Dixie Clemets vs. Poison ~Handcuff Match~

Dixie let out a loud grunt, as Poison's ass slammed into her, forcing her back down to the canvas. At the same time, Poison's fingers slipped into Dixie's mouth, stretching back the cowgirl's mouth into a painful, grim expression. This was humiliating, completely embarrassing. The thing that Poison didn't seem to know, however, was that when Dixie got humiliated, she got mad. She was tired of this. She wasn't going to just lie here and let this bitch embarrass her like this!

With another moan from within her throat, this one sounding more angry then pained, Dixie drew her legs up again, and once more she would try to stand, trying to use her mighty strength to get back up on her feet again. It would be slow going, especially with Poison weighing her down, pulling and stretching on her, but Dixie knew, she just knew that she could make it back to her feet.

And once she did, she planned on getting complete payback on the pink-haired woman.

Poison loved to humiliate her victims. Adding insult to injury was always a must in her mind and there was something about Dixie that made her want to hurt and humiliate the cowgirl more. "Smile for your redneck fans!" Poison yelled, laughing as she stretched Dixie's mouth more and more, lifting up the lips into a horrible mockery of a smile.

But while Poison had her fun, Dixie began to work her way out of the hold. The pink haired rogue didn't realized what was happening until she felt Dixie's ass against her mound and realized the sexy cop was starting to get up. She immediately let go Dixie's mouth to grab the girl's chin, trying to reapply the camel clutch but it was too late now. Poison could feel known how strong and how furious Dixie was and ahe didn't liked it one bit. She tried to slam her butt on Dixie's back a couple of times to bring the blonds down but when that didn't worked she decided to pull away before things got worse. She let go of Dixie and stepped back, pushing the blonde forward trying to get some distance between herself and her opponent. "bitch" .

As soon as Poison let go of her, Dixie finished pushing herself up to her feet, staggering in the opposite direction of Poison, straight towards the ropes. She leaned against then, taking in several long, deep breaths as she rubbed at her neck, glad to be free of the hold. The clutch had done a serious number on her, and she didn't think she would have been able to take even a moment more trapped in the submission.

"Takes one to know one," she snarled, looking back over her shoulder towards Poison, a venomous look in her eyes. "And ah might be a bitch, but at least ah ain't a street-walkin' skank like you..." She pushed off the ropes, turning back towards Poison, eyeing the woman coldly. "Ya know, at first ah was jes' goin' to beat ya...but now? Now ah'm really wantin' to hurt ya, girl." Dixie couldn't deny her growing hatred for Poison, and every moment she spent in the ring with the woman was just making it grow more and more. She glared at her for a moment longer, then suddenly went lunging in towards her again. This time, though, as she neared the pink-haired woman, the Texan would throw up her leg, trying to smash a big boot right into the scantily-covered chest of the woman, hoping to catch her off her guard with the sudden, angry attack.

"Shut up, piggy!" Poison yelled back at at Dixie as she stepped back to recover her balance. Poison also wanted nothing more than to hurt the blonde; that was her usual attitude towards nearly everybody, but she felt it more strongly against Dixie.

Poison took a few more steps back and then moved to attack the blonde, but Dixie was already set in motion towards her. "Ougggggh!" Poison moaned in this pain as the cowgirl's boot slammed against her chest, crushing her tits and making her fall on her back. The pink haired rogue hugged her bug breasts and rolled on the canvas grimacing in pain and coughing as her whole body spasmed on the mats.

Dixie could hardly believe that Poison had been smashed with her big boot not just once this match, but twice. The cowgirl couldn't help but smile as Poison went down, stepping towards her fallen body. "Ah guess some people never learn, huh...?" she teased, even as she stepped towards Poison's legs. "Ah guess ah'll jes' have to remind you of who yer dealin' with here..." She knew that every word out of her mouth was pissing off Poison, so of course she was going to keep taunting her.

She leaned down, grabbing each of Poison's legs, trying to use them to flip her over onto her back. Once she had done that, the Texan would flash Poison a tired smirk, before suddenly leaning backwards, trying to flip Poison over into a catapult, hoping to send her up and over towards the nearest corner of the ring!

"Fuckung, stupid, pig bitch..." was all Poison said. She laid in the mats still hurting and dazed after being taken down. She tried to recover quickly despite the pain and crawl away from Dixie to a safe distance but the cowgirl was all over her already, first rolling Poison on her back and then locking her legs.

"Lemme go, bitch!" Poison yelled at Dixie, kicking her legs trying to get free, but the blonde was already in motion and all Poison could do as she was catapulted to the corner was scream. Poison's eyes opened wide as she saw herself flying directly to the turnbuckles. She tried to put her arms in front of her to ease the impact, but although she managed to protect her head someone, her breasts once again took most of the blow, landing directly in the top turnbuckle painfully.

Urkkkk!" Pius n groaned as she landed on the post, peanut against it with her face down to hide the grimace of pain. Her arms once again going down to hug her own breasts.

Dixie stood up after the catapult, turning towards Poison with a dark smile on her face. She hated to admit it, but she loved the sound of Poison's cry as she slammed into the turnbuckle, breasts-first. It felt good to put the foul-mouthed woman in her place, and every time Dixie pulled off another big move on her, she enjoyed it more and more.

Of course, with Poison leaning against the corner, Dixie knew she had a perfect chance to end the match. The cowgirl quickly moved in towards her, pushing up against Poison, sandwiching the woman's body between herself and the corner. She leaned in, whispering to Poison, as she reached out to the nearby ropes, where a pair of handcuffs was hanging, just waiting to be used.

"Didn't ah tell ya to mind yer manners and watch yer language?" Dixie whispered softly, pushing up close to Poison, her big, soft breasts rubbing against the woman's back. "This could have been easy for ya, but you jes' couldn't be a good girl, could ya?" She let out a soft chuckle, pushing against Poison for a moment more before suddenly stepping back from her, grabbing the handcuffs off the ropes as she did so. She then reached up, trying to grab one of Poison's arms, so that she could pull it behind the pink-haired cutie and attempt to snap the handcuffs around her wrist!

Poison was hurting badly after landing tits first in the turnbuckles. Her generous mounds had absorbed most of the impact but the landing had been hard enough to knock a good chunk of he breath as well. She coughed, holding her breasts with both arms, leaning against the corner and hating Dixie even more.

The cowgirl didn't gave Poison time to recover and soon the pink-haired rogue felt Dixie's mounds pressing against her back. "Ugggggh get off me, fucking pig!!" Poison yelled as she was crushed against the corner, having her big mounds squeezed painfully again. And the Dixie grabbed one of Poison's hand and pulled it back. The pink-haired girl gasped when she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs around her wrist.

"Oh no, you won't, bitch!" She yelled, reaching with her only free arm left back to grab the back of Dixie's hair, and then pushed herself back, putting a foot on the middle turnbuckle to try to push herself back into Dixie, pushing the cowgirl and crushing her tits.

Dixie felt satisfied, as she heard the click of the handcuffs snapping into place around Poison's wrist. Halfway there. She just needed to get Poison's other arm, and this match would be over.

She started to reach for that arm, to pull it back towards the other, when suddenly it came up towards her instead. She winced as Poison grabbed onto her hair. Then, she staggered back as Poison kicked off the turnbuckle, shoving herself right into Dixie's own generous tits, causing them to be crushed painfully against herself. Almost instinctively, Dixie raised up her own hands, trying to shove Poison back towards the corner, then step back away from her, lowering her hand to her chest, rubbing it gingerly.

"Tch...oh yes ah did," she called back to Poison, narrowing her eyes with a sly grin on her face. "Almost got ya, girly. Ya might want to jes' call it quits now..."

Poison pulled Dixie's hair hard until she was pushed against the corner. Her round breasts once again slammed against the turnbuckles painfully, but at least she had stopped Dixie from handcuffing her and winning. She turned around, leaning on the corner, grimacing in pain and panting heaviy, which made her big jugs bounce on her skimpy top and hurt even more.

"You are so fucking dead pig! " Poison said as she push to the side the locks of pink hair that were now matted over her sweaty face and then with a guttural yet very girlie growl, she charged towards Dixie, stretching her right arm, trying to catch the cowgirl's tits with it in a sort of clothesline attack.