Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey followed through. She was the kind to follow through, way past the point where it was reasonable. Odessa did not seem like the time to go down easy, and Josey was not the type to let her off easy. The cowgirl smashed down to the ground, yet she was sure that Odessa was way worse off for the wear. Everyone in the audience was on their feet. Josey was hardly loved by the audience, but they could not deny how impressive the move was.

The Outlaw could not deny it either. She was fatigued. Her bones cried out for the deepest sleep that she could give them, but Josey could not, would not, give in to them. The proud Texan moved to get on her feet. She faltered for a second, and then rose to the full height of a proud daughter of the Lone Star State. The Outlaw did not raise her arms to boast, did not pander to those in the crowd. That was beneath. If they were to know her work, the work would speak for itself.

Josey recognized that she had to keep her opponent in a conscious state if she wanted to win. The Outlaw reckoned that a good submission ought to suffice to enliven this woman. Josey stomped over, and straddled the beautiful dark-skinned woman. She sat on her lower back, and yanked Odessa's legs into a harsh Boston Crab. If anything were to get the blood flowing tonight, it was going to be that.

Josey just kept piling on, and this far into such a punishing match it was a very bad look indeed for Odessa to be beaten up so badly, letting her foe chain together so many moves. Odessa had been smacked into the canvas, had an elbow drilled into her spine, was suplexed, with her head slamming into the mat that time so hard that it made her ears ring, made her cringe just to keep her eyes wide open as she tried to watch out for...

...for what came next, which turned out to be a Boston crab. Odessa yelped as she was yanked into the hold, Josey's ass rubbing against her lower back, her legs pulled up into tight arcs which doubled over on top of her and nearly let her kick her own head. Her body convulsed in agony, and she clawed at the canvas, desperately, instinctively trying to figure out a way to escape and turn the tables, having trouble thinking straight as Josey's continued assault repeatedly scrambled the thoughts inside her head!

"Fffffnnn...!"

Josey kept going, and going, and going. She was not going to stop until she had ridden Odessa, literally. Although she was not doing a bad job of riding Odessa now, when she really thought about it. Odessa's strong legs were in her hands. She loved it. It was like putting a Boston Crab on a wild bronco, such was the inherent power of the mighty legs. The Outlaw squeezed them. When she was back on the farm, tossing hay bales into the barn, she wanted to have an experience like this.

No. She wanted the experience to be better. Josey leaned back, trying to apply even more pressure to the powerful legs of Odessa. The Outlaw had her chin pointing up to the sky, and her long blonde hair started falling on Odessa. Her whole body was sweating now. The cowgirl was exerting a ton of force, trying to grind down Odessa.

She wanted to ride her so badly. Josey's heart quickened its pace when she thought about getting the dark skinned beauty on all fours and riding her like a pony. But first, she had to grind Odessa down to a state where she would accept that.

The cowgirl was persistent. She was damn persistent, and her refusal to play by any sort of accepted code of conduct made it difficult for Odessa to keep up with her when Josey had the advantage. The woman just kept hitting her, as hard as she could, and Odessa had to fit her counters into the slim moments when Josey was charging up for her next attack. Right now, Odessa just had to take this, and do what she could to disrupt it and throw her opponent off her game.

As Josey tried to bend her further, and Odessa felt long blonde hair hitting the back of her own head, the Briton would hiss in frustration and try to writhe about, pulling her body upwards, then crashing down, then suddenly whipping her legs out, trying to pop them free of the Crab. All of that was unlikely to break the hold Josey had on her, unfortunately.

Odessa, with her arms still free, started clawing the canvas, digging her talons into it, beginning to drag herself toward the ropes. They were not that far away. If Josey thought this was over, she had another thing coming.

Josey felt Odessa moving. The movement was concerted, and forceful, like a glacier slowly pushing itself down a great mountain. Josey braced, ready to take on the challenge of keeping this strong dark-skinned woman down. She felt every moment of Odessa's body, how she slowly forced herself off of the ground, and then how she kicked powerfully. Josey was strong, and in the dominant position. The Outlaw maintained the hold, through sheer grit.

But not everything was going to be that easy. The cowgirl found herself moving once more, this time backwards. She turned her head to find that she was getting closer and closer to the ropes. Josey turned her head forward again, with a look of anger on her face. Fine. If Odessa wanted to be free, she was probably going to be free.

But Josey would be damned if she did not make Odessa earn it. The Outlaw made no effort to sink her boot and foot into the canvas, to make some heroic stand. No, Josey put all of her strength and concentration into making this hold as painful as it could possibly be, and she was doing a damn good job of it, if she said so herself.

Odessa's legs were not going to be able to thrash their way out of the crab hold of this determined cowgirl. A lesser woman might not have been able to contain Odessa's thick, powerful lower limbs, but Josey was an impressive woman in her own right, and the two of them had exhausted each other in roughly equal measure so far in this contest, giving Odessa no freshness advantage. That was fine. Most of Odessa's rivals were able to secure her legs. But that did not mean that they could feel secure sitting on top of her.

The ebony beauty began crawling, dragging herself across the canvas, her nails leaving scratch marks in the ring surface as she dragged herself closer and closer to the ropes. A few inches at a time. A few inches closer to freedom. Her arms pumped hard, dragging two whole bodies, at whatever energetic cost was necessary for freedom.

And the cost only increased the closer she got to the ropes, as Josey twisted her harder and harder, bent her back further, made Odessa hiss through clenched teeth, choking back a yell. "Khhh..." Odessa shook her head, white hair fluttering back and forth. Part of her wanted to give Josey a nice, friendly punch in her flank, teach her a lesson. But the American had her in a compromising position. Odessa gives into temptation, she pays for it. Twice over.

So she just bit back another yell and dragged herself forward, again, one hand now reaching for the ropes, just inches in front of her, as she kept on pushing, feeling her back spasm as she swallowed one more scream...

The ebony woman was a fighter. Had they met in more favorable circumstances, maybe they could have been drinking buddies. Not friends. Josey did not really have much in the way of friends. She closed her red eyes and focused on the task at hand. The Outlaw put all other thoughts aside as she lasered in on inflicting as much damage as she could for as long as she could. Everyone in the audience was on their feet, exhorting Odessa to break free of the terrible hold.

Josey recognized where they were. It would not be that much longer now. Just one more inch, just one more outstretched arm, just one more attempt at it. A tap wasn't worth a damn in this match. She knew that. But Josey would be damned if she did not prolong the suffering for as long as she could.

The Outlaw was breathing hard now. In a way, she was giving it her all, just like Odessa was. She did not pretend to know what the dark-skinned beauty was thinking, nor did she particularly care.

All she wanted to do was make Odessa pay for her imaginary crimes. She felt a spasm in Odessa's back, and she enjoyed it. The Outlaw hoped that this would not be the only time that she would enjoy being on Odessa's back...

Odessa certainly appreciated the support of the crowd. Unlike Josey, who seemed to think he could do everything by herself and be completely unloved throughout her entire career, Odessa was of the school of thought that applause served as an excellent motivator, and that being the favorite of the crowd gave a wrestler a decided home ground advantage. She listened to them, and tried to drown out the sound of her own hisses and shouts, as she clawed her way closer, and closer, and closer to the ropes...

The faces in the front row of the crowd, some eager young girls, fearful for what was going to happen to Odessa if she failed to reach the ropes, really did help her. Sometimes Odessa forgot to look out there, but Josey's almost obnoxious refusal to recognize the crowd made Odessa more observant. She would have to thank them for supporting her in a fight like this. After she rode Josey like the bitch pony she was.

With that last thought, and a spasm in her back making her scream fully, Odessa made one last lunge for the ropes, trying to wrap her fingers around the lowest one, holding it in a death grip in her right hand.

Josey could feel the tension in the air. Someone once told her that tension cuts like a knife, but in her opinion, it was onerous like being under a bull. The weight of the proceedings was surely enough to crush Odessa, because she certainly felt it weighing on her. There was a great anticipation in the air, like the second before the bull was unleashed with the cowboy astride it, like the green sky before a tornado ripped across the plain, like a bullet in a gun.

And then it was cut, torn, annihilated into nothing.

BREAK!!!

The call came from the ref girl, and Josey gave Odessa one last tug, just to be mean, before she let the strong legs go. The Outlaw strode away from her opponent, head up, not looking back. Everyone in the crowd were whooping and hollering, and Josey wanted to send each and every one of their heads through a bar.

She would get her chance. They, just like Odessa, would be humbled by the time the evening was through. Josey made a quiet promise to herself that she was going to ride Odessa, and shut all of them up. The cowgirl took a sharp breath in, and her chest rose as she did so.

With a flourish, she turned around. The cowgirl was a matador, facing down the great bull that was Odessa.

Odessa hated to be in this position, needing the referee to come and save her, but in a pro-style match, especially when she was paired against a dirty fighter like Josey, there was no shame in it. She had fought her way over to the ropes, clawing for every foot, every inch, taking plenty of damage to her legs along the way as Josey contorted her.

Now, it was over, though even after being let go Odessa's legs were still throbbing, hot ripples seeming to shoot up and down them as she finally had a chance to recover from the crab hold, full circulation returning and seeming to make the pain sharper, for a moment, before the lack of continuing pressure finally, mercifully began to heal the ebony wrestler's aching limbs.

She took her time standing up, and, as she did, she hung onto the ropes for support, using them to haul herself up onto her feet, gingerly, feeling her legs wobble for a second before managing to lock in place underneath her, keeping her steady. Even then, though, Odessa leaned back against the ropes, resting against them, waiting for Josey to turn to face her and then giving her a little smile, as if to rub in the fact that she had escaped, letting Josey make the next move, just to give herself more time to recover, and plenty of space and opportunity to counter...