Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman

Josey staggered a bit, took a few steps right, took a few steps left, and remained standing throughout. That was no minor miracle, and Josey was feeling pretty damn cocky. This one was especially good for her. Maybe the crowd had never seen Cecilia treated like that which explained their odd reaction. A grin spread across Josey's face. This was exactly the sort of violence that Josey had been pining for since she didn't even know when and here it was.

The Outlaw did everything she could to assure that the violence would continue. Her steps towards the blonde beauty were full of confidence and the grin was wiped from her face. It was time to go about her bloody business, and she had always gone about her business well.

The cowgirl bent over to pick her opponent up in her arms. She would raise her to about chest height, then drop her down on her knees. Backbreaker. Hopefully she was quick enough or Cecilia was dazed enough that she could pull it off.

Things had swayed back to being rather bad for Cecilia, it seemed as if this wasn't going to be an easy match, for as soon as one of them gained just enough momentum the other blond smacked them down and started to fight back. It was a battle of wills at this point as neither of the busty powerhouse wrestlers were gonna just lie down and take the punishment!

Josey was in the lead now though and it seemed as if she was in no mood to let up her assault just yet. She walked up and took a hold of Cecilia's hand, pulling the Swedish powerhouse up towards her feet, which the Swede responded with a groan and a growl of frustration.

Not long after she was pulled up she was introduced to even more pain right to her back as Josey yanked her backwards right down onto the cowgirl's strong knee! Cecilia's back impacted hard and with it the blond let out a silent but wide gasp!

This woman could take a lot of pain, the Northern Queen. From afar she had been watching, and she was quite impressed. She had never gone against a woman quite as tough as herself, but she could take a lot of pain. Usually when a girl was forced onto her knee, she would cry and scream and holler to the high heavens. Cecilia did not as much make a sound, and the Outlaw was impressed by that.

Impressed, and forced to do so much more. The move came off nicely, but Josey recognized that she had quite a distance to go to win this match. There was no flexing, no taunting, no anything after the cowgirl sent her foe downwards. Josey was all work.

Josey had the muscles for it, and the only question now is if she had incapacitated Cecilia enough to pull it off. Josey would attempt to lift Cecilia up to about her waist, still supine, and slam her into the mat with a quick sidewalk slam!

This was nothing but awful right now....her back was killing her, her spine felt as if it could crack and snap in half at any moment. If there was one thing that was true it was that this cowgirl knew what she was doing and that she could throw down and throw down hard...

Though Cecilia was a tough girl, she could take the punishment! You didn't get a nickname like the Hardcore Queen without being sturdy and resilient. Though it didn't seem as if Josey was planning to give the Swede any chance to get up, she didn't flaunt her power or her position of power, instead she was quick to lift Cecilia up by her waist.

Cecilia shook her head as her legs managed to kick once or twice in the air before she was yet again slammed down onto her back by the Cowgirl's mighty sidewalk slam! The ring shook as Cecilia coughed out! " Kh!" she shook her head as her arms would try and slip in underneath her back and rub it to try and numb the pain.

Keep going. That was what Josey did, and it was what Josey did well. Back on the plains of Texas, despite her weary state, she would load hay bales until it was too dark to see, and then some. When she was in a bar fight, she would make sure no one so much as looked at her before heading home for the evening. The move went off without a hitch, sure, but that was no sign that Josey should stop.

The cowgirl was relentless. Cecilia was rubbing herself to alleviate the pain but Josey doubted it would work much. She had been hit with blow after blow but could still move. The Outlaw could not allow that sort of thing so she bent down and began her miserable work anew.

She would pick Cecilia up by her hair, or try to at least. Then she would send her right back down to the mat with a classic facebuster. Simple, sweet, and oh so painful. No taunting, no playing games, no bullshit.

The cowgirl was without a doubt proving to be one of her most challenging opponents, she was powerful hell Cecilia couldn't tell if they were as strong as each other of if one of them had an upper hand. From the way that Josey took a punch and threw a punch it was extremely difficult to tell....they were close, but how close was the question...

Not only that but Josey was proving a lot more skilled than she'd have thought before, while Cecilia's way of fist fighting was a bit more refined and trained...Josey's style was brutish and strong in it's own way.

The blond Swede groaned as she was pulled up by her hair, her eyes glaring up at Josey's strong frame, trying to burn a hole through Josey's toned midriff with her fiery gaze! However...Cecilia had a plan now, her hands would attempt to reach around and wrap around Josey's strong thighs and attempt to them stand up right, trying to lift Josey off of her feet and then try and drive the cowgirl back first with a spine buster!!!

All good things have to come to an end. That is one of the laws of the universe, it seemed to Josey. Bar fights, poker games, bull rides. All of them submit to the displeasure that is sure to follow. Just when Josey thought she might pull off yet another powerful move, her party ended, just like when someone calls the cops. The fuzz was all over her as Cecilia implanted her into the mat with a quick spinebuster.

The Outlaw grunted. It seemed fairly logical to her and to everyone in the crowd- when a strong tall beautiful woman hammers you into the canvas, one grunts. Another particularly painful bit of logic came to her- when one is sent down to the white expanse of mat, it is very, very hard to get up again.

Josey tried to fight through it anyways. It was more of a struggle than the Cowgirl had perhaps anticipated. Even now, she was underestimating the strength of the Northern Queen, such was her hubris. For this, she paid a very dear price- she looked pathetic as she feebly tried to resurrect herself and get back into it. No, for right now the ground would be her home.

Lifting Josey up was difficult but not impossible, but now she had her up and in a few seconds the blond beauty drove the fellow blond beauty down with a powerful spinebuster, the ring shook from the heavy impact as both of the beauties went down into the mat. The impact was heavy and the match was starting to get more and more intense by the second.

Cecilia would shake her head as she watched Josey start to struggle to try and rise....this cowgirl was hell a tough, and Cecilia knew that she would have to lay even more of a smack down onto the cowgirl. The Swede decided to try and move up, attempting to place herself on top of the cowgirl, trying to straddle Josey's midsection.

The Swede would clench her fists and with it attempt to send a strong right hook right down into Josey's chest, attempting to flatten the cowgirl's left tit, following the strike up with an attempted strong left hook right into Josey's lovely face!

Cecilia capitalized on Josey's weakness. That was what made her the hardcore champion at a certain point, the Outlaw reckoned. The ability to close down on a weakened foe. While Josey was far from out of it, the fact that she was being straddled hardly helped her. There was such a thing as a one-two punch, and Josey was very aware of it. It had ended a dozen or so fights in her favor and she was known to partake in that pleasure far and wide. But the Northern Queen opted for something a little bit more unconventional- she wanted both punches in the bargain at the same time.

To say that the cowgirl was exhaled was an understatement. Her round left bosom was turned into a pancake and her head snapped to the left. While the pain was almost overwhelming, there was no crack. Despite the pain in her jaw, it was intact and not broken.

That did not help the Outlaw in the least as she turned back up to Cecilia. Her opponent was still over her and Josey was in a world of hurt. But when you're on the farm and you got a thousand hay bales in front of you, you don't just quit. You start throwing. The cowgirl sent a punch of her own upwards, trying to catch Cecilia wherever. Josey didn't have a defined plan, other than get a little payback.

Straddling Josey did not seem like a thing that the cowgirl had anticipated...nor did it seem as if she was all that ready for the one two punch from the Swede, as Cecilia punches both hit home and seemed to do quite a number on Josey. A wide grin appeared on Cecilia's face as she looked down at the blond cowgirl....if there was one thing that Cecilia loved it was a tough fight, and Josey was without a doubt providing one, it didn't meant she liked Josey, far from it. However, she did enjoy beating Josey up, and getting a few hard hits from the cowgirl herself.

Bam! Soon Josey shot up a punch of her own, catching Cecilia right in the chest and causing the Swede to cough out. She'd grit her teeth and attempt to shrug it off as best as she could. Not one to be out-done by fellow buxom beauties the Swede would attempt to clench her right fist tight and attempt to raise it up into the air, before attempting to smack it down onto Josey's pretty forehead! Attempting to hit Josey with a standard hammerpunch!