Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

Her head snapping back, Tiffany would recover, and keep from getting knocked down. Eyes narrowed, she returned Dixie's punch with vigor, making the fans cheer as each girl seemed unwilling to back down from the exchange.
Tiffany though, had a bit of a plan. If Dixie was able to keep trading blows with her, and didn't do anything to break the back and forth pattern, then after a few painful exchanges, she would duck, and move forward, looking to get behind her fellow Texan. Then, when Dixie turned to face, she would plant a boot into Dixie's stomach, hoping to double her over. It would be the perfect setup for Tiffany to try her Blond Bomber double powerbomb finisher, and she would try it, placing Dixie's head between her legs and readying to heft the cowgirl up.

Dixie grunted with each of Tiffany's punches, but with each one that hit her, she would fire back with another of her own. It wasn't until Tiffany ducked under one of her big hooks, causing Dixie to whiff totally on it, that Dixie would snap out of her almost trancelike state she had fallen into with the steady rhythm of strikes. She turned quickly to face Tiffany again...and then doubled right over when Tiffany's boot came up and into her stomach. Dixie was hauled up onto Tiffany's shoulders, gasping in surprise as she was set up for the brutal finisher...

With a loud cry of triumph, Tiffany brought the Yankee crashing down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb! She was halfway there, so close to beating her former idol! Gasping, her body tired and battered from hard hitting match, Tiffany went to lift Dixie...but nothing happened.
*Dammit....don't give out on me now!* she raged at herself. *One...more....time!*
It took Tiffany another brief moment to get the energy up to try and lift Dixie a second time, taking her longer than it would usually to do the move. The crowd waited anxiously as Tiffany began to try and raise her fellow Texan up again...

Dixie's body jerked heavily as Tiffany slammed her down with the powerbomb, the entire ring shaking from the impact of her large body slamming into the canvas so hard. Dixie could hardly believe it; it almost seemed like Tiffany was getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment of the fight.

For a second time, Tiffany then lifted up Dixie, hauling her into the air with her great strength. Dixie knew she had to do something, anything to escape. Her mind raced for a moment as Tiffany lifted her up for the second powerbomb, trying to think of a way out, before finally settling on a plan taken straight from her old partner Reiko's book. As she was hauled up, Dixie suddenly tried to squeeze her legs around Tiffany's head, and with a bit of a 'whoop!' from her lips, she would try to pull herself up, trying to sit up on Tiffany's shoulders. She glanced down at her, lifting her arm to try and club at the top of Tiffany's head a few times, then she would suddenly lean backwards, trying to flip her rival towards the mat with a sudden sort of Frankensteiner counter!

Letting out a sudden gasp as Dixie's legs squeezed her head, Tiffany realized that things weren't going as well as she would hope. Still, when Dixie sat on her shoulders, Tiffany thought she could turn this to her favor.
But then, defying everything Tiffany knew about her one time idol, Dixie countered into something resembling a hurracarana, hurling Tiffany down to the mat. Landing on her back, the Texan gasped out "...the hell?" as she looked up at the lights.

That had been a desperate move by Dixie. One that had taken a good bit out of her to do, and one she didn't think she'd be able to do again.

Oh well. At least she had learned something from all her matches both against and alongside Reiko in the past.

Dixie lied there on the mat after the move for a good long while, rolling onto her back and looking upwards as well. She lied there for what seemed like forever, taking in slow, unsteady breaths of air. Tiffany had proven to be just as strong, just as skilled as she had heard, and no doubt the crowd was eating this brawl between the two of them up. She knew people would be talking about this match between them for a while, and would want to see the two of them tussle again, and again. For right now though, for this match, Dixie had to prove that she was the greater of the two of them, that she was the better of the two cowgirls, and that was exactly what she planned on doing.

Taking one more big, deep breath, Dixie rolled over to her stomach, then started to push herself up to her feet. As she rose, she saw Tiffany still lying there looking towards the bright lights of the arena. This was her chance to end it, she thought to herself, as she got onto her unsteady feet and began to circle towards Tiffany. She moved towards the cowgirl's legs, and flashing her fellow blonde a grin, she leaned down, grabbing each of the long limbs. It was obvious to her fans in the crowd that Dixie was lifting them for her Dixie Buster finisher, which could mean Tiffany was in trouble if she didn't snap out of her daze and realise what was going on...

Tiffany groaned as she lay on the mat, her chest heaving as she panted for air. This match was crossing the line into a small war, in her opinion. Something had to give at some point, but Tiffany had no intention of being yet another notch on Dixie's belt. Or at the very least make the Rumble Rose have to write a paragraph about how she had to beat her. Then she saw Dixie standing over her. The Three Count Cowgirl grabbed hold of her legs, jarring Tiffany as she got an idea of the danger she was in. As a one time fan of the Yankee Rose, Tiffany could read Dixie's thought as if she was inside her fellow Texan's head.
As Dixie leaned over her and gave her that winsome grin, Tiffany reached up, grasping of Dixie's near leg with one arm as the other caught hold of Dixie's arm. Pulling sharply, she rolled back, looking to hook Dixie into into a cradle pinning position!

Dixie thought she had the match in the bag; she had thought that Tiffany was ready to meet her finisher. She had thought wrong, as she soon found out when Tiffany grabbed her leg and her arm. With a shocked cry she was rolled into the cradle, struggling to get free as the ref dropped down, ready to count the pin.

"One!" She cried, slapping the mat once.

Tiffany felt as if she had this. Countering into an inside cradle seemed to have Dixie somewhat beside herself in Tiffany's eyes. Perhaps it wouldn't be as dramatic as ending it with a finishing move, but at this point the cowgirl was willing to take the win and call it a night. The crowd was also beside itself, counting along with the referee.
"Two!" came the count, the ref's hand slapping the mat for a second time.
"Yes!" Tiffany called as she could almost feel the victory in her grasp!

Dixie heard the second count, and began to panic. She didn't want the match to end like this, not in this position or with Tiffany getting the win. Desperately, the cowgirl summoned up what strength she could, trying to buck her body hard to break the cradle and throw Tiffany off of herself!