Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

Dixie grinned wider and wider as she snapped the first cuff around Poison's wrist, as she heard the roar of the crowd around them. This match was her's, and she knew it. All she had to do was seal the deal and finish latching the woman's arms together.

But Poison wasn't going to make it easy on her. Dixie's grin melted off of her face as Poison slid her arm away, and the cowgirl groaned in annoyance. "Oh come on!" she cried out in frustration, wishing that Poison would just accept her loss.

She let go of Poison's cuffed arm, and scooted up on her body, reaching down to grab her by the hair one more time with one of her hands. "Jes' give it up!" she cried at her, trying to jerk her head up and back, so that her other hand could reach around and snatch her by her free arm, and pull it back around behind her!

Poison tried her best to escape defeat and got a bit of pleasure hearing Dixie groan in frustration, but that didn't helped her much as the cowgirl roughly lifted her head up and recovered Poison's arm, pulling back hard. Poison began to kick her legs on the mats and yell insults at Dixie, pretty much in the same way she did each time she got arrested and handcuffed. As much as she hated it, Poison had been handcuffed way too many times.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking pig!" She yelled, struggling weakly as Dixie captured her arm and brought it behind her back.

"Yell all ya want, girl, but it looks like this lil' piggy has got ya right where she wants ya!" Dixie yelled back at Poison, the crowd cheering at the cowgirl's display of dominance as she sat upon Poison, jerking her arms back into place behind her back. She didn't waste any more time, bringing each of Poison's wrists together and grabbing for the handcuffs again, taking the cold metal and snapping the remaining cuff around the criminal girl's other wrist.

Once she had it snapped into place, she rose up off of Poison and backed away, smirking down at the girl. The referee quickly rushed in and kneeled by the pink-haired cutie, checking to make sure that the handcuffs were securely locked into place before calling for the bell.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fucking pig! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!!!!" Poison yelled as she was cuffed and left there in the middle of the ring. She kicked her legs furiously and thrashed left and right as if that would help her break free from the handcuffs, throwing horrible tantrum while the crowd cheered loudly. The referee came quickly to check and Poison tried to bite her, but the ref easily moved out of the way and then stepped back to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Now the crowd got even louder, cheering and celebrating Dixie's victory. Poison pressed her face on the mats and sighed, still furious but not fighting anymore. She was so humiliated and so full of hate, that all she could think is how she was going to get revenge on that cowgirl bitch. The referee didn't seemed to be in a hurry to get the keys and free Poison, apparently thinking it would be safer for her to give Poison some time to cool off.


Winner by handcuffing... DIXIE