All-American: Dixie Clemets vs. Piper Ellison

[Winter]

Conditions: Standard pinfall, submission, or knockout.

Piper Ellison was going to shake one of these stagehands by the collar if they didn't let her into the ring soon. Having to wait for the cleanup after the last match was pure misery.

This was what she had dreamed of, after all...and literally. Sweaty, visceral, exhilarating dreams of combat and Piper wanted them to come true with Dixie Clemets. Her need to get out there, wrap around this Dixie chick, and slam her all around the mat was becoming overbearing now that the moment was right before her, and a harmless bouncing of her shoulders to an unheard rhythm soon became rough taps of her boot heels and "smiling" stares, with a hand to her hip, at the stagehands who scurried past her with a touch of anxiety in their own eyes at seeing the amazon's growing signs of restlessness.

"Gotta get going, boys and girls. We don't have all niiiight," Piper finally rang out, giving one particular short stack of a woman an urging, wide-eyed smile and a flex of her abs and arms as she leaned over her. "Just a moment, Ms. Ellison!", someone else stated, and Piper, leaning back into an overly dramatic stretch, accompanied by a loud groan, to get herself through that one moment.

Which came surprisingly fast, and her blue eyes came alight as the scurrying ants parted and gave Piper a clear path to the stage and the signal to go. Excited and menacing all at once, Piper rushed her way to the stage before stepping out, to the brilliant sound of her music mixing with the cheers of the crowd. Hey, she should eat up the crowd too while she had them wrapped up in her appearance. She briefly leveled a sultry pose and a wink at one half of those watching before she took to the ramp with a swing of her hips that led her all the way to the ring. Inside, the blonde took a healthy few seconds to show off (and for her own benefit, really) to flex the leg she swung through the ropes, and, once inside, prop there and offer her best sexy Instagram fitness model poses, jutting out her toned rear.

She couldn't do that running track or playing volleyball. All frills for the match that was coming, sure, which was Piper's man attraction. It was the only part that was dream-worthy like a close-quarters squeeze-and-slam-fest. Every time she thought about it, Piper felt a thrill shoot through her body and hardly noticed the distantly giddy smile that swept over her features.

Spoiler

[Devastated]

Dixie was ready to get back into the action no doubt, she had decided to swift things up a bit after her sudden defeat by Alaina Sanders. The Amazon having caught her unaware, before but she wasn't going to let that get the better of her. What had been the most choking thing to her was how she had received little to no love her in Japan by the crowd. Having been one of the most prominent and favored wrestlers back in America, it had come as a shock. One or two foul moves had caused their entire attitude to turn sour towards the Yankee Rose.

Well, if they were gonna treat her like the bad cop, then why the hell shouldn't she be?! Having changed her attire and even her entrance music, Dixie stood at the Gorilla Position and waited. Eyes darting around at the scurrying stage hands who were working as fast as they could to try and start up everything for her entrance. She was no longer just the normal Dixie Clemets. Taking on the fact that she was an actual sergeant back home. She was now going full into that idea of the Sgt. Dixie Clemets.

Spoiler

When her new music hit, it was of course similar to her old one. It was the same song, but it was the original. Yankee Rose as performed by David Lee Roth She stepped onto the ramp and posed for the crowd, before she started to walk down the ramp, her hips swaying and her barley contained breasts bounced rhythmically with each step she took. Finally reaching her way down towards the ring, she would climb up and slip in under the ropes. Walking around the ring and up towards a corner post. She climb and hollered the crowd with her right arm swinging around, there was a few cheers but most of it was jeers, which caused Dixie to just put on a smug face and gesture towards herself, as if saying 'I'm all that'. Jumping off of the corner post, Dixie would turn towards her well-shaped opponent and look her up and down. Walking towards the center of the ring to face off with this Piper.

[Winter]

Piper was the luckiest woman on the planet.

Karen, Katsuragi, and now Dixie. With her eyes lighting up like Christmas trees, the blonde superathlete watched the other American thunder her way down the ramp, all curves and muscles and skimpy clothes and attitude and everything else Piper could have dreamed of in a first opponent (and had!). She didn't remember having any dreams of anyone quite like Dixie, however, and that made her muscles ache for the first opportunity to try and overpower her.

Keeping her eyes on the prize and rubbing her hands together, Piper shuffled over to where the ref was waiting and poked a finger into her shoulder. "Let's not waste all that much time getting started, alright?", she asked, never turning to the woman, but the rather awkward affirmative she got was enough for her while Dixie went about the business of showing off a little herself. Piper supposed she couldn't deny her that...but she was so ready to get the clash going.

Dixie was getting a load of her, too, when she finished, and Piper didn't waste a second strolling over to her, getting so close that their buxom chests nearly touched. "So I told the ref to hurry it up," she told her, still holding the giddy, intent-filled smile as she met eyes as blue as her own as she flicked a thumb beside her at the smaller official. "Because I don't wanna wait to start wrestling that down." Her eyes skimmed over Dixie's figure again.

[Devastated]

Dixie would raise an eyebrow as her opponent walked right up towards her, standing just an inch away from her and their breasts just barley not touching as the buxom beauties were staring each other down. With Piper saying she told the referee to hurry, Dixie Clemets would place on hand on her hip and then take a step forward.

She pushed right up into the bust of Piper with her own bust and would lock eyes with the fellow Heavyweight wrestler, she would scoff a little at the words of the fellow blue eyed wrestler took to speaking again. " Looks laike you want to get started right away, that'right sugah?" Dixie spoke out as she would place her other hand on her hip. Keeping herself pushed up against Piper, bust to bust.

Dixie would smile and nod her head, " Well, dun'worry hun. ah'll have ya down for the three count in no timeh." Dixie said with a cocky smile on her face as she would soon raise her arms. " Whenever you're ready ."

[Winter]

Piper could have purred, but that would have been totally weird.

The irony was lost on her as she went even wilder in the eyes in anticipation as Dixie thrust that powerful body up against hers, just daring the athlete to start doing her very best (and worst) to start working it over. Many times she had...urged some of her athlete friends into situations like these, where it was just their body against hers, but they were always so...sheepish. And they just didn't stack up to the blonde bombshell in front of Piper at the moment. The excited blonde had to force raising hands, ready to latch onto Dixie, back down to her hips to match her opponent, and her lips twitched around her smile as she leaned in even more closely to get more of a feel of the woman without her hands.

"Oh come on, don't you? Look at us...sugar", Piper chimed back, her own partially rustic accent not quite as charming as Dixie's, so close that their noses could have touched.

There they remained, until Piper let her blue eyes divert for long enough to spot where Dixie's hands were, and hers searched to meet them. As she clasped hands with her, she squeezed down in appreciation more than malice, liking how strong they felt. "Well, why don't you come on and prove that, huh?"

With those words, and the sound of the bell a moment earlier, Piper dropped her shoulders and started pushing with every sculpted muscle from her neck down to her feet.

[Devastated]

Dixie couldn't help but put up a wide smile on her face as she would feel the generous chest of the buxom piper push against hers. She couldn't help but want to knock this buxom babe down for that three count, the desire was rising within her with each passing second as she continued to talk. It wasn't in a hateful manner, she simply wanted to put this cocky gal in her place.

As such she would soon raise her arms much like how piper did and would shortly accept that lock up as she was told to prove that, she would raise her hands and grip them with Piper's and then when the bell rang she dropped her shoulders and would grit her teeth, her muscles flexing as she pushed into Piper. Their arms would shake as the Texan would attempted to shove her front even tighter up against Piper's.

She'd resort to trying to take a step forward, aiming to try and shove Piper backwards, step by step...trying to force the woman backwards and try and get the early strength advantage going.

[Winter]

Muscle and breasts smashed together as both women made a match of each other at the arms and their bodies tried to fill in the gap. With Piper barely in her top as it was, and not caring if she came out, she grunted, gripped, and thrust forward with all manner of force as her frame got lower and her chest was forced down until her top was pulling at her in all sorts of equally uncomfortable and pleasant ways to get a better feel of the other American amazon in front of her and all of the rippling muscle she had to offer as a target for punishment.

But that punishment would come later. At the moment, Piper put everything into being shown merely the stronger when neither of them truly had control, and she grunted and groaned when Dixie started forward with her legs.

Piper, rooted, took one step backwards from Dixie's first shove, and then she matched the other blonde by churning her feet in response, one extended as a brace and the other one to push forward. She stopped Dixie's progress dead, unleashing a burst of her freakish strength into her thighs and calves to do it, before she smirked through her intentful, focused features while she looked Dixie squarely in the eyes...and worked to start pushing Dixie backwards instead.