Dixie Clements vs Asami Asagiri

Asami's eyes widened for a moment as she felt Dixie's hand rub between her legs.
"Unnhgh.." she gasped in shocked pleasure after the ref moved away.
The ninja didn't think Dixie actually had it in her to retaliate the way she did and was frozen for a second before she squeezed her legs around Dixie's head, tightening things back up for the moment. Her fingers resumed their delicate rubbing at the cowgirl's sex. Although dirty, Asami was taken by the struggle within a struggle that seemed to be happening.
"Not...gonna let you win...!" she gritted out to Dixie.

"That's why...nng...I'm just gonna take it!" Dixie fired back, the cowgirl's teeth clenched tight, her own legs squeezing as hard as she could muster. She bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning, not wanting Asami to hear such a sound from her, as her fingers contined rubbing the ninja's sex, harder and faster than before, trying to force Asami to finally give in.

"Take this,-augh!- you Texan trollop!" Asami groaned, squeezing Dixie's head hard for a few moments by straining her legs more.
However, she had to keep the hand at Dixie's sex still as the ref knelt down near her, asking if she was going to give.
"N...nooo!" she gasped out.
However, she could feel her body responding to Dixie's wild rubbing, and despite herself, she let out a moan that wasn't entirely due to the pain of the headscissiors as the ref left her to go check on Dixie. She mentally berated herself afterwards, hating the fact she gave Dixie a hint that what she was doing was affecting her, even if she was sure the cowgirl could feel her sex dampening through the thong she wore. Her legs, still around Dixie's head, loosened their hold slightly as Asami grew distracted from her work. With the ref checking on Dixie, Asami resumed her own sensual stroking of Dixie's womanhood.

"Better ta be a Texan trollop than a...aa...aah...ninja whore!" Dixie shouted back, right before Asami began to squeeze her again. Her hand stopped it's sexual motions, Dixie letting out another muffled cry. She still heard Asami's moan though, and that was all Dixie needed, her hand going back to it's rubbing, working at Asami through her thong, feeling the warm dampness spreading between Asami's legs. She had the ninja now, she just had to finish her.

As the ref came to check on her, she hissed out a refusal of submission to her. "Aah...never!!", but even then, she had to let out another moan, as she felt Asami beginning to rub again. With a determined look on her face, she tried to blot the feelings out of her mind, and the moment she felt Asami's legs loosen, she would start to pull back on her head, trying to pop it free, even as her hand continued it's smutty work on the ninja...

"O-oh no..." the ninja breathed softly.
Asami could feel her climax coming on Dixie seemed to redouble her efforts. She gritted her teeth but before she could get herself under control, her orgasm overwhelmed her.
To her credit she managed to hide it from outside observers fairly well, her hips only quivering a little as she turned her face into Dixie's inner thigh and used it to muffle the brief series of moans that came tumbling from her mouth. However, she didn't have enough control over her body to continued squeezing Dixie's head with her legs, and the Texan's head worked it's way free as Asami's sex turned the ninja's thong from damp to soaking.

The moment that Asami's legs loosened up on her, Dixie would pop her head free, leaning it away from her with a wide grin, letting her damp fingers escape from the girl's crotch. Knowing that she had Asami now, right where she wanted her, she would clamp her thighs even tighter around the ninja's head, squeezing her with every last bit of strength she had left.

"I...it's over!" She gasped over at Asami, "I got ya beat and you ain't goin' anywhere!"

Asami gave a slight gasp as Dixie's hand left her sex. Dimly through the haze of the fading climax she regained awareness of what was going on, but not in time to do anything about it.
Feeling already weak and exhausted from the continued headscissors, Asami's orgasm left her even further weakened as Dixie solidified her position.
"No...ok, ok! I give!" she called tapping the mat in a sign of surrender as Dixie's hold strengthened even more, changing the ninja girl's mind.

Asami wouldn't have to tell Dixie twice. The moment the ninja starting tapping, Dixie would release her, loosening the grip of her thighs around the ninja's head and rolling away from her. She lied there on the mat for a few moments, staring at Asami, panting heavily. That was a rough match, and if she hadn't resorted to the things she had resorted to...well, she knew she wouldn't have won otherwise. Still, part of her hated herself for resorting to Asami's level, but at the same time...hey, a win was a win.

Taking a deep breath, Dixie pushed herself up to her hands and knees, then began to rise up to her feet as the ref rang the bell and declared her the winner. She glanced back down at Asami one more time, shaking her head then turning away, going to slip out of the ring. with shaky feet, she began to head up the ramp backstage, planing on heading to the showers, and hoping she would never have to deal with a match like that again.