New Year, Same Old Josey

Josey twirled her harmonica around in her hand. The Outlaw was feeling a bit angry and her harmonica helped calm her. She had been playing the blues ever since her spat with Cecilia a scant few days ago where the other girl got the better of her by her count. Josey would not abide such nonsense. The cowgirl tossed her harmonica away. Nah, she wanted to stay angry for as long as possible tonight.

See, Josey was going to make tonight special. Usually the cowgirl wore a red and white get up when she wrestled, but tonight she decided to wear all black. This is going to be that Northman girl's funeral. She donned her cowgirl hat, black as midnight in Texas, and strode through the halls of the arena until she made her way to the staging area, right next to the main entrance. It had only taken a few beatings to get what she wanted. A casket by the ring and a microphone in her hand. Truth be told, that disappointed Josey a great deal as she was always so fond of beating defenseless people.

The crowd had all gone to the bathroom, or to get snacks. Josey chuckled. She was going to put all of them right back in their seats. Her new intro music played and portended doom to all those who heard it. The crowd met her with grave silence, not sure how to react to this new revenent. "Hey, y'all." Her voice was laced with a seething anger. "Y'all miss me? I'm back. Like a ghost."

That seemed to get their attention. Although it was nice to have that, they were not her primary concern. "See, I had this nice little casket put out here for a reason. I'm gonna bury a bitch in it tonight. Ya'll must've seen what happened between me and that blonde chick. Tonight we're going to settle a score." She walked down the entrance ramp and her cape fluttered outwards. She loved this costume. It showed off her body a bit, with all its muscled glory.

She pulled herself up and sat on the coffin some horrifically bruised stagehand placed next to the ring. "Come on out, Cecilia Northman. Let's hear yer words, 'fore I throw you in this." And with that, Josey waited. Time to see if Cecilia would take this bait.

It seemed as if tonight was gonna be one of those nights. The calm was broken when Cecilia who was hanging out at AFW in full ring gear. A match had been planned for her later tonight and at the moment she was simply waiting for it to happen. It was some girl she didn't know much off who had been apart of the same faction as one of her most hated rivals...though as she was listening to some music in her locker room, she was soon met with a loud knock on the door.

She had gone to open and instead found news that her plans had changed, she was not gonna face off against the woman which had been planned in to be her opponent. Instead she got a message to turn on the television in her locker room. Cecilia walked up and did just that, which was when she was met with her....the cowgirl that had picked a fight with her, that was just what she needed. A chance to pound the cocky Texan....the satisfaction of that notion was something that she couldn't escape. Her face twisted up into a manic smile, her heart pounded in excitement.

Not long after Josey called out for her did the Swede arrive. Her music started to blast out of the speakers a theme which screamed of confidence and cockiness like no other. Where Cecilia stepped out onto the ramp dressed in her ring gear which got the chance to show off her amazing physique just about as much as Josey's "special" attire.



A microphone in hand of the Swedish beauty as she stared daggers towards her fellow red-eyed blond. " Hey there cowgirl!" Cecilia let out, anger and excitement filling her voice. " I'm so glad you decided to call me out, my match for the evening looked rather stale....now though, I'll get to pound that pretty face of yours instead. Right ? You want to fight, don't you ?" Cecilia spoke out as she'd start to walk down towards the casket, stopping only a few steps away from it and Josey, one hand on her hip as she held the microphone up with the other hand.

" So blondie. You wanted to dance, and you want to throw me into a Casket. Well at least unlike yesterday I'm a bit more familiar with who you are....Josey. A two bit loser who's fought nothing but weaklings. You really think you've got what it takes to fight...me!" Cecilia let out, gesturing to her own impressive frame, a specimen indeed. A sculpted figure of pure beauty and power...something which she also shared with this cowgirl...something that did piss of Cecilia a tiny bit.

Josey glared at her opponent for the evening. She hated all of it. The grandstanding, the insults, even the presence of this contemptible woman made her feel like leaping off the casket and throwing punches right there. But she held her fists. She did not, however, hold her tongue. "Course I wanna fight. You got ears under that blonde hair? I don't wanna dance as much as I want to annihilate. Murder. Destroy. You already know me and I'm sure you won't ever forget tonight."

Josey stood on top of the casket. She had half a mind to fly off of it towards Cecilia right then and there but she held off. There was time for that later. Josey had to focus. "Hey, gurlie, I just got a wonderful idea. Seein' how we got some bad blood, we're like to get a little rough. How 'bout we just make it official. You, me, this casket. No disqualification. No rules. You ain't afraid are you?"

The Outlaw stood up on the casket and bounded over the ropes to enter the ring. From here, she could see Cecilia completely. The Swedish girl was always bigger in her imagination, but she was bigger here. They were both muscled, powerful beauties. "Enough jawin'. Time to go at it."

Watching Josey stand on top of that casket forced Cecilia to have to look up upon the towering beauty, part of her wanted to pull those legs out from under Josey and watch her tumble down from that great hight, just for trying to force the blond to look up upon her. Cecilia kept her grin up as she listened on at the beautiful blond bombshell cowgirl.

" The way you fought last time we met was more like a pretty ballet than a real fight hun. Maybe that's why you went down so quick." Cecilia let out as she glared up at her more than just a little similar opponent. When Josey challenged her to the match, making it a casket match of course...cause why the hell not, the blond beauty would shrug her shoulders, the notion of making it no rules, no disqualification. A true no holds barred casket match did peak Cecilia's interest. It meant she could go out all she wanted upon this cocky Texan.

When Josey jumped up into the mat, Cecilia would run in and slide up under the bottom ropes. So she was in the ring at the same time as Josey, moving up towards her feet and raising her hands. " Hah! Bring it bitch, I'll knock your teeth out this time!" Cecilia let out, a wide wicked grin upon her lips, pearly white teeth showing as her red eyes were completely fixed upon Josey's beautiful face. The crowd was shouting, chanting and cheering for the action already, catcalling these two beautiful women, the chorus of Cecilia cheering started with loud shouts for the Swedish fan favorite wrestler.