Dixie Clements vs Asami Asagiri

The Japanese born woman felt Dixie's weight shift as she started to step forward. Acting on instinct, Asami suddenly surged upward with a wild bucking motion of her own, while grabbing and tugging at one of Dixie's ankles. She would hopefully be able to shock the veteran with the unorthodox move. The bucking combined with the pull on one of the cowgirl's legs would, if all went well, upset Dixie's balance, which the ninja would take advantage of by continuing to pull on her foe's leg and send her face down to the mat. Keeping her hold on Dixie's leg, Asami would simply rise up and take a step back, reversing Dixie's half boston crab into..well...a half boston crab.
"Ha!" she'd crow triumphantly. "Ninja ways beat your old west mentality anyday...ow..."
She'd wince as she felt her knee give a twinge. Dixie's strength and experience had let her apply the hold much more effectively than Asami could. Even though her time in the hold had been brief, combined with Dixie's earlier punishment of the limb had left the Asian in a bad way. She knew she'd have to tread with caution during this match.

"Whoop!"

Dixie wobbled for a moment, her body shaking as Asami's body suddenly bucked up against her. She whipped her head back towards the dark haired woman, just in time for her foot to be yanked right out from her her.

"Ooof!" was the next sound to pass her lips, the sound of the cowgirl slamming facefirst into the mat. Then she winced, feeling Asami starting to put her into the very same hold she had put the ninja in.

"Damnit! They do not!" She fired right back at Asami. Dixie grit her teeth, trying to just outright ignore the hold as Asami began to lock it in, trying to pull herself right to the ropes again to force another break from her.

"Hey-" Asami protested as Dixie's strength pulled her along.
The ninja released Dixie's leg and staggered away as the Texan reached the ropes. She'd retreat to the other side of the ring, leaning against the ropes to rub at her leg.
*She's really good....strength and skill rolled into one tall blond package. But I can't just drop a loss to her just because she's a veteran of the ring.* she thought as she took a breath to steady herself.

Yet again, Dixie would grasp the ropes and use them to pull herself up to her feet. Slowly she turned, leaning back against the ropes as she gazed across the ring towards Asami, her eyes tracing the slender girl up and down. She was good, she had to admit. She was damned good, but...Dixie was better.

Finally she called across the ring towards her, still leaning back against the ropes as she shouted for Asami's attention. "Hey! Ninja! Ya ain't gettin' tired, are ya?"

"Nope. I can do this all day!" Asami called cheerfully.
But, the ninja was bluffing. Too much more punishment to the leg, and Asami knew a good part of her offense would go out the window.
She would come out of the ropes at a good run, hoping to provoke Dixie into a clothesline, which she would duck. Bouncing off the opposite ropes from where she started, the ninja would throw herself into a flying leap at Dixie, going for a Lou Thez press that would hopefully bowl the cowgirl over to the mat.

A clothesline was exactly what Dixie had in mind. She pushed off the ropes at the same time as the ninja, stretching her arm out to knock her over again...only to curse under her breath as she whiffed on the attack, Asami passing right under her arm. She quickly whirled back around to face Asami, her eyes going wide as she saw the ninja running back at her. When she realized the dark-haired girl was about to attack again, she quickly braced herself, digging her boots into the mat, and as Asami jumped up at her she would try to catch her, trying to wrap her arms right around the ninja and pull her into a tight, sudden bearhug!

"Augh!" Asami cried in surprise and frustration as Dixie caught her. The ninja managed to keep her arms free by pulling them up high at the last second, but she was still trapped in the bearhug.
She felt herself pressed against the Texan's strong body and groaned as she felt herself in the full circle of Dixie's power. She was also aware of the swell of Dixie's breasts pressing against hers, and the thought sent a thrill through her that she had to push out of her mind.

Dixie staggered back several steps as she caught Asami before stopping, the girl's momentum forcing her backwards. She grinned though, pleased at the feeling of Asami trapped within her powerful arms...and, even if she hated to admit it, the push of her large, firm tits rubbing against Asami's as she squeezed the ninja in her hold. A light pink blush formed on her face, despite the wide grin as she tightened up her arms, trying to work Asami over with her bearhug.

"Ah'm gonna make you submit!" She yelled at the ninja, continuing to squeeze her. "Jes' give up now before I hurt ya!"

"Not going to happen you wild west Barbie doll!" Asami yelled back.
As Dixie's breasts continued to rub against hers, she could feel her nipples harden, against her will. Her cheeks became slightly pink as she realized what was happening to her body.
*Even if she's crushing me, I feel her body against mine, her breasts rubbing against me, and it makes me more than a little hot.* she mentally chided herself. *Get it together!*
She gave a slight wriggle with her upper body, her thigh rubbing against the front of Dixie's groin as her legs flailed against the hold.

"Barbie doll?!" Dixie yelled, her cheeks turning redder. "I ain't some bimbo!" Her grin dropped, now a more angry look crossing her face as Asami's insult. Tighter her arms wrapped around the ninja, trying to squeeze her even tighter, even as it pressed each of the women's massive chests even harder against each other. A grunt passed her lips, then a soft moan at the feelings of closeness with Asami.

Don't get distracted! She scolded herself, trying to push any thoughts outside of winning from her mind. She glared at Asami, hoping the ninja would finally break soon and give her the match...