Georgia trounces her.

Normally the sight of a charging Georgia wouldn't get so much as a grimace from Texas. Her athleticism and sharp thinking more than made up for the power discrepancy between them. While her mind was still as sharp as ever, the remainder of her energy was spent bucking Georgia off. She legs quivered as she tried to side step her opponent but only succeeded in stumbling face first onto the mat. Just getting back onto her knees was a struggle, her arms wobbling from the effort. She froze momentarily as she was suddenly enveloped her. She looked up and swallowed nervously as she was greeted by the bottom of Georgia's boot hovering a foot from her body. All she could do was whimper as that giant foot came crashing down onto her, completely flattening the upper half of her body. The impact of Georgia's stomp made the ring beneath them tremble and the ropes shake, but she wasn't done there. Texas had the nerve to upstage her in front of her adoring fans and that simply couldn't stand.

The enraged mare lifted her foot, not even taking a moment to laugh at Texas's squashed face before she brought it back down onto her unflattened legs. She proceeded to march in a circle, thoroughly trampling the weasel to the amusement of the audience. The air was filled with wet squelching noises, Texas's body being gradually reduced to mush from the beating. This would've gone on for hours were it not for Georgia's less than stellar cardio forcing her to take a moment to stop and breathe. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she stopped and looked down to see that the great sheriff of Gold Springs was nothing more than a gooey puddle with a pair of disoriented eyes floating in the middle.

"What's wrong, Texas? Feeling a little out of it?" Georgia said with a cruel sneer. "Out of it" couldn't even begin to describe how Texas was feeling. Her former deputy's taunting was barely audible and her focus was primarily on trying to fight through the pain and trying to reform into a more solid state. She could do nothing to stop Georgia from scrapping her off the mat and toying with her body as though it were made of clay.