Clash of the Southern Belles! Trixie vs Tiffany!

Tiffany's kick would connect in a loud, resounding SNAP sound, then, followed by a loud BANG as the back of Trixie's head struck the mat.

"Ugh! Dammit!"

Yep, Trixie was definately getting her money's worth with Tiffany. She looked like she wanted to win, alright. Still, her hometown of Mississippi would have to flip over on its ass before Trixie would ever think twice about giving Tiffany hell, first.
The blonde rose on her ass, one hand massaging her aching chest bone, while the other nursing her throbbing skull.

"How am I? Why, just....FINE!"

She will quickly grab for Tiffany's legs and bring her into the ground. If this worked, Trixie will assume top position, not before throwing a playful pose that declared her dominant position to the fans, of course.

Tiffany let out a brief "oomph" as she hit the canvas, her hit smacking the mat sharply. Trixie quickly mounted up while the Texan was still trying to shake the cobwebs loose, putting Tiffany at the disadvantage now.

((Man, was I gone for like...forever))

Now that the texan had been floored with Trixie ontop of her, she will atempt to reach out behind the back of Tiffany's head and drag her opponent upwards so that she was sitting up. From here, Trixie can wrap her arm around the texan's neck in a reverse-dragon sleeper, propper herself up on both knees.
If she manged to get Tiffany into this hold, she will continue to try and wear the other girl out.

"C'mon and say mah name, sugah!"

Tiffany managed to gasp out "Like hell..." while trapped Trixie's hold.
The Texan could feel herself starting to weaken as Trixie's hold ground away at her.

"Aw, shucks! whats the matter, ya lil prissy! Cat got yer tongue already, ain't ye?"

Trixie was never the type to boast and brag in a match. In truth, she had respect for the Texan gal. However, if the Mississippi Maiden wanted to prove herself in the ring, she had to somehow bring the best out of the other girl.
Trixie continued to pull and tug on the girls head, keeping her arms locked secure.

"If you aint bid on talkin' then I sugges' you git yer mouthful o' these, instead!!"

If the other girl didn't find a way out of her sleeper, nor struggled at the least bit, Trixie will use the leverage she had and shove Tiffany's head into her cleavage, making sure to force the other southern gal eat a mouthful of bosom-flesh to add more salt to injury.

Tiffany planted her feet against the mat and when Trixie leaned down to press her breasts over her face, she made her move. She swung her legs up while reaching under Trixie's stomach and pushing looking to get her legs around the Mississippi girl's neck in a head scissors and pull her down to escape the hold.

"What in tarnations!"

Trixie barely had time to process what was going on before she found herself hurled down into the mat. What Tiffany had done was a big shocker to the crowd as well as the Mississippi Maiden. Either Tiffay possessed unhuman levels of flexibility, or maybe Trixie was just high on southern shrimp and she just imaginied herself being tossed like that. Either way....wow.

Trixie gets up with one hand clutching her head.

"Whaddya made of, anyway? You more flexible than a jumpin' jellybean trapped in a peapod!"

She rasies to her feet and throws and insult at her, hoping to get the other southern girl to come charging her.

"Ima 'bout to thrash yer little head grind you up nice and soft like salad dressin', sugah!"

"Nah, I'm not that flexible, girl. Just smart enough to know when to use my strength to counter your boneheaded move. Really, a breast smother?" Tiffany laughed. "As if you could do anything with those soft little things."
She was also trying to bait Trixie into a rush and her fellow southern belle rushed in, the Texan would welcome her with a big boot to the face.

Trixie's eye's flashed.

"Whaddya say...."

Trixie barely heard the breast remark, but she quickly caught on to the word "Bonehead".

"Shucks, who you callin' a bonehead, ya prickle faced PANSY!!"

Kettle-hot steam blew out from her nostrils, and her eyes narrowed. The angrier Trixie got, the more Tiffany started to look like a bullseye, standing idly by and just waiting to get punctured. The spurs on her heel began to spin as Trixe scarped the bottom of her boot against the floor. Soon enough, the Southern Belle began to charge Tiffany, fueled with pitbull rage.