Taylor Parker vs Dixie Clemets: Camel Clutch Challenge!

Shitshitshit!

She had to admit, she was impressed. Dixiee was a tough bitch, and she proved it as she stopped Taylor's assault and rolled the plucky punk onto her back, the last place in the world she wanted to be.

"Guuuh!" The first punch clocked her cleanly across the face, and snapped her head to the side. She tried to cover up with her arms while the following shots knocked her back and forth, battering her arms and some sneaking through to smack her in the head and make the world blurry.

She wasn't thinking about it at the moment, but if she was totally honest, she kind of liked it.

But she collected her thoughts enough to time Dixie's next punch, and jerked her head to the side to make it miss. She hooked an arm over Dixie's and bucked her hips to roll her back onto the bottom again, where she grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and jerked the girl's head up while she bashed her own forehead down into her face.

She wasn't going to be outdone in a scrap by some aging, goofy cowpoke.

Dixie settled atop of Taylor, her fists working like pistons as she punched down at her, again and again. She wasn't really even thinking about it, her powerful arms moving almost on their own as she struck at her younger opponent over and over.

Maybe if she was actually more focused, and not caught up so much in the moment, she would have had time to react, but unfortunately for the cowgirl, that wasn't going to happen. Her fist flew by Taylor's head as she jerked it to the side, slamming hard into the padding of the floor. She winced, her rhythm broken by Taylor's dodge, and suddenly she found herself on her back again, breaking out of her almost trance-like state to stare up at Taylor.

She growled as Taylor grabbed her hair, jerking her back up again. She hated that, dammit! But down came Taylor's head, smashing right into her face, her forehead slamming hard against her. Dixie went limp in Taylor's hands after that, a low groan passing her lips, and if anyone looked closely, they'd see a slight trickle of blood oozing from one of her nostrils.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Taylor clenched her fists and screamed like she was celebrating a fresh kill, and the crowd roared in response. She planted a boot on the floor and pushed up to her feet, her knees wobbling once on the way. Maybe her head wasn't as steady as she thought quite yet, but it didn't matter.

She grabbed Dixie's wrist and her hair, and dragged her, it was harder than it looked, upright and to the ring apron. She lifted her with some difficulty, enough to stuff her under the bottom rope and then roll into the ring herself. She welcomed Dixie back inside with a ring-rattling stomp to the small of her back.

Dixie was unceremoniously dragged back to the ring, her hands weakly pawing at Taylor's own, wincing as she felt her hair being tugged on, wincing as she felt it straining at her scalp. She offered little resistance as Taylor lifted her up, hauling the Texan off of the floor and tossing her back into the ring.

Once she was inside, she rolled over onto her stomach, panting as she struggled to push up to her hand and knees. A headbutt. After dishing out so many of her own headbutts, she had finally been floored by one in return. Great.

She reached up, touching her nose ginger, feeling the trickling blood escaping from it. But then, down came Taylor's boot, slamming hard into Dixie's back.

"A-aah!" she yelled out, the Texan getting flattened, shoved right back down onto her belly.

Her head throbbing, still a seasick feeling, Taylor pressed Dixie down flat on her stomach with her boot, and then bent to place her palms on the mat next to her. She kicked up into an easy handstand, lingered in the air for a brief moment, and then jackknifed her body to bring both of her knees crashing down into Dixie's back.

Dixie's body jerked again, as Taylor's knees came crashing down into her, impaling themselves right into her back. She jerked up, a deep-throated scream coming from her, as she went limp again, her face twisted up in pain. Her back was hurting like hell now, and the cowgirl had a feeling it was only going to get worse from here.

Taylor turned and sat on Dixie's back again, and this time she was sure the girl wouldn't be able to stop her. She grabbed Dixie's face and lifted her off the mat, and then grabbed her arms at the elbow and jerked them back to secure them over her knees. She took a moment to make sure her position was secure.

"I'm gonna ride you all the way to Dixieland, cowgirl," she huffed. "If you're lucky, I'll even give you an autograph afterward."

Dixie grunted, as Taylor took a seat on her back again. She was pulled up, and her arms jerked back over Taylor's knees. "Nng...ah...ah don't think so!" she growled back at the young punk through gritted teeth, already feeling the strain of Taylor pulling her backwards. "Don't be countin' me out jes' yet...! Hng!"

Despite her defiant words though, Dixie knew she was in a bad spot. She knew was in trouble, and could only hope to try and resist Taylor's hold as best she could. She was tough, but even the cowgirl knew she wouldn't be able to stay like this for long.

"...Sorry, that was a little weird." Taylor carefully laced her fingers under Dixie's chin. "I guess my trash talk is a little off, because I'm just to busy kicking your ass!"

All at once, she rowed back, arching her back and leaning away from Dixie while she bent the blonde's spine as hard as she could. No matter what else happened in this match, that felt good.

"Get ready to taaaaaaap!" She sang. The cheering in the arena grew steadily toward a frenzy while a submission became more and more real.

"AaaaaaaAAAAAH!" Dixie bellowed, as Taylor's fingers connected under her chin, the girl pulling her backwards and fully into the submission. Her body trembled in the hold, the Texan feeling her spine getting wrecked as Taylor stretched her into a position that no body was ever meant to be in. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and over her chest, as she tried to hold on, tried to deny her mind screaming at her to submit.

She had to hold on. If she could just last a few seconds longer, maybe Taylor would get impatient and break the hold. She shut her eyes tight, trying to block out the pain, trying to think of other things, but it was no good. Taylor had already done a number on her back earlier, and this was just too much.

When the referee moved over, asking if Dixie wanted to submit, the cowgirl growled back at her. "F-fergit it!" Her voice didn't seem too confident though, a certain wavering in her words, as she desperately tried to resist, her feet kicking helplessly at the mat.