Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman II

Hangman match: This match is to be fought in a cage. Four nooses are tied to the top of the cage above every turnbuckle. To win, a wrestler must wrap a noose around her opponent's neck. No disqualification.

Josey had always been enamored with the old West. Anyone could tell you that. Hell, right now, Josey was playing her harmonica. A mournful tune wailed through the halls of the arena as the Outlaw considered what was about to happen. The match that she had been offered was exactly the sort of thing Josey lived for. It had all the theatrics of the best Leone film, and had the pithy vengeance that Josey so desired. It didn't seem that long ago that Josey and Cecilia had their match, let alone their little run-in at the fair, but Josey was still burning with hatred. Her playing became faster and the harmonica belted out a rather serious tune now.

The Outlaw was sitting back in her chair with her feet propped up against a table. Her muscled legs were intertwined and her broad shoulders were adorned with her black cape. She usually only had that, as well as her black cowboy hat, for casket matches. This wasn't a casket match, but it was close enough in her reckoning, so she went ahead and threw it on. A few minutes prior, she had run in place and stretched herself a bit. There was only so much you could do to prepare yourself for a fight against the Northern Queen, and Josey thought she had done enough. She had beaten her before. Why couldn't she beat her again?

The cowgirl sat up in her chair. There were tons of videos on Youtube concerning Cecilia, and Josey had watched exactly none of them. Her win would not be a high tech one that came as a result of hours of practice. No, it would come the same way all of her wins had, as a result of atavistic fury and sheer strength. The Outlaw sensed that the match would begin soon and began making her way to the staging area. This match wasn't a PPV, but maybe it should have been. Everyone around her could feel the sheer antipathy Josey had for Cecilia. Their history was longer than many knew, and even Cecilia was among those who didn't know. Her black outfit looked flattering on her, and showed off her powerful muscles.

A harmonica blared over the loudspeaker and Josey entered the main arena. The crowd was cheering, not necessarily for her, but for all the violence to come. Josey was going to give them what they wanted. This would be violence unseen since prehistory, where the only measure of a person was their propensity to commit violence. The cowgirl had that propensity and was willing to show it to anyone who inquired. She opened the cage door and stepped inside.

She eyed all the nooses. They looked just as they did in all the old movies. She smiled as the door was closed behind her. Desperadoes weren't the ones who got hanged.

Spoiler:

Cecilia had been waiting for the moment where she could get even with Josey, she had hoped that she would be able to lay Josey out for a good long while at the fair, though in the middle of her beatdown, Josey had decided to runaway and leave the blond to deal with the police. Where she had been taken in for the night...so Cecilia was more than just eager to beat Josey down tonight, she was hungry for it, she needed it! She wanted to tear the cowgirl apart and show everyone that her win was a fluke!

The blond was already dressed and ready when Josey's theme started to blast out of the speakers, that meant it was time for her to make her way towards the gorilla position. The blond stepped out of her locker room, her strong frame in her pants and top attire as usual, she walked with confident steps and stopped right before the curtain that blocked the way down to the ramp. She took a deep breath and would clench and unclench her fist. Nodding to herself.

After Josey's theme had stopped there was a silence in the arena. Before finally the theme of the blond started to blast out of the speakers. The music was loud and in your face, just like the Swedish powerhouse and that was just how she liked it. When she stepped out onto the ramp the arena was showered in cheers and shouts for the Blond Powerhouse. Like usual she was a fan favorite more than anything. She walked down the ramp all the way to the caged ring and stepped right in through the door.

Seeing Josey in the same attire as the woman had worn the day when she was throw into that Casket, it was something that made the blond smirk. Josey did look very good, strong, busty and gorgeous....that frame would look lovely hanging from that noose. Cecilia wasted no time, she walked right up to Josey, pressing herself against the fellow blond, pushing her large breasts against Josey's as her red eyes stared intently into Josey's. She let out now words, she let her eyes do all the talking and they were screaming that Josey was in for a beatdown like no other.

Josey was undaunted. There was little anyone could do to truly cow the Outlaw, and Cecilia had not quite found the magic to do it. She eyed Cecilia the whole time she was coming down the ramp. Her fists could squeeze coal into a diamond and her red eyes burned with firey passion. If there was a war god, Josey was imbued with his power. The veins in her neck were already bulging. Hatred came easy to the Outlaw, but this blonde woman in particular was the scourge of god.

The cowgirl said nothing either. They were both in the ring now, and touching each other. Cecilia loved brushing up against her. Josey wasn't entirely sure she could blame her compatriot in arms, as the Outlaw was really damn hot. The Northern Queen was quite the looker herself. But it irked Josey, much the same was literally everything else Cecilia did. Her nostrils flared. It was almost go time. There would be no long drawn out speeches, no declarations. War had already been declared. The only thing left to do was carry it out.

The bell rung. The Outlaw wasted no time. She didn't even take a step back to give herself more space. Josey sent a punch, as fast as lightning, towards the face of her opponent. There was no warning, nothing to tell Cecilia that it was on its way. If the Northern Queen had not already surmised that Josey hated her guts and was willing to display it with violence, then the blonde woman was simply never going to learn.

The two very imposing fighters stood face to face, chest to chest and glared right at each other, there was no need for words as neither woman had any desire to speak to the other until the other was a bloody mess hanging from a noose. The Swede was just waiting for that moment when the bell rang so she could clean Josey's clock. That was until Josey's fist came flying right into her face, smacking the slightly shorter blonds cheek and forcing her to stumble back a step.

The blond groaned out...quickly gritting her teeth and stepping back towards Josey, throwing a canon ball like right fist right for Josey's pretty mug. Attempting to drill her fist into that cheek of the fellow blond and show Josey and everyone else that she was not the type to back down to anything, not even the cowgirl's mighty fist.

The sound of bone on flesh rang through the arena as Josey's first shot hit hard. Josey wanted to rejoice and gloat, but she knew that was incredibly foolish. Only a few people would get hit like that and just accept it, and Cecilia could not be counted in their number. If Josey were a bit brighter, she would try to dodge or parry whatever was coming next. But Josey didn't: her pride suggested that dodging was sheer cowardice, and any attempts to block were even worse.

And Josey needed to show Cecilia that she did not fear her. The cowgirl ran from the law, just as she had done a thousand times before. She didn't run from Cecilia. The punch slammed into her pretty face and sent the Outlaw a few steps back. Her body demanded that she drop to the mat, but Josey resisted. Cecilia's hard punch fazed her, but it did not do enough to drop her.

Josey charged forward again, this time using her legs as her primary method of attack. She swung her leg up to Cecilia's right side, hoping to rattle that rib cage a little bit.

Neither of the blond beauties wanted to go down after just one punch, this was no single punch knock out challenge as both of them would probably take over a hundred blows from each other before any of them would even drop to their knees, let alone go down! Such was the will between these mighty women.

Josey soon stepped right back towards Cecilia after she had taken that strong punch straight to her face, and without a second thought the mighty cowgirl threw a strong kick right towards the blond. Cecilia's eyes widened as she attempted to brace herself.

Josey's strong tree trunk like legs smacked right into Cecilia's ribs, forcing the swede to buckle a step to the left, before her right arm went down to try and wrap it around Josey's strong leg, hugging it to her side. Pain ran through her side, but the mighty Swede had no desire to show it! She was gonna show nothing but strength and power to Josey! As she would try and take her hold of that leg and attempt to and twist around and pull Josey with her with a whole lot of force to try and carry Josey off of her standing foot and toss her off around with a simple leg whip! Trying to throw the cowgirl down onto the mat with a not so soft landing!

Josey had strong shoulder and strong arms. She earned her strength on the plains of Texas while being baked under the cruel and unforgiving sun; that strength aided her in a thousand fights and a thousand victories. Her upper body was the focal point of her power, which rendered her lower legs weaker. They were still strong, yet Josey's kicks were not the main facet of her brawling. The Outlaw was punished for her being less than judicious with her attacks when Cecilia grabbed her leg.

Her red eyes went wide. She knew something bad was about to happen, but she couldn't tell exactly what. Josey foudn out fairly quickly, as Cecilia hefted her over. Josey spun in the air, before coming to a stop a few feet away. Her only solace was that she got the kick in. It was little aid to her now that she was fresh, face down on the mat though.

The blows Cecilia landed were already beginning to have a cumulative effect on her, just as blows tended to do. Josey tried to pull herself up as quickly as she possibly could, to get back in this match and get going.

Throwing Josey off and having the ever so slightly bigger Cowgirl land with such a loud thud was quite a feeling, but the Swede knew more than anyone now that she couldn't just let Josey get up, she had to stay on the woman. The Mighty Swede was well trained pretty much all over, and she knew just how to deal with Josey now, exactly how to bring the pain to the cowgirl.

Cecilia was quick to move when Josey started to push herself up, as she would try and run right up against the fellow blond and try and raise her left leg off of the mat and drive her foot right into Josey's face for a running big boot! Trying to drive the sole of her black and red boots right into that pretty mug of the Outlaw!

She heard Cecilia before she saw her. There was no mistaking what was happening behind her. Her fellow blonde charged across the ring the same way a bull charges across an arena towards a matador. The Outlaw reckoned that the blow was going to be a clothesline, or something that she could deal with given that she had a strong and bulky body. When she wheeled around, she was pretty surprised that there was a boot flying straight towards her face.

Her eyes went wide. Cecilia's boot made contact with her nose and Josey's body left the confines of the mat. She literally flew backwards and skidded to a halt two or three yards away from where she had started. The Outlaw groaned- before, she had gotten off to a solid start. Now she wasn't doing so hot at all.

The big boot drove right into the cowgirl's face and practically flung the woman backwards and down onto the mat. The Swede let out a soft chuckle to herself as she would start to step up towards the cowgirl's downed body, there was no mercy this time, not playing around....all there was would be to lay into Josey with everything she had! As such the Swede would try and stomp down onto those large breasts of Josey's to try and drain the woman of air....before attempting to lean down and take a handful of those long blond locks to yank Josey up to her feet.

If she could get Josey up to her feet, the Swede would attempt to shove that head in underneath her armpit, wrapping her arm around that pretty head as her free hand would go down to Josey's hips and grab a hold of her by her belt, trying to hoist Josey up into the air and hold her there for a second or two...letting blood flow down into Josey's brain, before attempting to throw her backwards for a delayed vertical suplex!