"I Quit" Match - Dixie Dion vs. Brigitte Hargrove [D]

[HotWheels]

"I Quit"
The winner must force her opponent to verbally submit with the words "I quit" spoken into a live mic.

Brigitte would hate to tell the moron who had "warned" her that her first night, first bout, that her "nerves" would get the best of her once she felt the atmosphere and saw the crowd had been entirely wrong. Brigitte merely appreciated just how much she belonged in a place as enthusiastic about violence as she herself was. Intimidation conquered lesser women, not her.

She didn't need a crowd, but she still accepted their worship as she strutted out of guerrilla and onto the stage, "Judas" pounding through the speakers. She posed from the front, one long leg outstreched then whirled to give them the rear view, peeping back over her shoulder like a lover ready to be taken. Squeezing out some poor strumpet backstage for no crowd short of a fortunate Peeping Tom would have satisfied her just fine, no fanfare needed. But she had always held the belief that if they paid and promoted her for squeezing out whatever strumpet they placed in front of her, like Dixie Dion, she would never utter a peep of complaint.

Spoiler

The hands reaching out for her as she purposefully marched down the ramp- now those, she would happily complain about. A few too many sweaty, unwashed hands for her taste, and she made sure to weave between them, some small disgust leveled on those whose hands brushed too close to her arms, her hips, her chest, her ass. They should be so lucky. Brigitte even gestured for one to move back as she rounded the corner. He was getting in the way of her trip to the stairs.

Delicate steps carried her up, and she, content to torture them with what they couldn't have, threw her head and shoulders back and kicked her leg high to pose beside the ropes. But the show ended shortly after. Brigitte, in the ring, went straight to some practiced stretching, limbering up her lean muscles to better prep them for torturing the woman they planned to feed to her - in an "I Quit" match no less. Intimidated by that? Not in the slightest.

They knew the kind of violence she liked.

[APlaying]

After a day of work, the big girl was very happy with her performance lately, she was starting to feel like a fulfilled woman having a successful day. Also lately she had had to face very interesting girls, her career as a professional wrestler was already starting to take a direction, she heard that today she would face a debutant in LAW, something that drew a smile on her face, she was very happy to receive someone new, especially if it was someone pretty.

Later on arriving backstage, she would see the entrance of her opponent for today through the monitor, the type of match she would have today was more exciting than usual, as it meant she could use her full arsenal until her opponent verbally surrendered. The thought of subduing the debutante in multiple ways between her curves simply added to the excitement.

Spoiler

Dixie descended down the entrance ramp to the applause of her fans, waving her hand as she walked down the aisle with her hips shaking with every step. A few whistles erupted from the crowd at the sight of her voluptuous figure, and she was eager to play with them, winking and blowing kisses. Soon she reached the ring, where she climbed up to take her place and leaned her back against the turnbuckles in one of the corners, now that she could see Brigitte up close, her excitement was only growing to such an extent that she simply couldn't wait to approach her slowly, until they were both face to face. Suddenly, Dixie put her hands on Brigitte's cheeks and gently caressed them “Aaaw, you're sweeter in person, you make me want to kiss you, I can't.”

[HotWheels]

Brigitte continued to work her muscles, a foot poised so high on the turnbuckle that she could have reached out and tapped it with her chin, but her eyes studied the approaching Dixie while her mind analyzed. Thick-framed. Dangerous on the floor, no doubt. Dangerous on top. She wouldn't be flying for any reason other than irony, so Brigitte could mark that advantage. Brigitte was undoubtedly faster, more athletic, suited to drive the pace, to tire Dixie out.

But all that only mattered for her initial approach. Ultimately, as long as she made no blatant mistakes, she approached every matchup knowing that she had a clear path to victory. Why? Without the head, the body, whatever its shape, size, gifts, would crumble. And Brigitte would dare the league to find another fighter who could dream of matching her ability to debilitate the head. Dixie likely had nearly a hundred pounds on her. That mattered little after she had squeezed the woman's head almost free from that thick body.

Energized by the idea, Brigitte soaked in a satisfied breath and whirled to meet Dixie in the middle of the ring, pulling her sleeves more securely into place as she did. The smugness that carried to her delicate features could have powered the arena lights itself; the height difference didn't bother her in the slightest.

The hands on her face? Those did. She swatted them away as quickly as they appeared on each cheek. What a fool. "Save your kisses for the nurse," she hissed, her voice posh enough to summon its own butler. "You'll find her less bitter, you yokel."

[APlaying]

While the girl was a newcomer to the circuit, it was also noticeable that Dixie outweighed her in size. Her arrogant attitude and the way she expressed her clear displeasure only made her more irresistible to someone like Dixie. The big girl could only imagine multiple ways in which she could soften this girl's body and spirit, and the format of today's match is more than perfect to test that strong aptitude.... Let's see if I can make her submissive. "Hehe, I like that aptitude. I hope you can maintain it." She said as the referee came over to separate both girls.

Dixie walked away at a slow pace and after a second, began to walk around the ring with her hips shaking with each step. Waiting for the bell to ring to get things started. The big woman didn't take her eyes off the smaller woman, she was very excited to see what her first move would be.

As soon as the bell rang, Dixie simply held her position, she was in no hurry to take the initiative. First she wanted to see what her smaller opponent was capable of.

[HotWheels]

Psh. Yokel indeed. The playful warmth, Brigitte wanted to shove down her throat. Maybe she would shove her boot down before the match ended instead. The very thought saw a satisfied smile creep across her face. She would certainly make a fine first impression breaking the woman down to that degree, but she would accept anything that had her wailing that she quit in the most pitiful, helpless way the Brit could compel from that sorry little mouth. The beauty let her keep the last word, merely flicking a misplaced curl of blank hair dismissively at her as she strolled away.

"You had best hope you're still conscious by the end, dear fool," she muttered to herself, taking a few strides back to the ropes to dip low, stretch high, and brush all of her hair back over her shoulders in a display that sent admiring cries up at her from the front row. "Marry me, Brigitte!" She rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Please." One marriage was one too many.

The bell spared her from more cat calls, and she rolled her shoulders and took a long glance at the woman half a ring away from her, raising her hands into the wide, parry-ready stance expected of her discipline. But Dixie didn't come. A big brute like that, patiently waiting? That was a surprise. Brigitte liked her own surprises.

She launched forward. A head-on assault? Brutish, foolish. She ducked back just before she reached grappling range with Dixie, sidestepped, and swung a boot high at the woman's ear. A blow to disorient, not topple.

[APlaying]

Dixie had some experience in sports like boxing, where sometimes you had to follow your opponent to cause as much damage as possible. But Dixie is not one to follow her opponents, she only runs when she sees it necessary to sink her opponents between her curves. So she was in no hurry to start, just to see what Brigitte had to offer, and her opponent was impatient to show initiative.

Brigitte would quickly launch herself at Dixie, while the big girl simply remained calm as she watched the girl quickly approach her. As soon as she noticed Brigitte's feint, Dixie clearly saw her intention and raised one of her arms, placing her hand next to her face to contain the kick. The big girl had to admit that the girl hit hard, but she remained unperturbed by her onslaught.

At this moment Dixie took the opportunity to quickly catch Brigitte's leg, keeping her sprawled in the air, Dixie's smile became more pronounced now that she could knock Brigitte off balance, and she took her chance to do so! Dixie crossed one of her legs to the back of Brigitte's leg, and released one of her hands to push her down to the canvas, while keeping hold of the other leg with her other arm.