Eka Guramishvili vs. Cecilia Northman

The weight that was on top of her was lifted. It was over, and she knew it. She had gone against the titaness and lost fairly badly. Eka moaned once again but still couldn't move. A foot was placed on her chest, and the Georgian girl had no way to react to it.

Slowly she opened her eyes. The only thing she saw in the world was pain.

With her lovely and quite adorable opponent so out of it, Cecilia would soon move her foot away from Eka's chest and would attempt and bring her hands up to fold them underneath her large chest. She's let out a light sigh before she'd shrug her shoulders.

" You did pretty good, but you'll need a lot more training before you can provide a decent challenge. " Cecilia let out as she'd then lean down and give Eka a light pat on her cheek. Cecilia'd take few steps back and start to make her way out of the ring.

It had been a long time. Too long, she reckoned. After Sarah Gatt disappeared into whatever hellhole she came from, Josey had just bummed around the league. Sure, getting drunk was awesome, but the Outlaw wanted more. She was always a tremendous fan of violence, and as she adjusted her red and white wrestling outfit, she knew she was going to get it.

Cecilia had just completely dismantled this poor Georgian girl. Josey was watching with rapt attention as the titaness picked Eka apart. The monitor told her that Cecilia had won, and the roar of the crowd confirmed it. Those fucking idiots in the seats didn't know good wrestling when they saw it. They fucking liked that blonde bimbo. Well, whatever. They were going to see their heroine taken down, Josey thought as she spat on the floor.

As she made her way to the staging area, all the little worker bees scrambled out of the way. She may not have been the biggest star here, but they knew what the Outlaw could do. Good. Scaring people is what Josey did better than anything. She grabbed a mic before she entered the ring.

There was no music, no fanfare. Josey hadn't told anyone she was coming because she hadn't found a reason to. "Hey there, pardner. Mighty nice win you got." Her i's were as long as a Texas mile. "But I gotta scratch I need itchin', an I was wonderin' if you could help." She made her way to the ring, keeping both eyes on Cecilia the whole time. "See, back in Texas, we gotta a little sayin'. Goes somethin' like, 'pick on somebody your own size.' And see, reckonin' that I am your size, I figured you might try and pick on me."

Eka was awake now. She didn't know what was going on and didn't particularly care to know. All she wanted was to get the hell out.

Cecilia was about to slip out of the ropes when her eyes caught the attention of a blond cowgirl walking down from the backstage area and down the ramp, making her way towards the ring. Cecilia would jump out of the ring and walk up towards the fellow blond who let out those words of hers, placing her hands on her hips as she looked on at Josey with her bright red eyes, seeing the beautiful cowgirl's own red eyes as she came closer to her.

" You!...weren't you with that whole Gatt attack thing? Last I remember I beat your boss in her big re-debut and since then she'd been missing. I figured all you losers left along with her." Cecilia let out as she'd glare at the busty Texan for a bit. " So what, you want me to pick on you instead ? You're just asking for trouble, aren't you ?" Cecilia spoke as she'd take a step forward, closing whatever little distance there was between the two of them

Josey was glaring. Smiling was a sign of weakness to her and she could not afford to look weak, not here. "See, iffin' you get lucky sometimes, you pick up a w, huh. But, reckon, you ain't gonna get that lucky against me cowgirl. See, I'm stronger, faster, hell of a lot meaner. Reckon you got no chance at all." She glared at the blonde woman. They were more alike than they knew, in more ways than one. That thought was a tad ironic and not really germane here.

"See, ain't I just all about trouble? I know you're all 'bout that trouble too girlie. Let's try a little trouble together. You and me, huh? Don't that sound like a proper rodeo? Why not round up a bit a trouble between me and you?"

Standing in front of Josey like Cecilia did might have been intimidating for some. The fellow blond was tall and power, much like Cecilia, but to the blond beauty's at the moment it was probably close to being in front of a mirror at this moment. The powerful swede listened on to what Josey was saying, nodding her head a bit as she heard the girl basically challenge her.

The blond cracked a grin, Cecilia would focus her eyes right into Josey's and take a step closer to the slightly taller woman, pressing their busty frames right up to one another so their large tits pressed against one another. " You wanna go ? You want to fight me ?!" Cecilia let out in an authorative manner as she'd clench her fists and keep them by her sides. " Just try it cowgirl. I'll break you just like everyone else. "

"Psh." Josey cast a glance at Eka, who was all but sprinting away from the action. "What sorta girl is that? I don't wanna fight ya, I am demandin' it. You and me. Whenever, wherever. Hell, might let ya pick the match type too. I know yer all particular about that stuff." Josey noticed two clenched fists. Looks like she had gotten her all riled up.

"Anything else you wanna say? I got stuff to do, girlie. Like slammin' bitches. What are you doin'? Hittin' the hair salon?"

Cecilia eyed Josey firmly as she kept laying on with those words, the tall and powerful looking cowgirl certainly seemed as if she had some sort of beef with her, something that Cecilia perhaps couldn't remember being the reasoning, or perhaps the cowgirl was just bored after losing out on fun since Gatt Attack vanished.

" You're really asking for a fight ? Man, you're so gonna get that pretty face of yours smashed to bits." Cecilia let out as she stared up into Josey's eyes, showing that she was not intimidated at all by the girl. " Sure sure, I've got something more to say..." Cecilia let out, Josey was really pushing her buttons, and Cecilia already had a fairly short fuse...she took a deep breath before she'd attempt to give Josey a hard shove! Before trying to follow it up by swinging her right fist up in order to try and have it crash into Josey's chin for an uppercut.

Josey fell back a bit. The girl should have been expecting some blowback and she was practically kicking herself that she didn't see it coming. She flailed her arms, caught her balance and lurched forward. Her arms were at the ready now. "Don't cotton to takin' too much of that." Cecilia played a little chin music for Josey and the cowgirl caught an earful as her head jerked back.

She stumbled again and remained upright. "Heh." Josey threw a straight right towards Cecilia. If she wanted a brawl, she was going to get a brawl.

Cecilia strikes seemed to hit right home against the fellow blond, as it caused the cowgirl to stumble, but it looked as if the Texan had other plans than to simply stay down. A brawl was brewing and there was nothing Cecilia wanted more in this moment than to pound that pretty Southern face into the ground.

Josey's fist came in hard, smacking right against Cecilia's face, smacking the blond hard and causing the Swede to stumble backwards a step. Ow...she hits like a damn truck... The blond thought to herself, moving her jaw about as she straightened herself up, a grin starting to form on Cecilia's face as she'd attempt to step up and send a strong right hook of her own right towards Josey's face!