Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

The moment that Karen screamed out her submission, Dixie released her hold, letting the woman drop to a heap at her feet. The referee quickly signaled for the bell, and the cowgirl tiredly threw her arms up in victory.

The crowd got back on their feet, and they exploded, screaming in joy for the victorious Texan, their cheers and whistles booming through the arena.

Dixie smiled, a faint but happy smile, glad that the look ordeal was finally over...and then she collapsed, falling right beside Karen, lying facedown on the mat beside her. She was tired, and she was hurting like hell (and she made a mental note to get herself to the med room as soon as she got back up), but she felt good. She had fought a hell of a monstrous opponent, and she had came out on top.

Now, all she wanted to do was rest, and in her mind, it would be well-deserved.

Karen felt like she was still in hell-the pain on her thick waist was surreal, and she was still trying to gather breath;it felt like her eyes were about to pop out of her head she was crushed that hard. She rolled onto her side, almost weeping at the pain.

Dixie lied there beside Karen for what seemed like forever to her. The seconds ticked by, growing into one minute, and then another, and then eventually, she began to stir, pushing up to her hands and her knees. She glanced over at the fallen woman beside her, and shook her head. It was insane. Karen was built like a brick wall and could dish out an insane amount of damage. Dixie still couldn't believe she had managed to take her down!

With a long, drawn out sigh, she began to push herself up to her feet, listening to her music playing in the background to celebrate her win. As she stood, she took a step closer to Karen, extending a hand in her direction, offering to help her back up to her feet.

"Hey," she called out, in a soft voice. "Ya alright? Get back on yer feet, and let's get out of here, alright?"

Karen rolled onto her side-her waist was in agony, her back too. In her head she could hear her ribs cracking, even though they didn't. She kept a steady set of heavy breathes, ignoring the Texans friendly gesture.

Dixie looked down at Karen, worry forming on her face and in her expression, but after a short moment she shrugged, and turned away from the girl. Karen was tough. She would move past this and heal up fine.

The cowgirl turned away from the rookie and looked towards the crowd, raising her arms up in victory. She gave the audience another smile, celebrating her win as the crowd continued cheering her on, her back turned to Karen and her focus diverted away from the woman.

Karen eventually rolled onto her knees, her back to Dixie too. She turned her head as she stood, slowly, holding her squeezed waist, she looked at her better with a evil glare in the corner of her eye.

Dixie started to leave, to slip out of the ring and make her exit, but something was still bothering her. She turned back towards Karen again, noticing the glare in her eye, and frowned at the woman.

"Hey. Ya sure yer alright?" She asked, stepping towards her once more. "Ah can help ya out of here, if ya want."

Karen stood up, her hand resting on her crushed chest, her eyes focused now on the mat as she tried to contain anger at her loss.

Dixie looked at Karen for a moment longer, and finally the cowgirl realized that she wasn't going to answer. She gave her a helpless shrug, and then turned away, moving towards the ropes to leave the ring, so she could head to the ramp and begin making her exit.

Karen finally glared at her opponent, her breathing coming to as Dixie's music hit. She'd been humiliated in the match, and wouldn't forget it.