Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

Dixie stepped back, still rubbing at her chest, trying to nurse the pain out of her breasts. She was sore, but she imagined that Poison was even worse off then she was. She looked like it, anyway.

She looked up, just in time to hear Poison yelling at her again, the cutie suddenly barreling towards her with the clothesline. Dixie didn't have time to get out of the way, so she decided to do something else instead. Namely, charging right back towards Poison!

With a low grown of her own, the cowgirl threw up her own arm, springing towards Poison as she rushed in at Dixie. She was aiming for a clothesline of her own again, aimed straight for Poison's chest yet again. She wasn't sure if it would hit or not though, for as she neared the woman she was slammed by Poison's clothesline, bringing her down to the mat. Dixie let out a yell, curling up and hugging her chest, hissing at the feeling of Poison having attacked her tits again.

She lied there in pain, eyes closed as she tried to shake off the feeling, and could only hope that her own clothesline had found it's mark too. Otherwise, she was going to be in trouble.

The crowd gasped loudly as the two beauties collided against each other, their arms stretched hitting the others buxom breasts at the same time. Poison let out a loud groan, her face twisting into a mask of agony as her tits where nearly knocked up to her chin. She fell down hard on the mats, her legs coming up high in the air before falling down with the rest of her body. There really was no winner of that exchange, save for the fans that seamed to love watching the two voluptuous beauties mercilessly pound each other like this.

It took Poison a handful of second to recover her senses and she did so it was only to feel the horrible pain on her big breasts that were now spreading over her chest, still bouncing a bit after the impact. All Poison could do was roll to her side, curling up in to ball hugging her big jugs while she cursed Dixie. "Fuuuucking fuuucking piiiig!"

Dixie held her chest tight, groaning as she lie upon the mat. As ridiculous as it seemed to her, this match didn't seem to be about wrestling anymore. Poison and Dixie just seemed to keep going after each's others chests, again and again, both on purpose and by accident.

So be it, then. If that was how Poison wanted to do this, Dixie would be more then happy to do it.

She lied there for what seemed like a long time to her, slowly rubbing her sore chest, then took a deep breath. She needed to get back into this fight. Opening her eyes, Dixie forced herself to roll onto her frontside, then began to push up to her hands and knees, starting to slowly and steadily climb back up onto her feet, looking back towards Poison to see what kind of shape she was in.

Poison had probably taken the worse out of that hit and her breasts were hurting like her. The rest of her body was sore too and she had a hard time breathing, as each time her chest expanded to inhale everything hurt. She wanted nothing more than just lay there but she knew she couldn't do that, she was inside this ring with a a bitch that wanted to hurt her almost as much as she wanted to hurt her back. Dixie was so strong and that made Poison hate her more... but not as much as much as the cop loom. That really made Poison furious, she couldn't allow herself be beat by a piggy.

The cheers of the fans let Poison know that Dixie was getting up, so she too pushed herself up despite the pain and, with an loud groan, she moved groggily towards Dixie, trying to wrap an arm around the blonde's head to trap her in a not so tight headlock, attempting to take control of this fight.

Once she got up onto her feet, Dixie started to lumber towards Poison, only for the pink-haired scoundrel to do the same, Poison moving in towards her and throwing her arm around Dixie's head. The Texan let out a weak growl as she felt her head being pulled into the loose headlock. Poison wasn't going to give up, and Dixie had to give her a bit of respect for that. She had taken the worse of the two clotheslines, and yet she had shook it off, gotten right back up and thrown herself back at Dixie again.

That just meant Dixie had to fight back twice as hard.

Her own hands came upwards again, and grabbed for Poison's arm. With another growl, she began to pull on it, trying to pull her arm away so that she could simply pull out of the headlock, fearing what would happen if the woman could managed to tighten it around her again.

Poison was a tough her and that was the only reason she was still standing. That and the fact that she loathed Dixie despite barely knowing her. The pink haired rogue just hated the blondie and her pride just could conceive the idea of losing to her. Dixie was very strong, Poison had found that out already. That was the reasons why she had a hard time staying on her feet, and the reason why Poison tried to trap the cowgirl with a headlock; hoping to use Dixie as support and to have some time to recover, but Dixie was not going to allow it.

"Aughh bitch!" Poison yelled in frustration as Dixie pulled her arm, breaking the headlock before Poison could really lock it in. Finding now that her arm was trapped by Dixie, Poison immediately tried to slip away, pulling on her arm and when that didn't worked she swung her free hand trying to smack Dixie's face with a hard slap.

Dixie stumbled forward out of the headlock, glad to have escaped before Poison could really work her over with it. She was tired, and hurting, and she knew that any kind of submission at this point would just wreck her. She needed to bring Poison down before that could happen.

She forced herself to quickly turn back towards the rogue, shaking her head as she looked back towards her, trying to keep a hold the woman's arm, but as she did...

Smack.

The sound of Poison's slap striking against the cowgirl's face echoed throughout the arena, and the sheer impact of Poison's blow forced Dixie away again, the cowgirl staggering several steps away from her. Her face was red, lingering remnants of Poison's hand spread across her cheek. Dixie naturally dropped her hands from Poison's arm, lifting a hand to rub at her cheek, completely shocked that the woman had just slapped her like that!

Even Poison was surprised by how loud that smack had echoed around the arena, and the crowds 'uuuuuuuuuuh' reaction was so satisfying, almost as much as the shocked look in Dixie's face. "Awwwwww bitch got bitch slapped." Poison said mockingly. She wasn't going to waste a chance to make fun of the blonde and she was pretty sure that slap was stinging Dixie's pride as much as it w as stinging her cheek.

Poison tried to see if her fingers were marked red in Dixie's face but the cowgirl had placed a hand over it not letting Poison see. Grinning maliciously Poison raised her other hand and swung it towards Dixie's face, trying to slap the cowgirl's other cheek in exactly the same fashion she had before. It wasn't a devastating attack, but it sure was an embarrassing one.

"Gyuuuh!"

Dixie's head snapped to the other side as Poison's hand slapped against her other cheek, the sound of her hand striking flesh echoing through the arena once more.

Alright. Enough is enough. Dixie thought to herself, taking another step back, her eyes quickly focusing on Poison again.

The cowgirl's own arm raised up, and she moved in towards Poison. She swung her arm straight towards her, not to slap the woman, but to try and backhand her straight across the face, letting out a guttural roar as she did so. She planned on bringing this bitch down, right here, and right now.

The fans seemed to love the way the two tall girls slapped each other, and they cheered loudly almost as if trying to incite a fight and goad the two into beat each other harder, which was rather pointless. "Aack!" Poison yelped as her face was smacked, way harder than she had slapped Dixie, making her stumble to the side, grimacing furiously. She could feel the sting of Dixie's hand on her cute face and the pain on her neck from her head being forced to go left and right.

"That's it bitch!" Poison yelled, no longer enjoying reading slaps with Dixie. So she decided to try something harder. Poison too a step back and then rushes towards Dixie trying to hit the cowgirl across the chest with her forearm with a short start clothesline.