Her pride won't have it.

Texas was stuck for words. Georgia was known to be petty but the sheriff never would've thought that she would bring up something so minute from their past. It made sense though. The mare was a bully who was accustomed to having people breaking into a nervous sweat at the mere thought of playing such a game with her and like most bullies, her ego couldn't handle being beaten at her own game by someone much smaller than her.

"Well Texas? Lemme hear it. Loud and clear so all these nice folk in the audience" Georgia said as she crossed her leg and pressed more of her weight down onto the weasel. Texas gritted her teeth, the veins in her arms becoming visible as she fought to keep herself upright. From above, Georgia's ears picked up on the weasel muttering something underneath her breath.

"Texas, what have I said about enunciating?" the mare asked with a wicked smirk.

"Ah said... blow it out yer ass!" Texas snapped. Georgia blinked as she felt a sudden jolt of movement beneath her, sending her falling onto her back. Texas had managed to buck her off with what little strength she had left, a feat which drew audible cheers from the audience. 'Ya'll can be real fickle...' the weasel thought to herself with a slight smirk. It felt nice to have them on her side again but it didn't make much of a difference. She was still no shape to fight after the beating she had endured and Georgia was still fresh.

"You know what? No more Mrs. Nice Gal!" Georgia snarled as she rolled onto her side and back to her feet. Her face had turned a deep shade of red upon realizing that the audience had turned against her again. "I gave you a chance to walk away from this, Texas! Now you're gonna be my punching bag until I decide I've have enough of ya!"

Texas couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't easy being a proud woman sometimes. The smart thing would've been to swallow her pride and play along but she couldn't stomach the thought of Georgia lording it over her for the rest of her life. Worse comes to worse, she would just take the beating and even the score the next time she caught Georgia with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Get ready, you little punk!" Georgia growled as she bounded across the ring again.