Josey Wales vs. Mari Fuuma

So it was going to be like this. Honestly, there was no surprise in Josey's expression, mostly because the only thing on her face was pain. Mari's hard fist slammed into her pretty face again and again and Josey was soon sputtering and cursing in turns. Finally she got her hands up to defend herself. She was starting this match in a giant hole, and there was little she could do about it now. This wasn't some graceful flying through the air bullshit. This was becoming a beatdown, and one Josey was on the business end of.

Her blonde hair was still in Mari's clutches and she quickly surmised that there was nothing she could do about that. What she could do, however, is use her powerful legs to begin digging herself out of this situation and getting herself back into this fight. With a concerted and quick motion, Josey shot her leg out and around, trying to sweep her foe off of her feet.

Teeing off on the vulnerable Josey's head, Mari took shot after shot throwing bombs on her face whenever she could. The feeling of her hand crashing against the skull and face of Josey, it was pleasing and therapeutic in a way. A hell of a way to let off some steam and pent up aggression. However her little enjoyment out of the beating she was giving was shut down a bit when Josey began blocking her face, not allowing Mari to hit her flush.

Now Mari was getting frustrated with each blow that didn't smack Josey right in her face and got more and more aggravated with each missed hit. It allowed Josey to take advantage of her unfocused mind and managed to sweep her legs out from underneath her. "Gah!" she cried out in surprise as she fell to her side. Grunting in pain as the landing was not soft due to the concrete floor, but she didn't have the time to mull over it as she rolled away and got to her knees.

Josey finally had a chance to breathe. Getting her defenses up ameliorated the worst of the blows but strikes after strike hit her forearms. Bruises were already forming and she knew it. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she would be pretty dang happy if she didn't wind up in the hospital. The blows stopped raining in after her successful leg sweep and Josey knew she had to take the initiative if she wanted to climb back in this match.

The Outlaw leaped up. Her aching head was haranguing her but she pressed on. Winning the match was a secondary goal at this point. The only thing that was on her mind now was getting back at the woman who had the fucking audacity to strike her over and over. Mari was in for a world of hurt, she just didn't know it yet.

The cowgirl had worked hard her whole life. Work sometimes involved beating random people and taking their money, but it was work. The lifetime of toil hardened her and made her muscles round and thick like cannonballs. The muscles in her legs were particularly strong, and Josey brought one back and then forward rapidly, to try and land it in Mari's gut.

Rubbing the side that she fell on, Mari had a little stinging sensation shooting through her sides before being able to dispel it. However it was not the time to be worried about minor pains such as that as she had to contend with an angry Josey who was not happy in the least with her flurry. Josey started throwing kicks at Mari, who was forced to cover up in order to block most of the hits and she did, until one managed to slip past her guard and hit her flush in the stomach.

"Guuuuh!" she groaned out in pain as she covered her gut. It was not in her best interest to stay within Josey's range as she rolled backwards, getting some much needed distance between her and the angry Texan. Rubbing her stomach, she felt the force that was being her opponent's kick and knew from then her worries about her opponent's strength was not missed placed. And that was only one kick, she could only imagined if Josey had managed to nail her with one of those heavy fists of hers.

The match had only just started. If Josey were a betting woman, she would wager that this match was only half a minute in, and already Josey was feeling out of it. The Outlaw wasn't tired, not yet, but getting punched over and over in the head would do that to a woman. Her breaths were coming in hard and the humidity in the air made the inside of her lungs feel wet. The advantage was there to take, as Josey's kick landed, but Josey held back.

Her heel rested on the ground. The car was still behind her and now her opponent was in front of her. Josey's fist was clenched. "You ain't gettin' outta here. Not 'cept for on a stretcher." She brought her hands up.

Then she charged forward. Both of her previous charges had failed, but Josey paid no attention to that inconvenient fact. Rather than going for a punch or a kick, Josey lowered her shoulder for a form tackle to bring Mari down to that hard concrete floor.

Getting to her feet after taking that glancing blow from Josey, to Mari she was unaware that it was 'just' a light hit, Mari was ready to continue their fight. And it turned out that Josey was as well as the Texan had rushed at the silver head with violent intentions and tackled her right back to the concrete. Not only was the initial crash against the hard floor was painful, but then Mari slid on it due to Josey's momentum crashing into her, causing her back to grind against the coarse surface.

Part of her get up tore away from the cheese grater like surface and gave her a few small scratches to leave on Mari's exposed skin. "Aaaaaahhh!" she groaned out with Josey on top of her, getting up or arching up her back from the pavement wasn't really an option as she brought her hands up to try and push Josey away by her shoulder and by her chin. "G...get off of me...!" she barked out, bringing in her legs to the equation as she tried to push Josey by her hip for additional leverage.

The hand on Josey's shoulder was strong. She felt the strength in it. Josey had a fondness for strength in all people, but mostly the strength in herself. The tackle came off well and Mari was planted hard against the concrete floor. Under her, the silver-haried beauty's body was nice and hard, and surely in a ton of pain. The Outlaw had something that approximated a mount now and she knew she had to captilize.

And capitalize she did. Even if Josey knew more than 10 or so submissions she wouldn't use them. The Outlaw's fists flew downwards towards her opponent. Josey's rage was indiscriminate and she cared very little as to where her punches landed. Some of them could be said to be aimed towards Mari's head, while others targeted her body.

Covering up herself the best she could as she was forced to stop trying to push Josey off of her due to the heavy hits that were raining down on her making a point to block her face from the wild strikes and mostly managed to do so except for a few shots that landed in her stomach. "Gah!" she moaned out, cringing in pain and allowed Josey to nail her right in the face. Both punches were hard as hell as Mari's head needed a few seconds to realize what happened.

Unfortunately a few seconds was not something that she was allowed to have as Josey continued to rain down the pain, more and more of her punches nailing into Mari and each of them eliciting a grunt and groan of pain. Pulling herself together, she knew that this should not continue and Josey needed to be forced off immediately. Reaching up, Mari grabbed both sides of Josey's head, she would pull her down and spring her head forward in an attempt to head butt Josey square in the face to try and force her off.

The bone of her knuckles collided with Mari's body a few times. Considerations like aim and mercy were far beyond her now. Her heart pumped adrenaline around her body and Josey responded to it in her usual way: heaps and heaps of violence. The Outlaw was nothing but offense and didn't even see the two hands reaching up to grab the sides of her head. She only noticed when they clamped down and responded with a weird look on her face.

Then Mari shot her head forward and her nose lit up with pain. A squirt of blood shot from it and Josey's eyes became teary. She was jostled from her point and fell off to the side, holding her nose in pain. Josey scrambled away on her butt hands and knees and shot up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

She rose. "Lucky shot." It was the closest to praise she got. "You ain't gonna be so lucky next time." She raised her dukes and prepared herself for the next round of combat.

Smashing her forehead against the nose of Josey, Mari's head whipped back and luckily did not smash back against the concrete as she managed to get Josey off of her. Her head was spinning after her own move, showing that no one wins in a headbutt. Her body was a little shaky after the hit but quickly managed to recover as she rolled away and got on to her knees as she turned to face Josey, seeing that she got first blood as it was dripping down from her nose.

Putting her hand up to her forehead, Mari looked to see if it was bleeding. There was blood, but it was from Josey's nose as her lips curled into a smile. "Keep telling yourself that." she sneered back, not knowing how rare it was for Josey to 'compliment' someone as she would get back to her feet. She expected Josey to do the same, since she was definitely not the opponent to simply wait on her butt for what was to come.

And sure enough, she did rise with her hands up ready to fight despite with a bloody nose. "Fine, I didn't need luck anyway to beat you." she calmly and smugly replied as she would rush at Josey, this time looking to throw a hard straight aimed at Josey's face.