Josey Wales vs. Athena Wonder

The Outlaw was a whirl of motion, a Texas tornado surging across the great plain. Both blows struck home, but still the cowgirl was not sated. Her hunger for violence compelled her forward, her broad and tough fists still ringing with the throes of the blow. With two powerful steps, she was looming over her fellow blonde, eyes afire with the simmering rage that only twisters and demons bore deep within them.

In one mighty leap, Josey ascended. When she was younger, she had heard that there were rockets, taller than the greatest towers and more powerful than the human imagination, that took off from Houston. Josey had never seen one. She had never really wanted to see one. But if she had, perhaps she would recognize the raw intensity of a Saturn Five burning through the night sky within herself.

And when she came plummeting down, there was very little to stop her. Her sharp elbow, the same elbow that had just graced the side of Athena's head. This time, it was moving with Josey's full force behind her, and Josey was aiming for the center of the large woman's chest...

Athena was on the canvas, head still spinning from the strikes she took from Josey. This would take her a while to recover from, and she was certain that the Outlaw had no time in her day to actually give her any chance to recover. So, she would muster her strength to recollect herself, but it was clear that there's no way she could make it before Josey went to follow up with a more devastating, gut-bursting attack.

And sure enough, she saw the cowgirl plummeting down, pointing her elbow right at her body for an elbow drop. The Eighth Wonder couldn't get herself moving away from it, and as a result, she took the elbow drop right between her ample breasts, and it felt like her chest had been caved in from the sheer impact of the attack.

"BUUGGHHH!!"

Athena was left in a state of daze afterwards right after her limbs flopped down onto the canvas. It was clear that thanks to Josey's myriad of attacks, the Super MILF was left weakened, her strength leaving her quite significantly.

Josey's hard strike slammed home. It was a solid blow, no one could deny. The full force of the Outlaw came tumbling down on her opponent, and when the attack landed, Josey was glad that she had held nothing back. The cry that had erupted from Athena was music to her ears. The Outlaw rolled off of her larger opponent, and quickly stood up again. Her red eyes glowered with rage as she considered her options.

A strike would have been her go-to, but she had played that card a lot. The cowgirl was a brawler at heart, but she knew that she would have to deliver a message that her fists could not quite carry. No, she was going to have to go for a slam. That would show this woman, and the world, that she was not to be trifled her. The size of Athena gave her pause, but Josey bent down anyways. She had thrown haybales larger than Athena. What was she, compared to the many weights that Josey had already thrown around?

Josey grabbed Athena's head, and tried to force her up to her feet. Her arm went between Athena's leg, and another one went over her shoulder. The Outlaw tried to pick Athena clean up, and went for a Michinoku driver. She went about it quickly. Josey was going for the kill...

Winded and totally disoriented, Athena was on the mat, sprawled and struggling to regain her breath after taking a nasty elbow drop from her opponent earlier. The cowgirl was definitely a borderline superhuman at this rate with her devastating attacks and phenomenal strength. Still, the Eighth Wonder had taken attacks more powerful than that and still prevailed. Even so, she would need to recover from the elbow drop from earlier in order to stand a chance against the Outlaw.

And it looked like Josey didn't have any intention to leave her be as she grabbed Athena by her head, forcing her up. Grunting as she was pulled up, she then felt the Outlaw's arm going between her legs while another went to her shoulder. She tried to struggle, but she was still too winded to actually make any meaningful action, and before she knew it, she was lifted up by her opponent and was turned upside down before being slammed hard into the mat with a Michinoku driver!

"HUOORGHHH!!"

The ring rumbled upon her being driven down into the mat. The powerful move had taken quite a lot out of the Eighth Wonder, and she would flop down onto the canvas, greatly weakened, becoming an easy target for the Outlaw.

Josey went through the move. It was a quick one, yet it was a strong one. The crowd were disappointed to see a brutal girl like Josey get one over on a prim and proper woman like Athena, but just like Athena, there was not a damn thing that they were going to about it. Josey was standing, and Athena was on her back. The Outlaw stood all the way up, looking at the large-chested woman below her, thinking about what to do next.

The closest thing to a smile that could appear on Josey's face flitted against her lips. Nah, she reckoned that this woman was done. She had done worse, to far hardier women. Women who had really been through the ringer. Not like this bimbo, who was good for nothing other than her good looks. Josey moved so that she was at Athena's side, and then promptly fell on top of the woman.

The Outlaw hooked her leg, and went for a three count. Josey could not resist giving that large leg of Athena's a squeeze. There was a nice little bit of meat to it, and Josey snickered. All of that power was for naught. Josey was stronger, meaner, and tougher. And that was why she was going to win this match.

Athena was seeing stars from being slammed into the mat with the Michinoku driver earlier. The cowgirl seemed to possess quite a tremendous strength. Even so, Athena had taken far worse than this, and she would recover so that she could stand a chance against Josey and show it to her that experience could trump raw power.

She could feel Josey getting down and going for the three count. Feeling her meaty thigh being squeezed, the Eighth Wonder couldn't help but shudder a little, her cheeks turning a bit red. Still, she focused on her recovery as she listened to the referee slapping the mat, counting for the pinfall attempt.

"ONE!"

Before the ref could slap her palm for two, Athena bucked her legs, kicking out of the pinfall attempt, breaking it as she would try to roll over, making sure that her one of her shoulders was lifted off the mat. She needed to figure out a way to turn this match to her favor.

Josey expected the ref to make it to two. At least. The fact that Josey did not get as far along as she would have liked meant that the Outlaw had seriously miscalculated. Josey did not like being wrong, but she especially did not like being wrong about how much stronger she was than another human being. When the kick out came, Josey was startled. She rolled away, and got up. Her stance was wide, and her fists were balled.

And for the first time, Josey recognized that pure adrenaline and strength were not going to get her through this match. Her breathing was a little bit ragged from all of the exertion she had just put her body through, and the cowgirl was beginning to notice that. She snarled, and flicked her long blonde hair out of her face.

Josey's heel dug into the mat. She was a sharpshooter, duelling with a fellow gunslinger in some two-horse town. It wasn't high noon yet, but it was fast approaching. And Josey swore to herself that she was going to be the quickest gun.

Despite successfully kicking out of the pinfall attempt, Athena wasn't in the best of shape, groaning and writhing in pain right after breaking the pin. Slowly, she rolled over onto her side before getting on all four. "Gaah... uuuh..." she grunted, shaking her head to relieve herself of the pain she took from being slammed down into the mat with a Michinoku driver from Josey earlier. And the fact that the outlaw was going to continue delivering more pain after this didn't help her case.

So, Athena had to resort to a tactical withdrawal. She would try to scoot away from the Outlaw, hoping to buy herself enough time to recover and get back into the match. She needed to come up with a plan to ensure that she could win this match. But Josey seemed to be quite powerful, and while Athena had her own share of strong adversaries in the past, she knew that she needed to be careful in this match, or else she would end up losing against her much younger opponent.

Still, she knew that Josey would catch up to her, but she hoped that she could buy enough time to recover before the cowgirl could try to do anything to her.

Josey saw Athena scooting away. She supposed that all of her attacks were worth something, even if that something was not a 3 count. Athena was clearly still reeling from the string of attacks that Josey had hit her with, and that counted. It did not count for much, but it counted. That heartened Josey a little bit, but it was going to take more than heart to pull off a win here. It was going to take violence. Lots, and lots, and lots, of violence.

The Outlaw raced forward, hoping to catch Athena while she was not all the way up. She did not want to bend down, and make the angle awkward. No, as long as she was running, she may as well use those huge legs of hers. The Outlaw did not stack hay bale after hay bale in the blazing Texas sun for nothing, and all that work was the equivalent of god-only-knows how many squats.

So when she swung her leg back, she knew the terrible destruction it could send forward. Josey was hoping to kick Athena right in the chest. But, she would take whatever she could get.

Athena knew that Josey would chase after her as she distanced herself from the powerful cowgirl, but she would make use of the distance between the two of them to recover. She was planning to push herself up as soon as she got back her strength, getting back into the fight and try to turn this match around.

What she didn't expect was the Outlaw running towards her before delivering a kick right in her chest. "GHOOUGHHH!!" Athena flopped hard onto the canvas after taking the kick, and she ended up writhing on the mat, cradling her chest as she turned over on her back. Showing the expression of pure agony, Athena was once again in a vulnerable position against her rampaging opponent. Things didn't seem too good for the Eighth Wonder at the moment, and one could not fathom what she would do to escape her predicament, considering that she was in a very bad condition at the moment.