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

[Devastated]

Dixie would watch Aisha stagger back after her strike, it looked like it hurt cause Aisha was taking a little bit longer than Dixie had to adjust herself and get her balance back. " Com'on sugah!" Dixie let out as she held her arms up. Spurring her rival on of course, she wasn't going to lose to Aisha, but she wasn't going to let Aisha claim she didn't give it her all either when the Three count Cowgirl had won.

Aisha's fist came in hard, smacking Dixie right by the corner of her left eye, and with it spinning the cowgirl to the side, not just head but entire body. She stumbled and staggered. Her head rang loudly, so loudly she thought for a second she had gotten tinnitus from the blow. As she blinked her eyes and shook her head a little it slowly faded and sound came back to normal, she groaned, placed her left hand against her head.

In a stroke of desperation after the punch, she would swing her right arm out wildly to try and smack Aisha hard in the same place the Dancer had just hit her.

[Lunaspark]

This was it. This was her moment. Aisha saw Dixie stagger, and she could tell that her punch had rocked the cowgirl, and she could sense the desperation in Dixie's movements. This was her chance to strike, and perhaps bring this match to a proper close!

As Dixie's arm swung towards her, Aisha weaved down and to the side, letting it harmlessly and narrowly sail past her. At the same time, she stepped in quick, her leg coming up towards Dixie. With everything she had, as much strength as she could muster, she swung it towards the bigger blonde, trying to hammer her squarely in her midsection with a big, sharp kick!

[Devastated]

Dixie's eyes widened as her fist swung past the pretty face of the dancer, one lucky hit couldn't be her demise! She refused, quickly pulling her arm back to try and go for another with her left arm instead. Yet as she pulled that arm back, she was left vulnerable still.

That was the window that Aisha had sought. Bringing her lethal leg up and smacking it straight into Dixie's well trained abs. "Guurgh!" Dixie grunted out a loud gasp, air and spittle rushing out of her mouth as she hunched forward. Arms wrapping tightly around her arms, holding, shielding, protecting her abs as she staggered backwards. Retreating from her rival...

This...was....bad...

[Lunaspark]

Aisha kick had connected, and with it, the diva saw her path to victory.

Dixie was hunched over, backing away from her, and Aisha couldn't have asked for a better position for her rival to be in. She inhaled sharply, taking a deep breath and gathering her strength. Then, the diva exploded forward, racing towards Dixie, hoping, praying that her next move connected.

She used up the last of her energy, bounding into the air as she neared the Texan, lifting and extending her legs towards Dixie. She was trying to nail her against the back of her head and her neck with her Dancing Queen finisher, a powerful scissors kick that she was sure would end the match!

[Devastated]

There wasn't anything for Dixie to do, she turned her head and saw Aisha bound up into the air with that long and powerful leg extended up in the air. Then suddenly it snapped into the back of her head and neck, shutting Dixie down with a brutal impact as it sent the cowgirl crashing onto her chest down onto the canvas.

The Dancing Queen finisher of Aisha cracked into the back of Dixie's head, as she was struck by that scissor kick. The Texan was down....and from the looks of it, fairly out as well. She laid on her front, cheek pressing against the mat as she was breathing softly against the canvas.

[Lunaspark]

Dixie went down, as Aisha landed on her rump, and the diva knew she had her. She had her!

Tiredly, desperately, Aisha threw herself at Dixie, rolling her over onto her back, sliding her body onto the cowgirl's for the pin. She lifted a leg, and closed her eyes, waiting for the sound of the referee's counts to reach her ears. Soon enough, she would hear it begin, her heart growing anxious as she waited to see what would happen.

"One...!"

[Devastated]

Dixie was pretty darn out of it, that nasty scissor kick of Aisha had sent her straight down onto the mat in a heap and when her old time rival threw herself on top of the three-count cowgirl and rolled her over onto her back, hooking a leg and pressing her down against the mat even more firmly.

The blonde Texan would groan, the count was something which she could clearly hear....at least she thought she could hear clearly until the actual words came. The smack of a hand against the mat sounded normal, but she couldn't make out the words of the referee.

" Two!..."

Dixie started to stir, started to struggle and twist, muster the strength to kick.

"Three!!!" It was too late though, the three count came and with it the bell rang, Dixie push up and tried to shove Aisha off of her, just a second too late.

[Lunaspark]

Dixie was actually able to shove Aisha off, but she was indeed just a second too slow. If she had been just a moment faster, she could have broken the pin, but as it stood...

Dixie shoved her off, and Aisha rolled onto her back beside of her, panting, her chest heaving as she tried to calm down her excitement, but it was too much, and the joy in her words was easily noticeable.

"Hah!...haaaah! I...I got you, Tex! I got you good! Just like I promised!"

Even as the announcer declared her the winner, the crowd cheering around her and Dixie, Aisha just lied there, eyes closed, her body mostly unmoving. "I told you, Dix! I...aaa...I told you to be ready for a hell of a fight...!"

[Devastated]

Dixie's frame slumped right back down onto her back after she had shoved Aisha off of her, panting out and groaning as her eyes started to open up. She shook her head and brought her right arm up towards her aching skull.

" Dammit..." Dixie let out under her breath, closing her left hand into a fist and banged the bottom of it against the mat. She turned her head and looking over at Aisha who was laying beside her. Their impressive chest rhythmically rising with each breath they took.

" Tch...You got lucky...." Dixie let out through panted breath as she would then turn her head and stare up against the lights. " Dammit!...G-good match Esh...ah gotta admit, it was one helluva fight..." the cowgirl spoke, gritting her teeth a bit in frustration at the loss.

[Lunaspark]

Aisha laughed, turning her head to look towards Dixie, opening her eyes just enough to see the cowgirl. She flashed her a tired grin, and clicked her tongue at her rival.

"Luck had nothing to do with it, Tex. I took you down fair and square." She paused for a moment, trying to catch her breath, and then spoke up again, nudging Dixie with her words.

"You're going to be cheering for me next round of the tournament, right? You'd better be rooting me on, you hear?"