Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

This was all becoming almost too much for the cowgirl. Everything she had been building up for was quickly cut short in a brutally effective belly to belly suplex. Method, that what most of wrestling was. Method, not sheer violence. The Outlaw was very much a slave to her concupiscent desire which included her bloodlust. She was never quite sure what caused her to reach such depravities, but reach it she did.

Just as she reached this low point. The Italian Stallion easily mounted her but Josey was cognizant enough to bring her dukes up. A storm was coming and she was going to do her best to weather it as well as she could.

Diana couldn't help but pull off a somewhat smug smile as she acrobatically mounted the bigger girl, before said smile quickly disappeared, appearing focused on the task at hand. Hands originally placed either side of Josey, expecting the giant to try and rock her off her, Diana instead quickly brought her arms up, matching the fighters pose the cow-girl had produced.

Another smirk quickly appearing on her face, Diana instead opted for the less obvious choice of assault; a exchange of strikes between the two would of left no clear winner, instead two amazons both tired and deprived of most of their wrestling arsenal given their aching bodies. Still, she'd maintain the look of someone about to try and batter the cow-girl a few shades of black and blue, right up until she tried something alternative..

Both hands would quickly shoot to Josey's head, either side, grasping on. From there, the Italian amazon would riskily roll to her side, before trying to slide her lower body up, legs aiming for around Josey's upper half. If she were quick and surprising enough, she'd aim for her right leg hooking up and around Joseys left shoulder, her left leg hooking under her right arm, trying to lock behind, and pull the cow-girl into a triangle choke!

Josey felt like she had been in this situation a thousand times. Bar fight, someone scores a lucky punch on her. She had antagonized enough people for randos to take shots at her out of the blue and shots she didn't always necessarily see coming. Some folks were wise enough to hop on her as soon as she was down, but most of her erstwhile stayed off of her. Those who were capable enough rained down blows on her while she was on the floor of whatever grimy bar she was in and Josey paid them back.

Thus, when Diana mounted her, she was ready to fend off a torrent of punches that would surely rain down on her. Her arms were nigh in front of her face and Josey would get her licks back now and later in due course. So she was braced and found to her surprise that Diana was going for something else entirely. When she found herself in the triangle choke, not only was she surprised, but she was completely defenseless!

Josey choked. This was the most excruciating of all the holds she had faced before. Many women favored it as they knew how lethal and how harmful it was. It was doing the Outlaw no favors here- she gasped for breath and struggled against Diana with all her might. The situation was really getting desperate...

Diana did consider giving the outlaw what she wanted at first, trying to pummel some quiet into her, probably landing a few good shots. But chances were, her own fists would of ended up raw, and she wanted to show both Josey and the rest of the AFW that she wasn't some simple generic brawler. She had the technical know-how to make what power she had truly hurt.

On a side position, she had Josey seemingly trapped, working her way on crushing some of the fight out of her neck with her impressive legs. Her own arms wouldn't be unused, trying to hook on Josey's own to stop her fidgeting with the lock.

Josey had given up too much ground. Two probing feet reached for Josey's legs to try and bind them, and the Outlaw would not have it. If anything, she was free. The fierce Texan would not allow anyone, let alone the beautiful Diana to limit her freedom. The Italian woman probed for it, and Josey would not let her have it. The cowgirl moved her legs just out of range for it and would not suffer her opponent to sink in the move completely.

She would fight. Longer and harder, with more method. She would attempt to sink an elbow deep into Diana's side to try and break free, but she knew that was a long shot. So the Texan attempted to use her sheer strength to try and rid herself of her opponent's hold with a concentrated and puissant thrashing!

Diana's face kept full of a stern emotion, glaring at the bigger woman as she begun to try to force her way out of the hold. The Italian knew that given how fresh Josey seemed before she locked her legs, it would be unlikely that the triangle hold would finish the Texan. Still, she'd damn well make her pay in trying to escape it.

Elbow connecting deep into Diana's side, she'd grunt, teeth bared, the redness instantly apparent from the unprotected strike, before the Italian would tense her legs, trying to crush Josey all so much more for daring to strike her. All seemed to be well, before Josey decided to demonstrate to Diana just how wild the bold cowgirl could be.

Thrashing like a woman possessed, Diana simply couldn't force leg strength on a target which she couldn't exactly lock down on, her own face turning to one of frustration as Josey begun to counter the hold. Knowing fully well that a loose leg lock benefited in no way to her, Diana would opt to release, trying to once more roll backwards. She'd make a prayer of sorts, that a furious Texan she just tried to choke the life out of wouldn't instantly pursue..

There it was. The sweet air of the arena now filled her lungs again, and Josey was livid. Her thrashing and her elbow gave her a wide berth and Josey was going to take all of it. In Josey's world, chokes were just plain wrong. You beat a woman with your throws and your punches. You only choked if you had to, and only someone lesser than you. Outlaws like Josey did not get choked. She was the baddest girl this side of the Mississippi, and strangulation was just something that did not happen to her.

But it did. The cowgirl rolled forward to fully rid herself of Diana before standing up and turning back to her opponent. Josey's red eyes burned with a murderous intent that was palpable from Tokyo to Tijuana. She snorted like a bull on the Texas plain, and charged like one. There were so many words Josey could have hurled at the Italian woman but she did not. Actions were far louder.

In this case, the action of a massive low kick towards Diana would serve to convey her attitude far greater than any sentence could. She went into it with both boots forward. A lot had been taken out of her during the course of this fight, and it was becoming time to go all or nothing.

Diana would bounce on her toes somewhat, before settling, her posture solid once more. Not only had she pulled off a effective submission on the woman, no matter how brief, but she essentially escaped it scot free. She was absolutely positive Josey would of lunged for her the moment she could breathe. Diana sure as hell would of.

Her hands back up, Diana would see the titan of a woman swing her legs back for a sweep of sorts. The Italian saw it as an opportunity to make a statement, a risky tactic this far into the match. Rather than attempt to dodge it, she simply opted to raise her back leg forward, so the kick connected neatly across both shins. With the force equally distributed, there was of course less spread on a single leg, but with a woman like Josey behind it, still hurt like hell, with the Italian having to force herself not to moan in ache.

Instead, she threw a small smile, doing her damn well best to get under the skin of Josey.

There was something wrong with this woman. She didn't attempt to dodge the blow nor did she try to put a halt to it. She more or less just took it. As Josey bounced off the ground she recognized that Diana had fairly evenly distributed the force, but still, that must have hurt. The truly bewildering part was that after such a strike the woman was not only standing, but smiling. It struck the cowgirl as exceptionally odd.

So Josey did what she could to wipe the smile off her face. She hopped back up and went back to her fists to win her this match. She sent a strong left jab towards Diana's face to try and loosen her up a little bit. Then she might be able to go for a flurry.

To the crowd, it looked like Diana had just tanked the powerhouses' heavy hit. Diana even suspected Josey was somewhat unnerved by her apparent invulnerability. Underneath the Italian's smile though, the woman was struggling not to wince in pain, her apparently solid stance in fact open to assault, given that both of her legs had just been kicked in. She'd try to casually step back, as if she was merely starting to circle her foe, when in reality she was gaining some much needed distance for the shattering pain to fade. Josey wasn't having it.

Closing the distance quicker than one would suspect a woman Josey's size could, she shot a clean jab straight across the Italian's face, causing her head to snap and body to fully stumble backwards. Landing on the ropes, she'd cover up in desperate defence, as that Texan flurry came flying in, trying to turn her body black and blue.