Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

Settling into the hold, Tiffany checked their position on the mat in relation to the ropes. She nodded to herself, seeing that even though they weren't in the center of the ring Dixie would still have to make her way to the ropes with her weight pressing down on her.
Tiffany didn't know if the Rumble Rose was going to give in from such a simple hold, but she knew if she could attack the muscles of her foe's back, she might be able to rob her of some of her raw strength, which might give Tiff the advantage in that department.

Dixie grit her teeth and tried to focus. No way in hell would she give up from a simple submission like this, but at the same time, it was going to be a struggle to get free. She growled through her clenched teeth, her hands gripping at the mat, trying to drag herself towards the ropes. Her movements were slow, and it wasn't easy with Tiffany atop her, but she'd be damned if she wasn't trying as hard as she could to pull herself forwards.

As she thought, Dixie began to pull them towards the ropes. But Tiffany guessed that her fellow Texan would eventually be able to power herself along the mat.
Still, she waited, digging in with the hold as best as she could. And when Dixie got near the ropes, Tiff would try something a little out of the usual. She would release the hold before Dixie got to the ropes, and jump from her squatted position to try and slam her weight down across her foe's back.

Dixie raised her arm up, ready to grab onto the ropes to break the hold...but then Tiffany released her legs. Dixie blinked, feeling confused for a brief moment, at least until Tiffany dropped down onto her. Her fellow cowgirl's ass slammed into her back, and Dixie jerked up, letting out a yelp from the sudden, shocking attack.

Tiffany would get back up, one hand pushing off of the firm curve of Dixie's generous rear to assist her rise. She would then take a few steps back, then stop, waiting for the other Texan to get back to her feet. When she did, Tiff would charge forward, whipping her arm out to clothesline Dixie across the chest, looking to blast her foe with a heavy hit.

Dixie gave a shiver as she felt Tiffany pushing off her large, firm ass. She bit her lip to stifle a soft moan, quickly pushing herself back up to her hands and feet. Tiffany was starting to dominate this match, and that was NOT something that Dixie could afford to let her do.

She took in a deep breath, turning back towards her opponent...and in Tiffany rushed, her arm outstretch with what would no doubt be an extremely explosive clothesline. Letting her instincts take over completely, Dixie would move towards Tiffany and quickly duck under it, coming back up behind her fellow cowgirl. Hoping to catch her before Tiffany could turn back around, Dixie would move towards her, trying to throw her arms around her waist. Then, she would suddenly try to haul Tiffany up off her feet, looking to slam her up and over into a sudden German suplex!

The blond native of Texas smiled as she swung, thinking of how Dixie was going to be sent to the mat again. But it soon faded as Dixie suddenly wasn't there to take the hit. Coming to a halt, Tiffany was going to whirl around and try to go back after her fellow cowgirl, but Dixie's arms encircled her waist. Before she could do more than let out a brief cry of protest, she was lifted up and then planted into the mat by the Yankee Rose's German suplex, the back of her head crashing into the canvas.
"Unnhh..." she groaned after the impact...

Dixie's back arched as she slammed Tiffany into the mat with the suplex. She smiled with satisfaction as she heard Tiffany's groan from the big throw, but Dixie wasn't done yet. She would roll over to her side, keeping her arms around Tiffany's waist, then start to stand, trying to haul Tiffany up to her feet along with her. Once they were back up, the Three Count Cowgirl would tighten her arms around Tiffany again, trying a second time to scoop her off her feet and throw her back into a second sudden suplex!

Tiffany felt their bodies shifting and pressing as Dixie moved them about while getting into a standing position. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Then she realized what Dixie was up to, with her arms still wrapped around Tiffany's waist.
"No!" she cried.
But then she lifted up again, into another German suplex that slammed her into the mat.

This time, as Tiffany hit the mat, Dixie would keep her back arched, her arms tight around her rival Texan. She tried to maintain this position, holding Tiffany against the mat as a first attempt at a pin!