Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

Dixie's eyes closed, as the cowgirl tried to focus on Karen's arms around her. She couldn't let herself get distracted by the feeling of her impressive breasts, nor the feeling of her face rubbing against her own ample bust. She had to focus on the hold itself, the tight squeezing that was slowly draining the life out of her.

It was hard to focus though. Karen was strong, and Dixie had to admit that she was probably stronger then even herself. She knew exactly what she was doing too. She might have been new to the AFW, but with the way she was timing her compressions, keeping Dixie from getting her lungs full of air...the woman had skills to back up her strength.

She couldn't crawl to the ropes, not from this position, and she didn't know if she could find the strength to roll the two of them over, to make things easier for herself. Instead, Dixie went for her third option: she slid her hands down to Karen's arms, and grabbed on tight to them. She began to pull, trying to use her own quickly fading strength to loosen the hold, in hopes of at least being able a chance to breathe properly, even if for a moment.

Karen was almost wrapped around the big Texan girl like a koala bear, and she knew that all she had to do was continue what she was doing and she could near snap the back of the hefty blonde. As Dixies arms came down to try and alleviate the hold, Karen sighed to herself-she hoped Dixie would go for the ropes, that way she would be able to wrap her legs.

Feeling the Texans fingers on her hands, Karen held her own breath, as she gave a long tight squeeze, pressing her face into the chest of Dixie to get the maximum effect, knowing her hold could soon be broken.

That long tight squeeze was almost too much for Dixie to take. She froze, her hands releasing their weak grip on Karen's arms, and she finally began to scream again, the sound of her voice piercing the air of the arena. At the same time, her face flushed an even deeper red, feeling Karen's face rubbing closer into her cleavage.

She was even more desperate now, desperate to find some way to end her pain. She quickly decided to change her tactics, deciding that she couldn't do anything from this position. Reaching out, she put her hands flat against the mat, and summoning up what little strength she could muster, she pushed out, jerking her body to the side at the same time, trying her roll herself and her captor over onto their sides!

The way Karen was applying the hold was almost a double-edge: she was near squeezing the life out of the big blonde, but Karen was near smothering herself-she too was feeling drowsy. She knew that she could only maintain the tight squeeze for so long, even if it was tight enough to make the powerhouse Dixie Clemets scream her lungs out.

To make matters worse, she found herself on her side, after a powerful push from her opponent-with Dixies weight on the arm trapped underneath her, Karen could no longer apply maximum pressure. Maintaining the hold regardless, and considering her options, opted to try and continue the roll-if she could get ontop of Dixie, nay, anyone in a bearhug, her weight alongside her powerful squeeze could most likely cause a KO in minutes.

But unfortunately for Karen, that wasn't going to happen.

As soon as they were on their sides, Dixie bent her legs backwards, folding them behind herself to stop their movement, to keep Karen from forcing their roll to continue. At the same time, she started to arch her back forwards, pushing her chest against Karen, trying to counter Karen's pushing with her own counter-push. This did have, of course, the effect of pushing her big breasts even closer towards Karen's face, and if the powerhouse thought she was getting smothered before, it was only going to get worse.

Once she was certain that she wasn't going to roll anymore, Dixie quickly went for the next part of her plan. She reached over Karen's body with one arm, and formed her fist again. With a growl of determination, she struck at the base of the blonde's spine, at the small of her back. Once, then twice, then again, and again. They were slow, heavy strikes, but as long as Dixie could hurt her enough, she was sure that she could get to loosen her hold enough for the cowgirl to make her escape.

Karen was livid with herself. In a matter of seconds her hold had gone from near snapping Dixie in half to barely pushing her face in her chest, which was of benefit of no one.

To make matters worse, Dixie had arched her back, further blocking the roll but also pushing her huge chest further into Karens face, now completely constricting her oxygen. Worse still, she started feeling heavy strikes in the base of her spine, each hit causing a small spasm.

Karen was furious; that she felt so close to a submission, but ultimately rolled away, releasing, trying to get clear of the big blondes strikes and smothering chest.

When Karen rolled away, Dixie rolled in the opposite direction, flopping onto her back. Her arms sprawled out beside her, and her head rolled to the side, the cowgirl's eyes firmly closed. She was still. She was out of it. She wasn't even moving save for the rising and falling of her chest, her generous bust slowly swelling and deflating with each long, labored breath that she took.

She was hurting, and she was hurting bad. Karen had pushed her way farther and way harder then she had thought possible. Her back and her leg were both killing her. At this point, she didn't know how she was going to turn this back around.

She just hoped she could think of something before Karen decided to end things for her.

Karen quickly rolled up to her knees, but it was only then when she realised how much of a toll squeezing a fighter as thick as dixie as hard as she did was, holding the ropes to pull herself up.
Taking a few deep breaths, she spotted her too wounded opponent approached her from behind as Dixie pulled up to her knees.
Grabbing her blond hair from behind with her left hand, Karen would give Dixie a huge slap with her right. She'd repeat this a few more times, to the audiences dismay.

Dixie laid there, still as can be, trying to rest but knowing she shouldn't, and finally decided to get moving again. With a final deep breath, she opened her eyes, and sat up slowly. She didn't bother looking for Karen, she just wanted to get back on her feet. She started to rise up, pushing herself to her knees, when she suddenly found the powerhouse rookie.

Karen snatched her by the hair, forcing a surprised shriek from Dixie's lips. She reached up quickly, grabbing for Karen's hand with both of her own, but suddenly the woman's hand came slicing through the air, striking against her cheek. The cowgirl's head jerked to the side, the spit flying from her mouth, and then the second slap came in, and then the third.

With each of Karen's slaps, Dixie's yells grew quieter and quieter, until the woman was finally done, and the Texan went silent again, her head hanging downwards towards the mat, her eyes closed once more.

Karen walked around Dixie, having had a quick breather, she was determined to finish what she started. Putting her hands under DIxies armpits, she'd force Dixie to stand, lifting her like a child out of a highchair. From there she'd wrap her arms around Dixies, locking behind her and trapping Dixies arms.

Karen would then press her chest hard against Dixies, knowing full well it had an embarrasing effect on Dixie before, and with bent knees, would lift Dixie in the air, leaning back to bring the heavy Texans weight onto her,

Squeezing with every drop of her strength, Karen had every intention of hurting Dixie with this resumed bear hug-her arms around Dixies ribs, she'd focus on completely compressing Dixie rather than squeezing so that she could get no breath. If Dixie didn't escape or tap quick, Karen could end up breaking her ribs, or perhaps even her back,