Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

"Hah...hah..." Tiffany panted. "How's that for chain suplexes, girl?"
Although it was a feat of strength, the display had left Tiffany winded. With a groan, she draped an arm over Dixie's chest. The ref dropped to her hands and knees, her hand slapping the mat as she called "One!"

Dixie lied there, panting as Tiffany slung an arm over her. Tiffany's strength was incredible, she had already forced Dixie to work up a sweat, and if she had tried to lift up Dixie for a third suplex, well...she might have finished her off right then and there.

Fortunately for Dixie though, Tiffany was going for the pin. She was glad for it, she was taking this a moment to try and rest and regain some stamina and energy. She lied there, taking in deep breaths as the ref called her first count, glad for the brief break in the action...

Tiffany was also glad for the break. Even now, the damage from Dixie's double belly to back suplexes could still be felt, and then added on top of that the exertion of suplexing Dixie twice, left the cowgirl a little winded. Even though she knew she should hook one of Dixie's legs, Tiffany let it lie, choosing to keep her arm on Dixie's chest to keep the count going.
"Two!" came the ref's count, and Tiffany began to feel her spirits lift a little, thinking maybe the move was enough to put the former Rumble Rose wrestler away.

Dixie let out a tiny little groan when she heard the ref's second count. Looks like nap time's over... she thought to herself, as the ref lifted her hand and began to bring it right back down for the third count.

Right before it hit the mat, Dixie sighed to herself and suddenly jerked her body hard, summoning up the strength to break the pin before she was counted out. If Tiffany thought that was enough to finish the Rumble Rose off, then she was in for a rude awakening.

The force of Dixie's kickout was enough to toss Tiffany off of the Three Count Cowgirl. Looking back at her foe, she nodded to herself.
*So she wants to keep this thing going, eh? Fine by me darlin'.* she thought to herself as she got back to her feet.
Tiffany would walk over to Dixie, and if the other girl wasn't up on her feet, she would reach down, looking to grab hold of Dixie's head and start to pull her up to her feet.

Even though she had tossed Tiffany off herself, Dixie remained lying on the mat. Those two suplexes were rough, to say the least, and she still needed a moment to recover.

Unfortunately for her, Tiffany wasn't going to give her that. She groaned again as she felt Tiffany grabbing her head, jerking her up to her feet, where she stood dizzily, reaching up to hold her head with one hand, trying to clear her head before Tiffany could attack...

Switching her hold to Dixie's arm, Tiffany took a quick look at one of the far turnbuckles. Deciding on her next move, she turned towards it, and used her grip on Dixie's arm to try and irish whip her fellow Texan into the corner. She would be running behind Dixie, and when the other woman's back hit the corner, Tiffany would try to follow up with a leaping body splash.

Tiffany wouldn't get much of a fight from Dixie, not yet anyway. Without a single shred of resistance, the Rumble Rose was tossed across the ring, slamming into the corner and turning outwards, back towards Tiffany. Then again, before she could respond or react, Tiffany would slam into her. Dixie's body jerked hard, the Texan letting out a pained roar as she was slammed into the corner, then slumped downwards. She breathed hard, sitting against the corner with her arms spread out over the ropes. She was in a bad state, and needed to find a way to turn this back around.

The younger of the two cowgirls thought she could feel the momentum swinging solidly her way. The thought of having the Rumble Rose she practically idolized during her bush league days sent a thrill through her that was almost orgasmic, making her nearly giddy, making her decide on a move she normally didn't rely on.
With a grunt, she would seize Dixie about the waist, trying to lift her up, first to the second, then to the top turnbuckle. If she could get her up there, Tiffany would then climb up with her, looking to fit Dixie's head under her arm, grasping a hold of her chaps, trying to get her foe set up for a top rope suplex!

Dixie's head rolled slowly towards Tiffany as she leaned down, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her back up to her feet. She didn't quite understand what was happening, not yet anyway. Her head was still foggy, she was still in a daze from Tiffany's never ending assault on her.

She wasn't until she was hefted up to the second rope that she realised what was happening, and it wasn't until the top that she realised she was in trouble. When Tiffany herself climbed up to meet her, desperation took over. Tiffany was able to get Dixie's head tucked under her arm, but when she went to try and lift Dixie up, the Rose started to fight back. One arm shot up, wrapping itself around Tiffany's waist, trying to hold her tight to stop her from being able to lift her up for the suplex, while the hand of the other balled itself into a fist, raising up to begin striking slowly, but hard, at Tiffany's ribs, hoping to distract her and loosen her hold some so that Dixie could pop her head free.