Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman

Josey didn't like it. Josey didn't like it at all. All the events that had just transpired seemed so positive from the outset and now Josey was here, laying on the harsh concrete floor of the arena and sincerely wishing she were somewhere, anywhere, else. There was a weight on top of her that rose from Josey's mangled body and appeared to stop. Then a strong hand grabbed her blonde hair and raised her up.

The cowgirl was still woozy. She thought she would just lean forward and take a nap. The groudn wasn't so bad after all maybe, but her trip to the ground was interrupted. Cecilia's knee rose up to meet her then again, then again. Her lips burst open like the Nile and blood filled her mouth. She screamed in pain as the Northern Queen's knee worked like a piston, hammering the cowgirl over and over.

Finally Josey reacted. She threw her arms in front of her face and tried to stop it. If nothing else, Josey had her incredible strength to rely on in times of need, and the Outlaw sure as hell needed every ounce of strength to stop Cecilia from ending her night prematurely!

Bringing Josey up to her knees and firing away at that pretty face the Swede was making quick work of that pretty face, smacking her hard knee over and over until that was was starting to get all busted up! Those arms of Josey came up and tried their best to protect that face...but it was starting to get to be too late. One or two more knees shot up before Cecilia would try and pull Josey up to her feet.

She'd attempt to pull that head in underneath her armpit and reach out with her other arm to hook one of Josey's legs. Swinging backwards the Swede would attempt to throw the cowgirl backwards in an attempt to hit her with a pretty standard but a swift and powerful fisherman's suplex! Right down onto the hard ground!

Josey was a little bit surprised that she was able to still stand after such a barrage. Maybe it was the fact that Cecilia was there to keep her standing, but Josey liked to think she did it under her own steam. After all, she had managed to get the knees to stop. She appraised the blonde titaness and made a move to hit her with some power move. The acute pain and the ringing sensation in her head ensured that Cecilia was the first to move, and sure enough she did.

Josey could not deny that this was no her own steam. The Northern Queen brought her up and back down in a brutal fisherman's suplex, right on the concrete floor of the arena. She was too pained to even scream and flopped down like a fish. As she looked up at the lights, she wondered if this was the end.

Lifting Josey up into the air and throwing her cowgirl opponent down hard onto the mat with that fisherman suplex! A suplex type that Cecilia hadn't used in a while but the crowd was more than happy to see her do so. Smacking the heavy Texan down with a thud was more than satisfying.

The blond beauty would start to roll up onto her feet, rubbing her back as she did...her body was drenched in sweat and she was feeling rather fatigued which was fairly rare for her...this Texan was without a doubt a dangerous opponent...but that just made this match all the better for the blond beauty! Cecilia grinned as she would attempt to grab a handful of Josey's lovely golden mane and attempt to start pulling and dragging Josey's body by her hold on that hair...attempting to get Josey all the way towards the coffin.

Should she be able to do so then Cecilia would attempt to pull Josey up to her feet and attempt to start and heave Josey into the casket! Attempt to roll the busty and beautiful southern girl's frame into the casket so she could maybe end this match!

Pain. There was something other than that, somewhere. But not here. Josey's whole body was rife with pain and fatigue and suffering. Against an opponent as wily and experienced and strong as the Northern Queen, little else could be expected. As much as she wanted to soldier on and resist Cecilia with every fiber in her body, Josey complied with her opponent's bodily demands. There was no resistance as she was shoved in the casket.

But some part of her, somewhere deep down, stirred. There was still some fight in her. After such an onslaught, the part of her that was willing to fight was pushed lower but it was still present. She was forced into the casket, but she was not unconscious. She could still respond to the world around her.

Cecilia smirked as she rolled Josey lovely body into the casket, it wasn't too difficult...the only real difficulty coming from the fact that Josey was a rather heavy woman, but the didn't put up any struggle so it was kind of a simple task. Looking down on at the blond foe in the casket, Cecilia's arms reached up for the lid and would grip it tightly.

The fingers of the Swede tightened against the lid of the casket as she would attempt to fire it downward with all her might in order to try and snap the casket shut and perhaps put an end to Josey and this match.

Josey would not have it. Not no way, not no how. There was still some fight in her, even after a beatdown as brutal as the one the Northern Queen had laid one her. She saw the casket closing and shot her hands up- the Outlaw had come to far to go out like this, the casket closing on her like a death knell. Her hands met the hardwood of the top and pushed upwards.

The outlaw pushed with all her might. She knew from experience that the Northern Queen was strong, but she knew that she had to concentrate all the force she could muster into holding the casket door open- otherwise she risked losing the match. That, even the prospect of that, was something she would not and could not suffer.

Cecilia thought she had this match in the bag....however what she found when she attempted to slam down the lid of the casket was probably the greatest resistance she had ever gotten when trying to close something...she was completely taken aback by this amount of power as well as she had though Josey would be practically out of it. When those hands shot up to deny the closing of the casket, Cecilia's hands slipped off the lid.

The Swede's eyes widened as she looked onto the casket, taking a step back before she'd attempt to move in and attempt to send a punch straight at Josey's elbow of the nearest arm that was holding up the casket lid!

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She knew exactly what that was- Cecilia was going to send her a punch to try and get the lid closed on her. With a quick movement, Josey adjusted her arm and the punch hit nothing but air. With all of her might, she pushed upwards. The Outlaw had done her pushups and her arms were quite strong.

The Cowgirl was quite confident that this match wasn't over yet. Her iron will simply would not allow it. With one great burst of energy she pushed up, then tried to adjust and leap from the casket.

Cecilia's eyes widened as her punch was a swing and a miss and what followed was the casket lock being flung open. Cecilia was forced to stagger back so that the lock didn't smack up and hit her face or something, giving Josey more than ample enough room to climb or jump out of the casket.

Okay! So this wasn't over then, that was fine by Cecilia, the more of a fun fight the better but she was for damn sure gonna make Josey pay for not lying down and just letting to casket be closed! " Okay then...you don't want to stay down ? Then fucking bring it cowgirl!"