Fright Fight - Open Challenge for the Co-Hardcore Championship

Preceded by: Alexia Jacksson Vs. Death Bunny: Buried Alive match
Followed by: Belinda Northman Vs. Ouka Shumisen II Nightmare Factory match

(This is still a closed thread despite the name)

Juno was pumped tonight. It hadn’t been too long since she had won her match at summer splash and won the co hardcore championship, so the beast was still feeling pretty damn good as she walked down the halls. Tonight however, she was going to show people why she had this title. Juno wasn’t an idiot, she could tell the a lot of the locker room weren't fans of her victory. Sure she was new, and the fact that it was against Gallium didn’t help.

That’s why Juno was here at Fright Night. She needed a tougher opponent, one who people couldn’t say was an easy win. The problem was that the french woman didn’t have an opponent picked out for her. On the plus side, there was a whole locker room to pick from…

Juno’s new theme “Superbeast” began to blast out of the speakers as the animal herself walked out to the roaring Friction crowd. For this special occasion, the french woman came out with not only the title, but also in full white body paint, curtesy of the roster's resident Pennywise, Alexia Jackson.

Juno's Costume :

The slutty clown had her own match tonight, but she managed to paint Juno’s body all over as a fellow clown. Her hair was dyed half pink and half green as well, while her attire was a purple bra and one legged purple pants with green spots. The crowd seemed to really enjoy the animal’s costume, and as she reached the ring, Juno would climb up and through rope with a newly given mic in her hand.

“So…I bet you’re all wondering why I’m out here right now…well it’s simple really…I WANT A GODDAMN CHALLENGE!” Juno would roar out at the fans. “I didn’t get enough of fun at Summer Splash, so I'm gonna get some tonight! And I’ve got three words for you all! OPEN! FUCKING! CHALLENGE! That’s right…any woman in the locker room can come out here and get a shot at this shinny belt right here! But if anyone thinks they can take it from me…I’ll beat that bitch straight into the ground!!!” the beast would roar out as she held the title belt high up in the air.

“So…who the fuck's game enough to take on the beast!?” Juno would shout as sh turned towards the entrance to see just what kind of woman would take this challenge. Hopefully it wouldn’t be some bitch in over her head.

Josey had no idea what was going to happen tonight. That is what made it interesting. She had heard that there was going to be some sort of big event, and Josey would be damned if she was not going to make the most of it. Once the Outlaw arrived, it seemed as if tonight was going to be a hell of night. It was some sort of bullshit Halloween thing, but this was decidedly not for the little ones. No, as soon as Josey stepped into the arena, she knew that there was going to be some serious bloodshed.

Which is exactly what she was spoiling for. Her long white cape flowed behind her as she paced the halls of the AFW arena. There were all sorts of brutal matches tonight, and Josey sincerely wondered why she did not get an invite. If they didn't want her to be part of the hootenany, that would be fine. Josey had very little issue with inviting herself to whatver horrific thing that was about to happen.

Then she heard her in. Someone in the most ridiculous outfit Josey had ever seen was out there, uttering the biggest claptrap Josey had ever heard. Reckoning that this good night could become truly great, Josey grabbed a microphone, and emerged onto the arena floor.

Without saying a word, Josey walked closer and closer to the ring. Her long white cape whirled behind her. "Quit yer yappin'. I am here."

Juno watched as a cowgirl started to make her way towards the ring from the entrance. The woman was wearing a white cloak, but as she got closer, the beast could tell it was Josey Wales. Now the blond was smoking hot, but at the moment Juno wouldn't focus about that...even though she wanted to. She needed to stay focused on beating this broad into dust, and coming out on top. So the french woman would simply smirk as her opponent got into the ring and approached her. Not carrying at all about the cowgirl's history of violent matches and victories over the likes of Cecilia Northman...although that fact alone should make the beast pretty cautious.

"Well, it's nice to see such a badass has come to take me on...this should be pretty fun...now I know you and the fans are wondering what the match type will be..." Juno would say before raising her hand to keep Josey silent. "But let's get one thing straight 'partner'...this isn't the Entropy title...so you don't get to pick the match, hell you don't even get to agree with it. My word is fucking law tonight. Got it? Good. Cause tonight, we're having a no canvas KO death match!"

Then the beast would wave over some stage hands and they would begin to pull off the canvas to reveal a the harsh wooden boards underneath. Juno would sit on top of the turnbuckles as the work was quickly done, and then get down when it was finished.

"Oh yeah, just so you know...there's some other fun things under the ring...and I don't mean shitty tables, chairs, and the other boring shit" the french woman would say before walking up to the cowgirl somewhat casually. "So, got any questions? Well you get one...cause I'm not going to explain every damn thing to you."

Josey was unimpressed. She was not quite sure why the woman was lifting her hand, but she did not particularly care. The Outlaw kept walking to the ring, silently, watching, waiting. Her advance was slow, but not cautious. She saw the woman go up onto the corner, and then she saw the crew quickly remove the canvas. If there was a fall tonight, it was going to be straight onto the hard wooden floor of the ring. That did not deter her, and the cowgirl kept on coming.

She stepped up into the ring, and slid under the bottom rope. Josey was wearing boots, but she could still feel the difference. It was like the hundreds of saloons that Josey had frequented in her tumultuous few decades on the earth. She looked down at it, and then back up at the ridiculous woman. This woman, as odd as she looked, clearly had quite a lot of strength to her, and also looked like she knew how to use it. Her red eyes glowered.

She held her mic up to her mouth. "Fine. Now, quit jabberin', and let's throw down." With a majestic, and almost theatrical flourish, she whirled her cape off and flung it to the side. The Outlaw tossed the microphone to the side, and it made an awful sound on the PA as it clattered across the floor. She took off her cowboy hat, and threw it like a frisbee up the ramp.

And with that, she was ready. The Outlaw spread her legs slightly, and bent them. Her arms were up, and forward. She balled her fists, fully ready to throw punch after punch at her opponent. The cowgirl had been looking for a fight tonight. It looked like she had more than found it.

Judging from the look in Josey's fierce red eyes, it seemed that she wasn't all that impressed by the beast's grand idea for this match, which peeved the french woman a bit...but it also got her in the fighting spirit. After all, she was actually liking this blond woman's attitude a great deal, and it wasn't like the animal was easily impressed either. The beast preferred actions over words, just like this badass cowgirl...so when Josey told her to shut up in 'texas talk' and throw down, Juno didn't keep her waiting.

"Fine! You wanna throw down? Lets throw down! But DON'T you DARE disappoint me!" the woman would growl back at the challenger as she raised her fists with a sadistic look on her face...one that was radiating some pretty violent intentions to any looking directly at it. The crowd was roaring out for them to begin, and a second after the cowgirl threw her hat at the ramp, the co champ would charge forward and meet her opponent's balled fists with her own.

Juno would then try to grab the back of the woman's blond hair, and begin to send powerful punch with her other hand. This would leave her completely open to Josey doing the same thing in retaliation, but the beast was fine with that. In fact, she was looking forward to getting a taste of her foe's infamous offense. If this badass could take on Cecilia Northman, then this was going to be one hell of a brutal brawl between these two women.

This woman approached her. Josey's heel dug into the wood. It was hard. Not as hard as the harsh concrete floor outside the ring. Not as hard as the barn wall. Not as hard as the floor of a hundred saloons that she had fought her way across. In some weird way, that heartened the cowgirl. This was not anything that she could not handle. This was not anything that she had not already dealt with out on the great Texas plain.

Immediately, this woman reached for her hair. That was a bitch move. Josey did not approve of many things, but she especially did not approve of that. Just as Josey was about to send a riposte back, a few punches graced her face, causing her to stagger a bit. She would have faltered back, had her opponent not been tightly holding onto her hair, thankfully or unthankfully.

But Josey battled back, as she always did. She opted not to grab at anything on her opponent's body. No, that would have taken away from the damage she could bring to bear with her fists. Totally unconcerned with blocking, self-defense, or her own head, Josey sent punch after punch into her opponent's exposed belly. That was sure to get her off of Josey, she thought. And if it did not work, all that meant was that Josey was not throwing punches hard enough...

Juno had a large, sadistic smile as she started to rain punches at her opponent's face. One that radiated that satisfaction that she was getting from pounding away at the cowgirl. Josey however wasn't too keen on getting punched without end. Soon the french woman would receive fist after fist into her toned midsection. Each strike knocked more and more wind out of Juno's lungs, which brought her assault to a screeching halt soon enough.

Coughing out loudly as she stayed standing only by holding onto her opponent's shoulder, the beast couldn't keep up the offense without air. So instead of delivering blow after blow, Juno decided she would send a single big strike to stun the blond. The beast would then pivot her body suddenly as she tried to deliver a powerful European uppercut right into the cowgirl's jaw!

"Try chewing after this!" the french woman roared as she tried to take Josey's head off with a brutal attack aimed straight at her opponent's chin. Juno wasn't going to use her head in this fight, because to the beast this was brawl. One that she planned on winning by pounding Josey into a million pieces.

Josey felt it, fist on flesh. She kept pounding this woman, mercilessly. It was not like Josey to stop once she had a fish on the line, and the cowgirl was giving it her all. They were still in the honeymoon phase of the match, where they were still feeling each other out. The Outlaw wanted to give her opponent quite a lot to feel. Like bruises, exhaustion, and pain. The cough was music to her lungs, and the cowgirl looked up.

And she immediately regretted it. A harsh uppercut graced her jaw, and Josey was sent flying back. She had no excuses for it. The blow was just a hard one. The Outlaw was forced off of her feet and went tumbling backwards. A few last desperate spasms were not enough to stop her from landing on the wood floor of the ring ungracefully, and she paid a harsh price for being hit so cleanly.

Her back arched. She had felt it before, but she had never gotten truly acclimated to it. The crowd roared, happy to see that one of the women went down. Josey grimaced. She did not know why the first woman to become acquainted with the harsh floor had to be her.

Juno had a smile on her face as she felt the woman's jaw smacking against her arm. The blow struck its target hard, and caused the cowgirl to stumble backwards, stunned. Josey would finally come to a stop as she fell flat on her back, prompting the beast to smile as the cowgirl's back arched in pain.

It always filled the french woman's heart to see her opponent's in pain, after all. The beast knew she'd need to capitalize fast, though, so there was no time to waste...except for a quick taunt.

"How's that jaw feeling 'outlaw'?" Juno would growl somewhat with a poor attempt at a southern accent as she quickly walked over to her opponent. Then the beast would turn her body to the side as she tried to come down on Josey elbow first. If successful, the point of Juno's elbow would dig straight into the blond woman's rib cage and knock the air right out of her lungs.