More Pain.

Feeling much more chipper, Georgia hummed a tune to herself as she twisted the sheriff's body in her hands, wringing the sweat out. After that she whipped Texas' body until it returned to it's original shape (albeit it still very much 2 dimensional). The former deputy frowned in disapproval at the pathetic state of her opponent.

"Come on, get yourself together. You can't expect me to carry you to a good match!" she said smugly. Texas narrowed her eyes, her mouth opening so she could give the haughty mare a piece of her mind. Georgia immediately cut her off by planted a kiss to her lips and blowing, inflating Texas' body like a balloon until the weasel's body had returned to its original dimensions. That brought the sheriff more disgust than when she was being used like a sweat rag she fell to her knees gagging. Geogia's breath was far from the worst thing she'd been **** to sample, but it was the indignity of the act that bothered her the most. Georgia rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

"You're an ungrateful little thing, you know that? Next time I won't be so nice" the mare said with a huff. Texas slowly staggered to her feet, her legs trembling as she struggled to stay upright. She clenched her fists and got into a fighting stance, though the moment she did Georgia delivered a powerful punch to the stomach and knocked the wind right out of her. That was followed up by a boot the jaw that sent her sprawling back onto the canvas. She tried to stand but only got to her hands and knees before suddenly felt an oppressive weight drop onto her body. Georgia was sitting on her back, though she could tell that the mare was keeping most of her weight from dropping down fully.

"You know Texas, I can end this right now if you want" Georgia offered with a slight smirk. "I get off of you, you hit me with a move, and I'll lay down and take the pin. Simple as that."

"What's... in it... for you...?" the weasel wheezed as she struggled to keep her opponent propped up.

"Nothing, really. I'm a big enough draw that management doesn't really care if I win or lose. I get paid all the same. All I'd need is for you to say the magic word..."

Texas's bottom lip quivered as she contemplated the offer. Would she really stoop so low to accept such an offer? Normally this was the moment where she would get her heroic second wind, but after enduring weeks of beatings at the hands of larger opponents, her pain threshold had been pushed well beyond its limits. After thinking it over she sighed and closed eyes, her stomach in knots as she tried to swallow her pride.

"...Please..." she said softly.

"What was that?" Georgia asked, cupping a hand to her ear.

"Please" the sheriff said a bit louder.

"You have to enunciate if you want me to hear you!" Georgia said as she bounced on the weasel's back slightly, causing her arms to buckle.

"PLEASE!" Texas cried desperately. Georgia blinked and cackled in response.

"Please? You thought that that the magic world was 'please'? Damn, you're slow! You don't remember the game we used to play back when we were partners? That game that we would play when we were stuck in the office doing paperwork and waitin' for trouble to happen?"

Texas' eyes shot open. 'She can't be for real...' she thought to herself. Georgia grinned, seemingly sensing the shock on the sheriff's face. Texas knew exactly what she was talking about. It was a game that Georgia often proposed to pass the time, one that she excelled at prior to meeting Texas, who would trounced her every time onward. Leaning forward, she whispered to the sheriff in a harsh and commanding tone.

"Say. Uncle"