Ouka vs Josey

If Ouka could become a tree, rooted into the mat to prevent herself from falling she would've loved it. It would make throwing bombs that much more easier without worrying that she was going to fall at any moment. Like when Josey crashed her fist into her face again. This one hurt. A lot more than usual as Ouka stumbled forward, falling face first into Josey's stomach as she fell to a knee.

Coughing for air as blood dripped out of her mouth, she grabbed on to the front of Josey's bottom attempting to pull herself up and crawl up Josey's body. Forcing herself up the stomach and past the breasts, she had a bloody smile waiting for Josey. "Wh...what...think that got me?" she gasped out as she would push her forehead into Josey's. Stamping her feet into the ground, she pushed herself head first into Josey as she regained her balance.

Once then, she would pull her head back and attempt to smash her skull into Josey's!

Josey wavered a bit. At first, it was because she had just thrown a rocket. Then it was because Ouka had her mitts all over her, and was throwing her off balance. Josey glared down at the redhead, ready to show her the price of touching her. But Josey was waiting for space, and Ouka was not going to give her any. Her opponent pressed her forehead against Josey's, and the blonde woman was surprised. She felt sorely tempted to withdraw her head, but that would have been an admission of defeat.

And then Ouka gave her a far more serious sign of defeat. She reared her head back, and sent it flying forward. In the collision, Josey saw stars and fell down backward. She cried out as she hit the mat. The sudden and brutal change of fortune made the usually taciturn and stoic Josey cringe with pain.

Ouka nearly forward after driving her skull into Josey's as the cowgirl toppled backwards, Ouka stumbling forward to maintain her own balance after the sick sound of thudding as she brought her hand up to her head. That wasn't....the best of ideas that Ouka had. Now she had a spilling headache feeling like it was cracking right down the middle of her head. But she got Josey down right? It had to count for something.

Like how the top of her forehead was bleeding.

A drip of blood trickled down her face, down to her lip that joined the blood from the cut on the inside. Smiling out as she saw the turnabout of momentum, Ouka would fall forward on to Josey, laying down on top of her as she reached back to hook the leg, trying to go for a pin!

The Outlaw groaned. She wanted to swear, to holler, to yell with her throat until Ouka knew that she wasn't scared of her, that Josey had more fight than that in her. But she couldn't. All she could do was groan. The lights high above her faded in and out, and while they were in, they moved in circles. Josey did not want to be on the ground this way. She wanted to be on the ground due to drinking 3/4 of a bottle of whiskey.

But that wasn't fated to be. Ouka was lying on top of her, for a pin.

One!

The ref girl counted. Josey could do very little about the situation, and lamented the fact pretty wildly. The pain in her head was significant, and her body was so fatigued.

Ouka laid on Josey, breasts pressing into the Cowgirl's as she barely had her fingers wrapping around the back of the knee. Although she was in the advantageous position of the match, it wasn't by much. Now the front of her head was burning in pain, having overtaken the pain in the back of her head that had died down a bit. Heaving on top of Josey, her fingers slipped from the leg as now she was just lying on top of Josey as the ref continued to count the pin!

"TWO!"

Josey kicked out. It was a big kick, one with more than just gumption behind it. No, the Outlaw was not content to just go out like that. The blonde rolled away, and rose slowly. Blood was dripping. Blood was flowing. Blood called out for blood, and Josey had the burning desire in her heart to sate that particular urge.

She staggered, and then stood up again. Josey was still strong, and breathing hard. It was going to take more than just a headbutt to take her down. Well, a headbutt and everything else. It was at least going to take more than a headbutt to finish her off.

If she got finished off at all. Josey tried to steady herself, and prepared herself for the next act in this farce. Her nostrils flared. She was ready.

Ouka flew off of Josey as she kicked out, the force of the kick out was impressive giving how hard Josey and Ouka were fighting at this point that she'd still have the energy for that. Ouka began to laugh out, mostly in disbelief that Josey still had that kind of power as she sat up. "Damn. What the hell is going to keep you down?" she let out as she began to roll over on to her knees to begin the ascent back to her feet.

She and Josey would begin to rise up, Ouka grabbing on to the back of Josey for support, leaning into the cowgirl for her leverage. Needing something to keep herself steady, just for insurance just in case she found herself barreling back to the mat.

Josey tried to think. What would put her down? A gunshot, maybe. A nuclear bomb, for sure. But she doubted anything that this woman could throw at her would keep her down for that long. She wiped blood from her forehead, and the hair from her eyes. Any thoughts she had dissipated as quickly as they effervesced. There was no time for that. Not now, not ever.

The red girl clung to her. Josey did not like other people touching her, let alone leaning against her. Nearly as quickly as she grabbed her, Josey pushed off. It was not going to win the best offense of the year or anything, but it sure as hell would buy her a little bit of time and space.

Ouka stumbled up to her feet, being shoved back by Josey as she almost stumbled on to her butt again. Normally a push like that wouldn't have even cause her to take a step. But the state she was in made it that much easier for her to lose her footing. Her gloved covered hand that grasped at the back of Josey's quickly slid off as she managed to stable herself from falling again. Ouka had enough, good times were good, but they also had to end so that they could be looked back on with delight.

She would lunge forward, a boot aimed to drive the wind out of Josey's stomach while forcing her to hunch over. Grabbing Josey's head, she would pull the blonde between her legs while leaning forward to begin hooking both arms. Smiling out, she was going to end this in spectacular fashion, with her Ouka Bomb II. Two because if anyone was to ask, Ouka Bomb I wasn't enough and she decided to skip right to II.

The reality of it was, Ouka knew she wasn't able to lift Josey all the way up to her shoulders for Ouka Bomb I or III, the double underhook powerbomb was much more manageable at this point in the match she tried to end Josey!

There it was. For one glorious second, victory was within her grasp. Josey had earned herself a little bit of space with the push, but she could not capitalize on it. It was there, so beautiful, so negative, waiting for someone to seize the moment. But the Outlaw simply could not. She was too tired, too fatigued, too pained. Her red eyes flashed with thoughts of violence, but she could not cross the wide and mighty river that was the blank expanse of canvas.

And she paid for it. A harsh kick came into her gut, and immediately, the cowgirl doubled over. She recognized that this was a mistake. But it was not a mistake that she could do anything about. Sure enough, Ouka was as quick to act as Josey could not be. Her head was quickly wrapped between Ouka's legs.

And then what happened next was the worst news she could get. Her head hit the mat, and she knew as soon as it happened, she was done for.