Clash of the Southern Belles! Trixie vs Tiffany!

"Aaaaaaaand in this corner...standing at five feet, eleven inches...one hundred and forty three pooooooounds.......Trrrrrrixiiiieeeeee!"

The referee expertly held out just long enough to build enough anticipation with his words, then, with the drop of a hat, Trixie's name gets heard, arousing tens of millions of fans in the very arena. The old man was good with the microphone, and even better with a rowdy crowd.

Even so, it wasn't just the crowd that were getting tickets to this event. Camera men with tripod shooting cameras had already occupied ring side and were getting a zoomed-in shots of Trixie's full bloomed breasts and ripe, plump ass as she waited in her ring corner.

This fight had already been well publicized, to say the least.

"I LOVE YOU TRIXIE!!"

Another fan couldn't help but shout from behind the crowd control barrier, perhaps the only thing, besides tight security, that seperated him from the ring, and more importantly, his tall, blonde, southern princess.
Trixie had been getting alot of attention since her debut, and she had already gotten used to it all. Her lips stretch into a toothy smile and she blew a kiss back at the crowd, saying:

"I love you, too, sugah!"

The crowd responded like a vicious, roaring sea to a mere kiss alone.

"I gotta say...them fans sure a crazy bunch....now who mah opponent s'posed to be, anyway?"

The southern belle leans up against the ropes, looking for the other lady to come down the ramp.

Tiffany's theme, Cowgirl, began to play and the crowd began to cheer. Thier cheers increased in intensity as Tiffany came to the ring on the back of a white stallion!
"At 6 foot 1, weighing in at 140 pounds, Tiffannyyy!" the announcer called, drawing out the last syllable of the Texan's name.
Once she got to the ring, Tiffany dismounted and turned the horse to face back the way she came. One slap on it's rear sent it running back up the ramp as she got onto the ring apron. Bending over to get between the second and third rope caused the denim daisy dukes she wore to show off her toned rear and her breasts to strain against the white sports bra beneath her leather vest. The crowd cheered as Tiffany paused, smiling back over her shoulder at them. After a moment, the Texan got into the ring, tipping her hat to the ref, then to Trixie before she removed it and tossed it into the crowd. As she removed her vest, she stepped forward to meet Trixie.
"Well, well. Just when I thought me and Dixie were the only southern belles at the ball, you come along. Haven't seen you around darlin'..."

All Trixie did was lean back against her corner, arms folded, and get herself treated to a front row seat of Tiffany's over-the-top entrance. She returned the silent gesture when Tiffany threw her acknowledgements her way.

"Got off from the middle house...jus' got mah papers, y'know?"

She responds to Tiffany's comment with a bad attempt at a joke. Suddenly, the crowd began to spontaneously combust out another round of cheers, forcing Trixie to not help but notice.

"Sounds like they expectin' a fight...well, may the best gal win!"

Trixie brushes a strand of hair from her face, steps over to the other southern girl to offer a handshake before the bell rings.

Tiffany smiled. She liked this girl's attitude. Trixie seemed like she would appreciate a good rough and tumble sort of match.
"Hope you're ready for a wild night sugar..." she drawled as she shook hands with Trixie.
When the bell rang, Tiffany surged forward, looking to strike Trixie with a powerhouse clothesline!

Tiffany runs at her like a rocket spewing out flames from behind her. This woman had energy...and tons of it.

"Dang! Ain't she a quick lil ol' rabbit!"

Trixie would bend her knees and hold her ground, waiting for the girl to run into her. Just as she got close enough, Trixie will stoop low on one knee in an attempt to catch Tiffany in a Fisherman's Carry, sliding the other blonde over her shoulders just to be sent into the ground. With this move, Trixie would make use of Tiffany's velocity and turn it against her, provided if she kept on running in for her clothesline.

"Wha..?!" Tiffany exclaimed as she was first lifted up and then tossed onto the ground like a sack of old potatoes.
She would lay for a moment shaking her head to clear it before starting to get to her feet.

She had to admit...Tiffany was a quite heavy. That's probably how anyone would feel if they're lifting anything that weighed only a few pounds lighter than themselves, though.

"Hope yer ready fer this!"

Trixie will spit with glee, not letting her opponent know exactly what should she be ready for. However, without a doubt, it's probably going to be something painful.

Once Tiffany fell on the mat right beside her, Trixie will sit down, wrap her legs around her neck in a Figure Four, then reach foward to grab both of Tiffany's arms. From there, if Trixie was successful at what she had done previously, she will then flex her glutes tightly, bridge herself off of the mat and pour power into her legs, threatening to squeeze the life out of Tiffany with her raw strength.

"Ahhgh!" Tiffany managed to groan out as Trixie's strong legs circled her neck.
However, the cowgirl had enough sense to struggle, keeping her arms out of Trixie's grasping hands. She'll try to turn while inside Trixie's hold, placing her hands under her foe's back and hips. Then, if successful, she'll try to get into a standing position while raising Trixie up. Then she'll place one hand in between Trixie's breasts and push while dropping down, looking to drive the Buffalo Ranger into the mat with a powerbomb in a show of strength.
"Enjoy the ride sugar?" Tiffany will ask Trixie if the move works.

"Aaah!"

The back of her head struck the mat while a loud bang filled her ears. Her vision blacked out on impact for a mere second before she was able to regain her wits. While shaking off the singing canary birds before her eyes, Trixie will make a slow, weak attempt to get herself on her feet.

"Uuuuhh.."

Her soft voice will linger off as she managed to get on one knee.

Tiffany will measure Trixie while taking a step back. When the Buffalo Ranger gets to one knee, she'll step back in while kicking out with a boot to Trixie's chest, looking to score a hit and knock her to the mat again. If it works, Tiffany will stand over Trixie and smile.
"How ya doing down there, darlin'?"