Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

Dixie groaned, softly and under her breath, as she worked Karen into the air and onto her shoulders. She held onto her tight, pulling down on her as hard as she could. Normally, a torture rack wouldn't be any kind of a problem for her. She had put a hundred women into the move before, and she would probably put a hundred more into it before her career was over.

But she had been weakened, and she was hurting. She had Karen trapped, that much was for sure, but she wasn't sure just how long she could keep her mirror image in the hold. Her legs were wavering and her own breath was ragged, but she was determined to force Karen to submit! Or, at the very least, take away every bit of fight the woman had left in her!

"Come the hell on!" She screamed again, her boots planted firmly against the canvas, the Texan standing there in the center of the ring with the newcomer on her shoulders. "Stop bein' a stubborn cow! Give it the hell up, girl!"

Karen was almost weaping- she was a big woman, she shouldn't be in a hold like this. Someone should of told that to Dixie though, because she was starting to snap the buxom blonde.

Karen's spare arm shot in the air, as if she'd find the ropes there; she tried to contain a painful gag as the Texan yanked down on her throat-she had to find someway out of this hellish hold and quick.

Dixie held the torture rack tight, her breathing growing faster and faster as she desperately waited to hear Karen's submission. With each and every deep, quick breath she took, her chest swelled up, straining against her vest, then fell back again, a rhythmic pattern that grew quicker with every passing second.

Dixie almost started to feel bad for Karen. She was a bitch, but she was still new. It was obvious that she was lacking the experience to know when to call it quits. That didn't mean that Dixie was going to relent though. Karen would just have to learn that lesson firsthand from the cowgirl.

With her legs still wavering, Dixie began to slowly walk around the ring, showing off her great strength as she carried Karen around. It was easier then just standing in one place. It gave her less of the feeling that she was going to collapse. Her body trembled though, as she slowly paced around, giving Karen a sharp jerk every few seconds, just to try and hurt her even more.

"Come on..." she muttered again, stealing a glance at the referee. Surely she would end the match, if this went on too much longer, right?

Karen was on her last legs now-getting a woman this big in a hold like this already turned her strengths against her, and she was beginning to struggle. To her further embarrassment, she was being carried around like a cruiser weight, each step a hard crunch on her neck.

Her almost wild arm was joined by her other, desperately seeking a rope now, hoping Dixie would stumble into one with the significant weight she was holstering on her Texan shoulders.

Luckily for Karen, Dixie had stepped near the ropes, slowly stepping along beside them, giving the newcomer the perfect chance to grab onto them.

As soon as Karen did grab on to them, the Texan did indeed stumble. Her entire body lurched awkwardly, and the cowgirl's grip on Karen's leg and her neck was loosened, giving her the perfect opportunity to make her escape!

Karen almost rolled off of the Texan, like a log off a hill, landing on one foot and then steadying herself on the other. Back to her foe, she tried to prepare herself as the Texan would undoubtedly come after her, hoping to shoot a surprise elbow up at the big blonde.

Karen slid off of Dixie's shoulders, and the Texan cursed under her breath. She had her! She fucking had her! It was frustrating, the idea that this match was going to continue, when she knew that Karen should have given up by now.

Dixie turned to face Karen, somewhat slow, and quickly lunged back in towards her, just in time to eat the sudden elbow that the other big blonde had thrown up at her. It smashed right into the cowgirl's face, and with a faint yelp she stumbled backwards, away from Karen and towards the center of the ring, her head tilting backwards at the same time.

Her blind strike had paid off-Karen had caught some time against the big Texan, but she knew she had to be quick if she wanted to capitalise. Turning, Karen pushed off the ropes, and now knowing she had to be smart with her strength, instead decided to use her weight, jumping high in the air, arms wide, aiming to splash against the big Texan!

By the time Dixie had stopped staggering back, and her lowered her gaze back towards Karen, the other woman had already ran into the ropes, and was bouncing back towards Dixie. The cowgirl couldn't do anything but stand there and stare, her eyes wide at the side of the blonde leaping into the air and flying towards her. It was a sight that no one could ever want to see, a woman of Karen's height and weight dropping through the air towards them.

Karen's move paid off for her. She slammed into Dixie, their bodies pressing together for the briefest of moments before the Texan went staggering backwards again, the impact sending her the rest of the way across the ring. The only thing that stopped her was the ropes on the farthest side, Dixie eventually coming to rest against them, her arms draped over the top ropes, her head hanging to the side and her body unmoving.

Karen had hoped the manouvre would knock the Texan down, or better yet send her rebounding back so she could catch her easy. Instead she found the Texan strung up against the ropes, like washing on a line. Bending and holding her knees for a few seconds, Karen realised she might of just turned it around, and opted to repeat the move, running and jumping, arms wide, she intended to crush Dixie against the ropes.