Blacksmith and The Roses: The Cowgirl

The Blacksmith and the Roses

Chapter 2: The Three-Count Cowgirl



A little while after Miss Hinomoto left the room, I went to the bathroom before the next wrestler would come. While sitting on the stall, I heard two men, probably young adults, talking about the wrestlers.

“So, who are you rooting for?”

“I’d say the cowgirl. She looks pretty strong and the curves on her are just amazing.”

“I know, right? What I would give to go out with her.”

“Not a chance. Probably in your sleep, but no way she’d hook up with you.”

“Come on. I’m convinced she would.”

“Tell you what. If we see her, you can ask her out yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll prove it to you.”

“Come on, dude. She’s a famous wrestler. I doubt she’s got time to deal with us.”

I heard them talking with each other as they walked out the door. After finishing up and washing my hands, I headed back to the interview room. On the way back, I decided to look around the halls. They were…honestly, pretty dull. There didn’t appear to be security guards and there were just posters showing Ms. Hinomoto in a choke hold by a beautiful blonde-haired woman. Considering the men that were talking in the bathroom, I’d expect to see at least a few guards or something. Anyway, I returned to the room, and after a few minutes, I heard a faint ringing in my ear. I at first thought I’ve finally lost it, but then I saw the blonde woman from the poster enter the room. I could tell just from her appearance that she was a southern belle. Along with her beautiful blonde hair, she had striking blue eyes, was very tall, and had a muscular physique, mainly her abs, thighs and biceps. She wore a shoulder-lacking low-cut top, with a wide-open front, obviously to show her midriff and cleavage, wearing a gold star marshal’s badge over her left breast and a white choker with a small cowbell around her neck. She wore wide-legged chaps, complete with cow style spots that were fixed to a belt around her waist, with white knee-pads, decorative white cowboy boots, white bikini bottoms, and MMA-style gloves. It’s hard to explain, but I also smelled a bit of lemon zest with a hint of jasmine. I got up and walked to her as she entered.

“Howdy, darling’”, she said in a southern accent.

“Hello, miss. Who might you be?”

“The name’s Dixie Clemets. And you?”

“Jack. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Clemets.” I held out my hand to give her a handshake, and she accepted it, giving a firm grip.

“Glad to see those muscles aren’t for show.”

“Got that right, sugar. I’ve been trainin’ for years.”

“Great. Let’s get started, shall we?”

After sitting down, I got out my notepad and a mechanical pencil.

“Well, Ms. Clemets, let’s start from the beginning.”

“Well, I was born in San Antonio, Texas and lived with my mama, daddy and three brothers. My daddy has been a famous rancher for almost 30 years. I actually grew up helping out at the ranch with my brothers.”

“That must’ve been rough.”

“Yeah, it was at first, but I got used to it pretty quick. Hell, my outfit even has my family’s branding symbol.” She got up and turned her back to show me. “Impressive,” I said. So I assume that you or your brothers will be running things.”

“I’m actually learning how to run the ranch, so I can take after my daddy someday. It’s hard work, but good work.”

“Cool. So, what else have you been up to besides tending your dad’s ranch?

“I started competing in rodeos when I was 12 and have won every time.”

“Cool. Though, what’s with the badge?

“Well, I spent a lot to time helping out at the Sheriff’s office.”

“You’re a real sheriff!? That’s so cool.”

“Thanks, sugar. Being a sheriff was pretty fun. I’ve also been on TV and radio shows in my free time.”

“Guess your dad’s fame passed on to you. So, with all that said, why come to a wrestling tournament?”

“Well, I was actually inspired by the late great Kamikaze Rose to take up wrestling.”

“Kamikaze Rose was your idol!?”

“Sure was. I watched her matches nonstop. She inspired me to take up wrestling, and I practiced with my brothers constantly. She’s still my hero to this day. When I heard about this tournament, I decided to take her example and enter.”

“Then, I assume you’re here to take on her daughter, Reiko.”

“Yep, I want to see if the leaf’s not too far from the tree.”

“Well, glad to say that I interviewed her earlier and saw what she could do. She’s definitely pretty good. I’d say your match is going to be sweet and I’m looking forward to it.”

“Thanks, darling. I’m glad that you haven’t done anything dirty.”

“I was just raised well, that’s all. Besides, I refuse to anything underhanded to a gorgeous southern belle like you.” I looked away quickly, not believing I had just said something so stupid. Figured I’d screw this up soon.

“Thanks, sugar. I appreciate it.”

I looked back at her and said, “No problem. Let’s continue. What’s your favorite food?”

“Three-alarm chili. It’s blazing hot, but I love it. Ever try it?”

“Nah, not one for super spicy stuff. My little mouth can’t take it. What’s your favorite color?”

“I’d say white. It has a fresh feeling, don’t it?”

“I see it as an opportunity. Empty, but opening infinite possibilities.” I looked back at her, and then turned away, realizing I said something stupid…again.

“Are you some sort of artist, Jack?”

“I dabble in drawing every now and then.”

“Can you draw something right now?”

“S-sure. Like what?”

“Hmm, how about my face?”

“Hmm…alright.” I got to work by examining her face and hair. It was a bit of a hassle to do her hair, but I managed to make it work. After a few minutes, I showed it to her.

“This is great. It looks perfect. You even got the hair and lips just right.”

“I have my moments. Well, looks like time’s up.”

Thanks a lot, sugar. You mind if I keep this drawing?”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.” She got up, walked over to me as I stood up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “See you ‘round, sugar.”

“See you round.” I’ve seen quite the roster so far. And that was only two. It’s no secret why those two were the poster girls. Now, the question is, who’s next?