Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey stopped. Not because she was out of breath. Far from it. The Outlaw that the clock was ticking, and ticking quite fast, but if she panicked she would be out like a light bulb. Even if that did not lose her the match right then and there, it was certainly not going to help her in any way, and would likely set this woman up for the big finish. Concentrating, Josey swore that there would be no big finish. At least not that wound up with Odessa coming out on top.

Odessa had her head now. It wasn't her favorite thing for Odessa to have, but Josey could live with it. It meant that both of her arms were free. She reached up and felt Odessa's backside. Had this been another time and another place, the move would have looked quite amorous, but those who knew Josey recognized that this was her searching for a target, like a heat seeking missile. There were only going to be so many shots at this, and she knew that. Her oxygen was not going to last forever.

So Josey struck. One fist, after the other. She did not have a lot of torque, but her mighty arms meant that she could still bring a little bit of force. It was not necessarily the force that mattered, as much as the target. Before, Josey was feeling out exactly where Odessa's kidneys were. And she hit them as hard as she possibly could, in quick succession, one after the other.

Odessa got control of Josey's head and stuffed it in between her breasts, rubbing the cowgirl's nose up into the warm canyon between her big tits, trying to make sure to give the woman some skin-on-skin contact above the neckline of her leotard, letting Josey feel Odessa's slick skin on her face, letting her taste the sweat, just to rub in her helplessness. The blonde woman kept thrashing, back and forth, making Odessa work to keep her hold on her...

And then, she stopped moving. It was so abrupt that Odessa was certain the blonde didn't lose consciousness. A blowhard like Josey would have at least another minute of air left in those lungs, especially if there was any truth in her life to the whole cowgirl schtick. And then Josey's hands started groping around her rear. Odessa, for a second, thought that the American woman, at wit's end, was about to try to beat her at her own sensual game...

...and then, all of a sudden, punches were raining down into her kidneys, sending searing pain through Odessa's sides, getting a shriek from the British woman as she slumped down to the side, but maintained her hold on Josey's head, trying to bash that skull into the canvas to get her to stop!

There it was, Josey had earned herself a minute, a second, a moment of fresh air. The fight in her that had slowly been fading from her came roaring back. Josey had an inch, and she was going to push and scrape and shove until she had a mile. Odessa did not seem content to just let her go free, but Josey was more than fine with that. There was a glimmer of perverted hope in her eyes, and she was not going to stop until she was riding Odessa like a horse.

As soon as the dark-skinned beauty got her hands on her, Josey brought her arms in front of her face and then flared them out. She was hoping to catch Odessa off guard, but more importantly she was hoping that her head would not be rather brutally acquainted with the mat. If she managed to get out from under her opponent, she would attempt to roll away.

But she would not stay away. The Outlaw scrambled up, and before anyone knew it she was on the move again, aiming at Odessa with all the ill will her body could bring to bear. Josey surged forward, and launched a devastating kick at whatever. She was not worried about something as simple as aiming. No, she was just trying to make this one hurt, so she could set up the next move. And from there, anything could happen.

At least Odessa wasn't fooled by Josey's sudden lack of movement. The punches were virtually unavoidable in this position, and Odessa took quite a few before she slid off of Josey, unable to keep her balance when it was being disturbed like that, with her brain getting a little jolt of pain two times a second thanks to those fists. She finally fell off to the side, but she intended to make Josey pay for breaking free. Grabbing onto Josey's head, she tried to swing it down into the canvas as hard as she could!

She didn't get to repeat the action, unfortunately, as Josey's arms came up and in between hers, sweeping outward to break Odessa's hold on her head. With no hands on Josey, and her kidneys throbbing with wave after wave of pain, Odessa rolled over to her opposite side, getting onto her hands and knees and shaking her head, cursing under her breath at the close call which had turned into a bad spot.

...which turned into a much worse spot as Josey's foot slammed into the side of her head, catching Odessa completely by surprising and eliciting a shriek from the woman as she went tumbling down again, hands clutching at the red and swelling side of her face!

Josey reeled from the kick. She was sure that the blow hurt Odessa far worse than it impacted Josey, but the kick took something out of her. It wasn't the fight, and it wasn't the burning desire to win, but it was something. Staggering back and admiring her work, Josey clenched her fist. A normal woman would have been down for long enough for Josey to risk going for her finisher, but she was not going to do that. Not here, not now. In a match like this, where the stakes were high but emotions were running higher, the Outlaw was going to take no chances.

The cowgirl rode again, lurching forward in an uneven and awkward move. Josey was not looking where she was heading, as she was far less than concerned with that. Instead, she was concerned with causing as much pain as she possibly could to her opponent in the short window of opportunity that she had. And in her violent passion, nothing could deter her, not referee nor gods nor man. Once she reached a close enough destination, Josey planted her strong left foot.

And with her right, she swung in another kick. Her red eyes concentrated on her opponent, but on no spot in particular. Josey did not really care where this particular kick landed. The important thing was that it hurt.

Odessa went down, that kick causing the side of her head to swell, and quite quickly, or at least that's what it felt like: a sudden, hot ballooning of pain which forced her to squeeze her eye shut and try to keep every muscle on that side of her face tensed, hoping that muscular action could fight off some of the pain, force it to die down. It was not the worst hit Odessa had ever suffered, and may not have even been the worst one she had suffered this fight, but exhausted as she was, it hurt, and it left her in shock, on the canvas, totally exposed.

She realized her poorly-defensible position too late, as Josey's foot came swinging at her again, the woman running up like she was taking a free kick and Odessa's body was the ball. This time, that foot smashed into her side, just underneath her breasts, just above her solar plexus, feeling like it bent her ribs in. It may not have done that, but it did force all the air out of Odessa's lungs as pain burst through her torso. She convulsed, head turning upward to scream in agony as she collapsed down completely, one hand on the side of her face, and the other cradling her flank, as she tried to turtle up as much as possible to make it tough for Josey to hit any more vulnerable areas!

Josey watched her dark-skinned opponent convulse, and try to turtle up. Her red eyes lit up with a gleeful malice, before her usual angry face returned. Josey took a step back and balled her fists. If there was ever a time to go for it, it was right now. But Josey would have to call upon every single reserve of strength that she had left in her body, and then some. The Outlaw would have to dive deep into her core self, and bring up the fiery rage that had guided her in all of her other matches up to this point. Grunting, the cowgirl took a step forward, and bent to her task.

To get Odessa from the ground onto her shoulder was going to take a lot, but the cowgirl had a lot to her. Spreading her legs wide to achieve the maximum support, the blonde attempted to deadlift her opponent straight from the ground. If she could sustain the powerful and impressive move, she would position Odessa into a fireman's carry.

And from there, it would be text book. She would try to position Odessa so that her head was down, and go for her finisher: the Death Valley Driver! The slam wound make sure that Odessa landed right on her head. Surely, that would knock a little bit of sense into her. At least, that is what Josey hoped...

At this point, the match had been so brutal that Odessa had very little left to resist Josey with. Of course, that fact was pretty much making her rot from the inside out with rage and frustration. Josey clearly was on her last legs, too, but those legs were underneath her, and Odessa would have needed a few seconds to try to get back up onto her feet after getting her ribs bent in by Josey's last kick.

Josey didn't give her any time to rest, as she stooped down low and grabbed onto Odessa. The British woman groaned and kicked her legs out, trying to destabilize Josey as she lifted her up, and brought a hand up, grabbing onto Josey's hair as she was slung over the cowgirl's shoulders and yanking on it hard, trying to distract her, trying to interrupt the move she was setting up. She writhed around on Josey's shoulders, doing whatever she could think of. She would keep yanking that hair. She would try to jam her elbow into Josey's collar. As her head was positioned downward, Odessa would kick her legs and flail both arms at Josey, trying to disrupt her any way she could...!

Josey was going through with it, but Odessa sure as hell was not making it easy. Given how much they had fought, and how hard they had fought, Josey suspected that this was going to be the case. But she could not feel an inkling of annoyance as her hair was pulled, but Josey recognized a deep and abiding fighting spirit within her opponent. Had their situations been reversed, Josey would have probably been doing the exact same thing. Or worse. So she sustained all of Odessa's objections, and held on for dear life as Odessa jostled and moved and thrashed, doing everything she could to try and get out of Josey's iron grip. But that was not fated to be. Josey held on like an expert rider during a rodeo. She was determined not to let this slip away.

So when she came down, she came down like the wrath of god. She went through with her finisher with power and contempt, and Josey held absolutely nothing back. The people of AFW got to see her finisher carried out in the most painful way. Josey threw Odessa down like Zeus throwing down one of his spears. Elbows, hair-pulling, and flailing be damned. Josey was going to bring this match to a mighty close, on her own terms.

At this point, even being dumped down off of Josey's shoulders would have satisfied Odessa. She knew that it would hurt less to just take that fall than to endure whatever slam Josey had planned. At this point, they were both at their limit. Josey could slam her, and after that she would not have the strength to do anything like that again. And it would be great if Odessa could take advantage of that...but if Odessa was slammed, as exhausted as she was, she likely wouldn't be awake to take advantage of anything.

Odessa swung her elbow at Josey's head as hard as she could, trying to smash Josey's ear as hard as possible, really make her skull ring, make her forget her plans for that finisher. Unfortunately, no matter what she did to Josey, the blonde seemed to have a one-track mind, and a body which would sustain whatever amount of damage it had to in order to achieve victory! That was very bad news. Very, very bad news. Odessa couldn't escape. As Josey threw her down, Odessa let out a yell, which turned into a gurgling, sputtering, ragged shriek as her head smashed into the canvas, and her whole body went limp, flopping down like a ragdoll, arms splayed awkwardly, ass in the air, eyes closed as her head was pressed against the mat.