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

[Devastated]

Dixie slammed Aisha down onto her back with a standard fire(wo)man's carry, watching Aisha's body flop on the mat and roll onto her side. A sight to be seen of course. Aisha was a lovely woman, sometimes even lovelier when she was writhing in pain. Perhaps that was why she made for such an entertaining wrestler for the crowd? That was a bit of a gloomy thought of Dixie, especially about her rival and sort of friend, Aisha.

Still, Dixie was in a very good position now and she was planning to see if Aisha was done yet. The Cowgirl would look to place herself down on top of Aisha, looking to actually lay her shoulder down against Aisha's generous chest, her arms reaching out for not just one, but both of Aisha's legs and looking to fold Aisha up for a double leg pin attempt.

[Lunaspark]

Once again Dixie came to pin Aisha, but this time, the dancer was ready. Despite how rocked she had been by Dixie, despite the great pain her body as in, her experience came into play, the Diva realizing she had a chance here.

When Dixie came forward and lifted up her legs to fold them over, Aisha struck. She tried to kick them out towards the cowgirl, trying to scissor them around Dixie's body before they could be bent over onto her, the Diva gritting her teeth as she tried to squeeze her oldest rival in-between her long and dangerous legs!

[Devastated]

As Dixie went to hug those legs and grab a hold of her rival for a strong fully controlled pin, the Diva's long deadly legs had different plans. As they shot open and grabbed a hold of the large chested cowgirl's head. Pulling her downward onto the mat in the process and locking the Three Count Cowgirl into a deadly headscissor.

Probably the number one hold you didn't want Aisha to lock in. There were few wrestlers with as deadly, well toned and smooth legs as Aisha, and as they started to squeeze her body....Dixie got a terrifying reminder why her and Aisha had always had such even matches. " Uurghh!" Dixie growled out a loud grunt of pain, her legs kicking and arms flailing as she was being squeezed, her well-trained core practically already crumbling from the pressure that Aisha was putting on it.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha grunted, and hissed, and snarled, as her legs locked around Dixie, crushing the Texan's waist in-between them. She had a mad look on her face, almost insane, as she strengthened her hold, trying to wear Dixie down.

This was it. Aisha knew, she knew that if she could wear Dixie down with this, that she could finish her off. All she had to do was keep the hold locked in, just long enough to take the rest of the fight out of the cowgirl...

[Devastated]

Dixie was in a tough spot for sure, her ribs felt as if they were caving in from the pressure of Aisha's strong legs. She shook her head, hands moving down to Aisha's strong thighs, grabbing, squeezing and pounding on them. She gasped out in pain every now and then from the pressure, her mouth watering from the pain that was rampaging through her torso.

" Aargh!" Dixie cried out, she shook her head and tried to twist and turn. Dixie tried to turn and move up back to her knees...if she could do that, then she would quickly try and place her hands on Aisha's shoulders and pin them down against the mat. Attempting a pin attempt on the dancer while being torture in this hellish hold.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha couldn't believe it. Even with as much pain as the cowgirl was in, even as tight as she had locked her hold, Dixie was still fighting back, and was trying to pin her to the mat.

...well, she could believe it. It was Dixie, after all.

With a frustrated yell, Aisha released her legs from around Dixie's waist, and kicked out hard, breaking Dixie's attempt at the pin before she could get even a single count from the ref.

She wasn't going to lose here. She couldn't lose here. Not against Dixie, and not like this!

[Devastated]

Dixie's gloved hands grabbed at Aisha's shoulders, pinning them down firmly against the mat as she tried to get Aisha to choose between her own hold and getting pinned down. It was a bit of an 'I dare you' challenging Aisha to see if she could make Dixie submit before she was counted out by the pin, it was a gamble which greatly favored Dixie Clemets though.

Which was why the Dancin' Sister decided to give in before even a one count, kicking up hard and shoving the cowgirl away from the world famous singer. Dixie grunted as she was released from the hold, rolling away and starting to push herself up to her knees, arms wrapped around her midsection, spent breath and low groans leaving her mouth which was practically heaving out steamed breaths.

Her body felt hot and heavy, her brow was covered in sweat. Bangs clinging to her forehead. " Hah- damn them legs of yours. They ain't natural dammit." Dixie said as she rose to her feet, a grin cracked on her face as she would raise her hands and move in towards Aisha. Fully expecting her rival to be up and ready to throw down, already feeling how the end was drawing closer and closer. Dixie would try and close the distance with a wary stride that was masked by mock confident stride. " Hoh!" Dixie shouted as she would throw a strong right hook aimed right for Aisha's pretty face.

[Lunaspark]

Dixie's expectations were in the right. By the time the cowgirl had gotten up, Aisha was already back on her feet, just as hot and sweaty and tired as the blonde was. She was wanting to end this just as much as Dixie was, and Aisha too could feel the end drawing ever nearer.

Dixie's fist slammed into Aisha's face, and the dancer let out a loud, pain-filled grunt, her head snapping to the side. Only momentarily, however. She was quick to whip her head back around, her long hair moving wildly as she glared back at Dixie, and gave the Texan in equal, firing off a big right hook of her own straight towards Dixie's face!

[Devastated]

Dixie's fist smacked straight into the face of Aisha, feeling the soft flesh of that cheek against her heavily gloved hand, but right after she had snapped that head backwards, Dixie had to brace, focus and concentrate on not falling forward. She was so darn hurt and tired that it was difficult just to remain standing. Yet she refused to drop, it just took a bit of extra effort.

Effort took time, and that was time Aisha used to step forward. Driving her heavily gloved fist into the face of the Three Count Cowgirl, the face of Dixie smacked to the side, there was a spray of sweat droplets in the air as Dixie's head swung and hair with it, she staggered back a step and then another, before she managed to right herself. Panting hot breath that practically came out as steam, for the air around was cold compared to the cowgirl's internal heat.

She stepped right back to Aisha, a light grin on her face as she would swing out her right hand again. A big right hook aimed right at Aisha's pretty face once again.

[Lunaspark]

A second time, Dixie's fist slammed into Aisha's cheek, and for a second time her head went snapping to the side, spit and sweat flying from her face and lips as she stumbled backwards. Still she remained standing though, too stubborn to let Dixie take her down and too stubborn to realize how much she was hurting.

It took a few seconds, but the dancer soon regained her balance, and once again she looked back at Dixie, the look on her face a cross between a glare and a grin. Just like before, she stepped forward once more, and threw out yet another big right hook towards the cowgirl, trying to clobber her right in her face again.