L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Aisha looked as if she had seen better days, after driving her into the corner like that the crowd winced in sympathy for the slightly smaller blonde. The powerful Dixie though, she had no real mercy for her friend, after all...she better than anyone knew how dangerous Aisha could be if she got going.

Dixie would walk up towards Aisha and attempt to grab a firm handful of hair and pull the woman's head in under her left armpit. Gently pushing Aisha's head up against the cowgirl's generous side boob. The Three Count Cowgirl would put a nice and tight squeeze on that head. The Cowgirl would start to walk around the center of the ring, with Aisha hopefully trapped in a nice side headlock, raising her right hand up and waving to the crowd in a taunting and showboating manner, that didn't sit too well with some of the crowd, as it looked as if she was just toying with the Pop star diva.

There was a burning feeling in Aisha's cheek, a flush of embarrassment, as her face was unceremoniously shoved into the side of Dixie's large and soft breast. She groaned softly, but for the moment, there was naught she could do but let the cowgirl parade her around the ring.

It wasn't until they came closer to the center of the ring that Aisha had finally had enough of Dixie's dominance and her showboating (and had managed to shore up enough strength to make an attempt at a comeback).

Gritting her teeth, the Diva suddenly burst into motion, raising her arms to wrap them tight around the cowgirl's waist. With a bit of effort, she tried to brace her boots against the canvas and lift upwards, trying to pick Dixie up off of her feet so that she could fall back into a backdrop with her.

Dixie was showboating to the point of taunting or perhaps mocking. Not everyone of this Japanese crowd seemed to be all for that from the looks of it. It was different than in America where she had frequently gotten away with a fair bit of showboating...but here it seemed as if the crowd vaned away from her little by little.

The cowgirl would let out a sigh as she paraded around with Aisha, with her rivals face to firmly pressed up against the side of her generous rack. Walking around with her arm up into the air, she would start to wave it around. As if she was winding it up like a wind up toy. She was planning on throwing a hard punch straight to Aisha's head.

That was when she felt Aisha's arms tightly wrap around her waist and then her feet left the mat! "W-what'the!!" Dixie let out her words so fast that it seemed as if they had blended together as her frame was thrown through the air, crashing down shoulder first into the mat with a heavy thud as Aisha pulled off a beautiful backdrop suplex!

Back and forth, Aisha and Dixie kept going, and once again, it was Aisha's time to go forth. She managed to send Dixie crashing to the mat, with herself lying beside her, and the Diva knew that she had a golden opportunity here. She had caught Dixie by surprise, now she just had to capitalize on her advantage.

Aisha reached over, and took Dixie's hand in her own, before starting to climb back up to her feet. She rose up onto shaky legs, and tugged along on the Texan's hand to yank her up as well. Then, Aisha gripped Dixie's arm tightly, before trying to swing her around and whip her towards the ropes. A simple move, but if Aisha could pull off what she had planned...

Being slammed down with that powerful backdrop suplex made the ring shake, the ropes were still jumping as the 180lbs Dixie Clemets flopped down and over onto her front. She groaned out as her face was pressed against the mat. She brought her hands to the mat and started to push herself up, growling out under her breath in frustration for taking that suplex.

Aisha did help Dixie up on the way though, pulling the large blonde up towards her feet, the cowgirl was a bit too stunned to actually make much out of getting up to her feet though and for the moment was guided by Aisha. The pop Diva took this chance to send the Texan running with an Irish-whip, whipping her off towards the ropes where Dixie quickly turned around so her back hit the ropes. She bounced off of them and came running out of control straight towards the Dancin' sista no.1.

Aisha braced herself, planting her boots firmly into the mat as she watched Dixie strike the ropes and come bouncing back towards her. She had just the plan in mind to slow down the cowgirl, one that would hopefully leave the Texan reeling not just in pain but in surprise too.

When Dixie came closer to her, the Diva reached out to grab her, one hand going high for her shoulder and the other going low, between her legs to grab her thigh. The Diva's arms flexed, and using not just her own strength but Dixie's momentum as well, Aisha made an attempt to snatch Dixie up off her feet, lifting her up and spinning around before dropping her back towards the canvas with a huge powerslam!

Dixie came running right towards Aisha, out of control no less. She came in closer to Aisha, close enough that she thought that they might just end up colliding, but to her surprise in what was a move of pure skill and speed....a fair bit of precision as well from the Diva as she took a hold of the cowgirl and swung her around through the air.

The heavy frame of the muscular Texan crashed into the mat like a comet, if the ring had been earth then all life would be gone after that impact. Her arms and legs flopped upon impact as she was downed, limbs eagle spread as she groaned out after that huge powerslam. Surprised and stunned by the fact that Aisha had just hit the Three count cowgirl herself with a powermove...hell, maybe even out done her in that aspect for this match so far with that lone move.

Through groans of pain, Dixie threw on a light smile on her pained face. She was going to have to pay Aisha back for that slam.

With Dixie on the mat, spread out in that wonderful spread eagle position, Aisha jumped back to her feet and threw a tired fist into the air. She had brought the Texan down, now she just had to keep the pressure going!

The Dancin' Sista spun away from the fallen cowgirl, and rushed to the ropes, letting her own body bounce off of then just like Dixie's had done before. The difference being, of course, that Aisha had full control of herself and what she was doing. She rebounded back towards Dixie, and as she neared her fallen rival, she jumped up into the air, descending back down towards the Texan with a knee aimed straight for her smooth and bare belly!

The Texan was down on her back, hurting after that powerslam that Aisha had put her through. The Cowgirl's mind was racing with ideas of how to pay Aisha back for that though, maybe she'd upstage her with a powerslam of her own, or maybe she would hit Aisha with a chokeslam...so many thoughts. The thoughts were smacked right out of her as Aisha's knee drove down like a spear through Dixie's abs.

" Gah!" The Texan cried out in pain as her arms and legs flopped up off of the mat and air as well as a few drops of spittle flew out from her mouth. The blonde cowgirl started to cough uncontrollably from the sudden rush of air leaving her lungs.

As Dixie flopped, Aisha shifted her position. She didn't get back up after the knee, oh no. She threw herself straight down towards the cowgirl, her body covering Dixie's own larger form. She pushed down on her, reaching back with one arm to hook Dixie's leg, as her head jerked around, yelling at the referee.

"Count it, ref!"

The referee, naturally, dropped to the mat, and raised a hand to begin her counting. "One!"