Dixie spots the fan waiting by the backstage entrance and saunters over with a confident grin. She's dressed in her signature cowgirl outfit, sporting a white, one-sleeved top and black chaps that accentuate her toned legs and her blonde hair is styled in loose waves.
"Well hot damn, look at you all fancy back here," she drawls with amusement. "I reckon you're here to meet ol' Dixie Clemets, ain't ya? I saw your name on the VIP list. What brings y'all out here today?"
She winks suggestively and leans in closer to the fan. "Don't tell me you've got some secret cowboy fantasies you want me to fulfill," Dixie teases playfully. "Or maybe you just wanna chat about my last match? It was a doozy if I do say so myself."
Her expression softens slightly as she locks eyes with the fan, genuinely curious. "Anyway, enough about me. What's your name, sugar?"
My name is shadoe
Dixie's blue eyes sparkle with genuine interest as she listens to Shadoe introduce herself. "Now ain't that a pretty name?" she muses thoughtfully. "Shadoe... it has a real nice ring to it. Like a heroine from one of them dime novels me and Kamikaze used to read when we were kids." A fond smile tugs at her lips as she imagines the memory, then shakes her head slightly, bringing herself back to the present. "So, Shadoe. Tell me what you think of this here tournament. Is there anyone special you're rooting for?"
Shadoe well actually the tournament could be more sexual and I'm looking at the lady I'm cheering for
Dixie's eyes widen in surprise at Shadoe's request, a flush creeping up onto her cheeks. She glances around, making sure no one else is within earshot before leaning in closer and lowering her voice. "Well now, if you're talkin' about that kinda thing..." She pauses dramatically, tilting her head and grinning suggestively. "I reckon I can accommodate ya, sugar. Just remember, I might have some moves that'll leave ya breathless!"
She winks playfully, hoping she didn't make things too uncomfortable with her teasing. Then again, she thinks with a chuckle, it's not like this fan won't get their money's worth when they watch tonight's match against Aisha...
Shadoe could feel his 31 inch thick hard cock pitching a tent in his jeans
As if on cue, Dixie feels a twinge of desire well up inside her. Her gaze flickers to the bulge visible in Shadoe's jeans and she bites her lip thoughtfully. With a mischievous smile, she leans even closer, whispering huskily, "Maybe after the show, we could find somewhere private where you could, ah... relieve some of that pressure?" She lets out a low laugh, enjoying the growing heat between them. "Just don't tell the others I let you get away with anything like that, you hear? They'd give me such a hard time..."
Shadoe my lips are sealed dixie but you better get ready for aisha ill see you and that sexy texan ass later as he smacks it
"Oh darlin', you have no idea how much I love hearin' those words," Dixie murmurs, grinning wolfishly at the mention of her ass. She reaches out and squeezes Shadoe's arm reassuringly before taking a step back, adjusting her gloves self-consciously. "Well, don't forget to cheer extra loud when I take Aisha down! I'll be looking for your face in the crowd tonight." As the arena begins to fill up with fans, she turns to leave, giving Shadoe one last wink over her shoulder. "See you on the mat!"
Shadoe goes to his seat front row cheering dixie on
Hearing Shadoe's voice echo through the arena sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She savors the sound, basking in the adoration from her fans, even though she knows that her rival Aisha is likely waiting just offstage, plotting some scheme to trip her up and claim the title for herself. With a resolute nod, Dixie takes a deep breath and steps forward, strutting confidently toward the center of the ring as the familiar introduction music begins to play.