Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 0:58:05 GMT -6
Clement Family Ranch, Sweetwater,Texas:
Dixie pushed her shovel into the dirt and removed her cowboy hat and wiped the sweat from her brow. Hard work. But then, to a Texan, hard work is something treasured. A challenge to be met head on. Dixie had done that when she laid out her open challenge. Daring someone, anyone, to come and try to take her Youngblood title. It hadn’t taken long for a challenger to step up. Iceman. Dixie smirked as she lifted the dirt out of the ground and tossed it aside for the moment. She thought back a couple of weeks ago to Kronin and Pugh on Chris Styles’ radio show, when they were talking about the nicknames of various wrestlers. Neither man had any idea what kind of a nickname ‘Iceman’ was supposed to be. Dixie had to agree with them there. Granted, she had heard of people who were said to have ‘ice in their veins’ meaning they didn’t panic under pressure. It had been said of Dixie in her rodeo days. She would apply it to Kronin who never seemed to panic, no matter the situation. There were others too, but Samuel Sampson was definitely NOT one of them.
Dixie shoved the shovel into the dirt again and moved some more dirt. The West Texas soil was hard and solid but it moved if one put enough muscle and backbone into it. Spring was coming and that meant going around and repairing or replacing damaged and worn out parts of the fence. Dixie couldn’t help but smirk as she continued her work on a new hole to place a new fence post in. She had lost count of how many times her and her brothers had done chores like this. How men like Samuel Sampson wouldn’t last a day as a ranch hand. When it came down to it.. he just didn’t have the gumption to cut it. As a Ranch hand or as Youngblood champion.
The Youngblood Championship. The Veterans tended to look down on it, but Dixie was proud as hell to hold it. While most could say she was facing rookies, She had a view similar to the good Padre when he was the Good Padre and her tag team partner. She was facing the people New Edge Wrestling hoped would be the stars of tomorrow. She was the one who got to test their dedication to the business, the sport, hell the life of being a wrestler in New Edge. She got to help decide who could and couldn’t hack it. First up? Samuel Sampson would be tested.
Dixie shoveled more dirt digging the hole she was digging just a little bit deeper. She was almost ready. As she dug, she listened to Kronin’s second appearance on Chris Styles’ show. She watched him do the impossible, shut Johnny Stylez up for a few seconds with a simple question:
Kronin: “If you’re sooo great. If you’re the mega star and all that that you want us to think you are, and if Inkt is such a loser, doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near the belt... why’d you help him win it?”
Johnny Stylez had a few seconds of silence before finally getting the three brain cells he hadn’t destroyed by getting high all the time up enough to give a half assed answer. Kronin, If Samuel Sampson wanted an Iceman... Her tag team partner, and fellow United member was about the closest any human was gonna come. One of the ranch hands near her looked up, hearing the radio and spit on the ground. “I reckon that Kraut has a big mouth on ‘em.”
Dixie shrugged and nodded. “He can back it up. And that kraut fought with Cody and other American troops in Afghanistan and is an American citizen and a friend of mine. Show some respect.”
The ranch hand backed off real quick. See. That was one thing often overlooked about Dixie. She grew up on a Ranch. Only other female was her mother. Dixie had used her brawling skills to beat down more than one drunken and/or frisky ranch hand. They had learned the hard way not to piss the young Texan cowgirl off. Samuel Sampson? He was about to learn that. As she dug out the last piece of dirt, she stepped back and whistled. The ranch hand who had opened his mouth grabbed a fence post and moved slowly, Dixie keeping her eyes on him in case he lost control. The man planted the post true, however and both he and Dixie drove it down and wedged it into the hole Dixie had dug. Dixie then took the shovel again and filled the hole in while the ranch hand held the post in place. One task done this week. Next task? Defend the Youngblood title. If she did, United had a chance to gain 3 title belts, providing Kronin defeated LA Kief. Youngblood, TV, Trans-Atlantic. Not bad at all for a group of ‘Curtain Jerkers and nobodies.’ Be it Al Envy, Dixie, Kronin, or Scarlet. United was full of talent that could get the job done and Dixie was damn glad to be a part of the group.
As she dusted her hands off, her cellphone rang. Seeing who it was, she waved the ranch hand on ahead and shook her gloves off, answering. “Dixie Clement here, Howdy. Uh huh. You wanna what? Whoa, slow down there, cowboy.. Alright.. alright. MAYBE you can take me out for a beer sometime, Al... and we’ll see what happens from there. Yeap.I know. I’ll be headin’ up to Pittsburgh soon here. Its an alright place, I guess. I won a rodeo outside of Pittsburgh. Barrel Racin’. What? Yessir.. I’m the best damn Barrel Racer in Texas and I got the buckles to prove it. Other events? I’ve done steer wrasslin’. Not as good as I’d like ta be there but purty damn good. I wanna do Bull Ridin’ but y’all men won’t let us ladies try it...”
Dixie listens to the reply and lets out a laugh. “I know... y’all are gentlemen. Purty damn much the last gentlemen left in the country. Alright. I’ll check in with y’all when I hit Pittsburgh.”
Dixie hangs up the phone and shakes her head. Walking over, she grabs the shovel and takes out one shovel full of dirt. She then plants the shovel in the ground and nods, looking at it. “Right. Styles Mafia? Welcome to ya’ll’s funeral. Not yet, we got time. Time to dig ya a nice proper grave and introduce y’all to the idea of a Texas Funeral. If y’all dunno what that is.. don’t worry. Y’all will learn.”
Dixie Clement turned and walked back towards the ranch house without another thought or word about the Styles Mafia. She had to worry about them, sure... but her main focus had to be on showing Samuel Sampson that he wasn’t an Iceman, nor was he Youngblood Championship material. That belt was staying with Dixie and United.