“what a better way to close a great evening than with a even greater Match! Last but not least we have the match between Dixie Clemets “The Three Count Cowgirl” and “Dancin' Sista Number 1” Aisha. Come on this has to be a really awesome match. So sit down grab something to drink end enjoy!”
Match D
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Aisha's heart was pounding against her chest as she made her entrance into the LAW arena, stepping out from behind the curtains and into view of LAW's audience. She had a huge match ahead of her, and she could barely believe it. Tonight, she was fighting in the first round of LAW's first ever tournament. That alone was a big enough deal, but she still couldn't wrap her mind around her opponent for the evening.
Dixie. Dixie Clemets. The Three Count Cowgirl herself had made her way to LAW, and now Aisha would be facing off against her. Her oldest and biggest rival, a woman that the diva hadn't seen in years, and tonight they'd be facing off once more.
Aisha felt like she wanted to puke.
There was butterflies in her stomach, and a great deal of nervousness filled her body, and it was hard to focus on what laid ahead for her. Dixie had always been a thorn in her side, and a roadblock in her way, and it had always seemed like Aisha just wasn't as good as the cowgirl was. Not tonight though. Tonight, Aisha wanted to settle things. She would prove that she was better than Dixie and leave her behind as she progressed in the tournament. She needed to. She had to.
She swallowed her butterflies and made her way down the ramp, heading to the ring and sliding inside. She was quiet, not playing to the crowd or dancing around like she normally would. Instead, she headed to her corner, trying to focus her mind on what she needed to do once Dixie came out and the match began.
Dixie was feeling fine tonight, there was nothing that was going to stop her mood from being as bright as a Texas sky. She was to partake in the first ever tournament here in LAW and it was going to be her chance to step up and show everyone what she had to offer. The Three count cowgirl was going to fight none other than good ol' Aisha. Her old friend from back long ago, and even from Rumble Roses. They'd clashed a few times there, and Dixie couldn't help but be excited. Back when it was Rumble Roses, sure Aisha had been a bit of a pain, constantly chasing after her and looking to settle some non-existent score. Though a score was soon formed between them through their fights.
The Texan stepped out onto the ramp as 'Yankee Rose' started to play out of the speakers and the crowd got riled up from the appearance of the bodacious blonde. The All-American babe marched down the ring, doing a few struts and ass-shaking as she showed off for the crowd. She went up through the ropes and right into the ring. Marching her way to the center of the ring as she would do a little strut around the ring.
Her lovely blue eyes turned towards Aisha soon as she would look her rival up and down. It seemed as if Aisha had lost a little of her usual swagger. " Hey there Eish' what's got ya down?" Dixie spoke out with her thick texan accent as she'd remain in the center of the ring and gesture for her friend to come join her.
Aisha watched wordlessly as Dixie appeared, making her entrance and heading down to the ring. The cowgirl looked just as amazing as ever, just as strong and sexy and confident as she always had.
The diva couldn't wait to kick her head off.
When Dixie gestured to her, Aisha came forward to meet her, rolling her shoulders back a few times and adopting a ready-to-fight stance as she neared the center of the ring. "Heh. Nothin' a girl like you would understand, Dix," she answered, meeting her friend's gaze and staring into her eyes. She took another moment to glance over Dixie, then took a step closer, leaving mere inches between them.
"It's been too long, you know," she continued, lowering her voice so that only the cowgirl could hear. "Hope you're ready for a hell of a fight..."
Dixie raised an eyebrow at Aisha's words, the fellow busty blonde stepped up towards the center of the ring, stopping just a mere few inches away from the slightly bigger Dixie Clemets. The three count cowgirl would drop her smile for a second, she could tell that there was something wrong with Aisha, but she at least gave the bronze skinned beauty the chance to try and hide it since that was what she seemed to want to do.
Now that Aisha was in her face though it seemed as if the busty pop-singer started to get into this. With that lowered voice, them being so close to each other that they could practically feel the heat coming off of each other's bodies. The Texan would place a hand on her hip as she cocked her head a bit to the side. " Ya know Ah'm always ready for a fight against you, sugah." Dixie let out as she would put on a wide grin on her face.
Dixie would then take a step backwards and raise her arms up, dropping into a grappling stance as she'd bend her knees. Waiting for Aisha to be ready and for the bell to ring before attempting to step in and start this match off with a collar and elbow tie-up.
Aisha stepped up, and accepted Dixie's tie-up, her smile dropping from her face as she grew more serious again. There it was. There was that impossible strength of the cowgirl. Aisha pushed against Dixie, she vied for control of their lock-up, but the diva wasn't a fool. She knew she couldn't outmuscle Dixie. It had been far too long since she had last faced the Texan, but she was very quickly reminded of the vast difference in their physical strength.
That didn't matter to Aisha, though. The diva was clever, and she already had a plan.
She grappled with Dixie for several seconds, before going on the offensive. She shifted her weight, trying to draw Dixie in, and then would attempt to slide towards her side, trying to transition from the tie-up into a side headlock. If she could work Dixie into the simple hold, she could get early control of her (at least, she hoped), and from there, she could begin the long process of wearing her biggest rival down.
Dixie and Aisha finally locked up and went at it, Dixie had actually forgotten how strong Aisha was for that slender frame, though she had gotten a fair bit more powerful since they last faced off, and even back then had the Texan been the strongest among them. It was like comparing a colt to a proper grown adult Mustang. Sure Aisha had some power, but Dixie took a step forward and Aisha took a step back. That was the dynamic in the lock up, when Dixie wanted to she could plow right through Aisha. Though she played it a bit weary, as she knew that the tanned beauty was a good fighter and knew how to handle herself, Dixie couldn't afford to be reckless.
She took another step forward and in that moment, Aisha managed to turn things around. Using Dixie's momentum forward to turn the lock up into a side headlock. As the blonde knockout's face got a nice greeting from Aisha's sizable sideboob, with her nose, mouth and cheek being pressed right against that barley covered tit. " Gnrgh...W-why you lil'..." Dixie let out, her hands moving up to Aisha's arm to try and pull it off, but sooner rather than later did they migrate down to Aisha's hips.
The Cowgirl grunted out in discomfort at the side headlock as she was forced to bend over and have her head wrenched, but she was quick to try and drive her right arm into Aisha's back for a nasty forearm strike aimed at the dancin' sista's kidney, trying to follow it up with another and another to try and weaken that hold. All before she'd try and wrap her arms around Aisha's waist and try to lift her off of her feet, looking to throw them woman backwards with a backdrop suplex!
Once she had the headlock secured, Aisha began to squeeze. She squeezed, and she tightened her arms, and she did everything she could to make sure her headlock was fully locked in and that Dixie was trapped. She grit her teeth, and even stomped her foot a couple times, keeping the cowgirl stuck in her grip, at her mercy.
She didn't seem to notice, or even seem to mind, as Dixie's face pushed into her large tit, the bigger blonde shoved up against her boob. Instead she stayed the course, trying to milk the headlock for as long as she could.
But then, sure enough, Dixie had her out. The cowgirl's arm slammed into her back, and Aisha cried out, her arms loosening slightly from the surprise blow. Then another strike hit her, and another, and Aisha could feel her arms loosening more and more each time.
By the time Dixie went for her suplex, the headlock was all but lost and the cowgirl had nothing stopping her. Aisha was lifted up and thrown backwards, the Diva hitting the mat with a sharp cry and a loud thud. Her body struck the canvas and bounced once, before Aisha rolled over, groaning as she began shakily climbing back up to her feet.
Dixie struggled something fierce, Aisha's arms had the same power that she remembered as the squeezing of them were beyond painful it was down right a vice. Though Dixie was not intimidated by a vice like headlock, she had faced Aisha a few times before and she had won plenty of time. As much as she respected her rival, she was planning to win here in this tournament against the woman. Looking to stomp her down into the mat and show her rival how their relationship was supposed to be. Dixie didn't have any ill will with it, but she was for damn sure looking to be the better wrestler with them and wanted it to be known, after all she had dedicated most of her life to it, unlike Aisha.
The busty cowgirl hammered into that back with blow after blow and when the headlock was nothing but a nice little hug around her skull, Dixie took a hold of Aisha and tossed the superstar diva down onto the mat with a back suplex! She'd pant out as she pushed up to a seated position, rubbing her head a bit as she then pushed up to her feet and turned around to face Aisha. She'd throw a smile towards her friendly rival and start to head up to the rising woman. " Ya'll still got it Eesh!" Dixie let out as she would attempt to grab two handfuls of hair, one on each side of her head.
Dixie would try and swing Aisha to the left, then the right and then back towards the left for a full on 180 before tossing Aisha off with all her might, trying to send the Dancin' Sista stumbling off towards the corner, back fist!
Before Aisha could climb back up to her feet herself, Dixie had decided to give her a hand, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to stand again. Then, before the Diva had a chance to respond, the cowgirl suddenly swung her around, flinging her straight towards the nearest corner.
The Diva staggered into it, the blonde dropping back-first into it. Her body hit the corner and Aisha cried out, her slender form arching outwards as she hit the turnbuckle, then coming to rest against it. Dixie had quickly turned things back around on Aisha, and for the moment, the pop star was left open as she leaned against the corner post.
