Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey was breathing really hard. She could not help it. Not only had she been nailed in the solar plexus, but punching and being punched could knock the wind out of nearly anyone's sails. Her mouth hung open, and when she landed on both of her feet, it was not with the same energy as it was when this whole little kerfluffle started. The open mouth turned into a wry smile when she saw the kick slam into Odessa's side, and send the pretty English girl reeling. Any joy disappeared from her face when she saw that her opponent did not hit the floor. The cowgirl had had many opponents in her day, but there were very few who possessed this sort of fortitude, to take this much damage and be able to keep going.

So the Outlaw resolved to put her down. For good. While Odessa was doing whatever bullshit she was doing, Josey was bringing herself in. Not to defend herself, but to attack. Another punched went into the proverbial chamber, but Odessa struck first. She lowered the boom and drove her shoulder right into Josey's gut, forcing all the air from her lungs yet another time.

Josey looked back. She knew she had no chance of staying upright. The Outlaw was not off balance, but the force of the tackle was too much for her. Sure enough, Josey crashed down right on her butt and winced as her backside graced the mat. Fortunately for her though, she still had that punch ready to fly. With a war cry escaping her lips, Josey sent the punch downward. It wasn't as sweet as a blow to the face would have been, but Josey could not imagine that the hard blow to Odessa's back would feel good at all.

The two of them had exchanged some ferocious blows and both nearly been floored, but now Odessa wanted to end this back and forth decisively in her own favor before Josey could pull something out of her back pocket. Just before Odessa's charge hit Josey's midsection, she saw the Outlaw pulling a fist back, ready for another attack. She was glad that she had decided to end this exchange now, because one more blow to her torso may have been enough to knock the wind completely out of her and put her on her big, firm ass.

Odessa's move was not simply a wrestling move, of course. It was not quite the same as the fisticuffs which had come before, either. She tried to thrust her shoulder forward as she came in, drilling the point of it as hard as she could into the blonde's gut, trying to do what her previous blows had done once again: knock the air out of the bitchy American woman. And she succeeded, completely. She could hear the air blowing hard out of her foe's lungs. And Josey had no chance of staying up. There were no ropes to save her, and a powerful English woman was now throwing her weight right into that toned midsection. Josey fell down, and Odessa managed to smirk as she came down on top with her legs straddling Josey's waist.

But Josey's fist came down on her back before she could sit up. Odessa stifled a cry as her body fell down on top of Josey's, her bust pushing up just beneath the Outlaw's chin as what she had hoped to be a vicious beating instead became a distinctly less vicious full-body press, as Odessa would try to grab for Josey's wrists to pin them down on the canvas!

Thwack. That was the sound of Josey's fist nailing Odessa right in the back. It was oddly reminiscent of the sound of Josey's own body hitting the canvas behind her. The punch to the mocha-skinned beauty's back gave her the slightest glimmer of satisfaction in an otherwise awful situation. Her opponent implanted her right into the mat and managed to get two powerful legs around her waist. The Outlaw was beginning to feel the squeeze, but it looked like her night was not going to be made any easier. Odessa's healthy boobs were right under her chin, which she could not complain about, but her wrists were being pinned to the mat.

"Get off of me, you bitch," she snarled as she turned her head away. This was quite an embarrassing situation for her to be in, and it was starting to be a painful one too. Odessa was pressing that sweet body of hers into Josey, compressing the cowgirl. She felt the air being slowly squeezed from her lungs, and the muscles in her body being pinned down. As she turned her head, she made sure to keep her shoulder just an inch off the mat. Sure, this wasn't a match you could win by pin, but it was the principle of the matter.

But Josey had other things she could use the shoulder for, too. She brought it down fast and hard, and hoped to use the torque to bring her other shoulder around and up, trying to roll the duo over. The Outlaw was quite strong. It was high time to see if Odessa was stronger. She grunted as she tried to pull off the move, hoping that this would be a good sign for a potential beating to come.

Odessa smirked as Josey turned her head, surprised the girl didn't blush bright red and call her "senpai" with body language like that. She was obviously embarrassed by being in such close proximity to Odessa's chest, and Odessa would make sure that the cowgirl did not forget exactly where those impressively-sized melons were, shifting them upward to not just press them against Josey's chin, letting her feel smooth chocolate skin rub up against her face, with the border between it and Odessa's tight leotard hopefully irritating her jawline as that hemline rubbed against it.

And now it seemed that Josey was finally in the mood to talk, though it seemed that she hadn't belatedly decided to wish Odessa the best and agree to a fair fight. Odessa scoffed at the ridiculous command from a girl who was currently being crushed and pinned to the canvas. "Nice to meet you, too, darling," Odessa would say, as she tried to shift her legs and bend her knees further inwards, aiming to drive them into the softest parts of Josey's flanks and make her squeal.

"I'm afraid I don't quite see the point in getting off of you, seeing as how we both seem to be enjoying this position..." she would tease.

Josey would show that she was capable of moving Odessa off of her, however, as she turned her shoulders suddenly and threw her arm against Odessa, using her raw power and the element of surprise to push Odessa over. As she was rolled onto her back, though, Odessa would make sure to do two things: keep her legs clamped tightly around Josey's midsection, and keep her hands wrapped around Josey's forearms!

Josey was not a very articulate sort of cowgirl. Out on the sparse Texas plains, one could find a whole bunch of warrior poets who could capture the august majesty of the brilliant sunset painted across the evening sky. And Josey could not be counted amongst their number. The way the Outlaw conveyed her arguments was through sheer force, so when the British girl implicitly prompted her to give a compelling reason, Josey gave the best one she possibly could. A heaping dose of raw power ensured that Josey was on top.

But that was not to say her situation was a whole lot better. Odessa still had her arms and legs, which said nothing of the burning embarrassment she felt when the dark-skinned beauty got her breasts that close to her face. She felt their softness, and appreciated how ample they were, but that was nowhere close to the same degree of shame she felt at being in such a compromising situation. The blonde cowgirl was burning red, with shame and exertion and fury.

And she was going to use all three of them next. Josey's powerful limbs were of little use to her now, but that was ok. Sometimes when playing the harmonica or in the wrestling ring, one had to improvise. She made sure that her knees were firmly on the ground, and went to work. Utilizing all of the strength in her impressive abs, Josey attempted to pull her opponent off of the ground, and then use her strong core to slam the woman right back down to the ground. And if that did not get her free, she would do it again. And again, and again, and again.

Even though Josey was on top now, free from the humiliation of being underneath Odessa's chest, nearly smothered by it, the British woman would make sure that the cowgirl did not have much of an opportunity to pound on her. She kept her arms restrained, and would continue to crush Josey's midsection with her legs, squeezing hard and putting some real stress on her opponent's ribs as she kept her in that tight clinch. Josey didn't say anything else, which was a shame. Odessa had made friends out of bitter foes before. But those, at least, had talked to her. Josey was just silent, and she was more than a little annoying to the Londonite in that regard.

Josey had her limbs restricted, but she still had ways of breaking free. It would have been impressive if she wasn't such a bitch. When she lifted up, Odessa realized what was going to happen, but could do nothing in time to stop Josey before she dropped, slamming Odessa back-first into the canvas, squashing the dark-skinned wrestler underneath her. Odessa hissed, clenching her teeth, but still hung onto Josey, squeezing her legs tighter around her foe's midsection, trying to squeeze the strength out of the cowgirl. But Josey would lift up again, and slam down again.

And, at that point, Odessa was jostled free, her limbs falling away from Josey's body and slapping down on the canvas. "Gnnh!" she grunted, as she would bring up a hand to try to slam a fist into Josey's face, attempting to preempt what she knew what must be coming next!

Odessa kept looking at her. Josey did not know why. It was as if the British woman was expecting something from her, and the Outlaw did not feel like racking her brain finding ways to deliver satisfaction to the dark-skinned woman, nor did she particularly care about her, in that sense. The red-eyed girl did care about Odessa in the sense of smacking her around, and Josey concentrated on slamming her. It took two blows for the mighty Odessa to become unlatched, but become unlatched she did.

And that meant that Josey was as free as a tornado tearing up the Texas plain. Just when she thought she was home free, a hard fist rose up, like from the grave, and slammed into the side of her face. The cowgirl stumbled off to the side, eventually dropping to one knee. She grunted, and stood all the way up. There she was, a snarling raging beast of a woman, and the dark-skinned beauty was in her sights.

And Josey swore to herself that she was never going to lose track of her. She descended upon her opponent with malice in her heart, raising her strong right leg up and then bringing it down as quickly as she possibly could. Then she would do it again and again, until Odessa finally got the idea that she was going to be unsuccessful in all her future endeavors she might have against the Outlaw.

Odessa had lost her hold on Josey, but she still considered the exchange a victory. After being shaken and slammed free by the cowgirl, the British beauty looked to be in quite the vulnerable position, but a hard, well-timed punch right into the side of Josey's face shook the woman up, forcing her to drop off of Odessa to the side, scrabbling across the canvas for a few seconds, before shoving herself all the way up onto her feet.

Odessa was still a bit shaken up, but she quickly moved to roll over and onto her knees, a prelude to getting back up onto her feet and regaining control of the fight. Josey did not want to let her up that easily. The Outlaw came at her, bringing a leg up and then back down, her foot slamming into Odessa's gut and forcing the British woman back down onto her back. Odessa yelped in pain as the foot did not satisfy itself with just one blow, but kept coming, pounding into her midsection a second time, and a third...forcing spittle and air in large heaves out of Odessa's wide-open mouth.

She brought her hands up, largely by instinct, and the next time that foot came down she would grab onto it and hold on, pulling it tight against her so that Josey could not keep stomping on her. Odessa's brief victory getting Josey off of her had been completely reversed yet again, and now she was just hanging on for dear life, trying to stop her foe from finishing her off here and now!

There was always something so refreshing about stomps. Josey was not the most introspective sort of gal, so there was a very slim chance she would find it out herself. If she had really taken a good long look at her character, she would recognize that stomps indicated that her opponent was down and partially helpless, and the solid crunch of boot on flesh meant that she was harming them even more, setting them up for an even bigger move. Whatever it was, a cruel snicker curled her upper lip and the cowgirl tried to lift her leg up so she could send it down once more.

Odessa went and ruined her fun a little bit by throwing up some defense. Her boot was now firmly in Odessa's grasp, and Josey jerked it around a little bit to find that the hold was incredibly tight. The Outlaw snarled. The time for stomping was over, and Josey had to switch tactics. It wasn't so bad though. Josey knew a thousand ways to seriously harm someone, and she really wanted to employ them all right now.

The Outlaw shifted all of her weight onto the foot that Odessa had trapped under her arms, and raised the other foot up, twisting a bit as she did so. If the dark-skinned beauty thought she had earned herself some respite, she was sorely mistaken. She swung her free leg back, and then shot it forward. The cowgirl was aiming for Odessa's head, but if she hit something else, she was fairly ok with that. The important thing was the notion that Odessa ought to pay for spoiling Josey's stomps.

Josey was obviously enjoying stomping the bejeezus out of Odessa more than a normal wrestler would. It was not just the anticipation of a possible turning point in the match which showed in that cruel smirk on her face—clearly, Josey was a bitter woman who was just plain sadistic. Odessa had never been of a mind to seriously hurt her opponents for sport. And she certainly was not of a mind to have her ribs cracked underneath Josey's heel.

Really, she needed to stop giving Josey any credit whatsoever. Assume the worst of the cowgirl and be pleasantly surprised if at some point she showed some glitter of humanity. As much as she liked to see the best in other people, Odessa could not ignore evidence when it was staring her in the face.

With Josey's boot secured, Odessa needed to try to break completely free from underneath her foe. Odessa would try to give Josey's lower leg a twist—not aiming to do any permanent damage, but hopefully causing some muscular pain which would take Josey down onto the canvas. As she did, however, Josey swung her other leg around, driving the toe of her boot into Odessa's shoulder. The British woman howled as her upper arm spasmed in pain, but she would clutch even tighter onto Josey's boot, refusing to let go just because she was being kicked.

In fact, she would retaliate. She would swing her own leg upwards, not getting nearly as much force behind it, but would try to nail Josey with a kick to her thigh!