Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

Tiffany's eyes widened as Dixie's arm caught her around the waist, anchoring her to fellow cowgirl and stopping Tiff from completing the move. Then Dixie's fist crashed into her midsection, right into her ribcage.
"No...you..don't.." she gasped, bringing her arm down across the other woman's back, trading blows with Dixie. However, Dixie was striking at a more vulnerable spot and after about the third punch Tiffany gasped, her hold on Dixie's head loosening enough for the Rumble Rose to get her head free.

Dixie shuddered with each clubbing blow to her back. She wobbled atop the ropes, realising that she and Tiffany in a dangerous place, that one wrong move could mean the end for both of them. She knew she had to do something, and quick, before one of them made a mistake that would wipe out both of the cowgirls.

When Tiffany's arm loosened, that's when Dixie made her move. She yanked her head free and released her arm around around Tiffany, then would suddenly try and give her a sharp shove to knock her off the ropes and back to the mat!

"Wait, waahhh!" the cowgirl had time to yell before her fellow Texan shoved her from her precarious perch.
Sailing through the air, Tiffany landed facing up, the back of her head rapping sharply against the mat. Dazed, she let out a low groan as she looked up into the arena's lights.

Dixie, looking down at Tiffany, who was now lying on the mat, would do the first thing that came to her mind. She didn't like being up here, so it was time for her to come back down, in the most simple way possible.

Letting out a loud 'whoop!', Dixie jumped off the top ropes towards Tiffany, aiming a flying leg drop right across her fellow Texan's chest!

Laying on the mat, Tiffany heard a loud 'whoop', which jogged her out of her daze slightly and made her remember she was still in a match against her fellow Texan. Tiffany also guessed that was in danger of being the victim of some off the top rope move, if she didn't do something, like right now! She had presence of mind to roll her body to her right, putting her self out of range and leaving only the mat to greet Dixie's large rear and legs. Tiffany was still a little too stricken to make it back to her feet immediately, however, and would remain down for another few moments before getting back to her feet.

Dixie hit the mat hard as Tiffany rolled out of the way. She winced as she hit the mat, her large ass smashing into the canvas and sending a stinging sensation through her body. She sat there a moment in stunned silence, then started to get back up as well, slowly rubbing her bottom as she got up, glaring towards Tiffany.

"Tch...that hurt, dangit..."

"Are you...unnh..mad that I wouldn't let your big ass sit on me? Really?" Tiff replied as she got up, looking back at Dixie.
The two Texans were up to their feet at about the same time. For her part, Tiffany was more than willing to not lock up right away, the near fiasco on the top rope still fresh for her.

Dixie let out a chuckle, shaking her head as she got back on her feet. "Heh...would have been nice of ya, girl," she responded back to Tiffany, giving her bottom one last rub before lifting up her hands in front of her, into a protective stance. She kept her distance from Tiffany though, for the moment, wanting to steady herself before she moved back in. That whole top rope thing had shaken her up some too, and she wanted to calm down her nerves before moving back in to engage Tiffany again.

After another moment, Tiffany's resolve returned, although her fatigue remained. The back and forth pace of the match was exhausting, to say the least.
She came forward, cautiously at first but then as she got close, she balled up her right fist and swung, looking to deliver a solid right into the side of her fellow Texan's face. If it hit Tiffany would stand ready, looking to see if Dixie went down.

Dixie remained on guard on Tiffany approached, remaining just as cautious as her fellow Texan. She was tired though, exhausted, and as the surprise punch came in towards her, she didn't have the energy to try and dodge it. Tiffany's fist slammed into her face, her head snapping backwards, but Dixie wouldn't go down, not from just that. She turned her head back towards Tiffany, and would respond to the blonde with a strong right of her own, curling her fingers into a tight fist and sending it sailing back towards Tiffany's face.