Josey Wales vs. Patrice Juillet

Josey was able to pull the move off without a hitch. Back in her day, they would have only allowed women in the ring if they were proven to be battle tested, and able to take a punch. It was with a condescending shake of her head that she looked down on the blonde woman in front of her, wondering how such a woman got into this federation in the first place. Some of the ponies here were work ponies, and some of the ponies here were show ponies. As she stared down at the French girl, she knew exactly what she was, but she wondered if Patrice knew which one she was. And if she didn't then Josey was happy to show her.

She picked her opponent up once more, this time opting to make sure that she was holding Patrice flat. She lifted her up, and then extended her knee out. The Outlaw was going for the backbreaker to end all backbreakers. There was nothing that got Josey going like a good old fashioned squash, and she was reckoning that this was turning into exactly one of those. Her red eyes were cast out over the clear blue water. It was peaceful, in a way. The same way that the action going on in the ring was not.

She was silent as she went through with her bloody actions. Josey thought that it made her more intimidating.

Patrice was silently begging for mercy, or even for a chance to catch a break, but at the same time she had the ominous feeling that neither one of those was going to be available to her. On the outside, when she looked at her opponent - or when she had looked at her opponent, now she was already incapable - her looks did not immediately scream "killer". She did obviously had a gimmick of sorts, that Patrice could have even appreciated, but it was regrettably going to waste as the woman did not even bother to say a word.

Or then again, maybe that was part of the gimmick. But it was a part that Patrice did not really appreciate.

Unfortunately the woman had all sorts of other qualities too that the French Actress did not really appreciate. Thirst for blood and lust for destruction were evidently a couple of them. Though fair enough, she might have appreciated those, had she not been their victim right now in this cage.

As predicted, there was no real break for Patrice as Josey began pulling her up once again, evidently setting her up for another move. The blonde couldn't help but let out a moan of desperation, as the Outlaw began picking her up once again, the underdog's despair becoming increasingly evident.

"Wait, why-" But before Patrice could even truly begin her question, her back was already slammed against Josey's knee. Screaming from pain, the blonde flopped down once again onto the mat. Lying face down, by this time there were already a couple of tears running from Trice's eyes - tears that she would have never wanted Zulime to witness.

Josey had made women cry before. It was usually just a biological reaction to getting punched in the nose. Yet she could not help but enjoy the fact that he backbreaker caused this French actress to cry genuine tears. That was a fact that she discovered after she had rolled Patrice over, and she took a second to marvel at her work. A cruel smile flashed across her face as she thought of what she was going to do next. She hocked up a wad of spit, and spat right on Patrice's face. It was appropriate, she thought. Patrice's face was already wet with tears, so Josey wasn't doing anything too bad by making it that little bit wetter.

She grabbed Patrice by her foot, and dragged her to near the side of the cage. It was an unceremonious move, the same way that Josey might drag a bale of hay across the Texas plain. But bales of hay did not have necks, which was precisely where Josey grabbed Patrice. From there, she would heft her up and choke her. It was probably unnecessary to hold the French woman agaisnt the side of the cage, but Josey did it anyways. She thought that it may have added more urgency to Patrice's situation.

"Had enough yet?" Josey taunted.

Zulime took another sip of wine. She had not had enough. Not by a longshot.

Patrice would have given the world if she could have just laid down on the mat and hide her tears from everyone, but this devil of a woman in the cage with her could not spare her even that tiny courtesy. No, she had to go and roll her over, exposing her tears for the world to see, right when Trice was at her lowest point.

Or so she thought for a brief second, before the Outlaw had the audacity to spit her in the face. A proof that she was fully capable of going lower than six feet underground with her offense.

"What the fuck?!?"

Even if Trice was currently being brutalized, spitting someone in the face never came across to her as a necessary thing to do. And even if she did not shout her exclamation out loud but rather kept it inside her head, there was just so much more hate towards Josey boiling inside her head after it. While she was already broken and beaten, being spat in the face was not something she would just accept as her fate.

Her fate currently though was being dragged towards the side of the cage and being lifted up against it in a choke hold. A predicament of its own, but far from the worst the French blonde had had to already endure in this match. Besides, she had just had a great chance for a small breather, and filled up her lungs with fresh air.

And that air was now going to be fully spent for driving her heels viciously into Josey's midsection, accompanied by sincere hope that the kicks would inflict at least some damage to the seemingly invincible Outlaw. And that sincere hope was evident by the hate Patrice had in her eyes when she looked at her foe in front of her.

Josey bore nothing but malice on her face. Her entire arm flexed with power as she pressed Patrice against the cage wall. There was a little bit of pain for there to be sure, but Josey would not kid herself into thinking that this was anything other than intimidation. Back on the ranches of Texas, a reputation could stretch as far as the horizon. And despite the fact that Josey loved herself a good brawl, she knew that she wouldn't get bothered much if other folks knew that she was not only going to beat the shit out of you if you messed with her, but it was going to nothing short of shameful. Her mind flashed with all sorts of possibilities as she started moving back to launch into some horrendous throw.

Only, Patrice was showing signs of life. Two heels slammed into Josey's hard abs, causing a significant amount of surprise and a good deal more pain. Her eyes went wide. Some of it was the shock of the sudden change of fortune, yet the fact that she could hardly breathe for the gasping she was doing. Instantly, Josey released Patrice and brought her arms down to her stomach to soothe her belly. She faltered back, and doubled over from the pain.

Zulime stopped drinking.

Sure, the vice-like grip choking the life out of her wasn't making anything easier at all. But neither was her opponent's choice to spit on her face making it on them, that was something Trice was going to make sure. Even if her slender form was currently being hung against the cage wall...

To the French Actress's fortune, it appeared that the Outlaw had sunk herself a little too deep into the offense. Granted, she couldn't really blame her provided the circumstances, but her defences had still gotten way too down. Thus, the smaller blonde's kicks earned her a lucky break!

Well, as lucky as dropping and flopping down like a stone could possible be. But while Trice's landing was hard, it still meant that she was free at last. And even if she would have wanted to just stay down to catch a break, she knew that it was the last thing she should have done now.

Straining herself to her limit with effort, the French blonde got back up, beginning to slowly circle around Josey. She was battered, beaten, and practically limping, but she was on her two feet. She was on the move, and no longer caught in the Outlaw's endless, relentless attacks.

Tonight, that fact provided more than just a glimmer of hope.

Josey took a few more steps back. That was a move that was perhaps unnecessary, given that Patrice did not follow up on her attack, but it wasn't for that explicit purpose. The Outlaw was headed backwards just so she could reassess the situation, like it was difficult for her to believe that the French actress had successfully hit her. When she looked up, she found that she was not deluded. Or at least, her delusions persisted. Patrice was standing there, upright, circling the cowgirl with her dukes up. The incredulous look on her face faded into the hardened look that was more familiar to all the people in the audience. If Patrice wanted to rumble, Josey was more than happy to give her the fight of her life. Although, she did wonder if this was the most amount of damage that pretty blonde woman had ever dealt with.

But Josey was not going to stop until Patrice felt some more. She watched Patrice, and tried to time it so that the French actress was slightly off balance when Josey hit her. There was only a scant few feet between Josey and Patrice and the Outlaw closed it quickly with a handful of long loping steps. Had she possessed the patience to learn actual wrestling moves, she would go for a throw or a proper move. But because she was Josey, she lowered the boom and attempted to spear her opponent straight down into the mat. There was nothing held back, despite the setback that she had just faced.

Zulime took another sip of wine. This was going to end up okay, she thought.

Patrice had little idea of what was going through Josey's head. To be honest, she had had absolutely no idea at all about that throughout this match. Josey was like this completely unknown, unpredictable monster, that was relentlessly attacking her even without any clear reason. So how did you stop one? Certainly not by challenging them into a brawl, which apparently was the impression that some were getting from her.

Unfortunately that was something the French Actress was unable to register. Her only concern was to keep away from the Outlaw, buy time, recover, try to plan, and....buy some more time. And then?

She didn't know. She had absolutely no idea. The monster was clearly ready to strike her at any time, and she did not have the guts, or foolishness, to try an attack of her own.

And right when the blonde's pondering of that dilemma was at its deepest, Josey decided to strike. The bigger woman suddenly plunging towards her, Patrice made a last-second attempt at leaping to the side - but it was too late. Josey's Spear still connected, sending the actress's already hurt back crashing once again to the mat.

Slapping the mat in frustration and pain, the only thing Patrice could do now was to try crawling away from the monster.

Josey was implacable. When she was young, a twister ripped through the town next to hers. Her family was howling at her to get inside, but their words were lost in the torrential downpour. Even if the Outlaw had heard what they were saying, she would not have heeded their words. She was witnessing an act of destruction that was inverse in scope but similar in scale to the first creation of the open and endless Texas plain. The tornado had turned the whole sky black, and shouted out its capacity for destruction until the entire world, it seemed like, respected the heralded doom. The tornado stretched beyond the horizon in both directions, ready to turn the whole world over.

For the moment, Josey was that tornado. Patrice attempted to slip away to the side, but Josey's arms widened and guided the actress into the oncoming storm. The two blondes entangled but fate dictated that only one could end up on top. The cowgirl was fortunate in that it was her, but she would not relent. Tornadoes eventually disappeared into the wild blue from whence they came, but the French girl would not be so fortunate that Josey would dissipate into nothing.

She was crawling now. Crawling. Josey sneered at the woman and grabbed a leg. She then switched her body around and contorted her opponent into a fierce single leg Boston crab, intending to start draining the life from the actress.

A spear? Yes, often sent you crashing down, but for Patrice, usually was not too bad.

Usually. And this was not usual. The damage Patrice's back had taken already in this match was devastatingly unusual, and having it slammed against the mat once again, even if with a Spear, was bound to cause some serious trouble.

Not that she would not have been in serious trouble from the moment she had stepped into this cage today. While the French Actress had some decent wrestling skills, or at least should have had some decent wrestling skills, in this cage she had been nothing but a ragdoll. And right now, the only thing the ragdoll was capable of was to crawl.

Unfortunately, she was still crawling on the path of a hook echo, and there was no shelter in sight.

The Outlaw's determination to tear the French blonde apart was relentless, as Trice's quest to crawl away was halted by her leg getting snatched and pulled into the single-leg Boston crab. And even if, technically, it did not usually appear to be the worst of moves, this time it immediately earned cries of pain out of the blonde.

Instinctively, Patrice reached out her hand towards the...cage wall. Immediately realizing that there were no ropes in sight, the blonde let out another cry of despair. There was nothing she could do now, other than to just try to endure as the Outlaw towered over the slender blonde, who appeared like a gazelle gotten lost into the lion's cage.