Dixie Clemets vs. Rainbow Mika ~The Cowgirl Returns~

Dixie was in barely any shape to fight back at this point. Those five headbutts had rocked her world, and right now Mika could do anything she pleased and the cowgirl wouldn't have been able to stop her.

Luckily for her then, Mika was only going to hit her with a simple bulldog, and even luckier that she was going to land on her chest. Down she went with the move, slamming hard into the mat (though her generous bosom would cushion the blow a decent bit, if only slightly). If Mika had hit her head first, that might have been the end for her, but with the brunt of the move hitting her chest, well...

...Dixie was still out, mind you, her body coursing with pain, but hey. Could have been worse.

Mika was fully aware of the state Dixie was in, and while she considered herself to be fairly competetive, at the same time she wasn't the sort of person who would send an opponent to the infirmary to earn a win. Sitting up, Mika gently rolled Dixie over onto her back, hooking one of her slender legs back before lying across her for the pin, her chest pressing against Dixie's as she lay down against her.

Dixie rolled onto her back, her arms falling by her sides limply. Her eyes were half closed, a gentle groan passing her lips as she was rolled over, one that would shift into a slightly aroused moan as she felt Mika sliding atop of her body, her chest squashing down against her own breasts.

Mika lifted one of her strong legs up into the air, the referee dropping to the mat beside her. For the third time this match, the ref's hand would fly up, coming down to smack the mat one good time, calling out her first count.

"One!"

Mika blushed a little as she maintained the pin. She had to admit, the feeling of Dixie underneath her, her chest rubbing against hers, wasn't...unpleasant. She shook her head pigtailed head, and tried to stay focused on the match. Zanghief-sama wouldn't let himself get distracted at a time like this, so neither would she!

"Two..." said the ref, slapping the mat a second time...

If Dixie was in it enough to fully understand her spot, she would have admitted quite a similar thing. In any other situation, she might have enjoyed Mika lying atop her, their bodies gently pressing and rubbing together with each other's...

As it was, the only thing she understood was the sound of the ref's hand hitting the mat again. That familar sound was enough to snap her back to reality, just enough to realize her position. Summoning up the last of her energy, she would jerk her body hard, her shoulder coming up off the mat just before the referee's hand hit it a third time!

Mika thought that Dixie had had it when she covered her for the pin. Even so, she was only half surprised when Dixie suddenly surged under her, getting a shoulder up just in time. The Japanese girl sighed, inwardly admiring Dixie's tenacity. She had to respect a girl whose fighting spirit endured no matter what she threw at her.

Getting up to her knees, Mika grabbed at Dixie's arm, pulling her to a seated position. Sliding one arm under Dixie's to keep it pinned back, Mika snaked her free arm around Dixie's throat, locking in a tight sleeperhold. Her arm tightened as she leaned in against Dixie's blonde head. "Good fight, Clements-san," she whispered, "but this fight is over."

As she spoke, she rotated her body, ready to bring her legs up around Dixie's waist to add a body scissor to her woes.

Dixie was jerked up to the sitting position, her hands instantly snapping up to grab at Mika's arm as she felt the other blonde wrapping her into the sleeper. Weakly she began to tug on Mika's arm, trying to hardest to pull it loose.

Her attempts would be made harder though, as Mika's strong, firm legs began to clamp around her waist, squeezing her tighter. The cowgirl was trapped out, wrapped up tight in Mika's rear naked choke. Her eyes rolled back in her head again, Dixie gagging and gasping for air, as the masked woman began to choke her out. Again it seemed like Mika had Dixie right where she wanted her, trapped with no escape, but once again Dixie's great stamina and stubborness would kick in, the cowgirl drawing on those last little reserves of energy and strength to keep her holding on.

Mika was breathing almost as heavily as Dixie as she struggled to maintain her sleeper. Dixie was fighting back hard, prying at Mika's encircling arm with a strength Mika didn't know Dixie still had. She breathed through clenched teeth as she tried to maintain the hold, but Dixie was hanging on, pulling and twisting hard on Mika's arm relentlessly.

As Dixie struggled on her grip, Mika felt herself losing her balance. The two women toppled to the mat as Mika was rolled onto her back, Dixie still in her grip on top of her. Closing her eyes, Mika winched her powerful legs tighter around Dixie, the Texan's head resting just against hers as she tried to keep the sleeper hold locked. Slowly, though, she felt her arm being pulled away from Dixie's throat. "Nnnnnnnh...."

It was pure willpower keeping Dixie going at this point, a pure desire to win this match, to not be humilated after her grand speech and all her earlier bravado.

Pure determination to get through this and win.

She cried out as the two of them hit the mat, Mika's hold loosening a great deal on her, even as her legs wrapped even tighter. She groaned, trying to sit back up with Mika in tow. From there, she would do the only thing she could think of.

Her hands fell from Mika's arm, landing on her legs. She grabbed on tight, trying to use her quickly dying strength to force herself back up to her feet. If Mika was still hanging on when she pulled the two of them back up, the cowgirl would start to back up, letting out a yell as she headed towards a corner, trying to drive Mika spine-first into the turnbuckle.

"G...get off!" She yelled, stumbling back forwards afterwards, and if Mika was still holding on after that, Dixie would shift her weight backwards, trying to fall back to the canvas, trying to just simply crush Mika underneath her weight.

As it so happened, Mika's arm had been pulled away from Dixie's throat when the Texan suddenly let go. Breathing in relief, Mika was about to reapply the hold when Dixie suddenly stood up. Gasping, Mika tried to hold on, but Dixie's other arm quickly slid from her grasp. With her back still on the mat, Mika found herself still holding onto Dixie with her legs around the other girl's waist, and even then, her grip was slipping.

The masked huffed, trying to keep the squeeze on Dixie even as she felt her ankles loosening...