Match D: Dixie Clemets “The Three Count Cowgirl” vs “Dancin' Sista Number 1” Aisha

[Devastated]

Dixie wheezed out in pain as Aisha dropped her frame down on top of the buxom Texan, she coughed out and felt her leg get hooked. Moaning out a low groan of pain and frustration lacing that moaning groan.

The referee dove next them them and the count had started, she raised her hand up into the air for a second time and proceeded to shout out loudly, " Two!"

The cowgirl wasn't going to let it go any further than that, summoning her amazing might. That Texas power that she packed behind her 10/10 frame, to attempt and push Aisha up with raw brute force and attempt to launch the pop diva off of her. " Y-you jokin'!" Dixie let out, frustrated that Aisha even thought she could get the win over her like that.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha went flying up and off of Dixie as the cowgirl bucked up, bouncing off a short distance away. She let out a frustrated sign of her own, then looked over, offering Dixie a shrug, as if she was saying hey, it was worth a shot.

She started to climb back to her feet, maintaining a short distance from Dixie as she carefully rose up again. She didn't advance on the cowgirl, or try to attack her again. Instead, she took a quick breath, catching her breath as she gestured at the Texan to get back up on her own feet.

[Devastated]

Dixie had managed to break out of the pin before the third count came, she watched Aisha give her that shrug as the blonde rival of hers pushed herself up to a stance, Dixie soon did the same, rubbing her iron hard abs a bit. She shook her head and then raised her arms up and looked on at Aisha.

" Yer' gonna wish you pressed the advantage, Esh!" Dixie let out as she would inch her way forward, looking as if she was going about this cautiously, stepping in and at the final moment, she would try and switch into fifth gear right away, trying to dive down and grab at Aisha by those sexy thighs. Hugging them tightly as she'd try and lift Aisha up into the air and then throw her forward with a fast pace Spinebuster attempt!

[Lunaspark]

Usually, Aisha was fast, quick on her feet. But this match had pushed her, and she was feeling tired and exhausted. Tired enough, that even as she stood, Dixie was able to lunge in and catch up.

Up off the mat she came, and down the Diva went again. She struck the canvas back first, her body arching upwards in pain before going limp against the mat, slammed down hard by the Cowgirl's brutal spinebuster!

[Devastated]

Dixie smirked after she had slammed Aisha down with that spine buster, the feeling of Aisha's shapely body arching up against her own for but a few seconds before slumping back down onto the mat as a useless husk. That was pure payback satisfaction. Dixie would move her hand up to pat Aisha's cheek, tauntingly.

" Told'ya, should have pressed that advantage of yours." Dixie teased her old rival as she would then try and take a handful of blonde hair in her gloved hand. Trying to yank Aisha up towards her feet and rise right along with her. The Cowgirl would then try and place one arm in between those long slender dancer legs, cupping that rear of Aisha as she would then try and hoist Aisha across her chest.

Dixie would walk about a little bit, flaunting her strength and control over the Pop-diva, before she would attempt to throw herself backwards, attempting to hit Aisha with a fallaway slam! Trying to bridge with it and go for a bridging fallaway slam and attempt to get a pin over the fellow American beauty.

[Lunaspark]

Nearly any slam from Dixie was enough to leave nearly any woman laid out, and so it was after the cowgirl's spinebuster. The Diva laid upon the mat, powerless to stop her rival as her more slender body was lifted up into the air, a hand holding her firm bottom, causing Aisha to stir slightly at the touch.

She squirmed against Dixie, groaning in her hold as the two of them were pushed chest-to-chest with each other, the Texan carrying Aisha around like it was no effort at all. Then, a few seconds later, Dixie threw herself back and dump Aisha back onto the mat, right onto her back, bridging her body into a perfect pin.

Aisha laid there, squirming beneath Dixie but for the moment unable to break free, as the referee hurried over to the two of them.

"One!"

[Devastated]

Dixie's strong frame were pushed up into a rather beautiful arch as she was bridging, her toes pressing against the mat as her heels were elevated. There was quite a beautiful bend to her back as her arms held Aisha firm, with her forehead pressing against Aisha's side as the crown of her blonde head pressed down against the mat.

The referee moved in and started the count, getting to the first count no problem. However, there was a problem with Dixie's arch...as there was a lingering pain in her abs that had weakened her core and in this type of pin, a weakened core left you unsteady. The cowgirl's legs quivered a bit as she held herself up with pure will.

The referee slapped their hand down against the mat once more.

"Two!" They cried out, Dixie only hoped that she could hold onto this hold for a while longer, she just needed one more count but even she had to admit that it looked bleak for gaining the win here and now. Perhaps the next slam and with a better pin.

[Lunaspark]

Before the referee could count up to the three count, Aisha's body suddenly moved. It bucked upwards, breaking the pin, eliciting a frustrated cry from the crowd, who had thought this would be the end.

After breaking the pin, though, Aisha went limp against the mat. She had the strength to stop Dixie's pin, but she didn't have the strength yet to actually get back in the game, the Diva left lying against the canvas still...

[Devastated]

Dixie was surprised that Aisha had been able to kick out from that pin of hers, she had assumed that it would have been the end of this match, yet as always Aisha was a woman full of surprises. " Wew, shoulda' stayed down Esh'." Dixie spoke out as she would try and take a handful of the lovely pop-diva's blonde hair and start to yank and try to pull Aisha up towards her feet.

The cowgirl would attempt to yank Aisha up onto her shoulders, into a fire(wo)man's carry position. She'd prance around the ring, showboating a little bit as she stepped around the center of the ring as she would then try and throw Aisha down towards the mat with a pretty standard fire(wo)man's carry slam.

[Lunaspark]

Once again, Aisha was at Dixie's mercy, helpless at the hands of the cowgirl as she hauled Aisha up and carried her around the ring.

In the next few seconds, the dancin' Diva was slammed back down into the canvas, her body jerking as she struck the mat. She kicked against the canvas, and then rolled onto her side, groaning as she reached around, holding her back in pain.