Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

Dixie's body shuddered, as she felt her arm impact with Poison's chest, sending the girl flipping over the ropes. "Yes!!" she cried out, thinking she had sent the woman right out of the ring to the floor, as she grabbed onto the ropes to keep her own self from being carried over. She grinned at the thought, thinking she had turned things back around on Poison.

At least, she thought that way until she felt Poison pushing against her arm, the woman clawing at the ropes to stay on the apron. Her grin quickly faded away, the cowgirl taking a step back away from her pink-haired opponent. She heard Poison's insult and glared at her, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"Like you've got any room to talk!" Dixie cried back at her. She took another step away from Poison, then went charging in towards her again, this time ducking low, aiming a shoulder towards the woman's midsection. Her plan was to nail Poison with a spear, hoping to knock her right off of the apron and down to the floor below.

"I...am....so....going....to..fuck you up..." Poison said between pants, holding the ropes with one hand while she hugged her big breasts with her other arm. Trying to make her round boobs stop bouncing and jiggling was quite a difficult task, especially after such a hard blow had her sucking in air, making her expand her chest rapidly. The tiny top she was wearing didn't helped at all and Poison had to take some seconds to adjust it. It wasn't so much that she cared about the fans catching a glimpse of her nipples; she didn't wanted to have to show skin because of how hard Dixie had hit her.

All the time Poison needed to recover from the brutal clothesline wasn't wasted by the blonde cowgirl that backed up and came in charging. Poison tried to put her arms in front of her as a sort of defense, but although that helped soften the impact on her tummy, it didn't helped counter the push behind the blow. "OUFFFFFF!" Poison groaned as Dixie's shoulder dug deep into her belly driving away a lot more air. The pink-haired girl's eyes opened wide when she felt her cute ass slipping through the ropes and soon she could feel the middle rope against the back of her knees, while the top one scratched her back and slapped the back of her head, making her hat fly of her head and land inside the ring while she fell out. Panicking, Poison tried to grab something, anything to stay inside the ring and the first thing her fingers caught was Dixie's blonde hair. Still this was not enough, as she blonde locks of the cowgirl slipped through her fingers. All she managed to do was give Dixie a hard hair pull as her butt landed on the apron outside of the ring and from there she rolled, and fell all the way out into the cold concrete outside.

"UGHHH AGHHHH!" Poison moaned as she rolled on the floor, hugging her sides grimacing in pain. "....fucking whore.... I'm going to kill her...." she managed to say as she kicked her feet on the ground, trying to make the pain go away.

Dixie grimaced as Poison tried to grab at her blonde hair, but the feeling only lasted a moment, the pink-haired woman's grip slipping away as she fell to the floor below. She grinned, straightening back up, leaning against the ropes to stare down at Poison outside of the ring. "Hey!" she called down to her in a cheery sort of voice. "Thought you were gonna fuck me up, huh?"

She pushed off the ropes, stepping back to where Poison's hat had landed. Leaning down (and giving the audience quite the nice view of her bottom as she did so) she picked up the hat, standing back up, looking at it with a grin. With one smooth motion she flipped it over and tucked it onto her own head, gaining quite a few cheers from the audience at the action. Then, the Texan stepped back towards the ropes, sliding under them and out of the ring to meet up with Poison again.

She stepped towards the woman, and leaned down, going to grab her by the arm to pull her back up to her feet. "Come on, up ya go," she teased as she pulled Poison back up. She kept a tight hold on her arm as she did so, flashing the rogue another one of her big grins, before trying to swing her around, trying to whip the girl face-first into the apron of the ring!

"oh you fucking ugly bitch... that is not the only thing I am going to do to you..." Poison groaned while she rolled on the floor, still hurting badly from that fall. Poison cursed Dixie some more while she laid there but it was mostly incomprehensible insults. She slowly got to her fours, rubbing her back while the fans took the chance to take lots of pictures of her sexy downed figure. Right as she was going to stand up, Poison felt Dixie's arm grabbing hold of her, forcing her to go up in a way she didn't wanted.

"Let me go, you pig!" Poison screamed as she was forced to stand. She just had a second to get furious when she noticed that Dixie was now wearing her hat, and then she was whipped towards the ring apron. "UGHHHHH!" Poison groaned as she hit face first the side of the ring, barely having time to put her hands in front of her to somewhat alleviate the impact. She bounced off the apron and staggered back; backpedaling like drunk while she covered her mouth with both hands. Her vision was blurry bit she still had enough focus to stare at Dixie with pure hatred in her lovely eyes.

Every insult that Poison threw her way, every nasty name that the woman called her, only served to piss Dixie off more and more, only made the cowgirl want to kick her ass even harder.

"I'll show ya a pig!" she shouted back at the woman, waiting for her to stagger away from the ring. Once she did, Dixie came charging right back in towards her again. Out came the cowgirl's arm, stiffening as she closed in on Poison, aiming a second clothesline straight for her large, bouncy chest. She wanted to get the skanky girl back on the ground, and figured that she could catch her off-guard with a second clothesline, this one just as strong as the first!

Poison's cute nose and lips were hurting horribly and that had brought some tears to her eyes that made her vision blurry. All she could see of Dixie was a big blonde blur. She backpedaled some more trying to get some distance between herself and Dixie, but the blonde blur seemed to be coming towards her and coming fast. Sensing she had nowhere to go, as she could already hear the fans yelling right behind her, Poison decided it was better to stand her ground. Dixie was probably going to crash against her anyway so the pink haired rogue planted her feet on the floor, as firmly as her heels allowed, and doubled over, giving the fans a very good view of her barely covered bottoms. Poison squared her shoulders and opened her hands, trying to get in the right position so that when Dixie crashed into her, it would be with the tummy right into her shoulder.

Dixie came rushing straight towards Poison, the Texan moving like an out-of-control freight train. She was confident that she was going to take down Poison again, she just knew that within seconds the pink-haired woman would be on the floor at her feet.

But she was wrong. By the time she noticed Poison doubling over, she was too close and moving too wildly to stop herself. She rushed forth, and her opponent's shoulder went ramming straight into her gut, stopping her charge. Dixie's eyes grew wide as she doubled forward over Poison, leaning against her as the air was forced from her body, all of her momentum suddenly sapped away.

Poison groaned as Dixie's curvaceous body collided with hers. Even with the preparation and the advantageous positioning she had to take a step back to contain the blonde, and her high heels once again almost made her lose her balance. The pink haired rogue smiled as she felt Dixie doubling over her and quickly moved both of her hands to grab a good hold of Dixie's ass. "Mmmmm... not bad..." Poison teased Dixie as she squeezed the blonde's ass, and then with a loud groan she pushed up, trying to lift Dixie up over her shoulder. Knowing her balance was not very good and deciding that from now on she was not going to wear high heels to the ring, Poison did the only thing she could once she had Dixie high enough, let herself fall back, attempting to make Dixie land face and tits first into the cold floor.

Despite her bad positioning and the pain from having impaled herself on Poison's shoulder, Dixie couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she felt Poison's hands grabbing hold of her large ass, grabbing on and giving the cowgirl a sudden squeeze. She hated this. She hated when her opponent's went straight for her sensitive bottom like this. It was embarrassing, and she could feel her cheeks turning red as Poison fondled her buttocks.

But, luckily for her (in a manner of speaking, anyway), she didn't have to deal with it for too long. Up off her feet the Texan was lifted, and the next thing she knew, she had been dropped onto the floor, hitting it face first.

Dixie let out a sharp cry as she hit the lightly-padded floor of the arena, rolling onto her side afterwards. She held her face with one hand, the other held against her chest. Being slammed down like that had hurt, and she could feel all the momentum that she had been building up just slipping away.

Poison laughed aloud when she heard Dixie's moan. "Oh what a slut!" Poison said as she turned around to watch how badly she had hurt her opponent. And by the way Dixie laid there holding her face and chest it seemed it had been pretty bad. "This is what we do to pigs here!" Poison teased as she moved towards Dixie, going directly to grab the blonde girl hair to pull it real hard up.

"Get up, slut... The fun has just begun!" Poison said as she tried to make Dixie stand up back to her feet only to then raise a knee, aiming to connect with the sexy blonde's tummy.