Josey Wales vs. Patrice Juillet

Josey was leaning back as if her life depended on it. This particular move probably didn't matter, in the grand scheme of things, and there was no real reason for her to be as aggressive with it as she was. Except for a few small blips here and there, this match had been a massacre with the larger, fiercer Outlaw running roughshod over the smaller blonde woman. For the cowgirl to be bending backwards like it was a world title match would only represent her desire to win, and not only acheive victory but achieve it through the most brutal and aggressive way that she could. It would be more elegant and more simple to simply pick the French woman up and toss her clear of their little floating island.

But that was not the Josey way. Instead of doing it easy, she was going to draw this process out as much as possible, and make it suck the whole way down. The Outlaw would not suffer to let the French woman start crawling towards the ropes, instead grabbing her and yanking her closer to the center of the ring. It was a move that didn't get anyone closer to winning or losing the match, in the grand scheme of things, but it was a point that required belaboring.

And just like that, Josey decided to make it worse. She grabbed Patrice's spare leg, and started cranking on that one as well. She hopped up so that she could more easily drag Patrice towards the center of the ring, and then leaned down once more to apply enough pressure to Patrice that she risked breaking the French woman in half.

Patrice had no idea what to do. Frankly, probably nobody had any idea on what she should have done. She couldn't outpower her opponent. She couldn't outrun her opponent. She couldn't outsmart her opponent. And she couldn't just submit either. Her only option appeared to be to just take what was coming at her and suffer, even if she actually couldn't have done that either.

The only person with an answer to that was probably Josey Wales. Unfortunately, she hadn't been a woman of too many words, not at least over the time that Patrice had been having the displeasure of being acquainted with her. She appeared to be more of a woman of action, as was yet again evidenced by the French blonde's body getting haplessly dragged to the center of the cage.

Trice had to take what was coming at her second by second, and her mindset had for the past few moments been focused on trying to endure the single-leg Boston crab. It was a struggle, but it still appeared that she could have made it through. Not in the shape to stand up on her two feet again, but through nonetheless.

That was, until Josey picked up the spare leg and turned the Boston Crab into a full one.

"Ohhh... No... NO!!! Stop! Stop! I'm done! I'm done!" the French blonde started immediately yelling, and tapping viciously the mat in frustration. Granted, it was very questionable whether her actions could actually help her at all, but it was a clear sign that the Outlaw's fodder had had enough.

Josey let go of Patrice and took a few steps back. The cowgirl was content to just have a match, but she had gotten a visit by a woman earlier, a black woman who spoke in a way that was far too fancy for Josey to trust. She told Josey about the match, and what she wanted out of it. While the cowgirl didn't really care to listen that much, she did understand that money talked. So when the woman flashed a bunch of dollar bills in front of her, Josey was likely to listen. The woman said that she wanted for Patrice to have her ass kicked, which Josey of course had no problem with. What she also wanted was for this woman to be embarrassed. While the cowgirl was happy to do it, it wasn't what she usually did. So she was not really sure what to do. Usually, women ripped their opponent's clothes off, but in light of Patrice all but giving up, she thought she had a chance to truly embarrass Patrice.

"Alright, tell you what," Josey started, "ain't gonna be that long before I chuck you into the water. But if you want to save yourself a ton of pain before you get wet, you're gonna strip. I am gonna take that," Josey put her hand on her hip, "as a sign of good faith. So what will it be? You want to get naked before everyone? Or you want all this shit to continue?" Josey took a step forward and loomed over her opponent. While she was in a vulnerable position, her red eyes would not tolerate a lot of dissent.

Zulime leaned up, and watched with great interest. The Riverboat Queen wanted to see her opponent naked for another time, just to rub it in. There was a lot of money on the table, but Zulime thought that this particular investment may have been worth it.

She talked. The monster started talking. Patrice was hearing words. She was getting a reply.

For pretty much the first time during their encounter, Josey was actually communicating with her. That itself sounded like a mighty victory, a great relief. Apparently her pleas of mercy, inherently doomed in this type of match, hadn't been completely fruitless after all.

That only lasted up to the moment Trice's brain had actually processed the Outlaw's words though. By the time they had, it was obvious that she was still as in deep shit as she had been all the time.

The only exception was the fact that as Josey had begun talking, she had actually let go of the French girl's body. That itself was worthy of trying to prolong this moment of choice as far as possible.

Rolling over onto her back, the French blonde set her sight up towards the Outlaw's face, pain and despair all too evident on her face.

"N-naked?!?" the girl in peril stuttered in a desperate tone. Having the instinctive reaction to just shout out "How the hell is that good faith?", luckily for herself she was wise enough to keep those words inside her head. But the point was still there. Trice couldn't really figure out, why would Josey have wanted her naked in the first place?

Obviously, that question misjudged heavily the inherent nature of AFW. Then again, maybe getting stuck into it for a moment could grant her some more relief.

"Why would you want me naked?!?" the blonde asked her tormentor in a genuine, desperate tone. Maybe she would be lucky enough to get an answer. Maybe not.

Josey looked down at Patrice. There was probably some term that could be used for Josey's sexuality, but for the most part the Outlaw would take whatever she could get. The thought of seeing Patrice naked in front of her was something that she would very much enjoy, which was why she took the deal in the first place. This was not something that the Outlaw typically did, but this was not a typical match. Josey had a few reasons that she wanted to see her opponent naked.

But she wasn't about to just tell Patrice.

She put her hands on her hips. "You are outta yer damn mind if you think I'mma explain myself." With that, she sent a kick into the side of Patrice. The Outlaw didn't want the woman to relax for even a second, but more importantly she wanted to show this French woman that she was deadly serious. And if this little blonde woman thought that she could screw around, she was sorely mistaken.

Zulime smiled. She really wanted to see Patrice naked, just one more time.

Josey, for her part, was going to up the ante. She sent another kick into Patrice's side. "You got three seconds to decide." Josey held up three fingers.

"Three," she said as she put a finger down.

All that Patrice really needed was time. Well, an escape too, but as the latter appeared to be about as likely as Napoleon getting out of his grave, time was most probably the best thing she could get.

Now that Josey had finally started talking, maybe her chances of some little chit-chat were a little bit higher though. And those hopes were raised even higher as the Outlaw indeed continued talking - if only to inform that she wasn't about to engage in a discussion. But even those words felt still better than...

...for example, the kick that immediately followed them. Trice's luck had clearly run out, unlike Josey's lust for violence. As a second kick to the side immediately followed, it was for sure that the French blonde's time was running out too, confirmed by Josey's declaration.

So how did Patrice respond? By crawling away. A familiar choice tonight.

Trying to reach the side of the cage, the blonde actress wanted to attempt getting back up again by taking support from the cage. She wasn't going to just reply Josey. Not this fast, anyway.

Because she just couldn't. On the other hand, it was obvious that Josey was capable of inflicting incredible amounts of pain, and there was likely nothing Trice could have done to stop her. Any one-way ticket out of the cage would have been almost like a gift sent from heaven. But then again, the need to get naked? On the other hand, why not? She had basically been already naked in AFW before, and it could surely provide for a good show for many. Then again, getting naked was usually only fun when you did it on your own initiative. Being forced in such a situation by someone else, that was just humiliation.

And then again, Patrice was pretty sure that Josey could do whatever the hell she wanted to in any case.

Josey had not even gotten to the count of two when she lost her patience. The cowgirl was not the most patient of individuals outside of the world of combat, and naturally had a much shorter fuse when she was inside the ring. She would simply not accept the fact that Patrice did not even respond to her proposition, as humiliating and shameful as it would have been to accept. Immediately, she put her hand down and rushed to where Patrice was. There was not even a hint of understanding in her red eyes. Josey did not care how broken and beaten and damaged Patrice was, she wanted blood.

And she was going to get it. Seeing that Patrice was standing against the fence, Josey decided to use that to her advantage. The Outlaw charged at her and sent her shoulder forward to smush Patrice against the fence. From there, she would launch a barrage of punches at her opponent to harm her opponent as much as she physically could at the time being. What she really wanted was to floor Patrice one more time, and then deprive the woman of her top by force. If the French girl wasn't going to play nice with her, Josey was fine with that. She could take that top off of her own accord, which she definitely planned on.

Zulime took another sip of wine. While this did not go as well as it could have gone, she thought that this was going to end well.

What Patrice really wanted to do was just to buy time. That had been the theme for, well, some time now, and so far the French Actress hadn't been able to identify any alternatives that could have solved her problems. Problems that could have been more truthfully called deep shit.

As she finally got up against the cage wall, the saving grace seemed to be that Josey was performing her count incredibly slowly. She hadn't still heard the Outlaw reach number two on her count yet, and she could already turn to face her!

Which, unfortunately, revelaed the truth. The monster didn't even bother to keep on her count, and was instead already coming at her.

"Hey, you didn't even...AAAGH!!!" Trice's protests were cut short my Josey's elbow smashing her head against the cage wall. Unbearable pain once again made its brutal return, cutting the much needed moment of respite short.

Sadly, it wasn't the only brutal return that happened. Josey began punching her. In a more brutal way than Patrice had ever experienced before. Only a few of them were surely enough to floor the helpless blonde.

If Trice hadn't been able to make a decision before, now she knew more than well enough what would be the right answer. Anything that could get her out of this, at any cost, would be priceless.

"F-fine, fine... Strip me if you...if you so much want to..." the French blonde sobbed with a broken voice at the Outlaw's feet.

Josey looked at her opponent. Already she had done so much violence to her opponent, but Josey felt a deep and profound need to keep going. No, she didn't get all the way up to the count of three. No, she didn't really care that much. No, the world was unfair in a litany of different ways and she was going to be the executor of the petty injustices that the world heaped upon people in the form of pursuing endless senseless remorseless violence.

Josey took a step back, and wiped her mouth. There was no real reason to. It was perhaps a force of habit, as she had done it hundreds of times across hundreds of barfights all over the Lone Star state. Her mouth was not bleeding, but it felt like the appropriate thing to do. Patrice was lying at her feet now, docile as a house cat. Josey took another step back to ensure that she had enough space to do what she needed to do, what Josey had demanded of her. Her red eyes were focused on Patrice, as were the eyes of the entire world.

"Get on with it," Josey demanded, "you know I ain't going to wait..." Josey's crossed arms and the threatening look on her face told Patrice that she was not kidding.

Zulime kept watching. The Riverboat Queen had great interest in watching her rival humiliate herself.

The brutal violence that Josey Wales had already inflicted on her had indeed driven Patrice Juillet to her breaking point now. Even if the thought of getting stripped inside the cage was seriously humiliating, by now she literally had no choice. Sure, she could have had her face beaten to pulp first, but truthfully, the blonde actress knew that even that was unlikely to satisfy the Outlaw's lust for humiliation.

The French girl was already expecting Josey to grab her skirt and pull it off, but instead, the taller girl took a couple of steps back. The painful reason for which was soon revealed by the tormentor's words.

Why, oh why did she demand Trice to strip herself? That was just making it all worse. By now the French Actress would have been perfectly fine with Josey forcefully stripping her as she wished, but why did she have to demand her to do it herself? It just made no sense. Not to Trice, at least...

"Wh-what? You want m-me to do it?" the blonde began with her already sobbing voice. "Wouldn't it look so much cooler if you did it?" The fact was that Trice really thought so and was honest with her words, but half of her was also trying to persuade Josey to take control herself and save her from even further humiliation.