Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

There was a slight, a very slight blush that spread across Dixie's cheeks, as her body finally made contact with Karen's voluptuous form. Each of the women's bodies pushed in against the other's, and Dixie could feel her cheeks growing redder as Karen's bigger, heavier breasts pressed into her own generous pair.

She didn't have time to think about that, though. She had to focus.

When Karen closed her eyes, Dixie braced herself again, but she still wasn't ready for what was to come. She felt the surge of power rush through the bigger woman's arms, forcing her own arms back, and once again the cowgirl felt herself being forced backwards. One step, then a second, and then a third this time.

She was losing her ground and she was losing it fast, but Dixie wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. She clenched her teeth together, and closed her own eyes, letting her own strength gather for a moment, letting it build up inside her.

And then...she pushed.

The muscular, well-toned arms of the cowgirl began to bulge, began to flex harder, as Dixie opened her eyes again, letting out a low, guttural growl. She was fully focused, intent on forcing Karen backwards again, the Texan using as much strength as she could muster to shove the shorter-haired blonde away, trying once again to gain the advantage in the close, intense lock-up.

The smile on Karens face grew from cheek to cheek-she was showing the crowd who the top dog was. Realising however that the test could still go on, with Dixie most likely putting up a fight until she was down to her knees, Karen knew she had to switch gears.

As she once again reached a standstill with the strong Texan, she almost purposefully rag dolled a little-no longer pushing hard against her foe. As Dixie would undoubtedly push forward for the advantage, Karen would go for a foul, but not illegal, foot stomp, crunching her size 8 right boot on the left foot of the buxom cowgirl, purposefully aiming for the toes to further dislodge her foe.

Dixie felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of her face. She hadn't realized just how focused she had become on the lock-up with Karen. She couldn't hear the crowd, she couldn't see the bright lights of the arena. All she could think about was shoving back the woman in front of her, proving which of them was the strongest.

She kept pushing, forcing as much strength into her arms as she could, when Karen suddenly went limp. Dixie's eyes grew wide in surprise, a mixture of confusion and elation crossing her face, but her reaction was short lived. In the next instant, Karen slammed her foot into the toes of Dixie's boot.

A shockwave of pain rushed through Dixie foot and her leg, and a loud howl emerged from her lips. Almost at once the strength left her arms, the cowgirl ceasing her pushing as the terrible feeling from the stomp ran through her, the Texan left stunned and surprised by the cheap, dirty move.

A similar bead of sweat rolled down Karen's cheek;she licked her lips as the blonde cowgirl shrieked in pain. Karen COULD hear the crowd, the ref, the roar of the announcers-she just didn't care. All she cared about was that there was a powerful, blonde Texan stood in front of her, who she intended to snap in half. A blonde Texan whose hands were gripped with hers, but all attention was focused on her foot.

Karen would give a hard pull on the arms of Dixie, a change from the constant pushing so far, intending to catch the buxom blonde. As Dixie would approach, Karen would quickly release her hands, leaving Dixies arms wide but bringing her own around her tall foes waist as she fell into her embrace. Using her momentum, she would then lift the buxom blonde, and lean back, intending to send her flying in a over the top belly to belly suplex.

From the moment she laid eyes on her, Dixie had suspected that Karen might try something dirty during their match. She could tell the woman had a chip on her shoulder from first sight, and every second that she spent in the ring with her made Dixie realize more and more that Karen wasn't going to play fair if she could get away with it.

The stomp to her first simply cemented that fact in Dixie's mind, but it was far too late for her to do anything with that knowledge. Karen pulled her in close, and Dixie could feel their bodies pressing against each other as the heavier woman locked her arms around her waist. Dixie squirmed against her, their bodies rubbing together for the short second before she was hauled off of her feet, thrown over Karen and through the air by the belly-to-belly.

She crashed against the mat, near the ropes, a loud thud sounding out as she hit the canvas. She lied there, still at first, but soon rolled over, shaking her head slowly from side to side as she tried to push herself up to her hands and knees.

Karen pulled herself to a sit up position, smiling grimly to the crowd. "That's probably someone's thrown you like that," she thought to herself. Pulling herself up quickly, she turned, almost machine like, intending to go to work on the big Texan.

Seeing Dixie slowly get to her feet, she considered applying the same suplex-if it ain't broke and all that.

Reaching her foe, she opted for a different move-she didn't just want to beat this woman, Karen wanted to cement herself as a top powerhouse on the roster. As Dixie would stand, Karen would lunge, one arm wrapping around the Texans back, the other under her knees, where she would attempt to lift the big blonde in a ridiculing cradle carry. With the big blonde in her arms, she'd go on to try and throw her opponent over her, just like in the belly to belly, into the dead centre of the ring.

Dixie started to rise up to her feet, but just like that, Karen was on her again, ensuring that Dixie wasn't going to get any chance to recover.

Before the cowgirl could even finish standing up straight, she felt the woman's arms wrapping around her, scooping her off of her feet. Dixie was confused, wondering what the hell was going on as she was cradled against the larger woman. What the hell was she up to?!

She didn't have to wait long to find out. She felt Karen's weight shifting, and once again she was thrown up into the air, over the other woman once again. She rose up, and came crashing back down to the mat, slamming into it a second time. Another grunt escaped the cowgirl, and once again she rolled onto her belly, pushing herself up to her hands and knees again.

She was starting to hurt, but she didn't have time to worry about thing like pain. Karen was standing right there nearby, and every moment that Dixie stayed on the mat was another moment for her opponent to bring the hurting again.

Karen's smile again smugly arouse, as she cradled and threw the big texan once again like she was nothing. Again machine like, she turned, intending to punish the Texan more. Approaching from Dixie's legs, Karen would bend, attempting to grab that stomped left leg from earlier.

Yanking the leg hard, she'd intend to stop the Texan from standing, and, succeeding that, would the place her opponents leg over her head, so that the crook of Dixie's knee would be over Karens neck. Karen would then stand straight, pulling both upper and bottom part of Dixies leg down from her neck, like she would a torture rack, whilst at the same time lifting Dixie in the air, in a modified and extremely brutal boston crab.

Once again, Dixie didn't even have time to try to stand up. Karen was on her again, unrelenting in her assault on the cowgirl.

Her leg was lifted up, but Dixie wasn't worried, not at first. She assumed that Karen was going to try a simpler hold, something like a Boston crab or some kind of leg lock. That would have been fine. She could deal with something like that.

Even when Karen bent her leg around her neck, Dixie wasn't worried. She could take it. She could handle it. It wasn't until the heavier woman suddenly grabbed her with her other hand, and hauled her up into the air, that Dixie began to panic.

A shout escaped her, louder then before, as Karen lifted her up. Her leg was trapped, bent around the woman's neck, and she was stuck dangling in mid-air. This was something new, something she hadn't dealt with before. She could feel the waves of pain rushing through her leg as Karen pulled down on it, and said pain only made the trapped Texan cry out louder, her body shivering in the woman's unorthodox hold.

Karen bounced rapidly, once again exactly the same way she'd apply a torture rack-only this was methodical-she was using the big texans weight against her to almost cripple her.

Applying such a dominant hold to such a big character would have its effects however, and Karen wasn't intending to feel them. Before she released the hard hold, she opted to lift Dixie further, fully straightening up, and bringing Dixie off her hands she was using to support herself and avoid the maximum pain.

In this raw demonstration of power, Karen would scream in almost early victory, before roughly letting go of her opponents limb.