Dixie Clemets vs. Karen Starring

Dixie was in pain. Dixie was in a lot of pain. Her leg felt like it was on fire. Her own weight, her own big, powerful body that she was so proud of was being used against her, and she hated every moment of it. She tried to squirm, she tried to buck her body against Karen, but her fellow blonde had her trapped too hard for any of the cowgirl's motions to make much of a difference.

It was almost like mercy, then, when Karen finally straightened up, lifting Dixie higher into the air. The crowd gasped audibly as the newcomer showed off her incredible strength, raising the fan-favorite Texan higher and higher. It was an impressive and almost terrifying sight to behold, and one that Dixie obviously couldn't appreciate from her position.

Then, Karen released her leg.

As soon as she did, Dixie dropped to the mat, falling in a heap at the woman's feet. She groaned softly, and started to curl up, one hand gingerly rubbing at her leg. It hurt. It hurt like hell, and Dixie knew from experience that the worst was yet to come.

Karen shook off her hands, and shaked her head side to side- Carrying the Texan through one limb was hard; she definitely couldn't keep that up for long. She turned to the crowd as she shook herself off, looking for a reaction.

What she got was a display of disgusted faces and boos, which she responded with complete ignorance.

Turning back to her still kicking foe, Karen would press her foot down hard in the crook of the injured knee, further torturing the Texan.

By the time Karen turned back around to face her, Dixie had rolled back onto her stomach. She was going to try again to get back up, but once again, Karen wasn't letting that happen.

Dixie screamed out again, as Karen stomped down on the back of her knee, hurting that weakened leg even further. She tilted her head back, yelling out in pain and fury and anger, desperate for a break in Karen's assault, desperate to find some way of turning the tables.

She howled, but in her howling, the Texan decided to act. In an act of desperation, she reached out, with one arm, trying to snag one of Karen's legs, so that she could give it a sharp jerk and pull the dominant woman off of her feet!

Karen's head was up; she was once again circling to look at the crowd, satisfied at her evil work as she tried to cripple the much loved Texan.

As she was about to raise her hand to further celebrate her progress, she felt a hard pull on the foot she was pressing on Dixie, which, at an already in balance, quickly led her to fall, falling backwards onto her butt. Her face went red as she landed, the embarrassment of such a childish fall quickly got to the so far dominant blonde.

Karen went down, and despite all of her pain, Dixie smiled.

She had to admit that Karen knew what she was doing. Dixie didn't approve of her methods, but she couldn't deny that the woman was as strong as an ox, and she knew how to dismantle an opponent. She was right when she had guessed that this match was going to be a struggle, but seeing Karen on her ass was a good start to turning things back around.

Dixie wasn't ready to get back up yet. There was no way her leg was going to take her weight without hurting her even more. For now, she needed to stay grounded, and she knew exactly how to do that.

She quickly rose up to her knees, forcing her body to move, and turning towards Karen. She shouted at her, an angry sound, and threw her body at the woman, slamming into her and forcing her onto her back. Then, with Karen underneath her, Dixie rose up again, just enough that she could mount the woman's stomach, and with another loud shout, she drew back her arm, her hand tightening into a fist.

Then, she swung it down, aiming a wild, desperate punch for Karen's face. Then another, and another. Like a desperate beast, Dixie began to unload on the woman, trying to hammer her with punches, in hopes of wearing her down and shortening the gap between the two of them.

Karen's face was still red-she was a big girl, yet was tripped up like a schoolgirl. Distracted by her own embarrassment, the livid Texan easily jumped her, squashing her briefly as she pressed down on the red faced blonde.

Karen finally came to her senses as the first swing came in, knocking some spit out of her mouth. Her arms free, she quickly covered up; Dixie was in a full mount and unloading on her-if Karen was to escape, she had to wait until Dixie tired herself out.

The feeling of her fist slamming into Karen's face felt downright heavenly to Dixie. She kept punching, again and again, even as the bigger woman covered herself up. She was single-minded in her fury, and it didn't even occur to her that Karen was waiting for Dixie's furious assault to slow from exhaustion.

But after a few long moments of wild punches, Dixie did start to slow, the initial rush of adrenaline that had carried her to this moment starting to wear off. Her punches came slower then before, each one with less power then the ones before it, and Dixie finally started to realize that she had gotten caught up in her own anger.

She couldn't give up her position though, not when she had Karen on the defensive.

Working quickly, she reached out with her other hand, trying to grab Karen by her wrist, so that she could pull her arm out of the way, the cowgirl planning on throwing one more big, heavy punch at her, to keep her dazed long enough that she could plan (and execute!) her next attack on the woman.

Karen kept patient-each blow was making her want to tear Dixie's head off, but she needed to wait otherwise her bad positioning would get her head near torn off. As the punches started to slow Karen repeatedly starting bringing her arms down slowly, only to bring them back up with each delayed punch.

Deciding to try and use her bad positioning to her advantage, she would wait for another swing, and just before it hit, push her own head to safety in the form of Dixie's large chest, where of course she would not be able to swing at, but would also need to take care as not to be smothered;opting to turn her face ever so slightly sideways. She would then try to bring her arms up and around the big Texan, and give her a firm constriction, squeezing not just Dixie's waist against Karen's chest but also Karen's face further into Dixie's chest somewhat.

Before Dixie could throw her punch, she felt Karen shift beneath her, and before she could grab the woman's arm she knew it was too late. She didn't know what to expect, but she was ready for the worst.

She just wasn't prepared for Karen to take refuge in her chest!

Dixie's face quickly turned to the red of embarrassment as she felt Karen's face pushing upwards, into her sizable, soft breasts. "H-hey!" she cried out, surprised by the clever tactic. "G-get out of there!"

She started to reach for Karen's head, to try and pull her away, when she suddenly felt the woman's arms wrapping around her. She muttered a brief curse under her breath, angry at herself for falling for such an obvious distraction. She began to squirm, as Karen's arms began to squeeze her body, Dixie trapped withing the grounded sort of bearhug, but she bit her lip, refusing to cry out this time, refusing to give Karen the satisfaction of hearing her pain.

But her cheeks, on the other hand, told a completely different story. While her body writhed and shivered in the constricting, squeezing arms of her opponent, Dixie's cheeks burned a deeper red, as she felt Karen's face pushing closer into her breasts. If that wasn't bad enough, she could feel the other woman's own tits pushing against her bare belly, mushrooming against her flesh, Dixie's hard abs rubbing against Karen's soft breasts as the two women pressed close to each other.

Dixie honestly didn't know which was worst. The pain of the woman's arms, or the humiliating feeling of their breasts rubbing against each other!

Karen's face was one of determination as she turned her head to avoid the large cleavage, squeezing down on her powerful foe. She timed her compressions, waiting for Dixie to try and exhale, where Karen would give a firm squeeze into her figure, to stop Dixie expanding her lungs. With Dixie still in a full mount it was near impossible to trap her legs like she hoped-Karen knew that Dixie would most likely roll or crawl to the ropes, but she'd be damned if she didn't squeeze her a few inches thinner before then.

Karen didn't care much for the contact of the women's chest-it was unavoidable if she was going to try and squeeze the fight out of the big Texan.

Karen opted to keep on her back, being a complete deadweight to her opponent-if Dixie was gonna reach the ropes, she'd have to bring Karen with her.