It's a throw down, not a hoe down!

[Devastated]

Having just come off of her match with Karen Staring, a fight that had left the cowgirl dazed and stunned on the floor even after she had managed to get the three count on that insufferable woman. Both of them had been knocked out cold after the match and with it they had been helped to their respective locker rooms. It had meant that they had stayed a fair bit later than Dixie had planned. Yet, after having taken a shower, getting hers and Karen's sweat off of her and getting out of her wrestling attire and into some regular ass clothes.

Dixie found herself walking out of the locker room with a pair of tight almost form fitting jeans and a red and blue flannel shirt. She walked out of the locker room with an air of confidence but also annoyance. She had not wanted to win like that, and the crowd certainly hadn't enjoyed it. She was really starting to get pissed at this Japanese crowd and their BS attitude.

Yet, for now she found herself craving something to drink. Walking around the hallways of the backstage area, the Three Count Cowgirl found a vending machine, in fact a soda vending machine to be precise. She would look on at for a few moments She needed something refreshing and would get it by inserting a yen bill and pressing on one of the buttons. Which dropped down a fresh bottle of coke cola. She would crank open the cap and then take a good long swig of the cold liquid, almost letting out a purr as the carbonated beverage trickled down her throat.

[Devilish53]

Whilst it had just over a hour, the match in which Karen had suffered her first defeat within the halls of LAW was still fresh in Karen's mind; a feeling she suspected would remain for months in her noggin. The pain of defeat was great enough on its own, even without Karen considering who it was against.

And when she did consider it? She practically tore her head out. There was few worse in wrestling, never mind LAW, than Dixie Clemets. Atleast a loss to the likes of Alaina Sanders, or Kyoko Akan, felt somewhat more reasonable. But a figure whom she had never come out ontop against, or even come close for that matter, dominating her via low blow?

Karen could practically cry.

Face wet with water, albeit from a shower and not her own tear ducts, the amazon found herself in the hallway of LAW with bag over shoulder and towel to face. Body clad in casual attire, tight fitting jeans and baggy tanktop to be precise, the somewhat disheartened American paced through the halls slowly, covering her face to wipe away the remains of the shower with that towel to hand. Keys in her other, the amazon paced along to the exit, stopping only for a moment at her usual stop before her short drive home.

To obtain a drink, of course.

"Yo...do you mind hurrying up?" She'd groan, polite only through lack of heart as she spoke to a figure infront of her; one she did not manage to lay eyes upon given her furious rubbing of her face. It was a one person queue, but Karen didn't exactly want to hang around for further delay.

Yet it was a face she knew. And then some.

[Devastated]

Dixie found herself perking out at the sound of the voice coming from behind her. She took another sip of her drink and let out a big gulp sound at the feeling of swallowing her carbonated drink. Slowly she turned around and laid her eyes upon the raven haired Karen Staring. She felt good after her win, even if it had resulted in a double knockout after the match, Dixie had kept her streak going against Karen and that was what mattered to her, keeping Karen in her place.

The cowgirl placed her free hand upon her hip and looked on with a determined glare for but a moment, before she'd simply snicker out under her breath. She glanced Karen's frame up and down and then decided to step up, as if walking past Karen, but making sure to give her long time foe and rival a hard shoulder bump to try and force her to stagger back and out of the way of the cowgirl.

Sure she felt cocky right now, despite it having to be earned by a low blow. She couldn't give a fuck right now, the crowd had turned on her for the last time and she was done playing the good cop. Besides, Karen was someone whom Dixie just wanted to stand on top of....no matter what.

[Devilish53]

Eugh.

Of course, it had to be her. Karen's eyes would have widened and her jaw dropped at the sight, had she not felt so defeated. She despised Dixie with every cell in her body, so to say the woman didn't even raise a fist nor a word, at least initially, gave a hint towards how Karen was truly feeling.

Still, she wouldn't back down from glaring at the dirty blonde, that snigger causing a foul look to emerge on her tired face.

'Just let it go..' Karen thought to herself, not at all in the mood for a further fight, a monstrously large rarity in itself. Until of course, Dixie pushed her buttons, by trying to shove the amazon as if she was but an annoyance in the way.

"You..for fucking real..." She'd mutter, with a foul tone as her hand grabbed a hold of that shoulder that had pushed her so, forcibly yanking Dixie's front against her so. She said nothing more, instead letting the cowgirl give a reaction if any, as her eyebrows clenched with a look of utter pure hatred.

[Devastated]

Dixe's eyes widened a bit as Karen's hand grabbed a hold of her shoulder, the one she had just used to bump into the raven haired fighter. The Texan heartthrob would let out a light grunt as Karen said those words of hers. She'd feel the as always impressive chest of Karen Starring push up against hers, pressing her front against the recently spun around blonde.

The Three Count Cowgirl would simply adjust her face a bit, changing that surprise face of hers to a more...smug one. Her eyes narrowed just slightly and her lips turned into a smirk. " Oh, didn't see ya thar. Didn'cha have enuff in the ring?" Dixie spoke out. Thick Texan accent escaping her mouth as she kind of wanted Karen to start something. She was pretty annoyed at the fact that she hadn't been able to dominate Karen after the match, the fact that this raven haired dummy was giving her problems in the squared circle...it made Dixie's pride feel as if it had been trampled. So she wanted to get the chance to wreck Karen.

As much as Karen disliked and hated Dixie, the Texan could be sure that she felt the exact same way. Except for the inferiority complex part, just simple disdain was enough for the Texan.

[Devilish53]

Karen, in the downer of a mood she was in, would have happily paced past the stacked Texan, even with that shoulder barge. Her mood was low, and not at all aggressive, which in itself was enough given Karen's character. But of course, Dixie had to open her mouth, and give Karen a reason to halt that pace of hers.

"What was that...?" She'd turn, with such speed and force that had Dixie been a step closer, she might have outright headbutted her. Or atleast smashed breasts together.

"I couldn't hear you over the sound of all those copper coins in your pocket. Get it?" She'd snarl, apparently finding her signature aggression, as she raised her right hand with a finger extended, before poking it rather roughly into the Texan's massive breasts.

"'Cause your so fucking CHEAP?"

[Devastated]

Dixe would narrow her gaze as Karen's finger poked right into the generous breast of the large chested Dixie Clemets, who would simply raise an eyebrow at the words that Karen was speaking. Shaking her head a little as she would roll back her shoulder and then swat that hand of Karen's away from here.

" Now, listen here sugah. Ah kick your flabby ass, and ah ain't gonna let you of all people call it cheap, you hear me, hun?" Dixie spoke out as she would bring her own hand up and poke it right against Karen's impressive rack, as if her finger was looking to poke a hole in one of those big breasts. " Just like before, Ah've busted you, kicked you to the curb and come out on top. Cause, guess what darlin' you ain't got what it takes to beat me." Dixie Clemets cockily spoke out as she would then throw that angry scowl at the raven haired woman's face.

[Devilish53]

Her hand swatted away, Karen quickly withdrew it and pulled it into a fist; her figure evidently struggling to resist from simply throwing that hand forward, and decking the abs of the woman who talked as if she had just claimed outright dominance over her frame.

"What's wrong..?" She'd opt to goad instead, putting her hand back to her hip with her palm open, before stepping as close as she could into Dixie's personal space. Acting as if that finger poke to her breast didn't even occur, Karen instead gave the woman before her a mighty thrust with that bosom of hers, in an effort to push Dixie back.

"Don't like me saying it how it is? What you gonna do...you cheap fuck?"

[Devastated]

Karen came pressing with that mighty bust of hers instead and the Texan stood her ground, their impressive pairs pushing into one another as the blonde would narrow her eyes at Karen's words. Her own hands started to tense a bit as she was considering throwing a punch of her own, right into the pretty face of the raven haired woman.

" Ah've had just'bout enuff of you. You're a goddamn loser and there ain't nothin' that you can do about it." Dixie spoke as she would push her frame further up against Karen. Dixie would then try and reach up with her arms, trying to give her a solid shove and attempt to force Karen to back off of her. " Now Get! Ah'm done with you."

[Devilish53]

Karen didn't need the shove to tell her what was coming, albeit it did help her with what followed. Her figure pushed back by a metre or so, her face contorting to utter rage, Karen reared her right up and wide, with fist obviously clenched.

Tired of Dixie's treatment of her, both in the ring prior and here now before her, Karen opted to try and smack all sense out of the Texan with but one strike, as she drove her fist into the big woman's mug, dropping her near enough instantly!

The masses that had formed around the duo promptly trying to make a barrier between the two, Karen was shuffled backwards and away from the Texan, shaking her fists and practically banging her sides given her inability to control her temper.

The idea of the duo meeting again was not one that at all seemed plausible nor interesting in Karen's mind, her interest in regaining that win already fleeting given if Dixie cared solely for victories she'd let her have it, Karen instead put her focus towards moving on up, and using the rage from interacting with women such as this blonde to battle names that would put her own up in bold.