After the Native American wrestler had entered the ring, there was silence and the arena fell into darkness. With it the lights of the ramp started to slowly turn on, making a way from the ring up towards the ramp. At the very top there was a rumble of an engine, revving of something. A screech of tires rang out as music then began to play out of the speakers and with it the rumbling beast appeared.
A buxom blonde beauty on top of a black Harley Davidson drove out onto the ramp and began to rev the engine again. The crowd wasn't sure what to think at the moment, some cheered, others booed. Dixie had made her way onto the stage now as she rode her bike down towards the side of the ring. Turning off the bike and kicking out the kick stand, the black clad Sgt. Clemets moved off the bike and set to climbing into the ring.
She made her way straight towards the center of the ring, with one hand on her right hip and the other lazily outstretched a bit to the side. "They're puttin' me up against Native Murican's now? Hah, Ah'd almost think there were tryin' to make some cowboys and Indian joke here."