Ouka vs Josey

Ouka managed to hit Josey, throwing up her fist like an uppercut that cracked the blonde in the face but Ouka wasn't happy with one punch as she swung again that nailed Josey in the jaw before she had a chance to fire back her heavy fists. But Ouka wasn't happy with two punches and managing to get Josey off of her as she fell to the mat, Ouka knew that she had to beat down the Outlaw much more before she would accept herself as victor as she scrambled to her feet.

Josey was still down and her hands were still up and she knew better than to go in while her vicious opponent was still able to defend herself. And yet Ouka didn't care as she went charging in anyway as she lunged in at Josey, attempting to throw her foot out and kick Josey right in the chest to get her on her back, defenses be damned!

Josey's red eyes never wavered from her opponent, as Ouka got up and then charged at her. She knew she could deal with the attack better if she were on her feet, or even on her knees. But she was on her back. That was easily the worst place to be when dealing with this sort of thing. Her arms were up, but that did her little good. A kick came in and broke right through her defenses, and slammed into her chest.

No more ground for her. She rolled a few times. The first roll was in response to the power of the kick, but the other few were to get away from her opponent. The cowgirl did what she could to stand up. If this match were on the ground any more, she knew it would get away from her. She could deal with a lot of things, but there was no way in hell she could ever accept losing.

Slamming Josey down on to the mat as she booted her opponent in the chest, practically stomping on it as she sprung off for additional tip off pain as she walked off, brushing her long red hair out of her face. Looking over her shoulder she saw Josey rolling away from her and beginning to put some distance between the two of them. Armed with another cocky smile, Ouka began to walk across the ring to the Outlaw as she attempted to grab a handful of the blonde hair.

If she was successful, she would pull Josey to her feet and attempt to throw her into the nearest turnbuckle where she would then attempt to corner her. Gripping on to the top rope with her left hand, she would thrust her body with her elbow pointed to the side of Josey's head as she attempted to bash it into the Outlaw, continuing to wear down her dangerous opponent!

Josey did not roll like that. As she was getting up, her opponent saw it fit to grab her lovely blonde hair. For a low down and dirty brawler like Josey, this was just one step beyond the pale. The Outlaw had recovered enough for her to be aware of what was happening, and more to the point to hate it. As soon as Ouka laid a hand on her head, Josey pushed against the girl as hard as she could. Josey was not the type of girl to have her hair pulled.

She was, however, the type of girl that could throw a hell of a punch. Josey took a bold step forward and sent a hard straight right at her opponent. Hopefully, the blow would be hard enough and fast enough to teach the woman not to pull on her hair. In Josey's world, almost everything was allowed. Just not that.

Ouka made her way towards the corner, looking to toss Josey into the corner and continue her punishment. But the Outlaw was far too fresh to be forced around the ring and made Ouka eat a hard right into the jaw. Head whipping to the side, Ouka released the long blonde hair of her opponent before she herself stumbled into the corner, back first against the corner as she rubbed the side of her cheek.

Once again she was reminded of how heavy Josey's fists were, in fact they felt a little heavier than normal. She smirked to herself as she wiped her lips, thinking that she might have busted a cut inside her mouth from that fist of fury, she did something to piss off the Outlaw. "What's wrong? Afraid I'll mess up that mane instead of that face of yours?"

"I ain't no bitch. Ain't gonna let ya just pull my hair like that." Josey's snarl came with a death glare and a frown. The Outlaw now felt she had imposed a hard limit on the match. Her opponent's stupid smirk seemed to imply that she was trying to rile the cowgirl up, but there was only so much madder she could get. She got into her fighting stance, with her bodyweight low and her fists ready to explode forward.

Josey shot forward like a bullet out of a .38 special, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Once the Outlaw reached the critical point, she shot her fist forward, followed by the other, followed by the first again for a dozen or so times. Her punches were things of beauty when they came from a solid starting point, but her flurries were nothing to be trifled with. And Josey was sending the blows forward as quickly as she could...

Ouka scoffed at the reply that she got from Josey, not one of mocking but rather a small laugh that came up short. She couldn't say much about having hair pulled, she didn't like it when anyone touched the glorious red mane of hers, only one part of her collection of vanity that Ouka carried herself with. Back first against the turnbuckle, Ouka was left with nowhere to go as Josey came flying in at her with a vengeance.

The hits were fast and hard, Ouka letting out grunts of pain with each hit that smacked her, ringing out from between their bodies. Ouka attempted to cover up the best she could, but that was only after the first half of the barrage already landed, bringing her arms up and attempting to tuck up in the corner to protect her body from the endless string of blows.

Josey surged forward, encouraged by how well her hits were landing. One followed the other, and even if her opponent got her hands up, she was sure that her powerful flurry still hurt. No one had taught her that, which was an amazing thing. Josey had just been so full of rage one day that she just imagined punching someone a thousand times, and it worked like an absolute charm.

Just as it was working now. A little bit out of breath, Josey pulled back on the attack. Ouka was on the defensive now, and the fact that the redhead had her defenses up meant that she could not finish off the flurry with an uppercut as she wanted to. Looking back, it was sort of naive to expect, but Josey's opinion of her own ability to commit violence was a little bit skewed. Taking a second to fully appraise the situation, she wrapped her arms around her opponent and then tried to lift her from the ground. The Outlaw was going for a quick belly to belly suplex, and she was being as rough as she possibly could about it.

Ouka continued to grunt out as Josey continued landing blows, now that she had a chance to experience the punches first hand she got a slight grasp on how to defend herself against the flurry. Even with the smallest detail of defending herself against the blows, even as they hit her Ouka's lips curled into a smile again, her cocky attitude not faltering in the face of violence as she felt Josey wrapping her arms around her.

Ouka acted quick, feeling Josey beginning to pull her off of the ground, Ouka immediately wrapped her arms back around Josey and wrapped her leg around the bottom rope to prevent her from being lifted up. Looking to catch the Outlaw by surprise, Ouka would attempt to quickly spin them around on the ropes using her foot as a pivot point before quickly attempting to steal Josey's move and belly to belly suplex the Outlaw back into the center of the ring!

Josey was ready to lift Ouka up. Hell, she had gotten her a little bit off of the ground and everything, but not all the way up. Her red eyes showed pure confusion, as Josey's progress was arrested in short order. Sure, Ouka had wrapped her arms around Josey, but that was not enough to bring the suplex to a halt. Then Josey looked down and saw it. The redhead, that crafty bitch, had gotten her foot on the rope. That forced the blonde woman to stop, and try to address this problem.

And then she had another problem entirely. Her opponent had paid her back with a quick belly to belly suplex of her own, which came immediately after a quick do-si-do. The Outlaw was then slammed down onto the mat, and her arms and legs went flying. A loud grunt escaped her lips, and Josey lay there for a second.