Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

It felt satisfying, for Dixie's hand to smash into Poison's face like that, to send her reeling away. The blonde sneered at her again, watching her stumble back, and took an advancing step towards her. "Something wrong?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Poison. "Come on. Ain't ya got another lil' insult fer me?"

She was answered as Poison suddenly came lunging in towards her, but Dixie was ready too, ready to put the woman down, and finally make an attempt at ending this. As Poison came rushing in, Dixie lunged back towards her, ducking down as she neared her, trying to wrap her arms around her waist, and lift Poison right off of her feet, trying to counter her charge with a quick, simple version of a spinebuster, trying to slam Poison back down against the canvas!

Poison rushed towards Dixie, trying to take the blonde down hard and was surprised to find out that Dixie was waiting for her. The pink-haired rogue moaned as she was lifted up in the air, her eyes open wide in surprise and then WHAM! The whole ring trembled as Poison was slammed hard on her back on the mats. Poison's voluptuous body bounced on the mats violently a couple of times before settling up. Her big breasts continued bouncing for a bit, almost hitting her chin and almost leaving her flimsy top.

Poison was left groaning on the canvas, grimacing in pain and spread eagled, badly stunned by that move, while the fans cheered loudly. She slowly rolled to her side, holding her back with some hand, trying to deal with the pain and the shock of being nailed to the mats like that by someone as strong as Dixie.

Dixie slammed Poison down, then breathed a sigh of relief, watching the girl spread out in front of her, feeling the ring around them shake from the sudden impact. This was it. Dixie knew she could take out Poison now and finish this. She just knew it.

She started to stand, grabbing Poison by one arm to yank her back up to her feet with her. Then, the blonde grabbed for her hair, yanking her down to force Poison to double over in front of her.

"Better say yer prayers..." Dixie muttered, before leaning forward to wrap her arms around Poison's waist, trying to lift her up and off of the mat, trying to lift her into the air and onto her shoulders, to set the pink-haired woman up for a great big powerbomb!

Poison laid in the mats spread eagled stating at the ring lights, dazed and shocked but still cursing Dixie. "Fucking...stupid...blonde.... pig...." she muttered thinking in nothing but in how much she wanted to hurt the cowgirl, but right now there was little she could do. Dixie got up to her feet way before the ring had stopped spinning around Poison's head.

"Oughhhh, bitch!" The pink haired rogue yelled as her luscious mane was pulled and she was forced to stand up. Poison tried to fight back but she was still stunned and the blonde cowgirl didn't had much trouble making her bend and putting her in position.

"Oh fuck!" The feeling of Dixie's arms wrapping around her waist filled Poison with dread; she didn't knew what Dixie was planning but she w as pretty sure she wasn't going to like it. "Fuck noooooooooo!" Suddenly Poison's feet left the mats and before she knew what was happening she found herself sitting on Dixie's shoulders stating at the fans. Power bombs were always devastating, but from a girl as tall as Dixie... Poison really didn't wanted to know how it was going to feel. The pink haired rogue looked at the arena dumbfounded with the situation and, mostly out of self preservation instinct, she moved her hands to the back of her head trying to protect it, even though she feared it was not going to be of much help.

It took some effort to get Poison up and into the air. After all, even with as strong as Dixie was, she was tired. It had been a long match, and Poison had done a real number to her over the length of it. She could feel the sweat rolling down her face as she tightened her arms around Poison, her muscles flexing as she went to lift the girl up and off of the mat, but after a few moments, it was done. Poison was up, and sitting on Dixie's shoulders, the cowgirl bracing herself, holding the rogue aloft for several seconds.


She stood there, listening to Poison's cries of resistance, and then...down she went. Falling fowards, Dixie dropped Poison towards the mat, slamming the woman down towards the canvas, dropping her foe down with the mighty powerbomb!

"Fucking pig!!! I hate you, bitch!!!" Poison yelled, knowing it may be her last chance to curse the cowgirl today and then down they went. There was a very loud BOOM as the two tall beauties hit the mats. The ring boards bent and Poison's voluptuous body bounced up and down the canvas a couple of times before she settled down, spread eagled in the middle of the ring. Then the crowd roared, cheering wildly.

Poison laid there staring at the ring lights above her like in a dream. Her body didn't moved at all, save for her chest breathing and her but breasts still jiggling after the impact.

Dixie slammed Poison down with her powerbomb, then dropped to her knees near her. She breathed hard, her own chest slowly swelling outwards, rising and falling with each labored breath she had taken. Poison was good, she had to admit to herself. She had almost had Dixie. Almost. Her problem was, she just wasn't good enough.

After a brief moment of rest, Dixie took a deep breath, and started to rise back up to her feet. She knew what she had to do to end this. She wasted little time, turning to a corner, staggering towards it with a determined look in her eyes. Once she reached it, she grabbed the pair of handcuffs that hung there, then turned back to the fallen Poison, a grin spreading across her face as she began to head back towards her.

"Yer done for, girl..." she muttered, dropping back to her knees once she reached Poison again. She reached out, trying to roll the girl onto her belly, ready to try and slap the handcuffs onto her to end this match once and for all.

Poison felt like her whole body hurt. The whole arena spun around her so fast that closing her eyes was the best alternative... but that made her feel like she was passing out, so she opened them wide to stare at the ring lights above her. Even if the lights blinded her at least she had a point to focus her. And focusing her mind was what she needed to do; it was only thanks to this and her overall badass toughness that she managed not to lose consciousness. That still didn't helped her much, she was hardly able to move, save to raise her head a bit and groan when Dixie returned and forced her to roll on her belly.

"ughhh..... cunt...." Poison said with a soft broken tone as she laid on her tummy. Her ample tits mushroomed against the mats, slid over it as she began to push herself with her shoulders, doing one last ditch effort to try to crawl away from Dixie. It seemed hopeless by now but Poison was not one to give up easily and she hated the idea of being handcuffed by 'Dixie The Pig' more than anything.

Dixie sighed, tiredly, as she watched Poison try to crawl away, trying to push herself up to make an escape. Dixie had to give her credit for at least trying, but it wasn't going to do her any good.

"You ain't going nowhere," Dixie called to her, pushing her own body up and moving towards Poison. With another heavy sigh, she moved forward, to crawl onto Poison's body from behind, adjusting herself so that she could take a seat on the woman's lower back. Then, she reached out, trying to snag one of Poison's arms, trying to bend it back towards herself so that she could lock the first cuff around her wrist!

Poison didn't went far before "ughhh!!" Dixie took seat on the small of her back. Of all the things Poison hated about Dixie that annoying accent could probably top the list. Having to listen to it while her right arm was snatched and pulled back was unbearable. "fuck....you...." Poison said, kicking her feet on the mats furiously. Then she felt the cold metal of the cuff closing around her wrist, followed immediately by a roar from the crowd.

Poison pushed her left arm up trying to get it under her face and as far as possible from Dixie as she could. It was all she could do right now.