Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman II

The cowgirl was dead weight at this point. Her eyes still fluttered with life, but for the most part all 160 so odd pounds of the Outlaw was outside of her own control. She recognized the fact that she was up and moving the same way a cave fish might understand the Sun. There was only a dim awareness, cobbled together from impressions more than fact. Her back wasn't to the ground anymore, but instead to the turnbuckle, maybe.

Then she was higher. The Outlaw had still not come awake yet, and high noon was getting awfully close.

Pulling Josey high and higher up with that rope was fairly satisfying to say the least. As she hoisted Josey up higher and higher and got the woman up to her feet...and then for the final stretch she would attempt to give a hard thug and get Josey up to the hight that she had been told she had to, so that the woman had to tippy toe just on those ropes!

It was a great strain to haul up Josey into the air this manner, though it was worth it, if she didn't have those gloves she would probably suffer a little bit from rope burns, as she attempted to put an end to the cowgirl...and hang her like well...Josey Wales.

Josey was more awake now. She realized her predicament, but it was all too late. The rope was tightened around her neck, and the Outlaw was forced to stand on her tippy toes lest her life end this very night. Eventually one of the ref girls would get her down. They would have to, wouldn't they?

Josey wasn't really that worried about the fact that she had lost. What she was more focused on now was staying alive. It had been a burden for her all her life, but here in the ring it was very much a conscious choice she had to make, and he had to keep making more importantly.

With Josey pulled up like that and struggling the bell soon started to ring and the Swede was declared the winner, she would smirk as she stepped back from the corner and raised her arm up into the air in a triumphant manner while the stage hands and ref-girl quickly went to work Josey down from the rope.

" That should teach you." Cecilia let out as she would turn on her heels and start to walk out of the cage, heading off towards the cage door to leave the steel structure with her right fist raised up into the air as the crowd was cheering for the Swedish beauty.

Josey was burning. All the rawness that came with being slammed over and over had subsided, and was replaced with a vague yet passionate feeling. She had lost. That was the most important thing. Of all the ways to lose, this was the most humiliating. Josey had to wait like an idiot until someone came to let her down, lest she die. Even worse, she lost against Cecilia. The woman she hated more than any other person on the face of the earth.

All men live lives of quiet desperation, and the Outlaw could be counted among that number now. She hated it. She hated Cecilia. She hated herself. This whole night had been a complete disaster, and Josey was beginning to regret coming out at all. But if she had put Cecilia in this position...

Well that would be something entirely different.