The Aftermath

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Alaina walked, well... hobbled through the backstage hallway towards the locker room. Right now all she wanted to do was shower up and get home to put the twins to bed. That, and maybe catch up on some much missed intimate time with Charlie.

She pushed open the door to the locker room, slumping down on a bench, taking a second to recover from the match she just had with Dixie Clements.

[Devastated]

Dixie had come too a few moments after Alaina had left the ring and she had made her way up the ramp, hobbling and stumbling. The match had been intense and intensely painful. Though right now she had a bigger crisis, the crowd seemed to have completely turned against her, ever since her first match against Alaina Sanders here in LAW she had noticed a drop in cheers. Then following through their bar encounter, more people had turned away from her and towards Alaina. Even in matches against Aisha and Karen Starring of all people, the crowd had turned away from Dixie.

This match...had led Dixie to lose most if not all support from the crowd from the looks of it. What the fuck was going on? The Cowgirl had no idea, but she for damn sure figured it was Alaina's fault somehow.

The Texan hobbled to the locker room of Alaina and kicked open the door, bursting into the locker room and charging right up towards Alaina. Looking to sock her right in that busted up face with a hard right hook. " You think yer better than me?!"

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Alaina was about to change when the door burst open. She rolled her eyes, she had seen plenty of locker room drama in her day. She expected someone to be shouting or screaming as she lazily turned to see who it was.

She heard Dixie's voice at the same time the fist connected, blindsiding her! Alaina groaned and stumbled back against the locker, slumping and struggling to remain vertical.

"What is your problem!? I just think I am better than you want to admit I am!" She said as she staggered up and sent a hard right at Dixie's eye to return the favor!

[Devastated]

Dixie cam charging in and smacked Alaina right in her pretty face with a hard right hook. Only to get a return right hook straight from the older woman. The cowgirl staggered back, she spat out a few drops of spittle and blood and glared at Alaina. She'd quickly charge at the brunette and try to grab two handfuls of that hair.

The cowgirl would pull Alaina to the left, then to the right and then back to the left. Trying to make her footing uncertain. The cowgirl would then try and throw Alaina's frame, back first with all her might to try and drive Alaina back first into the lockers!

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"Arrrrrrrgh!" Alaina shouted as she was grabbed and slammed against the lockers. The worn out amazon slumped against them, sliding and dropping down to one knee as she groaned in pain!

[Devastated]

Dixie would grit her teeth as she would take a hold of Alaina's head yet again, yanking her down so her head with in between her knees, before trying to use all the might her tired and hurting frame could muster to throw that head right back up. Trying to slam the back of Alaina's head in the lockers.

The cowgirl was mad, angry, upset...but it wasn't at Alaina. Not really. It was at everything else, the crowd, the way that things were going for her here in LAW. She had come her, expecting to be as big and famous as she had been back in Rumble Roses, but so far she had been dropping in popularity, she had been booed for some really stupid reasons. She had lost to her old main rival and now she had lost to Alaina as well.

Things sucked, and Dixie was getting fed up. She needed something to help her get her frustration out and at the moment that was Alaina Sanders, the Amazon!

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Alaina had her head smashed again howling out in agony as she slumped to the floor! "Dixie what the he'll is your problem!?" Alaina cried out as she moaned her head still spinning.

The amazon was a shell of herself that stood victorious in the ring, now trying to crawl away from Dixie.

[Devastated]

"My problem?!" Dixie let out as she would try and move back towards Alaina, trying to grab the woman by her waist and pull her up towards her feet. " My damn problem?!" Dixie spoke out again, she paused and took the moment to gather herself and pull Alaina up to her feet.

Trying to pull Alaina's head into a frontal face lock, before attempting to drape Alaina's near arm over her shoulder. Before then trying to gather Alaina's far away let with her free arm and hook it up. Trying to lift the Amazon up side down and onto her own shoulder, before charging a few steps and then attempting to jump up. Looking to drive Alaina down onto the hard floor with a nasty move, a Clemets Buster. A move that she had had in the works for a while but didn't incorporate much into her matches. The move would drive Alaina's shoulders and neck first into the floor, for a painful impact.

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Alaina felt herself hauled up again. She knew the grab was for something big and she tried to hook her leg around Dixie's in an effort to stop the lift, trying to punch Dixie's sides as hard as she could! Being lift up and dropped on the hard tile floor of the locker room would hurt a ton more than any such impact in a ring... what was Dixie thinking!?

Alaina howled as she tried her best to escape... hoping her efforts would thwart Dixie's lift and drop! If it didn't the amazon would be laid out motionless, lifeless on the floor!

[Devastated]

Dixie could feel Alaina struggling up on her shoulder, but the cowgirl was already in motion. Stepping off to the center of the locker room and then driving the brunette's shoulders and neck into the hard floor for that brutal finisher of hers. After slamming down Alaina and leaving the Amazon knocked out and limp on the ground.

The cowgirl, panting out as she remained seated a head of the Amazon. Dixie would pull her hand through her hair, shaking her head and groaning out as she moved up towards her feet. " My problem is Ah nevah leave a job half finished...sugah." Dixie would let out as she looked down at Alaina. She'd proceed to turn around and walk out of the locker room, but not before imparting a little lesson on Alaina. Moving to look through some stuff, bags, table what have you. Until she found a pen.

The Texan would walk her way over towards the downed Alaina and grabbing her arm, Dixie would write down her phone number and a little note on the back of Alaina's hand. You have the right to remain silent. Yours truly, Dixie Clemets.

Then turning around and finally make her way out of the locker room. Leaving Alaina there, she had found her answer...it might not be the most ideal answer, but she knew which path to walk now.