Tombstone Match: Josey Wales vs. Valrie Constance

Josey was breathing hard. The slumping body of Valrie was now at her feet and black rage was in her heart. She knew she could have kept going, kept attacking this freshly unconscious body. It was in her nature after all. But the Outlaw was just tired of this zombie woman and all her diva bullshit. She was going to get more violence, but it was going to be useful violence, the sort that ends a match. Josey bent over and grabbed the Canadian woman by her two lovely feet.

Maybe it would have been a good idea to look at the graves at some point. The only way to win this match was to hit the opponent with a tombstone on top of their grave. She began dragging Valrie across the concrete floor of the arena backwards, casting glances from side to side as she did so. One name, another name. None of them Valrie's. Finally, she got to her opponents. She cast a glance down at Valrie. It would be more fun to wake her up, so she could see her own defeat.

Valrie's alarm clock went off in the form of Josey raising her foot up and aiming a stomp at her crotch.

Valrie was out cold at the moment and provided no resistance as she was dragged along the ground. Blood continued to slowly pour down the Canadian rockstar face. Yet the zombie-like wrestler would not stay out cold as pain suddenly ran through her body as Josey stomp right in between her legs. “AHHH!” scream Valrie as she suddenly became awake due to the cheap shot that her opponent had taken. She would move her arms in between her legs and start rubbing in hopes of lower the amount of pain she was in and shielding it from further attacks.

Follow me by the trail of blood. That always seemed like some cool shit to say to someone, and now it was literally true. A crimson smear painted the concrete floor and the opponent for the evening was before her now. Josey's dirty move went off without a hitch and the fans were booing her properly now. Good. Let them boo. Let them whine like the little puppies they are. Let them boo until they have no breath in their lungs. Let them boo until Josey had beaten every girl here at AFW into a pulpy red mess.

Josey bent over. She hadn't realized how tired she was. The adrenaline was beginning to subside and fatigue was beginning to set in. The Outlaw wasn't truly tired yet, but she knew it wasn't that far off. Maybe she could lay off the beer for a little while.

Or maybe not. It was what fueled her most of the time. Like the desire to win was fueling her now. Josey bent over and attempted to lift Valrie to about waist height before hitting her with a bulldog.

Valrie was now in a world of pain. Her head was pounding as she felt the blood coming out of it. Her crotch was also in pain not to mention the rest of her body was also hurting. There was only one comforting thought at the moment, the audience, her fans were on her side. Yet she would soon forget about this as she was lifted up to her opponent waist before having her head locked in. She tried to push away but she was so exhausted and beaten she couldn't even raise her arms. Soon she would see the ground approaching before her head hit smack right on the ground. This caused her head to pour even more blood at the moment as she simply moaned in pain. The Canadian rock star just wanted the match to end at this point but her opponent seemed intent on hurting her.

Josey rose up once again, like a phoenix. The crowd were full on booing her now. Apparently Valrie was a bit of fan favorite. The Outlaw wasn't exactly sure how many of those fans would remain after they saw Valrie's busted ass face. That thought gave Josey some pleasure eve now as the match began to take its toll in earnest. Josey leaned over and plucked Valrie's grave from the ground. It was time to finish this thing once and for all.

The cowgirl lifted the tombstone high into the air and sought to bring it down as hard as she could over Valrie's back.

Blood was now pouring on the floor as Valrie was barely awake. She was now holding her head, trying to stop as much blood flow as possible as she attempted to get on her hands and knees. Yet the Canadian rock star would be sent back down as she was suddenly hit by a tomb. The tomb would break as it hit her back, sending splinters all over her body and cuts to appear on her back. Her body would go limp at this point as she had taken to much of a beating to move. The bell would then ring, indicating that Josey had won the match. The zombie-like rockstar was now laying in a pool of her blood.

The bell rung and Josey was the one standing. She tossed the remains of the grave to the side as she let the crowd do the whatever they were doing. It wasn't quite cheering or booing or anything, it was just noise. Josey looked down on the terror she had wrought and it looked pretty damn good to her. There was a nice little pool of blood around her which seemed to suggest that Valrie was not going to get up for a while.

She walked over and collected her hat, picking it up from where it had been placed on the announcer's table. No words came out of her mouth. No words need have been say. The Outlaw expressed herself in the horrendous violence she had visited upon Valrie and didn't feel any particular compunction to say anything else. She strode out of the arena confidently.

Valrie would continue to lay down on the ground as the bell rang, still losing blood as each moment pass on. The paramedics would come in and place her on a stretcher before taking her out to get medical attention. It would be a while before she could fight in another match.

Winner Josey