Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

The match seemed to have taken an eternity and a half. The toll on Josey's body was easy to see by every single audience member. Her arms, once held high, were now slumping low from weariness. A few bruises were already blessing her body, sanctifying it with signs of combat. Sweat mixed with blood on Josey's wrestling outfit and her breaths were long and measured. The Outlaw moved forward. It was time to bring this affair to its inevitable conclusion. A win.

She made an attempt to seize the woman, but before she even knew what was happening, Diana swept her legs out from under her. The sudden move took Josey by surprise and she fell backwards onto the mat, hard.The wind had been ripped from her sails thanks to Diana's deft sweep and now she was staring up at the lights, wondering where it all went wrong.

In analysis, Josey couldn't be blamed for thinking the big Italian was prey waiting to be worked. She had so far utilized a pretty standard, powerhouse move set, and couldn't at all be seen as the swift-kicking sort by the cow-girl. Nonetheless, those powerful Italian thighs swung like a cleaver to meat, simply taking the ground from under her foe and sending her to the canvas. Continuing the swinging momentum, she'd bring herself full circle, back once again to her foe, albeit now aware that the moment was hers, if she capitalized of course.

Pushing up from her kneeling position, she'd run straight ahead, away from her foe, aiming to recoil off the ropes. As she'd return, if her foe had failed to adequately move, Diana would rush clear for her, bringing herself off her feet and extending her knee, in an amazon-style shining wizard kick!

Josey was kicking herself, nearly as much as Diana had just kicked her. She had assessed Diana as a big slow brute, and had wildly underestimated her speed and her guile. The blaring lights of the arena and the roaring raucous of the crowd did little to alleviate Josey's frustration and pain. It was a mistake on her part and a professional move on Diana's. This sort of thing could just not keep happening.

The shock and pain caused the Outlaw to get up slowly, more slowly than usual. Her opponent wasn't on her, not even near her, and Josey was preparing to make Diana pay for not pressing her advantage when she had it. The second Josey looked up, she was met with a knee to the face, and immediately fell back down to the mat. The blow knocked her unconscious for a second and kept her down for a few seconds longer...

It was a easy presumption to make that Diana would be all power, given her frame. The bets were on that the match would of been power vs power, with Josey likely coming out on top given her bigger stature. But that been said, Diana made it painfully obvious to the cow-girl that whilst she had the frame of a powerhouse, she could resort to more technical, luchadore-esque moves should the moment require.

Landing next to the woman as a result of the kick, Diana would quickly stand, briefly brushing off where said knee connected. She didn't even bother going for a pin, knowing that on Josey, it would simply give the woman time to catch her breath before most likely literally throwing Diana off her before the three count even came close.

The Italian would instead bring a foot over, either side of the cowgirl, and bring down her hands. Latching onto the woman's hair, she'd aim to force Josey standing, even preparing to bend her knees and deadlift the giant up, if she failed to co-operate and make the rise easy on her scalp.

Even though she was barely clinging to consciousness and near the end of her tether, Josey was never a girl to make things easy for anyone other than herself. Previously, the cowgirl could not imagine what the feeling of getting scalped was like but the rough hands of Diana gave her a pretty good clue. She winced in pain as she was forced to her feet.

Two drops of blood hit the mat. Her insides, like her outsides, were red. The breaths coming from her were awfully slow, and her eyes were half drooped. There was no timer that announced how long the match had gone on, but Josey would have been surprised if the match hadn't lasted for an hour. In the clutches of this powerful woman, Josey began feeling quite a bit like prey...

Diana wasn't the sort to think her opponent was ever 'out-of-it', or ever even consider a match becoming a squash in her favour. Sure, she'd take control, but she'd constantly make each and every one of her plays as if her opponent were about to counter, this been no different. It was a tactic more so apt for her current foe, given the sheer scale and power of Josey.

Dragging the big girl to her feet, eyeing the damage her manoeuvre had caused. In the ever attempt to prove that simply because she was of powerful build, her moves were not simply restricted to a power-based catergory, she'd latch her hands onto the shoulders of the cowgirl.

From there, she'd bend somewhat, before jumping, using the hands she'd just place to bring her lower body higher. If Josey failed to capitalise, the big Italian would latch her legs around the cowgirl, standing, before trying to pull back, aiming for a picture perfect hurricanrana!

When Josey 'woke up', it was far too late. Josey played hard and she slept hard and even between the warm sheets of her bed she was all but impossible to rouse. The brutal knee to the face sent her to la la land and the cowgirl simply did not recover in time. Two rough hands on her shoulders made a spark of life flash in her red eyes, but by the time she had come to, Diana's legs were around her and she was being launched in a hurricanrana.

Josey rolled to a stop halfway across the ring. When Diana had her hands on her shoulders, she thought she was going to be lifted into the air and sent packing with a power move. That was not to be, and the Italian woman showed great athleticism. It was fairly easy to appreciate facing the white canvas, after all.

But there was some fight in the cowgirl. She was down, but not out. With a thousand curses, she tried to gather herself and pull herself standing, but after one weak attempt, she collapsed back down to the mat.

The crowd couldn't not raise an eyebrow to the fact a woman of Diana's stature had pulled off such a luchadore-esque move, especially on a woman of Josey's scale. Diana herself couldn't help but dust herself off as she rose, evidently satisfied at the problem free manoeuvre that evidently caught her foe off guard, watching as Josey rose quickly only to fall near immediately. She'd demonstrated great athleticism, next up was raw power.

"Let's be honest, you didn't expect that," the Italian would bend, turning her head to briefly meet eyes with her foe as her hands came to her shoulders, trying again to force her up. When the big woman was standing, the Italian would bend, her forehead coming just underneath the cow-girls chest, as she looked to lock in a power-based followup.

Hooking her arms, if Josey failed to react, the Italian would hoist her high up into the air, legs dangling straight down, trying to compress her waist in a lifted bearhug!

Diana's words, like the reactions of the crowd, washed over Josey's ears. She couldn't make out anything in particular, aurally and visually, and it seemed as if the whole world was spinning around her. But Josey had been lucky, and some guardian angel was lifting her from the depths she was in. The angel was even embracing her with all of its strength...

When the reality of the situation finally dawned on Josey, it was far too late. Her senses came rushing back to her in a flood, along with the pain currently racking her body. Both of Josey's arms were pinned to her sides which rendered them effectively useless and her force was now completely contorted with pain.

Not only had Diana completely flipped the script, she was running Josey ragged. The Outlaw felt like she was about to be hauled off the the sheriff's office, the way things were going, and she was not about to have that. She thrashed her legs as hard as she could, hoping to make contact with any part of Diana she could hit. If one of those kicks happened to land between Diana's legs, Josey was sure she could explain it to the ref girl.

Diana had arguably a larger repertoire than most, especially considering the sort of moves you'd expect a relatively stacked woman to pull out. That being said, sometimes the situation would occur where the Italian simply wrapping her arms around her foe and squeezing with all her might is the best course of action.

"Come on Josey! You can take this!" She'd roar, before giving a particularly brutal compression, almost trying to pop a rib.

The cowgirl quickly begun to kick like a mule, roughly connecting in numerous spots all over the Italians legs. She'd try to keep her bracing, trying to squeeze her foe out near enough, before a particularly nasty shin shot connected, fully destabilizing the woman. She'd release, stepping back as she did, somewhat shaking off her legs.

"And there was me..thinking we were having a moment..." She'd mutter out, somewhat grimacing at the sharp pain.