Post by Dixie Wrecks on Mar 4, 2024 1:43:42 GMT
All of the media were there. Small and great. Known and unknown. For what they did not know. Money had been spent to make their bosses send them to Oklahoma City, Oklahomaâs city hall, but the âwhoâ was left unanswered.
Until âBoot, Scoot, Boogieâ by Brooks and Dunn was heard in the distance. Heads and eyes turned that way, seeing a long, stylish pink limousine pulling up. When it came to a stop, the driver hurriedly went to the door and opened it, while the multitude of media surrounded them, bulbs flashing and cameras recording.
âTA-DA!â Squealed the woman stepping out of the limo. She was tall and strong-framed and bore a fur coat made from the finest clubbed baby seals. Her legs were fitted with skin-tight denim jeans adorned with pretty rhinestones laced around the pockets.
âIâm here, yâall! Feast donât famine! Gobble me up, mmmhhhmmm!â She quipped in a sugary sweet southern accent while shifting her stylish dollar-sign-themed sunshades from her eyes to the top of her head. The lady made a rally on me gesture and pointed toward the podium atop the steps of city hall. The assembly of media followed her, doing their duty with snapshots plenty despite not knowing who the hell she was.
Once at the podium, the previous murmuring among the throng ceased and they prepared their equipment again and produced notepads for note-taking.
âMy fellow Americans.â She started, then giggled. âSorry, I always wanted to say that.â She flashed a cute little smile then shuffled some paper on the podium - her speech sheâd prepped. The masses gave her a chuckle in reply.
âLetâs get to the meat-and-taters here. My name is Dixie Wrecks. Say it real fast, yâall. Ha. Itâs not my real name, well, partly it is cause Dixie is my real name, but the other part isnât. I threw that ring name together for shits-n-giggles but also cause Iâm gonna make all the dicks erect when I trot down to that there ring and open a good ole fashioned passionate ass whoopinâ on someone.â
Hands flew up. They already had questions.
âNow, now. Hold yâall asses for a spell. I ainât finished. Iâm Dixie. I loved watchinâ rasslinâ on mah TV but I knew I never was gonna be a rassler 'cause I grew up poor in De Queen, Arkansas. I ainât got but a 7th-grade education too, so thereâs that. But, bout a year ago give or take, I won the lottery. Yes siree bob, sure did. One of the biggest in history. I used it to take care of my kin and put all my friends up in better conditions, but I had plenty left over for a hunnid lifetimes. So I said fuck it, yolo, and went all-in learning to become a rassler. The folks that learnt me how to rassle put me in touch with the kind folks at Imperial Wrestling Federation, and now here I am.â
The rich Country Cutie stretched her arms out, soaking up the flood of flashbulbs.
âNow, I signed up for the Sacrifice brand since itâs fitting. They gonna be sacrificing fools to me every show. But the powers-that-be were so impressed by the work I did in development that they done went and booked me for the Odessy show right down yonder at the Paycom arena place. Me and Jason Hathaway gonna be makinâ our TV debuts there. Heâs gonna put a beatdown on El Grande Something-or-another, and Iâm gonna be throwing down with a stud named Billie Parris.â
She paused a beat and scratched her chin.
âI ainât know they were gonna throw me in there with a guy, but imma make good on it anyway. Itâll be tough for sure, but I got brudders and we used to fight all the time. I even dropped a few fellas on their asses growing up when they got too wordy with me or my folks. So, Billie, if youâre hearing this, donât think just âcause youâre a guy you can just roll over me. I ainât that bitch.â She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Dixie flipped the page and continued reading.
âBillie, brudder, I like the name but ya gotta do better. I ainât never heard of anyone growin up in rassling their entire life and then becoming one only only to lose all the time. How the hell was your mom a legend in rasslinâ but you been put on curtain-jerkinâ duty all the time? Did your mom have a feud with a voodoo witch woman who cursed all her offspring? Inquiring minds want to know.â
The Rhinestone Cowgirl shook her head.
âItâs a shame. You and I got the same kinda thing going. It was a dream for you to become a rassler like it was mine. The difference is, that you had an easy in and fumbled it. I ainât have shit except a winning lotto ticket - just pure damn luck. And that is whatâs gonna separate us when the bell rings. You have family in this business to fall back on no matter how far you fall. I donât. Itâs sink or swim for me, sugar. You want to win. I HAVE to win. And I ainât planning on drowning.â
She shuffled the papers again and shrugged.
âWell, damn. Felt like I had a lot more on here but I guess I sped through that. I ainât never held a presser before so I guess Iâm supposed to answer questions now. So, fire away.â
Hands galore shot up. Many voices. Many shouts. It made Dixie lean back a moment before collecting herself. From there she began answering questions.
End of RP -