Taylor Parker vs Dixie Clemets: Camel Clutch Challenge!

Phew. She was in the clear...

For all of two seconds, before Dixie set about trying to twist Taylor's head off.

"NyaaaaaAAAHA! AAGH!" Taylor's horrible screams cut through the noise of the crowd and her face twisted into a mask of agony. She clutched at Dixie's hands and struggled to find some relief, while her legs squirmed against the mat. She tried desperately to pull a knee up, so she could get her hips off the mat and find some space to work with.

Dixie wore a look of determination, as she twisted Taylor's head to the side. She put her strength into it, not enough to to try to break Taylor's neck or anything, but enough to cause the girl some pain, to further sap her strength away. She wasn't looking to cause any serious, lasting damage, after all.

She winced at the sound of Taylor's screams, the sound causing her to relent for just a moment. In that moment, Taylor's hands clutched at her own, trying to pry the cowgirl's grip loose. Dixie growled in frustration at that, trying to regain her hold, leaning forwards, closer to Taylor as she struggled against the younger blonde.

As she leaned forward, she lifted herself slightly off of Taylor's back, and in that moment, Taylor's knee came up under her, the girl's hips coming up off the mat. Dixie felt herself losing her position, and decided again to change her strategy. She began to push herself up again, trying to get back on her feet, and again she would fish for a grip on Taylor's arms, leaning down towards her as she did so, trying to catch hold of her so that she could pull Taylor up, too.

Taylor dropped her forehead to the mat when Dixie let go. She tucked her knees and elbows under her, and while Dixie reached for her arms, Taylor scuttled backwards, out from in between Dixie's legs and behind her. She rolled away toward the ropes where she stopped, folded over her knees, propped up with one hand on the mat while her other hand held the back of her neck.

She tried not to look hurt as she kept her eyes on Dixie, but in truth her neck was still hurt from the beating Angel, and then Kelly, had given her. Maybe she was pushing things with her third match in however many days, without enough time to recover. But she could deal with being banged up, as long as she could keep her head together.

She reached back for the ropes and began to pull herself to her feet, her watchful eyes stuck on the cowgirl.

Dixie scowled as Taylor rushed under her legs, popping back up behind her. She straightened up, and turned quickly to face the girl again. She saw Taylor rising up near the ropes, and her scowl twisted upwards into a grin.

"Nowhere to go, girl!" she called out, as she suddenly took off across the ring towards her. She rushed towards Taylor, with all the force of a charging bull. Up came her arm as she neared Taylor, trying to smash it right into her chest with a stiff, mighty clothesline!

Facing down a charging Texan twice her size, while trapped against the ropes, Taylor wasn't having any fun. She glared back at Dixie and her stupid smirk.

She didn't care who she was, fuck this girl.

With her back against the ropes, Taylor ducked down, narrowly avoiding having her head knocked clear into the second row, and buried her shoulder in Dixie's midsection. The ropes stretched back, but held the two girls in the ring until Dixie lurched to a halt, and then Taylor hooked an arm between her legs and hefted Dixie up off the mat. In a display of her own deceptive strength, she straightened up and tossed the cowgirl back, over the top rope and out of the ring.

Dixie's arm swung helplessly forwards at the air, whiffing as Taylor ducked right under her clothesline. "Ooof!" she grunted out, as she ran into Taylor's shoulder, pushing the smaller girl into the ropes. Not the best spot to be in, and with all of Dixie's experience, she knew exactly what was coming.

There wasn't much she could do, as Taylor slipped her arm around her firm legs, and hauled her right off of her feet. Over the ropes she went, Dixie clawing madly for them, trying to latch on, to slow or outright stop her fall, but she was too slow and too late. She dropped to the floor, slamming hard onto the light padding outside of the ring. She felt her neck touch the floor first, then her body collapsing right afterwards, leaving the Texan lying on her back, eyes closed and limbs spread wide.

Taylor walked several steps away from the ropes and took a moment to get her breath. She stretched her neck and rubbed her shoulder, and then raised a fist high in the air. The crowd cheered, and Taylor took off running.

She rebounded off the ropes on the far side of the ring, and streaked across to the side overlooking Dixie. In a single leap, she cleared the top rope, and with her fist braced against her palm she came down on top of Dixie with a high flying elbow drop.

Falling from such great heights as Dixie had fallen, and landing awkwardly on your neck and your back hurt. It didn't matter how tough you were, taking a tumble like that was going to leave you out of things for a while.

Just long enough, in fact, to Taylor the chance to come flying down at Dixie. Straight into the cowgirl's bare, firm stomach went Taylor's elbow, driving deep into her. Her body jerked upwards, her eyes going wide for the briefest of moments before she settled back down. Dixie groaned, and her chest started to rise and fall, up and down, as the Texan took in a series of long, ragged breaths. Once again the ball was back in Taylor's court, Dixie lying there helplessly beside of her.

Taylor's share of the landing didn't feel good, but burying her elbow in Dixie's belly certainly did. She knew she needed to toss the girl back in the ring and work toward a finish, but she didn't want Dixie to flip things around on her if she took the time to shove her back in the ring.

Instead, she straddled the cowgirl, kneeling over her and sitting on her stomach. It was weird. Dixie really was huge, bigger than her husband. She was so tall that Taylor had to shuffle herself up closer to her chest in order to reach down and grab hold of the collar of Dixie's famous cow-print vest.

She yanked her up off the floor, just enough to lift her head, and began furiously hammering her free hand down into the girl's face.

Another grunt escaped Dixie's lips, as Taylor moved to straddle her, the cowgirl looking up at her with half-closed eyes.

Half-closed eyes that soon went fully wide, as Taylor jerked up her vest, pulling the cowgirl's head up towards her. Then the fists began, punch after punch going straight into Dixie's face. She howled loudly with each one, her head getting knocked about with each of Taylor's furious, hard blows.

At first, Dixie's cries were of pain, were of shock at getting knocked around so easily by Taylor. But then, they started to grow more angry. Was Taylor really beating on her like this? Did she really want to try and brawl with Dixie of all people? If Dixie's head was clear enough to think straight, she probably would have been impressed with Taylor again. But her thoughts were muddled, her vision starting to blur from the repeated blows.

She could only really do one thing. With a loud, desperate roar, the cowgirl tried to buck and twist her body up and to the side, trying to throw Taylor to the side of her. After that, she would try to roll over towards her, bringing her own arm around to fire off several big, hard shots back at Taylor's own face.