Ouka vs Josey

Quickly rolling on the ropes to turn the two of them around, Ouka popped her hips as she threw herself backwards and tossed Josey overhead and into the mat. It was a good move, but it wasn't enough for Ouka to consider herself having the advantage as she rolled on to her knees. Letting out a pant as she rubbed her body, particularly on the areas that Josey smashed her with those cinderblock like fists of hers.

Sliding herself closer to Josey, she would grab her by the chin to pull her up to a seated position where Ouka would quickly wrap her arm around Josey's head, tucking her arm underneath the chin as she began to wrench back with a chin lock!

Josey was still pulling herself together. Ouka was stronger than she looked, which was a shame, because the redhead looked quite strong. The Outlaw was right on the verge of getting up and getting going when her opponent made that decision for her. Josey was forced to sit up, and then her head was mercilessly twisted into a chin lock. Her face contorted into a look of sheer pain as Josey tried to grit her teeth and power through it.

It was hard, though. Ouka was strong, and sure as hell knew how to apply the hold. Her heel bounced against the mat as Josey kicked her leg up and down. After a second, she started turning and twisting and thrashing, doing her best to get out of the hold. The hold hurt, sure, but Josey knew that staying in it was not conducive to her winning, at all.

Gripping her hands together as she pulled on the chin, Ouka struggled to keep the hold as Josey continued to thrash about trying to break out. The Red head knew she wasn't going to keep down the Outlaw for long as she began to stand up, holding on to the chin lock to pull Josey with her. She needed a little more oomph to her moves against a stubborn woman like this and she knew just what to do.

Ouka herself was known to be a stubborn headed woman and she was going to prove how thick her skull was as she got to her feet with Josey, releasing the chin lock as she immediately spun Josey around. Grabbing both sides of Josey's head, she pulled her head back as far as she could before shooting it forward with as much force as she was able to to headbutt Josey right in the forehead!

Finally, mercifully, thankfully, the hold ended, and Josey was no longer in that contemptible chin lock. The Outlaw breathed a sigh of relief, as the massive amount of pressure that was being applied to her neck now came to an end. Just as Josey was beginning to get her arms out nice and wide to slam her opponent with a few brutal punches, she was spun around as if they were square dancing, and then headbutted brutally.

Immediately, the cowgirl went down. She was holding her head and rolled over in pain. A groan escaped her lips and her vision got blurry to the point that it reminded her of many other Saturday nights. Only, this one was not brought on by shot after shot of whiskey, meaning that it was not at all fun. The Outlaw felt a lot like a sitting duck, at the moment.

The clashing of skulls worked out in favor of Ouka, though not by much as it was just as effective on her than it was on Josey, only because she braced for the hit and Josey was forced into it without any preparations. Gritting her teeth, it looked like Ouka was grinning like a manic when it was really out of pain. Once it died down and she became conscious of her gritting of the teeth, it actually did turn into a cocky smirk.

Ignoring the stinging sensation that was in her head after her attack, she saw the vulnerable cowgirl beneath her and knew that she had to keep up the advantage as she reached down, grabbing onto one of the wrists of Josey. Knowing that Josey could throw some vicious and heavy hits, she knew that she had to weaken her ability to form a fist to take that away from her opponent, placing the hand against the mat and held it in place as she would then quickly stomp on it.

Sound strategy in her head, although it was a very heelish move. Completely oblivious to this was Ouka.

A hand graced her wrist, and held it to the mat. It was a terrible feeling. Her fists had been her redeemer for so long, getting her out of the problems that her mouth and demeanor had gotten her into. And now one of her two guns had been taken from her, just like that. Josey was prepared to roll and fight off her attacker when a harsh stomp came down on her hand. The Outlaw cried out, her fingers feeling sharp and intense pain.

She grumbled. Ouka knew her strength, and wanted to take it away from her. It was a smart move on the redhead's part, and Josey would grant her that. But she would not grant her any mercy for it. The cowgirl jerked her hand as hard as she possibly could to try and get the woman off balance, while she sent a looping punch upwards into Ouka's sides.

Ouka stomped down on the hand, pushing all of her weight into her foot to smash the hand as much as she could. She needed to weaken that hand and prevent it from being a problem. However, just because she was taking away one of the weapons of Josey, didn't mean the woman couldn't fight back as she pulled her hand out from underneath Ouka's foot, causing the red head to stumble forward a bit and ended up walking straight into a punch into her side.

The resulting sound of flesh on flesh smacked out, Ouka letting out a heavy gasp of air as she hunched over, her arms wrapping around her stomach. But she had Josey on the defensive, she wasn't going to let her start fighting back just yet as Ouka grabbed on to the head of Josey, pulling her leg back before throwing her knee forward to smash it against the side of Josey's cheek!

Josey got it. Well, she did not really get it. She earned it. The hard punch slammed into the redhead's side and caused the girl to stumble away from her, which earned Josey freedom. She shook the hand that had gotten stomped on, and it did not help at all. The cowgirl grimaced. Her fists were her strength, and she knew she would not be able to hit as hard as she possibly could anymore. That was going to be a real problem, because this girl was good.

Very good. The Outlaw was not really paying attention until she got her head grabbed, after which point she had little choice. A knee came into her head as quickly as an ICBM, and just like in the aftermath of such an attack Josey went flying. Her head jerked to the side, and she rolled a few times. A pounding ache took over her head, and Josey lay on the ground. It was a miracle she maintained consciousness.

Lifting her knee as fast as she could into Josey's face, Ouka managed to blast Josey off of her balance and back on to the mat again as Ouka stumbled away from Josey. Taking a step before a hand shot to her stomach as she gasped for air. Even if she wounded the hand, that Josey still was able to hit pretty damn hard. But Ouka smiled to herself, even if Josey was able to still hit she was only hurting that hand more and more.

She had time on her side she felt, standing back up as she able to push down the feeling of a pained gut to the back of her head as she turned back towards Josey. If the blonde was still on the floor, she would walk back to the Outlaw, approaching from the side as she lifted her arm up before dropping down to deliver an elbow drop straight to the chest!

Josey could not stay on the ground for long. She knew that. The Outlaw was not unaccustomed to fighting with her back to the ground, but those were bar brawls against drunk dudes who just wanted to throw fists. This woman, Ouka, had proved herself to be more than that, and Josey knew enough about the art of fighting to recognize when she could afford to be in a tight spot, and more importantly she knew when she could not fight where she had a significant disadvantage. So the cowgirl got up.

And she got herself up as quickly as she could. It looked like the redhead was coming in fast, and she was not going to abide staying down and getting the crap kicked out of her. With her opponent barreling in hot, Josey had to react. Her reaction was fairly typical of the woman, if you watched her with any frequency- she aimed a hard right hook at Ouka's jaw, hoping to catch her off guard.