Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

Tiffany's chest heaved as she was held in the bridge. Somehow the Three Count Cowgirl had caught her not once but twice with crushing German suplexes.
The ref girl slid into position, her hand hitting the mat as she called "One!"

Dixie grit her teeth, trembling in anticipation at the ref girl's counts. Again her hand hit the mat, calling out the next number. "Two!!"

At the count of two, Tiffany twisted her body, getting her shoulder off the mat before the ref's hand could tap the mat a third time. Still, it was close, and Tiffany knew that Dixie's strength was not something to take lightly.

Dixie grunted in annoyance, when Tiffany broke her pin. She released her, and rolled to the side, getting back up slowly to her feet. She waited for Tiffany to do the same, waiting for her to start to rise, and once she did that, the Yankee Rose lunged towards her, arm outstretched for her own attempt at a clothesline now!

Tiffany stayed down for a few moments, trying to shake off the effects of Dixie's devastating move.
She got to her feet slowly, and that's when she heard the thuds of her opponent's footfalls as she went for her clothesline. Turning, she saw the incoming Dixie, and more out of instinct than any sort of plan, lashed out with boot aimed at the other Texan's stomach.

Tiffany's boot was like a brick wall to Dixie. The cowgirl ran right into it, Tiffany's foot burying itself into her stomach. She stopped instantly, doubling over forwards with wide eyes, gasping in shock and pain as the sudden attack pushing the air from her body, leaving her wide open for a follow up attack...

Tiffany watched as Dixie doubled over and knew that her chance to turn the tables on the veteran had come. Quickly, she tucked Dixie head under her arm, her other hand going to her foe's hip to seize hold of her chaps and the underwear there. Then she would attempt to lift Dixie up into a snap suplex, looking bring her opponent's back into contact with the mat at high velocity.

Dixie held her stomach with both hands. That kick from Tiffany had hurt, but she had felt worse than that before. Way, way worse. She started to straighten herself back up, but before she could do so, she felt her head being shoved under Tiffany's arm. She let out a yelp of surprise, but before she could muster any further reaction, she was hauled up off her feet and into the snap suplex, her body jerking a bit as she suddenly was slammed into the mat.

Keeping her arm locked about Dixie's head and her grip firm on Dixie's chaps, Tiffany swung her legs while twisting her body to the side, looking to get them on to their knees so she could haul her Texan opponent back to her feet. If successful, she'd haul Dixie up off of her feet again with a loud yell, looking to turn a single suplex into a pair of rolling suplexes. This time though, Tiffany would delay the move, trying to get blood to rush to Dixie's head before slamming her back against the canvas for a second time.

Tiffany was a strong girl, and the snap suplex had done a number on Dixie. Up the three-count-cowgirl was hauled to her feet, and before she had a chance to react, she was lifted up for another suplex. Another yelp passed Dixie's lips as she was lifted off of her feet again. She closed her eyes, ready for the impact of the second suplex, but it seemed TIffany was trying to delay her suffering. So, Dixie hung there in midair for a brief moment, her face flushing red as the blood rushed into it, and then....bam. Down into the mat she went with another big crash, groaning as she was laid out by the second, somehow stronger suplex...