Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

Dixie heard Poison's words, and despite the pain she was in she couldn't help but get mad. She grit her teeth at the sound, slowly turning her head to look up at Poison. "I'm not a slu-AAAH!" she cried out, as the pink-woman woman grabbed at her own blonde hair, giving it a sharp tug to help yank the cowgirl up to her feet.

Dixie would have had more choice words for Poison, but before she could stammer them out, up came the woman's knee, driving itself keep into Dixie's stomach. Once again, the Texan doubled forward, and her eyes grew wide. She clutched at her gut with one hand, the other resting on her knee, as she leaned forward towards Poison. Every advantage she had held had been taken away now, and for the time being she was entirely at the mercy of her opponent.

"I am not a sluuuuut..." Poison mocked Dixie trying to make her voice sound as pathetic and stupid as possible. The pink haired rogue giggled as she held Dixie by the hair with one hand pulling down to keep the blonde doubled over. "You are a pathetic pig-faced slut loser..." Poison kept verbally abusing her opponent while she yanked the girl's hair from side to side, trying to keep her dazed while she kicked out her high heels; she had had enough of them already and what she planned to do next required her to have a much more solid footing.

Now with her bare feet on the canvas, Poison pulled Dixie's hair up to make the cowgirl stand as she sneaked behind her, quickly wrapping her right leg around Dixie's left and then, grabbing hold of the blonde's head with both arms, bend Dixie's curvaceous body in a tight abdominal stretch.

Dixie yelled, as Poison began to jerk her head back and forth. She hated having her hair pulled like that, even if she was guilty of doing it to other women! She hated it, and it felt so embarrassing, especially with Poison's nasty insults raining down at her.

"Guh...least I'm not a shit-eating skank like you, bitch," she hissed back at Poison, taking a moment to catch her breath as the woman kicked off her shoes. She took a deep breath, ready to try and fight back while she had the chance to do so, but before she could act, Poison suddenly yanked her straight up. The cowgirl yelped out again as her hair was jerked up, but once again before she could act, Poison had slipped behind her. Within seconds she had been grabbed again, twisted int into the abdominal stretch.

"A..aah!" cried out Dixie, wincing as pain as Poison started to work her over with the hold. "L-let me go!" She seemed trapped in the hold, for the moment at least, and now Poison was holding every advantage over her. The cowgirl was stuck, and could only hope she could find the strength to try and power herself free.

"Keep talking, slut and I'll make you lick the dirt from my soles after I kick your ass..." Poison said, taking advantage of her dominant position to taunt her helpless opponent. Poison kept pushing on Dixie's head trying to bend the girl's torso more and more to the side while she kept the cowgirl's lower body firmly in place. And to make her threats about making Dixie lick her soles all the more fun, for her at least; once she had Dixie's body bent to the side enough to try it, Poison raised her left leg and tried to wrap it around Dixie's head as her hands went from holding the cowgirl's head to try to grab her right arm and pull it back.

"Wanna give up, slut?"" Poison teased as she tried to put her foot as close as she could to Dixie's face while struggling to keep her balance now on only one leg.

Sweat was rolling down Dixie's body as Poison bent her more to the side, keeping her trapped completely in her submission. It wasn't a good spot for her to be in, especially as Poison's long, sexy leg lifted up, wrapping around her head. Her arm getting yanked back only made things worse, keeping the cowgirl locked completely down.

"Nn...I...I told ya! Ah'm not a s-slut!" she howled back at Poison, shaking her head as much as she could in denial at the woman's words. Poison's words were really getting under her skin, really making her angry as she was worked over by the hold. "J..jes' let me go!" She howled at the pink-haired woman, her entire body trembling in the hold. It was too much. She had to get free. She couldn't just let Poison wear her down like this!

The fact that Poison was off of her balance didn't escape Dixie's notice though. She knew what she needed to do, she just hoped she could pull it off. Straining, she quickly tried to slide one of her legs backwards, trying to snag it around Poison's sole standing leg. She let out another howl, trying to pull her leg back after that, hoping she could disrupt Poison's balance and send both of them crashing to the floor.

"Oh well... after I am done with you, you will wish you worked on the streets instead of this. You won't need to change your looks; the beatings would be less painful...and you would get about the same money... Slut." Poison said, giggling as she never waste a chance to insult her curvaceous opponent. Now that she had Dixie locked closely, Poison could tell how strong this tall cowgirl was. Keeping her contained and in pain would have to be the priority, Poison thought as she tried to slip Dixie's arm under her left armpit, to free her arm so she could slam an elbow on the exposed side of her opponent.

Poison lifted her arm once more, preparing another elbow to Dixie's ribs when she felt the cowgirl wrapping a leg around her support leg and all she could do before hitting the mats behind her was to cling to Dixie's body. ""UGHHH!" Poison groaned as the two big girls landed hard on the canvas, making the board creak and the ring shake. Poison wasn't a very skilled mat wrestler, but she knew a couple of moves that she used quite effectively. She had Dixie's arm in reach and one leg still over the cowgirl's head, so what she did was grab hold of Dixie's trapped arm with both hands and slipping her other leg up, over Dixie's body, she tried to lean back and trap the cowgirl in a sort of armbar.

Dixie's body jerked in Poison's hold, as the woman's elbow slammed into her side. Dixie was a tough woman, made out of solid stuff, but elbows like that really hurt, especially when she was tired up in such an infuriating hold.

She stifled a cry of pain, not wanting to give Poison the satisfaction of hearing her yell out, and jerked on her leg. Down to the ground the two of them went, falling to the floor, and for a brief moment Dixie thought this would be her moment to escape. It wasn't meant to be, though. As the first hold was broken, Dixie felt her clever opponent reaching over, snagging her arm tight and jerking it quickly into the armbar.

"D...dammit!" yelled out Dixie in frustration, her body quivering as she felt Poison starting to lock in the submission. She couldn't let her do that. She couldn't let her get the cowgirl trapped into another damn hold, not so soon after the last. As Poison began to pull back on her arm, Dixie began to strain against her, flexing her arm against the hold. She was trying to use her strength to stall, to keep Poison from fully locking in her hold. At the same time, she tried to throw her body upwards, trying to bring her other arm around towards Poison, in hopes of landing a wild, barely aimed punch towards her. It was a desperate move, but Dixie was in a desperate spot, and she had to do something to keep that armbar from trapping her.

Poison grinned again as she secured the blonde's arm, pressing her thighs tightly around the slender limb trying to make it as useless as possible to then bend it in the wrong direction. Feeling once again confident in her position, Poison couldn't resist the urge to start running her mouth again. "You know, Dixie..." she started talking nonchalantly as if she was speaking with a friend. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like... to be like you.... you know.... be a lame loser and suck and stuff..." Poison added and then laughed aloud as she kept pulling Dixie's arm.

Poison's laugh was cut by an unexpected punch that landed dangerously close to her mound. The hit made her let of Dixie's arm, more from the surprise than from the pain. She quickly pulled her legs back, placing her feet on Dixie to push eh blonde away as she rubbed her navel with one hand. "UGHHH!I knew you where a dirty whore!"

As soon as Poison released her arm and went to push her away, Dixie rolled in the opposite direction, glad to have a moment to rest after enduring the pink-haired woman's holds. She took a deep breath, starting to climb back to her feet, as she flashed a tired grin towards Poison. "Heh...big words from a gal that looks like she'd be more at home on a street corner than in the ring..." she fired back, trying not to let her opponent get under her skin too much. "Maybe after I cuff you up, we can drag ya out to the street and see jes' what happens, huh?"

She slowly pushed back up to her feet, the Texan rubbing at her arm a little. "First things first though, I gotta get back at ya fer thinkin' you'd put me away so easy, heh..." With that said, she gave Poison a thin smile, raising her arms up defensively as she began to move back in towards the woman, ready for a second round against her.

Poison rolled away from Dixie and close to the ropes. She grabbed the ropes and used them to get back up to her feet. The cute pink haired rogue got up and turned around to see that Dixie was also back to her feet and approaching. "Whatever whore... you are going to lose one way or another..." Poison said with a disdainful smirk. She leaned her body against the ropes and used them to bounce towards Dixie, trying to get some extra momentum so that when she collided with Dixie she would have an extra 'oomp' to start pushing the tall blonde backwards.