Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey pushed forward, compelled by the lights far above her, the grim blackness between the stars, and all of the things in between that lay in her heart. There was no grimacing at the dull ache that was now welling in her arms. There was no feeling of fatigue that weighed her down. Those were abstractions, as unreal as algebra or justice on the plains of Texas. No, those things were not useful to her now. One thing that she did find useful was the quiet desire to surge forward, to attack this brown skinned woman and throw her onto the mat.

Her plans were confounded with a lightning-fast kick to the shins. Josey stumbled, and went down on one hand and her knees. She looked up at her opponent, her red eyes glaring with hatred despite the look of fatigue and pain that plagued the other features of her face.

It was not even worth it to get up. While she was down her, she may as well follow through with it. Josey lunged forward from her spot, attempting a takedown. She was really getting her shoulder into it. The Outlaw's quick and sudden movement came with very little warning, and she tucked her head, that she may truly put her back, and her heart, and her soul into the devastating attack.

Odessa's kick brought Josey down onto one knee, and for a moment that seemed like a good thing, with the blonde Outlaw hurting and beneath her. When Odessa looked down into Josey's face, she saw hatred, sure, and plenty of anger—if only the woman saw fit to see some type of therapist to deal with all of that—but she saw fatigue, a tiredness which told Odessa that she just had to push the woman a little further and it would all be over. Josey would be finished, Odessa would ride her like a bitch, and then they could both get out of this ring of pain.

The pleasant moment didn't last more than that singular instant, as Josey launched herself forward, her tucked head ramming right into Odessa's gut, the ebony woman letting out a loud shout of pain as her belly was headbutted and the force of the blow winded her. That wasn't the worst of it, of course, because Josey's arms found her, too, and then the whole weight behind her body, and Odessa found herself falling, the cowgirl tackling her down hard onto the canvas, the British woman slamming hard into the ring's surface with force enough to rattle her bones as now, terribly, Josey was on top of her!

"Grraahh!!" Odessa let out—crying out in pain and frustration!

Josey's arms were around Odessa as she was sent down to the mat. She felt the descent of the woman, from a full standing position to one that was one her back. It was a good feeling. A victorious feeling. The kick had slowed her, but it had not brought her to a halt. The Outlaw wondered if the ebony beauty regretted that now, knowing what had just transpired. She also wondered if that would have particularly mattered, and decided that the answer was probably not.

When her opponent thudded down, Josey was a little bit slow on the uptake. The pain and fatigue of the night made her move slowly, very slowly. She crawled up so that she could secure a mount, similar to the one that would win her this match in a few minutes, she hoped.

The Outlaw sat up, and was now high above Odessa. Recognizing that this was not the best place to be, she leaned in a little bit, and got herself ready to throw a nasty elbow to the side of Odessa's face.

Odessa was down on her back, and she was very lucky indeed that it took Josey a few seconds to make her move. The British woman needed that time to stop her head from spinning, to snap her eyes back into focus and figure out what was about to happen and what she needed to do. She didn't like being in this position with an opponent as bitter and unhinged as Josey was. Odessa much preferred a fair, straight-up slugfest, or a mutual squeeze which truly showed who the better woman was.

She didn't have the luxury of choosing how this match ended, though. Not yet. Once she knocked Josey off of her, once she had Josey down and exhausted completely, Odessa could decide how to finish her off. She had to make it there first. Josey was mounted rather high up on her to start now, giving Odessa an opening. Before that elbow came down, both of Odessa's arms would shoot up: one hand found Josey's hair, entwining itself in blonde tresses, and yanked. The other would come up aimed straight for Josey's nose, and between the downward hair pull and the upward-moving punch, Odessa intended to crush Josey's face and throw her off before she could do any harm!

In a second, Josey recognized that she had taken too long. For the most part, Josey was a slow, lumbering woman, more strength than speed. But this was the worst possible time to be a little bit too slow on the uptake. Right as Josey was about to bring her great power down, one hand shot up, and then another. The hand that arrested her hair ensured that she was a sitting duck, and the other hand was a shotgun blast that hit her right in the nose. A terrible crack resounded throughout the arena, and the blonde woman fell by the wayside.

Blood starting spurting from her nose, for all the good that did Josey. Her eyes started welling, and Josey could only indistinctly make out the lights of the arena. She could tell that they were quite bright. Other than that, they swam, as did the rest of the world around her. A quiet groan seeped out of Josey's lips. There had been many times in her life when she had been punched in the face. But there were very few times that were quite as dire as that...

When push came to shove, Odessa's punches always seemed to take on added power. Fatigue just took away her inhibitions, as she knew she had to spend every bit of strength when desperation time came around. Her hand clamped down on Josey's hair hard enough that she would still likely be clinging to it even if she were knocked out right now, and then her fist hurtled upwards, slamming right into the center of the blonde's face.

She felt the crunch, and she felt the dribble of blood raining down between her fingers as Josey fell away from her. That crimson liquid splashed across the mat, and a few droplets dropped down onto Odessa's chest, or onto the very ends of her long white tresses. She was just glad it wasn't her own. She turned over onto her hands and knees and crawled over to where Josey lay, climbing on top of her and trying to pin her down—and leave her helpless. "Are we...finished, then?" Odessa would query, before bringing her knee down, driving it into Josey's stomach, trying to force her to lose all the oxygen in her lungs before what came next!

Josey was down. Not out, although she now recognized that she had been very close to it. Just down. The world stopped swimming so much, and suddenly many different things started making sense again. The crowd was roaring because the big bad Josey was down on her back. The world was slowing its spin because she was starting to stir from her torpor. Odessa was lurking over her now because the Outlaw was in a vulnerable state. Sure enough, the dark-skinned beauty capitalized on the condition that Josey was in, and Josey was much worse off for the wear for it.

A hard knee slammed into her gut, and Josey would have doubled over had she room to do so. Unfortunately, Odessa's strong hands more or less ensured that Josey's back would stay nothing short of glued to the mat behind her. Had this been a regular match, Josey would have been in serious trouble.

But had this been a regular match, Josey was not sure that she would have been here. The Outlaw held her stomach, and tried to hold on for dear life. She was not sure what was going to happen next, but she was sure that it was not going to end pleasantly for her...

Odessa needed to wear Josey down as much as possible right now, finish her off while she was still on her back. Every time Odessa was underneath her opponent from here on out, the danger increased exponentially. No time for any more meandering musing on how much Josey was screwing up what could have been a pleasant match.

Odessa knew that she did that quite a lot, but not now. While she never lost her focus, this match required a different, more fanatic kind fo focus. She slammed her knee hard into Josey's gut, and she felt the woman convulse underneath her, arms holding onto her stomach. Odessa's arms went to grab Josey's, trying to pin them down to the canvas, trying to keep her restrained...and keep her stomach exposed so that she could ram it with that knee a second time!

She couldn't be too careful with Josey. So after that second knee, she would immediately throw her body forward. Without any warning, she would try to slam her chest down onto Josey's face, smothering the blonde, cutting off her flow of oxygen and trying to render her helpless!

Odessa was proving to be a lot more than she bargained for. Josey felt like she had the smallest chip count and the worst hand at the table. Even her iron nerves and brute strength were not enough to carry the day against a woman like Odessa, that much was clear. So when the second knee came in, Josey had to seriously begin counting her chips and looking at that pot. There was a lot to gain, but a whole lot to lose.

That became even more evident when Odessa made the move that she was probably hoping to do all along. A pair of large breasts enveloped her face, cutting off the flow of oxygen to her lungs. Josey had been in hundreds of fights at this point in her life, but this type of thing only really happened in Japan. And even more specifically, here at AFW. Josey turned red, as if anyone could see it, half from the lack of oxygen, but more from the burning rage that she was feeling towards her opponent. At the moment, it would be quite difficult to overstate her animosity towards the dark skinned woman.

So she thrashed. It was probably a waste of oxygen, she realized, but it was all that she knew how to do. Josey was going to do whatever it took to get out of this hold, come hell or high water. Or both.

Odessa moved as fast as she could, not giving Josey any time to think, or to fight back. She didn't want the woman interfering in between one maneuver and the next. She kneed her twice, as hard as she could, in her stomach, trying to rob the blonde cowgirl of all of the air which was in her lungs. With no air, she wouldn't be able to fight back.

And if she couldn't take a breath, she would most certainly not have any air. That was the purpose of those breasts smashing down over Josey's face, swallowing it up into Odessa's cleavage. That was the purpose of it—along, of course, with embarrassing the bitter cowgirl.

Odessa was sure that Josey's face had to be red underneath her chocolate breasts. Josey didn't like this one bit, and she would show it, as she started thrashing, kicking, practically throwing some kind of tantrum underneath Odessa to try to escape. Odessa brought her arms up and tried to grab onto Josey's head, trying to keep it lodged up in between her breasts. It was a wild ride, as she was thrown left, and right, and she just had to hang on, trying to wait Josey out, wait for her to run out of breath and slow down!