Tiffany Laurence vs Dixie Clemets

The San Antonio native was pushed up and off of Dixie's body as the Yankee Rose kicked out at the last second.
"Dammit!" she yelled out of frustration. Getting shakily to her feet, she roared at the ref "Three! Can't you count to three, you blind bat!?"
The ref, who was anything but blind, shook her head and held up two fingers.
Muttering obscenities about the ref's sight based abilities under her breath, Tiffany would turn towards Dixie, looking to go pick her up off the canvas and pull her fellow cowgirl to a standing position.

Dixie grit her teeth as she felt Tiffany lift her back up. Truthfully, she could have gotten up herself, but she wanted her Texan rival to waste her strength hauling Dixie up to her feet. Once she was standing back up though, she would burst into action. She quickly gave Tiffany a shove, trying to put just a bit of distance between the two of them, then drew back her arm. She was going to finish this, right now, even if it meant beating Tiffany to a pulp, and that was exactly what she had in mind. Back her arm came, and then Dixie swung it forward, trying to hammer Tiffany right in her big chest with a huge, hard chop!

Gasping Tiffany stumbled back. Dixie had pushed her away! But before she could strike at her foe, pain exploded across her chest as her fellow Texan gave her a vicious chop, making her cry out in pain!
Gritting her teeth, Tiffany struck back, her hand slicing across the top of Dixie's breasts in a return chop of her own!

Dixie was about to draw her arm back again, about to fire off another one her chops towards Tiffany, but it seemed her fellow Texan had the same idea. Tiffany's hand struck right above Dixie's own big, round tits, causing them to bounce around as Dixie recoiled from the attack. She grit her teeth harder, rubbing her chest for a moment where Tiffany hit her. She glared towards her rival for a moment, then let out a big scream, lunging back at Tiffany with another hard, angry chop, aiming to strike her right in the center of her chest!

Taking the hit, Tiffany gasped in pain, reeling back from the massive chop to her chest.
"Graaah!" she yelled as she drew back her hand and let fly, looking to deliver a retaliatory strike across her fellow Texan's chest.
However, she had decided that if Dixie struck back, she herself would try to duck the blow and run past Dixie for the ropes behind her. Coming off the rebound, Tiffany would try to hit Dixie for a massive running boot aimed at the Yankee Rose's face, a high impact move that she hoped would be enough to put the veteran Rumble Rose star down for the last time.

Dixie went for another chop, confident that she would win in this exchange between them. When Tiffany ducked away though, she turned quick to face her.

"Chicken!" She yelled out as Tiffany ran towards the ropes. She put on a smirk, and would actually have the same idea as Tiffany. When her fellow cowgirl came running back, her own leg would shoot up, aiming a massive big boot attack of her own for Tiffany's face!

Tiffany grinned as she heard Dixie's voice call "Chicken!"
*We'll see about that..* she thought to herself as she came off the ropes.
As she kicked out with her leg, Tiffany noticed her opponent also doing the same thing.
*Oh hell...* she had time to think before Dixie's boot caught her square in the face. However, her own kick connected solidly, scoring a massive hit to Dixie's own mug.
Their bodies tangled together as the force of the kicks sent them to the mat. The cowgirls came to rest side by side, both face up. Their near arms rested on each other's chests, each girl's bust moving up and down as they panted. Tiffany was dimly aware of what was going on, her thoughts scattered through a haze of exhaustion and pain.
The ref looked around, her brow furrowed in confusion. However, she noticed both girls' shoulders were down, and each had an arm over the other. Getting down, she raised both hands, then brought them to the mat.
"One!" she called, counting on both of the Texans.

Dixie didn't notice Tiffany going for her own big boot until it was too late. She felt her foot smashing into Tiffany's face, but didn't have a single moment to enjoy it, as Tiffany's boot found it's own mark. The Yankee Rose let out a sharp yelp as she fell to the mat, landing neatly beside of Tiffany, her back to the mat and her arm across her fellow Texan's bust. She was completely out of things as the referee dropped down, and started the count, with no idea as to what was going on.

"Two!"

"Three!" the ref finished her count, calling for the bell. The crowd began to murmur in confusion. Both girls had an arm on the other, whose shoulders did she count?
Tiffany smiled to herself, thinking she had gotten the win. Staying down, she decided to rest for a moment.
Leaving the ring, the ref consulted the ring announcer for a moment. After a brief explanation of the ruling the announcer nodded and raised the microphone up to his lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that both wrestlers' shoulders were on the mat, with each girl with an arm over the other. As a result, this match has ended..in a draw!" he called.
"Draw...?" Tiffany muttered, sitting up with a groan. Her movement caused Dixie's arm to fall away from her chest. Looking at it, she realized she hadn't noticed the fact the other girl had an arm on her chest during the count, probably because she had nearly been knocked out by Dixie's kick.
Both Dixie's and Tiffany's fans began to cheer and applaud as the cowgirls began to stir...

Dixie lied there on the mat beside of Tiffany, eyes closed, her chest heaving with deep, heavy breathing. When she heard the ref count hit the third count, a smile crossed her face, thinking that she too had won the match.

When she heard the announcer declaring the match a draw though, she shot right up, sitting up and jerking her head towards Tiffany, a bewildered look of confusion on her face. "A draw?!" She almost shouted, not wanting to believe. "What the hell? That's some kind of a joke, right?"