Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman

Josey was tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Lying in that casket, she realized just how close she had been to facing defeat against Cecilia. That bitch. That coward. That no good, dirty rotten whore of a wrestler who had no idea what was coming to her by half. All her exhaustion seemed to fade as she truly appraised the woman in front of her and her situation. She was down, but not out. She was faded, but there was still some gas in the tank. She was as loose as she had ever been and was only going to go back for more.

"You don't know what your asking for..." Hell, Josey hardly knew what she was asking for. All she knew was that it was going to involve terrible and great amounts of violence. The Northern Queen had given her a wide berth, and damned if Josey wasn't going to close that gap like lightning.

She tore across the concrete floor towards her opponent. Her fist moved way faster than she did. Josey was barely in control of her self when the first punch flew. When the next few sliced the air, she completely lost any semblance of influence over her body. Josey flurried at Cecilia with all her strength. The Northern Queen, and consequences, be damned.

Josey's words caused Cecilia to tense up a bit, she knew more than well enough just how powerful this woman was....especially taking another kick of hers or anything like that would probably cause massive problems for the Swede...so she had to be careful.

When Josey came out of the coffin like a bat out of hell she came charging out of those fiery gates right up towards Cecilia, the slightly shorter blond just barley had enough time to bring her arms up to use them as a guard as Josey's fists rocketed forward like bullets....or well canon balls in this case! Straight into Cecilia's guard. " Kngh..." Cecilia let out through gritted teeth as those heavy fists dug into her arm, power and speed behind theme to terrify most any fighter.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Josey recognized that she was colliding with bone, and not that sweet skull she so desperately wanted to hit. It was Cecilia's hard arm bones, and even though she was hitting them with the force of a tornado, it didn't really get Cecilia any closer to the casket. For a second, the storm abated as Josey tried to figure out a way to get around the high walls Cecilia had set up.

Josey looked down and found her salvation. She smirked as she swung her leg back. Her right leg shot forward at terrifying speed. It was a terrible thing to do to another woman, but this was a no disqualification match and Josey was taking no prisoners. So that meant that if she had to do the dreaded between the legs kick, she would. The Outlaw couldn't wait to see the Northern Queen's reaction should the kick land.

Those heavy hammer-like blows from Josey only made it more and more difficult for Cecilia to even act, currently on the defensive as she did her beast to bare the onslaught that was those powerful fists of the fellow blond. The Cowgirl didn't look as if she was going to let up...but the second she showed any signs of slowing down that assault then the mighty Swede would punish Josey to her full extent....

At least that was what Cecilia thought, but she was instead met with an incredible pain! Josey's foot shot up and smacked right up against Cecilia's crotch, causing the blond's eyes to bulge out of their sockets almost, she let out a soundless scream as she gasped in pain, staggering back a step or so before falling down onto her knees.

Josey was relieved. Cecilia was an absolute warrior and part of her believed that Cecilia would just be able to tank it. But the Northern Queen couldn't and Josey had her right where she liked all women. On her knees, in front of them. Bowing to the queen of violence and Tokyo and anything her bloody work entailed. For the first time in a long long time, Josey felt happy. All of the vicissitudes of the match thus far had been completely forgotten save the sheer fury Josey had nurtured for the woman in front of her. Now Josey believed that she had her. The world was full of possibilities, terrible, terrible possibilities and Josey wanted to explore every single one.

With a great conflagration burning in her heart, the Outlaw took a step forward. All of the feelings she had felt over the course of the bout were coming to a head. After being put into the coffin and nearly having it closed on her, she knew that she had to hit Cecilia with everything she had and hold nothing back. Josey would attempt to seize that pretty little throat of Cecilia's and haul her up into the air. Then she would send the Northern Queen down, head first, into the hard concrete floor with a chokeslam.

Cecilia gasped out in pain from the powerful kick she had taken right to her private area, she wanted to rise up and punch the ever-living shit out of Josey but she was completely unable to do so. Sadly for Cecilia it seemed as if Josey was very much in the mood to keep the assault going now that she had managed to get the perfect advantage.

The strong hand of Josey soon gripped at her throat and hauled the Swede right up into the air, the crowd started to scream and shout...this was not how they wanted things to go, but that probably didn't matter at all to the Texan as she soon brutally threw Cecilia down hard against the hard floor. " Gaaaghhg!" Cecilia out as she took the heavy impact which sent a rather blinding pain through her back...following her cry she laid out limbs eagle spread, conscious...but not by much as her large breasts heaved with each breath she took.

Josey staggered to the left. She felt like she was literally on her last legs, such were the ravages of the match. It felt like she was hardly even Josey anymore but rather the outcome of blood sweat and hatred congealing together into some golem, some abomination. Her red eyes were ablaze with a lust to devour this woman, to throw her away like the trash she was. The Outlaw stood upright again. Her fists were clenched and she felt like she could make diamonds in them. The muscles in her legs, though weary, were tense. All of the pukes in the audience be damned, Josey was going to main this blonde woman.

The chokeslam had put an end to quite a lot of resistance from her and if Josey had been in her right mind she would be angling to throw the Northern Queen into the casket right about now but Josey's hatred quelled those concerns. Any victory at this point would be pyrrhic at best, but Josey didn't care. She just wanted to hurt this woman. The Outlaw would attempt to grab the woman and haul her up. Then she would get into position for a swinging neckbreaker, and hopefully slam Cecilia into the concrete floor once more.

Cecilia was in a rather rough spot after taking that rather devilish crotch shot and the dreadful chokeslam, she laid on her back with limbs eagle spread her pained face bathed in the lights of the arena as her dampened hair clung to her face while the rest of the long veil that had once flown behind her rested on the floor as if it was a damn mop. She groaned out in pain as she soon enough started to feel herself get grabbed by those long blond locks...pulled up cruelly by the mighty Texan.

The fellow busty blond was gonna show no mercy for now...not like she had so far in this intense back and forth match that since the outset had the crowd on the very edge of their seat! Many were cheering for the mighty Swede to turn things around...though most of those cheers were silenced when the powerful Josey Wales pulled Cecilia up and into prime position before swinging them around and snapping the blond's body down onto the hard concrete floor with a terrifyingly painful neckbreaker! The Swede's face lit up in pain, eyes widened as she let out a silent gasp, her body rocketing a bit, arching off of the hard floor as she flopped over onto her front finally...she let out no more sound, but her arms and legs twitched lightly...

The micacious lights above her were smiling now. They had thrown her and Cecilia into stark relief this whole match and threatened to blind her by showing her the weaknesses she could not overcome. They showed Cecilia, the fan favorite, being cheered on by thousands and thousands of screaming fans. And they had shown her body, tired, worn-out, battle scarred. A thousand thousand watts of energy now showed Josey on the floor, nearly panting, aching, and with a look of grim determination on her face. The move had just come off about as well as she could have expected it to go. As she forced herself to her feet, she cursed the Northern Queen with all her heart.

This is it. Let it be done. Cecilia had already taken a lot of punishment, and Josey could see hardly any movement from her. A normal woman might take this opportunity to stuff Cecilia into the casket, but Josey wasn't called the Outlaw for nothing. She lived for violence, for attacking downed and cornered girls, for blood. She was going to get all of them here in one great, final move.

The cowgirl bent down once more. All of the reserves of strength so nearly depleted over the course of the match were being called upon like they had never been called upon before. If she could, she would heft Cecilia up to her shoulder. What would follow was inevitable. She would swing her down so her head split the concrete floor in her Death Valley Driver!

Things looked rather horrible for the Swede at this junction in the match, she had taken some really heavy hits at the hands of Josey now as the mighty cowgirl had just laid her down with powermove after powermove following that brutal crotch kick...of course something like that would cost Cecilia the match. It was very Gatt like in that sense.

There wasn't much that the blond beauty could do as she was soon enough hauled right up onto the powerful cowgirl's shoulders. She let out a low groan as she was soon enough pulled up high into ther air and without a doubt in Josey's action she was pulled down. Her head smacking right down onto the concrete, which itself cracked from the impact....along with Cecilia's head, a trickle of blood would flow through her golden hair as fell completly limp from the heavy impact, crashing down eagle spread as she had probably sustained a concusion from that heavy impact finisher.