Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 14:39:53 GMT -6
“Naw, that’s all wrong do it again and this time, use your hips. It’s called a hip toss for a reason.. if you keep puttin’ all the pressure on your arm you’ll rip that damn shoulder of yours apart and that could be that for your career.”
Dixie said as she stood in the ring in the training school that she and Al Envy co-owned, operated and which Dixie had been spending most of her time off, training for and scouting talent for New Edge Wrestling. When Kronin and Jesse had first asked her to take some time off to handle training and scouting, she had, in truth, been disappointed. After she was a young wrestler herself, her career had been taking off. She was still the longest reigning Youngblood champion in New Edge Wrestling history. She was, as a matter of fact, the last person to ever hold that belt. She was a former Trans-Atlantic Champion. She had been to the dance. She had been within striking distance of the World Title. And she wasn’t even 25 years old yet.
However, she eventually went for the assignment because it gave her a chance to do something she loved, wrestle every day, and it gave her the chance to help teach the new up and coming wrestlers how to do things the right way and the fact that she was being entrusted to scout talent for New Edge? That opened a lot of doors for Dixie, not that she needed them of course. She came from a very rich and powerful family that had owned their cattle ranch and connected slaughterhouses and beef companies, the Clements being ranchers all the way back to when Texas was still part of Mexico. Members of her family had fought at the Alamo, had fought in Texas’ war for Independence, The Civil War, Both World Wars, Vietnam, and, more recently, her brothers had fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. Dixie herself had followed the family tradition of public service as the Cheerleader and Softball All-American from the University of Texas had graduated with degrees in Criminal Justice and had worked her way into the Texas Rangers, the Law Enforcement agency, not to be confused with the baseball team. Still, the Clements had strong work ethic. Dixie, like the rest of her family, was not content to sit back and rest on her wealth and privilege. She wanted to make her own way in the world, do her part to add to her family’s legacy.
That path had eventually led her to New Edge and now, her assignment of training and scouting was going well. So well in fact, it had been a surprise to Dixie when she listened in on the New Edge Radio show featuring the draft for Ignite and Lights Out and heard her name called as being drafted as a wrestler for Ignite. That had set things in motion. Once she had heard that, she began training, herself, to get back into shape for her return to the ring and preparing to ensure she was ready for her return to the ring.
It was near the end of one of her training sessions, that she was surprised to see Father Nathan walk into the school/training facility. Dixie stood up and smirked, shaking her head. “Well there he is, the World Champ himself, and the first in a while to actually hold onto the damned thing after winning it. Howdy Padre. What brings you this way?”
Nathan shrugged. “Oh we have a couple agents in New Edge, one of them is from Texas so figured I’d swing by here on my way back to Chicago. Specially since I hear you’re gearing up for a return to the ring.”
Dixie smiles. “Bout damn time too. Dun get me wrong, I liked training and scoutin’ jus’ fine but I’m a fighter. My career ain’t over yet.”
Nathan looks around and sighs. “You still planning on running with Al when you get back?”
Dixie’s face immediately soured and she shook her head. “Ain’t none of yer damn business, Padre all due respect. You and Al is between you and Al. Y’all both damn good friends of mine and I ain’t choosin’ sides ‘less one or both of y’all is dumb enough to force me to.”
Nathan raised his hands up in a surrender gesture and nodded. “Whoa, lass. I’m not tryin’ to do that, jus’ sayin’ I know how ya feel about him and I was concerned about how ya might feel about him takin’ up with Shelby.”
Dixie shrugged. “Ain’t my business what Al does in his private times. As long and he can get shit done in the ring and keep up his end as my tag team partner, everything’s fine. He wants Shelby over someone else, that’s his call.”
Nathan nods. “I get that, As I said, I was just concerned. Dinnae know if it bothered you or anything, especially since you might have to face Al for the TA title.”
Dixie blinked and looked at Nathan. “Whoa… back up there, Padre.. my first match back and it’s a TA title match against Al?”
Nathan shakes his head. “Nikita Romanova. Russian girl that seems to want the TA belt. Winner of you two gains a TA title shot.”
Dixie narrowed her eyes. “Aww sheeit.. Yeah I saw her flappin’ her gums on the pay per view. She thinks because she can sneak in and crack a man with a light tube she’s a wrestler? I got news for that lil’ commie bitch… I’m bout to remind her why America beat the shit outta Russia in the Cold War.. Know anything about her, other than she’s Russian, about as green as goose shit and wouldn’t know wrasslin’ if her life depended on it?”
Nathan nods. “She did an interview at a charity event. Got on my bad side too with it.. I’ve been pushing the new talent and the New Guard as I like to call it, but Nikita… I’m going to have to try and talk to her about a few things… hopefully Tegan and Sasha, her allies can help me on that.”
Dixie shakes her head. “No need to worry padre, I’ll help you.. when that commie bitch gets a taste of Texas Justice and I leave her ass unconscious in that ring, she’ll learn her place real damn quick. She’ll also learn to think twice before messin’ with Texas. Matter of fact, I already got an idea on a little special something for her. Though first, I got my daily lesson to teach.” She says as she turns and climbs back into the ring, pointing at one of the students, a male. “You there, your turn.” The man gets into the ring with an arrogant smirk on his face and shakes his head. “Why do we have to work so hard at this again? I mean everyone knows wrestling is fake.” Dixie just smirks as she moves as if to lock up with the man and then boots in the gut and spins around, nailing him with a perfectly executed discus elbow smash, sending the man to the mat out cold and Dixie smirks again, shaking her head. “That feel fake?” Turning to Nathan Dixie points to the downed man. “And that’s all I need Padre. One shot and the match is over. My Texas Justice can crack even a Ruskies skull open like a damn melon.”
Dixie finished up her lessons for the day and said her goodbyes to Nathan enjoying catching up with one of her friends again and then headed out to her next destination.
A couple hours later, Dixie is standing in front of the Alamo as the cameras come on and Dixie smirks tipping her cowboy hat. “Howdy Y’all. Greetings and salutations from the Best Damn State in the Country, Texas. Most AMERICANS know the structure behind me, lil ol’ place called the Alamo. This right here is a symbol of the fightin’ spirit of Americans in general and Texans more specifically. You see my dumb Russian friend, you done went and made one hell of a mistake. You went and pissed me the hell off. Since y’all obviously dunno who the hell I am, perhaps I should introduce myself proper. My name is Danielle ‘Dixie’ Clement. See, Dixie is a nickname, One that I happen to take pride in. I also hold the record as the longest reigning Youngblood Champion in New Edge History. I’m a former TA champion. Yeah, you done heard me. That fancy belt you think you can take from my good friend and tag team pardner, Al Envy, I’ve had it already. And while you think ambushin’ a guy that’s already fought a match and hittin’ him with a damn light tube makes you some kinda big bad ass that deserves a title shot, I beg to differ. I think it makes you a damn coward. But then you’re also a Russian, which means I shouldn’t be surprised you’re a damn coward. Now, we already know you ain’t got no wrasslin’ skills so I won’t waste my damn time continuing to point out how I beat ya there, especially since two of my main mentors, happen to be the two top champions in New Edge Wrestlin’ Al Envy and Padre Nathan.. but On the toughness scale...shit honey you really dun know what you gone and got yourself into. I’ve fought in a Texas Death Match and won it, with a broken left hand. Now since your uneducated Russian ass prolly doesn’t even know enough about the wrestlin’ business to know what that is, lemme break it down for you. See, a Texas Death Match works like a normal match… until a pinfall or submission is scored. Then your opponent must also be unable to answer a 10 count. Match can end anywhere and anything goes. These matches can go for hours and shorten or end careers. My opponent in that match? He ain’t wrestlin anymore.
For an encore, a week later, still with a damn broken left hand, I won a Taipei Death match. No matter how you slice it, you blonde Russian bimbo, I’m just better than you and come Ignite, you’re gonna learn your damn place jus’ like that Sasha Foote loudmouth is learnin’ her place.. as for your threat of beatin’ me and dyin’ my hair blonde and forcin’ me to join your lil’ group? Cute idea, but you wouldn’t like my conditions on what’ll happen when I whip your ass like a government mule and we all know Russians never honor their word anyways, got no damn honor., so for now, we’ll just settle for this..”
Dixie briefly walks off camera and returns holding an American flag, gripping the pole and holding it up a bit. “One more time America is gonna kick Russia’s ass. Just like we did in the Cold War. Just like we did for the Miracle on Ice. Hell y’all couldn’t even win a damn war in Afghanistan and we managed to win there. Enjoy your last few days of dreaming of a TA title match with Al Envy, cause come Ignite, I’m gonna stick my boot so far up your damn ass you’ll be tasting genuine made in America leather for a month.”
The camera goes black and Dixie heads to her pickup truck, carefully packing up her flag as she prepares to leave for Chicago. It was time to get on the road and once she got to Chicago, it would be time to continue her training. She had an arrogant Russian to teach a lesson to come Ignite.
Dixie said as she stood in the ring in the training school that she and Al Envy co-owned, operated and which Dixie had been spending most of her time off, training for and scouting talent for New Edge Wrestling. When Kronin and Jesse had first asked her to take some time off to handle training and scouting, she had, in truth, been disappointed. After she was a young wrestler herself, her career had been taking off. She was still the longest reigning Youngblood champion in New Edge Wrestling history. She was, as a matter of fact, the last person to ever hold that belt. She was a former Trans-Atlantic Champion. She had been to the dance. She had been within striking distance of the World Title. And she wasn’t even 25 years old yet.
However, she eventually went for the assignment because it gave her a chance to do something she loved, wrestle every day, and it gave her the chance to help teach the new up and coming wrestlers how to do things the right way and the fact that she was being entrusted to scout talent for New Edge? That opened a lot of doors for Dixie, not that she needed them of course. She came from a very rich and powerful family that had owned their cattle ranch and connected slaughterhouses and beef companies, the Clements being ranchers all the way back to when Texas was still part of Mexico. Members of her family had fought at the Alamo, had fought in Texas’ war for Independence, The Civil War, Both World Wars, Vietnam, and, more recently, her brothers had fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. Dixie herself had followed the family tradition of public service as the Cheerleader and Softball All-American from the University of Texas had graduated with degrees in Criminal Justice and had worked her way into the Texas Rangers, the Law Enforcement agency, not to be confused with the baseball team. Still, the Clements had strong work ethic. Dixie, like the rest of her family, was not content to sit back and rest on her wealth and privilege. She wanted to make her own way in the world, do her part to add to her family’s legacy.
That path had eventually led her to New Edge and now, her assignment of training and scouting was going well. So well in fact, it had been a surprise to Dixie when she listened in on the New Edge Radio show featuring the draft for Ignite and Lights Out and heard her name called as being drafted as a wrestler for Ignite. That had set things in motion. Once she had heard that, she began training, herself, to get back into shape for her return to the ring and preparing to ensure she was ready for her return to the ring.
It was near the end of one of her training sessions, that she was surprised to see Father Nathan walk into the school/training facility. Dixie stood up and smirked, shaking her head. “Well there he is, the World Champ himself, and the first in a while to actually hold onto the damned thing after winning it. Howdy Padre. What brings you this way?”
Nathan shrugged. “Oh we have a couple agents in New Edge, one of them is from Texas so figured I’d swing by here on my way back to Chicago. Specially since I hear you’re gearing up for a return to the ring.”
Dixie smiles. “Bout damn time too. Dun get me wrong, I liked training and scoutin’ jus’ fine but I’m a fighter. My career ain’t over yet.”
Nathan looks around and sighs. “You still planning on running with Al when you get back?”
Dixie’s face immediately soured and she shook her head. “Ain’t none of yer damn business, Padre all due respect. You and Al is between you and Al. Y’all both damn good friends of mine and I ain’t choosin’ sides ‘less one or both of y’all is dumb enough to force me to.”
Nathan raised his hands up in a surrender gesture and nodded. “Whoa, lass. I’m not tryin’ to do that, jus’ sayin’ I know how ya feel about him and I was concerned about how ya might feel about him takin’ up with Shelby.”
Dixie shrugged. “Ain’t my business what Al does in his private times. As long and he can get shit done in the ring and keep up his end as my tag team partner, everything’s fine. He wants Shelby over someone else, that’s his call.”
Nathan nods. “I get that, As I said, I was just concerned. Dinnae know if it bothered you or anything, especially since you might have to face Al for the TA title.”
Dixie blinked and looked at Nathan. “Whoa… back up there, Padre.. my first match back and it’s a TA title match against Al?”
Nathan shakes his head. “Nikita Romanova. Russian girl that seems to want the TA belt. Winner of you two gains a TA title shot.”
Dixie narrowed her eyes. “Aww sheeit.. Yeah I saw her flappin’ her gums on the pay per view. She thinks because she can sneak in and crack a man with a light tube she’s a wrestler? I got news for that lil’ commie bitch… I’m bout to remind her why America beat the shit outta Russia in the Cold War.. Know anything about her, other than she’s Russian, about as green as goose shit and wouldn’t know wrasslin’ if her life depended on it?”
Nathan nods. “She did an interview at a charity event. Got on my bad side too with it.. I’ve been pushing the new talent and the New Guard as I like to call it, but Nikita… I’m going to have to try and talk to her about a few things… hopefully Tegan and Sasha, her allies can help me on that.”
Dixie shakes her head. “No need to worry padre, I’ll help you.. when that commie bitch gets a taste of Texas Justice and I leave her ass unconscious in that ring, she’ll learn her place real damn quick. She’ll also learn to think twice before messin’ with Texas. Matter of fact, I already got an idea on a little special something for her. Though first, I got my daily lesson to teach.” She says as she turns and climbs back into the ring, pointing at one of the students, a male. “You there, your turn.” The man gets into the ring with an arrogant smirk on his face and shakes his head. “Why do we have to work so hard at this again? I mean everyone knows wrestling is fake.” Dixie just smirks as she moves as if to lock up with the man and then boots in the gut and spins around, nailing him with a perfectly executed discus elbow smash, sending the man to the mat out cold and Dixie smirks again, shaking her head. “That feel fake?” Turning to Nathan Dixie points to the downed man. “And that’s all I need Padre. One shot and the match is over. My Texas Justice can crack even a Ruskies skull open like a damn melon.”
Dixie finished up her lessons for the day and said her goodbyes to Nathan enjoying catching up with one of her friends again and then headed out to her next destination.
A couple hours later, Dixie is standing in front of the Alamo as the cameras come on and Dixie smirks tipping her cowboy hat. “Howdy Y’all. Greetings and salutations from the Best Damn State in the Country, Texas. Most AMERICANS know the structure behind me, lil ol’ place called the Alamo. This right here is a symbol of the fightin’ spirit of Americans in general and Texans more specifically. You see my dumb Russian friend, you done went and made one hell of a mistake. You went and pissed me the hell off. Since y’all obviously dunno who the hell I am, perhaps I should introduce myself proper. My name is Danielle ‘Dixie’ Clement. See, Dixie is a nickname, One that I happen to take pride in. I also hold the record as the longest reigning Youngblood Champion in New Edge History. I’m a former TA champion. Yeah, you done heard me. That fancy belt you think you can take from my good friend and tag team pardner, Al Envy, I’ve had it already. And while you think ambushin’ a guy that’s already fought a match and hittin’ him with a damn light tube makes you some kinda big bad ass that deserves a title shot, I beg to differ. I think it makes you a damn coward. But then you’re also a Russian, which means I shouldn’t be surprised you’re a damn coward. Now, we already know you ain’t got no wrasslin’ skills so I won’t waste my damn time continuing to point out how I beat ya there, especially since two of my main mentors, happen to be the two top champions in New Edge Wrestlin’ Al Envy and Padre Nathan.. but On the toughness scale...shit honey you really dun know what you gone and got yourself into. I’ve fought in a Texas Death Match and won it, with a broken left hand. Now since your uneducated Russian ass prolly doesn’t even know enough about the wrestlin’ business to know what that is, lemme break it down for you. See, a Texas Death Match works like a normal match… until a pinfall or submission is scored. Then your opponent must also be unable to answer a 10 count. Match can end anywhere and anything goes. These matches can go for hours and shorten or end careers. My opponent in that match? He ain’t wrestlin anymore.
For an encore, a week later, still with a damn broken left hand, I won a Taipei Death match. No matter how you slice it, you blonde Russian bimbo, I’m just better than you and come Ignite, you’re gonna learn your damn place jus’ like that Sasha Foote loudmouth is learnin’ her place.. as for your threat of beatin’ me and dyin’ my hair blonde and forcin’ me to join your lil’ group? Cute idea, but you wouldn’t like my conditions on what’ll happen when I whip your ass like a government mule and we all know Russians never honor their word anyways, got no damn honor., so for now, we’ll just settle for this..”
Dixie briefly walks off camera and returns holding an American flag, gripping the pole and holding it up a bit. “One more time America is gonna kick Russia’s ass. Just like we did in the Cold War. Just like we did for the Miracle on Ice. Hell y’all couldn’t even win a damn war in Afghanistan and we managed to win there. Enjoy your last few days of dreaming of a TA title match with Al Envy, cause come Ignite, I’m gonna stick my boot so far up your damn ass you’ll be tasting genuine made in America leather for a month.”
The camera goes black and Dixie heads to her pickup truck, carefully packing up her flag as she prepares to leave for Chicago. It was time to get on the road and once she got to Chicago, it would be time to continue her training. She had an arrogant Russian to teach a lesson to come Ignite.