done this sort of thing before.

Lia kinda liked the implications of that. But, that thought was best saved for another time.

Barely able to breathe anything but Trixie's scent, she had to escape quickly. Bracing herself, Lia put all the strength she could into Trixie's legs for leverage. Whipping her legs up, she tried to strike Trixie's back with all the power she could muster in hopes of knocking her off.