Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

Josey was released and nearly collapsed like a newborn horse straight down to the ground. After maintaining her sea legs for a bit the cowgirl stood completely upright. There wasn't anything broken it felt like, but quite a few parts were right on the edge. The air she was breathing came down in massive gulps and Josey was apoplectic that her ribs were not being squeezed with the strength of a goddamn bull. Her breath was quickly caught and rage transferred a lot of oxygen to her blood.

"Yer gonna have lots of moments. In the ground." Her terse, growled words were hardly punctuated by her breaths, such was her hatred at the time. She lurched forward, too blinded by burning anger to properly walk, with her fist cocked back and two red eyes full of hatred.

If she weren't so damn angry, she would have feinted. She would have done something cool and powerful and something that would have put this dumb beautiful strong Italian woman on her ass in a jiffy, but Josey couldn't. A fist flew at Diana, wherever it may land, a meteor that barreled towards the fertile earth set to lay waste to the unfortunate soul who lay in its path.

Somewhat shaking out her buxom figure, the Italian couldn't resist to perform somewhat of a 1-2 hop, her body filled with adrenaline and clearly satisfied that she had taken control of her foe. She'd spot the fist rearing itself back from a distance; given Josey's wheezy state, featuring a wobbly base, the strike could be read from even the most amateur of opponents. Diana would step in, ducking, unable to lick her lips at the prospect of taking advantage of her injured foe.

"This time I'll pop a rib!" Rushing in, she'd bring her arms again forward, eyes on Josey's waist, apparently going for yet another bearhug! As she'd close the distance though, hands to Josey's hips, she'd try to sidestep behind the woman, grappling her there, in hopes that her feint would of further caught her off guard, intending to put away her fine foe from there.

A slew of profanity the likes of which Tokyo had never seen before flew from Josey's mouth. Words that were barely even words cursed the Italian woman to the depths of her awful imagination. The punch cut through the air harmlessly. That is what happens when you throw something that is downright sloppy and the Outlaw should have known better. Then in one quick motion Diana was behind her, with her strong hands blessing Josey's waist.

She blinked. There was no guard to throw her off of, no guard to slip under. Josey was far more concerned with being aggressive and taking the fight to Diana. Even in this state, when by all rights she should have been on the defensive and surprised, Josey wanted to get her licks in. Without even thinking about it, she twisted her tight body and sent a brutal elbow flying backwards, one that was intended to crack Diana's skull!

Intending to bring her arms up to choke the woman senseless now that he had the greater position, Diana still found the tense body of her foe struggling in her firm grip. Jostling intensely and swearing with every word in her vocabulary, Josey would shoot a elbow back, which met it's target beyond neatly considering Diana's hands were focused on keeping the huge woman contained.

Diana's head would snap back, teeth clashing together, as she roared in anger and pain. In an act of pure adrenaline, monetarily pushing through the pain, she'd use the momentum of her head falling backwards to suddenly bring it forward, aiming to headbutt the cowgirl squarely in the back of her own head in a manoeuvre which would likely leave the Italian devoid of all sense!

Josey was ready. The cowgirl was ready to spin around and bury Diana under an assault the likes of which were rare on the earth. Her onslaught would have been unstoppable, and Josey was feeling fierce. The ungainly elbow found its mark and her attack could begin anew, unbound by reason or morality or common sense. She was so so ready to devastate this woman and send her to the cemetery.

When something hit the back of her head, all those murderous thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt. The force of the blow caused the cowgirl to pitch forward, taking a few steps in order to avoid toppling completely. She turned around, this time outside of the range to attack her.

There she was. Diana. Her opponent for the evening. There was a certain wholeness to her, a singular drive that lent her an air of august strength. The Outlaw's fierce red eyes burned with a wild heat as she looked the girl up and down, perhaps for the final time. Both of them were fairly ragged at this point which was to be expected when giants clashed. The match had gone on a long time which was to say that the match had gone on long enough.

Josey charged forward. No more sloppy mistakes, no more idiocy. She pulled her right shoulder backwards, feinting a massive straight right. There were too many of those and Diana would surely see it coming. Instead of launching her right side forward, she would pull it all the way around, giving her leverage for a spinning heel kick towards Diana's gut.

There didn't exist a wrestler in the world, or even fighter in general, who could utilise a head butt without feeling repercussions themselves. Diana was of course no different, the double-edged manoeuvre most likely hitting the Italian worse considering she'd just forced a collision with the back of the cowgirls thick skull.

The force of the assault pushed Josey away, giving the Italian a brief moment to shake her head, literally trying to shake some sense back into it. She'd instinctively bring up her fists, resuming typical boxer-esque stance, even though as she brought her eyes to her foe, it was clear no immediate follow-up was about to occur. Matching eyes, Diana almost stared straight into the soul of the woman, as she did like-wise back. It was apparent just from this single meeting that both women were the sort who thrived on dominance and outright control in a match, factors which both wrestlers simply denied the other from obtaining.

And then Josey burst forward.

Arms still up, preparing herself for the assault from the cow-girl, both the stance and aggression exhumed by her foe screamed that she was about to go for a knock-out punch. Only, she didn't.

Instead, Josey's foot would find itself a home in the Italian's gut; her feign catching the Italian perfectly off guard, who had already brought out her hands ready to catch a strike that never came. Bending over, Diana was extremely close to falling to a single knee as she'd wheeze out a hefty breath, eyes close to watering.

Even through her boot heel, Josey thought she could feel Diana's flesh. It had been made hardened by thousands of hours at the gym and to strike against such a perfect target was ecstasy for the cowgirl. Her kick had an immediate and obvious effect and Josey snickered at the notion of her feint working perfectly. During the kick, she had been a whirl of blonde hair and fury and now all of her chickens were coming home to roost.

She advanced quickly on the bent over woman. Her body ached and screamed in protest as she pressed her exhausted and beaten form into the attack one more time. The Outlaw quickly got square and attempted to shove the Italian Stallion's head between her two thick legs. It was a humiliating position, one where Josey absolutely loathed to be, but putting it on another girl wasn't so bad.

The cowgirl bent over to try and seize the darkhaired beauty by her waist and bring her body parallel to her own. The rest would be textbook. She would turn Diana while she was holding her so that she may employ one of her favorite moves: tombstone piledriver, straight into the white canvas. She would have to be quick about it but Josey had little doubt she could pull piledriver off. The move would surely put a damper on Diana's capacity to win the match.

Her body bent over, it was only a matter of what Josey would follow up with, rather than if. Standing choke? Pedigree? Powerbomb? It soon appeared to be the latter, only she felt Josey's grip somewhat different as her waist was hugged tightly from above.

She'd soon discover why; as her body was somewhat rolled in the woman's grip, her face now close to Josey's upper thighs. There was only one move she could be trying to pull off, made even more obvious by Diana's own legs positioned either side of Josey's head. And said move would most certainly be the end of her.

Eyes widening in shock and concern, Diana would bring her own hands to the cow-girls thick thighs. With a hefty push, she'd aim to forcibly slide her own body up and out of Josey's grip, aiming for a sly release behind her!

If all went as planned, Diana would further push her luck; if she managed to slide up and over Josey's shoulders, her arms would of course trail behind her as she did, sliding over her foes front. As they did, they'd aim to hook under Josey's own, aiming to wrap up and around her head. It would become clear to her foe that Diana was looking for a somewhat full nelson of sorts, only if she succeeded, Diana would adjust, aiming to apply her finishing submission manoeuvre, the Accera Wrench!

In wrestling, and in life, so much can change in an instant. Josey thought she had it, the tombstone piledriver, then the powerful Italian woman slipped out of her grasp to say the least. She felt Diana escape from her strong hands, and go up and over her. Then two hands were wrapped around her own head as the Italian woman attempted an incredibly daring counter.

Josey snickered. Let it come. She had been in this position before and chances were that she would be in this position again. Time on the Texas plan was a flat circle, with everything occurring and reoccurring endlessly. She squatted down to give herself the leverage she needed. This was an attempt to get Josey airborne, where Diana could just do whatever she wanted to her. The Outlaw was born free and would die free. She would be the one lifting Diana if she had any say in the matter.

Despite the fact that her arms were literally useless in this scenario, Josey attempted the daring riposte anyways. Then she could jump backwards and send Diana crashing down to the mat with the Outlaw right on top of her!

Arms secure, all Diana had to do was the non-simple task of hoisting her larger foe off her feet, wrenching backwards and bringing Josey's legs onto her as a result. Simple, in theory.

Instead, she found her cow-girl foe suddenly jolting her tense figure backwards into Diana as she had just begun to crouch in preparation for the lift. Caught off guard, relying solely on the speed of her manoeuvre to successfully lock it in rather than expecting a actual response from the cowgirl, Diana would be grounded somewhat easily. Her hold would turn somewhat weak, her own arms more holding Josey's simply because of their positioning, grunting as the somewhat heavier woman landed fully on her.