Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

If Dixie could have seen what was happening, she would have felt embarrassed. Humiliated, even. Karen was able to lift her up like she was nothing, once against wrapping her arms around her, trapping her in her grasp.

Dixie was out of it, though. Even the crowd couldn't find the strength to cheer her on anymore, thinking that the cowgirl was done for and was defeated. As far as anyone could tell, all that was left was for Karen to finish her off, and it looked like that was exactly what was going to happen.

Karen wrapped her arms around the Texan, and as their bodies pressed together, Dixie's breasts getting covered and smothered by Karen's own bigger and heavier pair, a faint, quiet moan passed through her lips. She wasn't fully aware of what was happening, but she recognized the feeling, and once against her cheeks turned red, the familiar blush spreading across her face.

Then Karen lifted her up, trapping her in another bearhug, a standing one this time. She began to squeeze, and that was all it took to get Dixie out of her daze, the cowgirl's eyes flying open. As soon as she felt the first surge of pain running through her back from Karen's squeezing, she began to howl again, screaming out and shaking her head back and forth, trying to deny the intense, severe feelings running through her body.

Karen had Dixie now, it was a certainty in her mind. She squeezed with all her remaining strength, which was considerate, considering the amount she'd been lifting the heavy blonde this match.

Breasts pressed hard together, each other the women's voluptuous chests was mushroomed to ridiculous sizes, further embarrassing the Texan.

Karen seemed determined to almost snap Dixie-after all, she had THE Dixie Clemets screaming for her life in a bearhug. She began rapidly shaking the big Texan, all the more leaning back, bringing her weight further onto herself, Dixies meaty thighs resting on Karens own, her legs dangling down. Karen finally opted to finally break her silence, "TAP DIXIE..TAP."

Dixie couldn't remember the last time she had been in a bearhug. In fact, she couldn't remember ever being in another woman's bearhug! The whole situation was baffling to her and she could barely believe it. Never had another woman been able to manhandle her like this. Never had an opponent been able to make her seem so weak, and so helpless.

She hated it, she honestly did. She hated how it felt, to be so trapped in Karen's arms, with such pressure on her ribs, and her back, her spine feeling like it could crack at any moment. She hated show she couldn't stop herself from screaming out in pain and agony. She hated how it felt, her sweaty, glistening body pressing and grinding against Karen's own impressive, muscular physique as the vile powerhouse shook her back and forth. She hated the feeling of the woman's giant breasts squashing and rubbing against her own. She hated everything about this situation.

But most of all, she hated how Karen finally decided to speak up, demanding that she submit.

It was at that moment, when Karen finally broke her silence, demanding that Dixie end things and give up, that the Texan finally focused. She looked down at Karen, and her screams began to quiet, growing into more of a series of groans, and moans. Pained groans at first, but as Dixie began to grow more focused, the noises she was making became more angry, more determined, as if a fire had been lit inside of the Texan.

Then, out of nowhere, Dixie began to push out with her arms, her muscles bulging as she suddenly found an inner reserve of strength, a deep, hidden supply of power and anger. Dixie wasn't going to lose to Karen. She couldn't lose to her, not like this. She was better then this. She was stronger then this.

With everything she had, Dixie pushed out, the cowgirl roaring in determination as she tried to power free from Karen's devastating bearhug, trying to break the grip of her arms and explode free from the hold!

Karen on the other hand was having the time of her life. She had a powerhouse in her grip cracking like she weighed 30 pounds; overall the match had been a pretty easy and sure fire win for Karen from the get go. All she had to do was keep it up.

That is, until she felt Dixie struggling. A powerful surge of her strength began forcing outwards through Karens grip, and no matter how hard she held-her arms were slipping; Dixie was pushing out of her bearhug.

Desperate, Karen put Dixie back on her feet to focus on the crushing embrace; but Karen was spent-she'd been throwing and crushing Dixie since the get go, and now she had nothing left.

Dixie's arms came up and powered out, finally breaking the cowgirl free of Karen's bearhug, and in that moment, Dixie was alive.

As soon as she was free from Karen's deadly embrace, she took a quick step back, putting a small bit of distance between herself and the other blonde, but she didn't stay away for long. With a roar, she lunged straight back in, throwing her arm up at the same time, aiming a stiff, straight-arm clothesline directly for the center of Karen's sizable chest!

Karen was in shock-she hadn't just twisted her way free, headbutted, or escaped through dirty means; Dixie had outright overpowered the buxom blonde.
Taking a step back with mouth wide open, the almost disheartened and humiliated Karen might aswell of broadcast that she was open for a attack; taking the fierce Texans hard cluthesline straight to the chest-sending the previously dominant blond towards the ropes and bouncing back off them to her Texan foe, wounded.

Dixie had hoped that her sudden clothesline would have been enough to take Karen off of her feet. Unfortunately for the cowgirl, all it did was send her fellow powerhouse stumbling backwards, but Dixie was adaptable. She already knew just what to do to keep control of the situation.

She readied herself, waiting for Karen's rebound, and as soon as the bigger blonde came rushing back to her, Dixie's leg snapped upwards, shooting into the air. Her boot was aimed straight for Karen's face, a massive big boot attack intended to knock the woman right off of her feet!

The great combo had suddenly turned things round for Dixie-the huge cow boot slamming hard on Karen, again on her upper chest. Smashed down to the mat, Karen's arms went wide at her first knockdown of the match, where she lay a few seconds, trying to catch breath.

Dixie wanted to cheer, as Karen went down. She wanted to shout as with joy as she finally put the monstrous, massive newcomer onto her back. It had been a grueling match so far, and she could barely even believe that she had turned things around like this. With every hold and with every throw that Karen had put her through, the cowgirl had felt herself moving closer and closer to defeat.

But the ball was in her court now. Dixie was in control, and she planned on paying back the other woman for everything she had done.

Dixie stepped forward, and flashed a sneer down at Karen. "Get back up. Ah ain't done with ya yet," she muttered, leaning down to grab Karen by her hair, running her fingers through it and grabbing two big, thick handfuls of the blonde stuff. She gripped it tightly, and yanked upwards, stepping back at the same time so that she pulled Karen up into a sitting position.

Then, with a furious cry, she yanked her head forwards, raising her knee up at the same time, trying to smash Karen right in her face with a big, sudden knee lift!

Karen should of been doing better- she'd been throwing and squeezing Dixie the entire match, and it was only now that Dixie had got some actual offensive is. It was only as she reached her knee, that she realised it was exactly her offensive so far that had left her exhausted-she'd been throwing and crushing a woman that was too big to do either to, and now her muscles were paying the price.

Her jaw too paid the price, when the thunderous knee came flying in, hitting her square, and knocking her head back onto the middle ropes behind. Whilst dazed, it was lucky a Dixie knee didn't knock her out.