Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey was a bolt of thunder, tearing across the Texas sky. She unloaded upon Odessa with all of the force that she could muster. The beautiful dark-skinned woman was saved from oblivion by the grace of God and a hastily thrown together defense, and Josey was angry that she did not knock her out right then and there. Even as she was falling to the ground, her eyes did not waver from her opponent.

And when she saw Odessa getting up, she knew that she had to be on the move too. With the fury of a tornado forming on the crackling horizon, Josey got up and Josey started moving. She was a runaway freight train, and the next stop involved something horrible heading straight at Odessa's face.

She charged. The Outlaw jumped into the air once more, this time with a fist cocked back. Like a bullet firing from a gun, it exploded forward for a devastating Superman punch. Odessa had such a pretty set of eyes, she thought. Then she wondered how pretty they would be if she turned it all red from a direct hit. The bruise that could form under it would not be terribly appealing, either...

Odessa got back up on her feet, ready to defend again. She wanted to go on the offensive, to blunt Josey's momentum, but the cowgirl was pissed, and she was moving fast. If Odessa tried to move against her as a reaction to Josey's attacks, she would only leave herself completely exposed to what Josey was planning for her next.

But here, maybe it wouldn't have mattered. Maybe she should try to give as good as she got, before Josey got in a lucky punch which could break her. Because as it was, though it didn't put Odessa out like a light, that Superman punch was really something. Odessa was thrown violently backwards, despite bracing herself upon impact, tumbling head over heels over head across the canvas and towards the far ropes. Josey still had a lot of power in those limbs. Odessa was knocked for a loop, her head spinning, throbbing pain splitting off into violent, crackling arcs which seemed to shoot through the front of her skull.

She brought a hand up, touching her face, finding no liquid, no blood, but a hot spot which was definitely where a pretty nasty bruise would form. Just to the right of the bridge of her nose, the beginnings of a true black eye. Odessa, dazed, nonetheless knew she had a fight on her hands and couldn't be caught napping. She rolled over, onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees. She tried to watch for Josey, but her vision was hazy. She would lash out if she could, maybe tackle the woman's legs if she came charging. But that punch had been something special.

Josey felt her blow hit home. The Superman punch went about as well as it possibly could have, and Odessa had been floored due to the blow. Odessa was a strong opponent, and the dark-skinned beauty could wear her down for sure if she were not careful. But it looked like Josey was on the rise, and she was going to keep going. As soon as she landed, she kept moving forward. Her thundering footsteps were heard even over the roar of the crowd.

When she came forward, she came forward with strength and fury. Without much of a plan, she barreled ahead. Odessa knew what she was doing, and lashed out at her. Josey was taken totally by surprise, and she tumbled down to the mat. She bit the dust at full speed, and she bit the dust hard. The Outlaw did not have enough time to get her hands up. Her face hit the mat and she bounced off of it.

The cowgirl tried to assess the situation. She quickly rolled over so her face was up, and tried to scoot away. Odessa had gotten her on the floor, and last time they were ground together she lost her boot. Josey did not want to repeat that situation at all, but she was in a lot of pain right now. She simply could not get up.

Odessa was knocked half-silly, sitting on her hands and knees on the canvas, a less than impressive sight for the audience as Josey came barreling towards her. She had not really expected to knock Josey down with her flailing, her desperate efforts to reach out, to throw herself forward, and catch the American girl in her lower legs. It was not so much a move or a counter as a resort of the desperate, and by luck Odessa's desperate act bore fruit, Josey coming sprawling onto the canvas beside her, with quite the loud crash.

Josey was stunned. So was Odessa. Two solid hits to the head could do that to even the most imposing of women. Replays of this segment of the match may be rather embarrassing for the both of them, as Josey, sitting on her butt, scooted away, and Odessa, on her hands and knees like a toddler, crawled after her. Somehow, someway she could not explain, she had the initiative right now, and she would take it.

Josey was fast, though, even scooting around on her hindquarters. Odessa did not want to let her get away. Pulling her right fist up, she lunged forward, trying to close the distance between herself and her foe...with a hard right hook right to Josey's jaw!

Josey was on her butt now. It was not the most dignified position she had ever been in, but Josey was not really concerned with being dignified right now. She was concerned with not being clocked by Odessa. And the dark-skinned beauty was not making the Outlaw feel a lot better about her situation because she was coming directly at her. The move was an impressive one, and Odessa looked mighty impressive with her lunge. Josey could see her musculature in motion. That was nice.

What happened next was not so pleasant. Odessa came at her and clocked her right in the side of the jaw. Josey's body jerked to the side. She caught herself with her hands, as if that did her any good. The smarting in her jaw caused her eyes to water, but she rose anyways. Odessa was right on top of her. Despite the pain in her jaw, she was simply not going to pass up this opportunity.

The Outlaw could not plant her feet in order to throw a more effective punch, but she was sure that the right hook she launched in response was coming with at least some heat. Nearly everything that Josey did came with at least a little extra. And when her fist finally came down, it came down terribly hard.

Odessa would have been glad to know that Josey was impressed by the move, that she appreciated the beauty of Odessa's toned curves in motion as she made that bid to save herself from whatever brutal beating Josey had planned for her. To the Briton, it just felt like an awkward, half-delirious lunge to get to her opponent before her opponent could get to her. To get the first punch in what seemed to be a slugfest brewing here on their butts on the canvas.

The punch landed, snapping not only Josey's head, but her whole body to the side, forcing the cowgirl to catch herself on the canvas. Josey didn't go down, she didn't get knocked out, but slumping was good enough right now. Odessa paused, on her knees, sitting up above Josey, taking a deep breath. Then Josey got back up onto her knees, rising up with her fist clenched, intent on paying back the right hook with one of her own, putting her momentum behind it as that fist smashed into Odessa's face. Odessa's head now snapped to the side, spittle flying. Her body was carried with it, and she fell down onto her hands, catching herself before she went sprawling. Her cheek throbbed with pain. She pulled her eyes shut, for a moment, as she endured it.

Shot taken, shot returned. They were about to test each other's mettle.

Odessa rose back up, throwing her body towards Josey, swinging her fist forward again, aiming that right hook right at Josey's jaw, plowing her knuckles into it as hard as she could. She didn't stop there this time, no, knowing that Josey would likely fire back. Odessa wanted to give her more. She would bring her left fist up now, aiming a left uppercut right at Josey's chin, hoping to send her sprawling backwards with the follow-up punch!

The Outlaw felt the follow through, not quite as much as Odessa did, she was sure. Her whole body was thrown with the force of her own blow, and Josey felt as if she were a toreador on the Mexican plain, having just put down a great a fearsome bull. Josey moved forward, trying to recuperate a little bit and recombobulate a little bit from the pain that Odessa had just laid upon her. Her body was strong. Her will was stronger. And all of her intentions, desires and thoughts demanded that this dark-skinned beauty be ridden like a horse.

But Odessa was quicker on the uptake. Her opponent launched a powerful punch at her, and Josey was not quick enough to dodge it or block. Her iron will meant that she more or less stayed up, wobbling as she did so. The cowgirl managed to stay on her knees in an impressive balancing act but in the very next second she wished she hadn't. The fact that she had to balance meant that she had to have her hands out wide, meaning that there was no preparation for the vicious uppercut coming at her head.

Her head, her torso, her whole body flew up and back. All of her weight crashed down behind her. Josey's arms flew wide and crashed down to the side. Her head was ringing with pain, and her eyes simply would not focus. The lights above her wavered back and forth, and she blinked, and turned her head. Josey felt like she was about to throw up.

The first right hook smacked into Josey's face with that same desperate energy which the two of them had been throwing at each other for the last several minutes, snapping her head to the side and sending spittle flying as the follow-through on that punch brought Odessa's knuckles skidding along the entire left side of the cowgirl's face, then brought her down on all fours on the canvas, her opponent wobbling uncertainly, but staying up on her knees. For a second, Odessa thought that she might have been in trouble, but she needn't have worried. Josey was in a daze, hands way out to her sides, all of her senses just focusing on keeping her equilibrium and keeping her aloft.

Her chin jutted out almost impossibly far, in Odessa's mind's eye. The uppercut was the most natural movement in the world, rising up smoothly and sending her fist through a clean arc, meeting with no resistance until it plowed straight into the bottom of that jaw. Josey was launched upward, and backward, crashing down on her back, looking like she was one good blow away from being knocked out.

But a knockout wouldn't cut it. Odessa needed to ride this bitch. And Josey would probably still put up a fight if Odessa tried to go for the saddle right this second. So the Briton would keep on beating her foe up. She tried to crawl over her, aiming to turn herself around and plant her ass on Josey's face for a humiliating facesit smother!

And then, she would try to plant her fist in Josey's belly.

Josey lay looking up at the lights. It was as if they were the broiling sun of Texas, high above her. Then, in one second, an eclipse came, blotting out the sun. An intense and sudden pressure came upon her face, and Josey was far too dazed to recognize what it was. One of the few things that she knew for sure was the fact that it was greatly limiting her capacity to breathe, and she did not like that one bit.

A punch slammed into her stomach, and knocked some sense into her. Josey quickly sussed out what was going on. Odessa was sitting on her face, not only cutting off her airflow but humiliating her in the process. All of her nerves had nothing but pure rage flowing through them now, and the Outlaw was not going to take them.

The cowgirl pushed and shoved and did everything that she could possibly do to get Odessa off of her. Josey was quite a strong woman, and she was using all of her strength to push Odessa off of her. The Outlaw was not having it, and she was not going to lie down and take it. Not this. Not from her.

Josey was very nearly out of it, but Odessa was sure that the punches she had landed, as devastating as they were, were not going to be enough to keep the girl down through being saddled and rode as the loser of this fight. Odessa was going to keep on breaking Josey down, little by little, and if she could humiliate her in the process, that would be fantastic. That was what the ass in her face was for, of course. Plus, it kept her from sucking in any more air after Odessa's fist drilled into her tummy and forced it out of her surely aching lungs.

Of course, Josey got angry. Odessa expected as much, and as the writhing and thrashing began, the British woman would bury another shot in Josey's abs, trying to bring her into line. But the Outlaw did not quite get the memo, and she shoved upward on Odessa's ass with both hands, and with as much of her body as she could muster up to push with. Odessa tried to shove down with her ass, and keep her center of gravity.

But there wasn't going to be any stopping Josey's rage, it seemed. Odessa was tossed off to the side by a sudden burst, and she rolled away, putting some distance between them, intending to dust herself off. This was a truly dangerous foe...and one who'd just gotten a taste of her ass. Might make the cowgirl pretty angry.