Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman II

Josey was born to be free. The fetters that man had placed on her were meant to be broken. The Outlaw would even defy the laws of nature if she had the opportunity to, but gravity bound her to the ground just as Cecilia would not let go of her wrists. Her concerted jerk back did little else other than make her look foolish, and because she was so caught out she was quickly flipped over.

Then the Outlaw's leg was trapped. She was on her side, and tried to struggle away from her blonde opponent. Josey pulled and yanked and tugged and generally did whatever she could to get away from her opponent. This sort of nonsense was undignified. Josey preferred standing up, and engaging in a proper slobberknocker.

Pulling Josey down onto her side and wrapping her leg around Josey's to constrict it as she kept her wrist control over the other woman was going rather well for the blond, and the more that Josey struggled to try and yank herself free the more the blond would try and keep her fellow blond foe trapped.

Soon enough a wide grin appeared on Cecilia's face as she would try and pull her head back and then attempt to launch it straight at Josey's pretty little nose for a brutal headbutt! Looking to then roll Josey over onto her back and try to straddle her rival's chest and attempt to pin her opponent's arms down by her knees, cracking her knuckles as she would smirk down at Josey grimly!

Josey was almost free. She had been in situations like this before, struggling with cops and the like, trying to get out of the clutches of the law. Cecilia was lots of things, and a woman of the law was certainly not one of them, but this struggle was far fiercer than any of the previous ones. The stakes weren't as life or death as they were on the county house floor, but it felt that way. The nooses hanging over every corner testified to that.

So when the Outlaw finally started to break free a little bit, a glimmer of hope came to her. Then things got real. The Northern Queen was just using that as a ploy to rear her head back and then slam it forward, rocking Josey's nose with a powerful headbutt. The blow sent her loopy, but not so loopy that she couldn't react at all to what came next. Her fellow blonde managed to roll Josey over but not trap her arms, so two strong arms went up to defend her face and head.

Cecilia clicked her tongue in annoyance as Josey's arms went up to protect her face, the blond would shake her head a little before attempting to throw one hard blow to those arms and then quickly scoot back so she was seated on Josey's lower abdomen, going instead to try and drive a solid hard right into Josey's solar plexus looking to stun the cowgirl.

Hopefully long enough for the Swede to start a barrage of punches right down onto Josey's strong abs! Looking to break them apart as much as she could! If she wanted to defeat the cowgirl the Swede knew that she was going to have to chip away at the mighty wrestler piece by piece!

Josey had made her situation a lot better than it could have been but she was by no means out of the woods yet. Her arms stopped the worst of the first punch, but Josey was expecting more to come up high. When her solar plexus was hit, all the air rushed from her body. Her red eyes went wide with shock and pain and the Northern Queen hit her tight abs with a hailstorm of punches.

The Outlaw was getting rocked. Josey could only take it for so long before she started to retaliate, and when she retaliated she retaliated hard. She dropped her defenses and started launching quite a lot of punches of her own, this time aimed at nothing in particular. Breasts, head, arms. Didn't matter. Josey was getting some licks back.

A few powerful punches rained down upon those strong abs of Josey, firing away like canon balls breaking down a wall! Over and over they battered against the cowgirl...soon enough though Josey would start to fire blows back at the Swede and with it the two of them were caught in a mindless battle! A battle of utter meat heads one could say, there was no fancy blocking or clever evasions, there was only fists and muscles and targets to be smashed!

The Swede's targets started to shift around, head, chest, stomach...it didn't matter! She kept raining down her blows against Josey much like Josey rained blows up against her. A wide grin forming on Cecilia's face through the bruises that were starting to form from the hailstorm of blows they were throwing at each other.

Other matches tonight would feature talented women deftly dodging too and fro, women coming off the top rope, and girls using skilled throws to chuck each other all over the mat. But that wasn't what was happening now. If the ground beneath Josey's back was a dirty bar room floor, she would feel a little bit more at home. Well, that wasn't quite right. Josey felt perfectly at home looking up at Cecilia with hatred in her heart.

Her abs were getting sore, but she hardly registered that. Instead, all her thoughts were focused directly upwards, towards Cecilia. The Northern Queen would taste her fury, over and over and over. The Outlaw thought she could outlast her beautiful blonde opponent.

Cecilia and Josey had three encounters with each other so far, prior to this match and there had always been a bit of a slug fest between the two when that happened. It seemed only natural, the Swede could be proud over the fact that at all their encounters she had been the one to knock Josey down when they traded blows and now was not gonna be any different fro the Swede.

Sending punch after punch down at Josey's lovely frame the Swede groaning and grunting with each powerful blow she took which were already starting to bruise her. It seemed as if neither woman would walk out of this arena as anything different than black and blue.

The Swede would start trying to focus her blows on that bare belly more and more! Looking to turn those abs into mush with her powerful fists! Tenderizing the meat of the cowgirl! " Raaahh!!" The Swede would roar down at Josey as she wanted to make sure to the cowgirl that she wasn't going to back down from this little duel of theirs!

Josey knew it was going to come down to this. Sooner or later all the pretenses of wrestling would be abandoned in favor of a slugfest. After this fight was over, someone would put a fat stack of cash in her hand, but that wasn't the currency she was trading in now. The money she preferred at the moment was the oldest currency in history, one favored in prisons, on the battlefield, and in every bar where a fight tore through: the capacity to commit violence. It was the currency she expended the most, and her fists were paying an awfully steep price.

Her iron tummy was slowly being turned into mush, and bruises were already beginning to form. That didn't matter. The blonde woman on top of her mattered. The head was far more vital a part of the body than the stomach and Josey wagered that she was dishing out far more damage that she was taking.

Even if she wanted to run away, she couldn't. Her back wasn't quite against the wall, but it may as well have been. The Outlaw sent fist after fist upwards, hoping to knock Cecilia off her perch in more ways than one.

Turning Josey's abs into mush was a valiant plan of the Swede she was banking on the long game after all...but it seemed as if Josey had other plans, fist after fist flew up against her head and finally the cowgirl threw up a punch that hit the Swede right in the temple, dazing her for a long enough time for Josey to send up a strong punch straight to Cecilia face and with it knock the Swede right off of the cowgirl.

Causing Cecilia to be downed onto her side as she attempted to start pushing herself up towards her hands and knees...this was the first time she had lost a slug fest to Josey...and boy was it annoying.