The Bunny and the Cowgirl

Bunny glanced up at the clock and sighed with an annoyed grunt. She had been waiting backstage for quite some time, standing in one of the practice rings they kept backstage for sparring and training. She had sent out several invitations to different members of the Friction roster, wanting to meet them in private matches. This served a dual role for Bunny: She wanted to test herself against as many fighters as she could here, trying to find where she ranked against them, as well as send a personal warning message to anyone who thought the former model would be a pushover. After all, anyone with a body like hers and an outfit like the one she usually wore would find herself fighting an uphill battle for respect, and she wanted to make sure everyone knew just who she was.

She looked up at the clock again and sighed. Her first invitee was running late, it seemed, and Bunny was starting to get annoyed.

Dixie rounded the corner and proceeded into the sparring area, towel draped over her shoulders. "Sorry ah'm late..." she called as she neared, "ah got a lil' delayed." She took a moment to set her towel and cowgirl hat down on a bench near the ring before hopping onto the apron and climbing through the ropes. "Ah'm ready when y'all is." Dixie announced to Bunny, rolling her shoulders and throwing a few warm up hooks, looking her foe up and down, finding her outfit to be somewhat.... interesting.

Bunny slowly looked up Dixie as well as she climbed into the ring, her eyes tracing her strong body from head to toe. "No problem, you're not that late...besides, I should be glad the great Dixie Clemets even accepted my invitation. After all, such a well known star wasting their time with a lowly newcomer like me...?"

Bunny then grinned, noting Dixie's curious look at her attire. "Something wrong? You seem kind of surprised."

"Well we all have ta staht sumwhere, dear. Even stahs staht at the very bottum, right?" Dixie smiled and then answered the bunny girl, "No, nuthin wrong. Ah just never imagined that since ah nevuh went ta vegas that it would come ta me." she giggled and stetched some, "Say when." she invited, getting into a ready position and watching the bunny girl carefully...

Bunny just smiled at Dixie's words, taking a step forward, raising her arms upwards in an invitation to lock up. "Oh, I'm quite ready whenever you are.."

Again Dixie readily accepted the invitation and came closer, locking up with the bunny girl. From the lock up, the cowgirl would attempt to start walking her foe backwards, attempting to overpower her to test the bunny's strength...

Dixie would find that Bunny hid a fair bit of strength behind her, not as much as the cowgirl, of course, but still a good amount, and she would push right back against Dixie, though she would end up being pushed straight back by her, digging her feet in to try and slow Dixie down while she waited to see what the cowgirl tried next.

Dixie strained and was surprised at the amount of resistance she was getting from the bunny girl. She half expected someone looking like bunny to be something of a pushover but she was getting proven wrong here. She tried harder, and slowly pushed her foe back slowly. Now that Dixie knew she was stronger, at least at this point, she would try to free an arm and shoot it between the bunny's legs, attempting to scoop her up and body slam her...

Bunny had her thoughts too wrapped up in trying to push back against Dixie, in trying to mistakenly match strength with her. Therefore, when Dixie went to lift her up, the former model wouldn't be expecting it, giving a wary cry right before she was nailed by the body slam.

"Arggn!" She cried out, hitting the mat hard, her eyes widening from the impact of the powerful blonde's attack.

Given it was a spar and her opponent was a newbie to the roster, Dixie didn't keep on her once she was down. Instead, Dixie smiled and took a few steps back to let Bunny recover and get back up, however, Dixie wasn't going to offer too many of these chances at rest. She would wait for her opponent to get back to her feet and then she would charge in, preparing to level her with a hard clothesline right to her adversary's large breasts...