Josey Wales vs. Mari Fuuma

It looked like Mari was at the point where she was literally rolling over. That signified the end. The Outlaw sensed it. Her fight senses were usually on point, as she had been thousands at this point. When her red eyes turned downwards to her opponent. She doubted there was much, if any, strength left.

So the cowgirl bent to her task. She collected her opponent and tried to throw her over her shoulder. Josey would breathe out for a second, to make sure she could balance her, and make sure that her opponent was positioned correctly. She didn't want to wreck everything here at the finish line. Besides, it looked like Mari wasn't going to move around so much...

Mari moaned out as she laid in the outline of her body on the car roof, glass shards were littered all over the place after being painfully driven into the thin layer of steel. Her back was cut up from the twisted metal as she moaned out, on teh verge of passing out, offering no resistances as she was hauled over Josey's shoulder.

Strung over the shoulder, all Mari did was groan out if any. Her arms and legs hung practically lifelessly over Josey's, completely blissfully unaware of what was going to happen to her with Josey having her in her grasp like this!

There it was. Josey was positioned precariously, but her opponent was in an even worse position. Mari was slung over her back, and in short time she would be finished. If she wasn't then Josey was not sure what she was going to do. The Outlaw did her best to bury that thought as she inched closer to the edge of the car.

Finally, with a great breath in, Josey jumped off of it. She pulled Mari's head down, so that it would hit the floor first. The move was a modified version of her finisher, the Death Valley Driver! And worse still, it would land right on the concrete floor. The Outlaw closed her eyes and braced for impact.

Over Josey's shoulders, Mari was positioned in teh Modified DVD as the Outlaw jumped off of the car with Mari twisted in the air and being driven head first into the concrete floor. There was no question what happened next, Mari's world going black as her body crumpled against the concrete as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body laid out on the floor.

She was out.

Josey stood up. Her tail bone was hurting from hitting the floor, and her whole body had been aching before that. But the sweet taste of victory was within her grasp, and when she rose from the concrete floor, it was with confidence. This woman had vexed her, slammed her, and nearly beaten her, but now here she was fast asleep. Josey's red eyes glowered with sadistic satisfaction as she stood over her opponent. The cowgirl was breathing hard now, her breath hot in the air.

She bent down, and held back a groan of pain. Josey reached for Mari's hand, and lifted it. If it fell to the ground without her doing anything about it, that would mean that Josey won.

Mari laid on the concrete floor, moving only because of her labored breathing as her body was practically lifeless. Her hand was lifted up and with no strength to even feel her arm, it dropped back down to the mat, signalling that she was knocked out.

When Mari's arm hit the ground, Josey smirked. The girl had given her a good match. That was the prime reason why Josey decided not to kick her. The cowgirl turned and marched out of the garage. A mere hour ago, she had not known this woman, not tasted her flesh with her fists. And now she was walking away, having scored the victory of a lifetime over her.

The cowgirl was going to make her way to a bar. She needed a beer. No, about 30 beers.