Josey Wales vs. Mari Fuuma

Josey had bought herself some time, but there was little she could actually do about the space. After all, Mari was still holding on to her blonde hair. The kick made a nice crunching sound as it slammed into Mari's side, but Josey was by no means out of the woods yet. The Outlaw didn't have the berth to go grab one of those lovely little tools that would hurt Mari so much.

But she did have all of her natural weapons. Her mobility was limited, but in reality all she had to do was swing her arms. And that is precisely what Josey did, swinging her arm up for a massive uppercut. If that didn't rattle her loose, she was sure what would have.

Coughing and heaving after the brutal hit to her side, Mari still refused to let go of the Mighty Texan's hair despite the state she was in. During her stumbling, she unknowingly kicked the wrench away that had falling near her feet, forcing it to slide across the concrete floor and underneath one of the cars. Luckily, there was many other tools and wrenches that were the same, so it was not going to be missed at all.

Shaking her head to try and force herself back into focusing, Mari focused just enough to see the fist of Josey roaring to her face. With an audible smack, Josey's fist connected into her face. Mari's head whipped back as it didn't take long for blood to start dripping out of her nose after the hit, Mari's legs turning to jelly as she fought to keep herself standing. She was not able to as she released Josey's hair and fell on to her butt, only able to see the stars floating in her vision.

Josey was thrice blessed: with her awesome strength, her capacity for violence, and now with a litany of choice. There were all sorts of options available to her now as the toolbox had spread its contents far and wide. Josey reckoned she had a few precious seconds with which she could make a decision and act on it. The Outlaw moved as quick as she could and grabbed a nearby tire iron.

Then she moved forward. She tried to press it against Mari's throat to choke her. The harsh and cold iron would have felt awful against one's neck, especially as it choked her. Josey's eyes burned with hatred as she tried to choke the life out of her opponent. There were no refs to stop her...

Sitting on her butt, Mari still had to fight against the dazed state she was in trying to see past the flashes to Josey. She certainly was not going to wait for her to get back into fight as she came at her with a tire iron. Mari could not defend herself as the cold steel pressed against her throat and forced her back into the pavement. "Gggggguuuuu...!!" Mari gasped out as her hands quickly shot up to the tire iron and tried to push it off, fighting against Josey's strength to try and give herself a little breathing room.

Kicking her legs, attempting to push off of the pavement to try and slip away, anything that Mari could think of in her panicked state to free herself she tried with all of her might. This fight wasn't going to stop until one of them were KO'd and as vicious as this was, it was only going to get worse.

Mari was strong. The Outlaw was having trouble keeping the tire iron across her throat. Josey noted that it was just hubris that made her think she could get a KO this early on in the goings. The tire iron was still across Mari's throat, sure, but there was no reason to think that it would stay there for very long. Mari was getting closer and closer to finally ridding herself of Josey, so Josey would have to get off of her on her own terms.

The cowgirl released the hold on Mari and quickly scooted down Mari's body. If she were quick enough, she could bring the tire iron down across her opponent's body. And if she managed to do that, she would bring it down hard- Josey was not one to hold back, and she was not holding back at all here.

Mari fought to keep that tire iron from squashing her throat pushing with all of her might and succeeded in preventing a blackout from suffocation. The weapon was finally removed from Mari's throat as she took in a large breath of air now that nothing was blocking her wind pipe, soon breaking down into a violent series of coughs.

It was a short lived reprieve however as Josey had moved down her body and with no form of resistance stopping her, Josey postured up with the tire iron raised up and crashing down on her body. "Gaaaaah!" Mari screamed out, the pain shooting through her body like a wave of electricity, her body tightening up in response to the pain as she contorted to her side. Her hands immediately shot down to her side, gasping and coughing through her bouts of pain as Josey was still on her and ready to bring the pain.

The Outlaw was feeling good. Her form in the swing was perfect. Sometimes back on the ranch she would have to chop wood, and that's all this was, really: chopping wood. Performing a menial task to get the promised reward. Unlike back in Texas, the task wasn't various chores around the farm and the reward wasn't cold hard cash. Here, her task was kicking the crap out of Mari and the rewards was a hard won victory.

Josey threw the tire iron away. It had served its purpose and clattered to a stop a few feet away from them. It was time to get this match moving, because that is where the true heavy impacts lay. She rose up and bent down to seize her opponent. The cowgirl would attempt to stand her up and Irish Whip her over to the car.

Curled up into a ball of pain, Mari clutched her stomach from that vicious and violent strike from the tire iron. Gasping and coughing for air, Mari wasn't sure if a rib broke from that hit but she was damn sure that it was definitely going to leave a heavy black bruise sooner than later. Mari was expecting another hit from the iron as she tucked up to protect herself as much as possible. But to her great surprise, she heard the iron hitting on the ground a ways away. Looking up, she saw that Josey had discarded the tire iron as a wave of relief washed over her body as it loosened up from it's ball.

Although Mari knew that the pain was far from over, at least it wasn't going to come in form of that foreign object. Being forced up, Mari haphazardly managed to find her footing after stumbling and almost falling back down to the floor. It was only because of Josey's strong grip that she did not. Without time to catch her breath or balance, Mari found herself being whipped towards teh same car she had smashed Josey into just before.

"Ooooopph!" Mari cried out as she slammed against the door, denting it and cracking the window from the impact. Crumpling, Mari would fall on to her butt as she soon went back to gasping for air, trying to get herself back into a position to fight back. That wasn't happening just yet.

There was something wrong with Josey. Actually, strike that, there were tons of things wrong with Josey. Her childhood, which led to her black rage, which led to her bottomless proclivity towards violence. But those were over arching problems, and not proximate in the slightest way to her predicament now. The problems haranguing her now were the pain coursing through her body, as a result of the woman who had just been thrown into the car. If she hadn't been hit, she would be marching towards her in a more sprightly fashion, but there was nothing she could do about that now.

Except heap tons of violence against her. That would do just fine. The Outlaw came up to her opponent and tried to collect Mari off the ground. She would grab her by her hair and get her on her two feet, standing like a proud woman. And then very much unlike a proud woman, Josey would attempt to send her head forward, straight into the car.

Bashing an opponent's head against a car was something she hadn't done in a long time. Her fists were like steel, but the car actually was steel, so it provided a lot harder of a weapon. The Outlaw was out for blood now, and she was not going to stop until she got it.

Moaning and groaning against the dented door, Mari's body cringed in pain as her back was flaring up with the sting of getting thrown into the door. Perhaps sting was under exaggerating the action itself, with the decently large crumpled spot that was now in the door along with the cracked window. Mari was lucky she didn't get cut up badly from either shards of glass or extruding metal that could've sprung out when she crashed against the door.

There wasn't much for a heavy heart when Mari was pulled away from her mark on the car and was forced to stand up. Being pulled by her hair, Mari's hands first went up to grab at the wrists of Josey, before one of her hands would grip on to the waistband of Josey's shorts as she was being pulled up, looking eye to eye with Josey. Even though she was in pain, there was a slight tinge of excitement that Mari was feeling, she wanted to see just how much they had to take and give before the other was KO'd.

And just as she finished that thought, her head crashed against the car being exclaimed with a loud smash of flesh on steel. Her head whipping back from the blow, Mari stumbled away on wobbly legs from the car before falling on to her knees. She felt something wet dripping down from right above her right eye. Blood had started to seep out from a nasty looking cut as it was dripping down the side of her face in one solid stream.