Josey Wales vs. Patrice Juillet

Josey walked up to Patrice. Fire burned in her eyes. Josey was not a dim girl, but she could not honestly understand why the French woman was not giving her what she wanted, exactly when she wanted it. The Outlaw did not know what vibes she was giving off that would indicate that she could be reasoned with, but her hardened face became angrier by the second. She hoped that the strides up to the French woman and the furious look on her face would be enough, but in her heart of hearts she knew that wasn't going to be the case.

She sent a kick down to Patrice's side. "Do you think I am fucking around here? Do it now, next three seconds, otherwise there's going to be hell to pay." The fire and brimstone dripping off her Texan drawl showed her opponent that she was not in fact fucking around here. Another kick to Patrice's side showed the blonde woman just how serious Josey was.

Zulime was sitting up now, having set her wine on the side. She really wanted this, more than anything else. Her hand went down to her strong thigh so that she could stabilize herself a bit, and slow her own heart rate. Her brown eyes were flashing with a lustful sort of anger.

Patrice was hoping for an explanation, but the closer Josey was getting to her, the more obvious it was that she was most likely going to get none. Or then she was indeed going to come to rip her attire off in the most brutal fashion ever seen... But as it soon turned out, violence was the Outlaw's method of choice to reason with her victim.

The first kick sent Patrice rolling to her side, and the second one turned her supine on the mat. Despair evident on her face, the blonde began unbuckling her belt, and pushing her skirt off, revealing the black & white thong that had been hidden beneath it.

She could only hope that Josey liked what she was seeing.

Josey did like what she was seeing. She liked it a lot. While she had some success in getting some of those tiny Japanese women into her apartment, it was rare that she had a beauty such as the one in front of her in a thong. And on top of that, she had intimidated her into removing her pants. Josey's red eyes were alight with a horrible lust that only possessed the most degenerate souls of the earth.

And Josey was happy to count themselves among their number. When she saw the thong, something deep inside her awoke. The despair on Patrice's face sustained her, but it would not fully satisfy a woman like Josey. In order to quench that depraved and terrible thirst, she sent a kick down at her opponent once more. While she told herself that it was to keep her opponent compliant, she knew in her heart of hearts that it was for her own enjoyment.

Similar to the next thing she would do. She bent down and attempted to deprive her opponent of her underwear completely. It was now Josey's turn to do the ripping and the tearing, just to make sure that Patrice was as humiliated as she could possibly be.

Trice was hoping as hard as she could that Josey was finally becoming satisfied with what she was seeing, and the brief glance to her face that the French blonde dared to shoot seemed to confirm it...at least to a certain degree. While the Outlaw's face clearly appeared ravenous, it wasn't only in a good, pleased way, but accompanied with a lust for more. But what exactly was that "more" going to be?

A kick to her side once again seemed to be the answer. Trice just closed her eyes and turned her head away from the monster tormenting her in response, frankly not having the strength to try figuring out what would be her foe's next move. And as it turned out, it was a wise move indeed...since her thong getting ripped apart exposing her was the last thing she wanted to see!

Granted, Hentai matches could have been a nice thing to explore, fun things to have... But this was not one. This shouldn't have been one. Her mission tonight had been to throw her opponent out of the cage, not to strip her naked and finger her an orgasm! But that was exactly the humiliation that was happening to her right now... Or, the first part was at least.

Desperate by the situation, Trice could only roll over to her belly, burying her face deep into her hands in the process. She could do nothing to prevent her naked rear from being for everyone, and especially for her opponent to see.

It was obvious that in this cage Patrice was no longer a fighter or a wrestler, but simply just the Outlaw's helpless victim.

Truthfully, not that she would have appeared to be a solid contender for Josey at any stage earlier tonight either...

Josey smiled. The fact that she had just deprived her opponent of her dignity meant that there was going to be a huge payday in the cards for her later on. It also confirmed her dominance over her opponent in the most obvious and humiliating way. There was very little underwear left to hold up for the benefit of the camera, so the Outlaw opted to simply throw the scraps to the side. She was a cowgirl of the great Texas plain. It was gratifying to her to show this prissy little actress where they were, what they were doing, and who the truly dominant woman was in the ring. The cowgirl's red eyes turned down to Patrice's bare bottom.

Zulime smiled. Patrice's bottom was exposed again. Everything was going exactly to plan. Her first night with Patrice in the jazz club had gone pretty badly, all things considered. But Zulime's patience and brutality were starting to pay off in the best way. She finished her glass of red wine.

Josey leaned down, and grabbed the back of Patrice's head. Her rough grip on Patrice's hair would hurt in and of itself, but Josey was going to bring the pain when she lifted Patrice's head, and bounced her skull off the canvas a few times. If that went as she expected it to, she would pick Patrice up and throw her over her shoulder. It wasn't part of the deal that she would be exposing Patrice in the fireman's carry, but it just so happened to be the best way for Josey to carry Patrice to the side of the cage.

All Patrice really wanted at this point was an escape. It did not matter any longer at all whether it would be offered for her in a sweet or sour fashion, as long as this living hell that was called a cage match was going to be over. And the sooner the better... Or frankly, it could no longer be "better". "Better" would have been quite a few punches, kicks, and destroyed thongs ago.

But despite all of her hopes and dreams, the French Actress soon felt her hair getting pulled upwards - only for the vicious hand of the Outlaw to smash her head against the canvas again. And again... And again... And as expected, the level of Trice's consciousness was soon rapidly fading...which in this situation was probably a blessing in disguise.

The French blonde was basically a ragdoll for Josey, as the Texan finally decided to easily pick her up onto her shoulders. Trice was being carried like a trophy - physically by Josey, but psychologically probably by Zulime too - and the slender Actress was barely registering any longer what was going on. If she had, there might have been a glimmer of hope sparking inside her, as the side of the cage was becoming closer and closer. Maybe she was finally going to get her escape?

Josey was strutting now. She was not much of a showboat, but she felt like she absolutely had to do it now. After all, there was very little reason not to. Winning this match was all but assured as her opponent did everything that she could just to stay awake. All it would take to end this thing was to take a few more steps and climb a bit, and from there she could chuck her opponent into the water. It might have been dangerous to throw her opponent into the water while she was in such a state, but Josey didn't really care if her opponent lived or died. Once she was done with the match, she was done completely.

She walked up to the cage and climbed. The Outlaw bucked up a bit to try and make sure that she could get her over the cage wall. It was with a few quick movements that she attempted to throw her opponent over the cage to try and end the match completely.

Zulime was sitting on the edge of her couch, focusing. She had set her wine down, looking at her screen with all of the focus that she had. The cowgirl probably had the match won, but Zulime was always one not to rely on chance. She would not relax until she was confident that she saw Patrice sunk beneath the surface.

Patrice was dead weight on Josey's shoulders, as the edge of the cage became closer and closer. She was incapable of providing any resistance, but even if she had been, it would have been highly questionable whether she would have even wanted to provide it at all. The closer the edge was, the closer was also the end of her misery. And right now it was only a good thing.

Luckily for the French blonde, things were finally going her way in that sense. Josey had finally had enough with her, determinedly climbing up a few steps to throw her reeling opponent over the wall. Finally, freedom was imminent.

Had Trice not been in such a ravaged state, she could have posed a few questions right now. Mainly, if her taller opponent had to do some effort to reach high enough to throw her off her shoulders, how on earth could have Trice been able to do so herself in the first place?!? How could she have ever thrown the bigger, heavier woman over the wall herself?!? Had this match been set up for her doom in the first place?!?

The obvious answer to the last part was "Yes", but Trice was not capable of thoughts like that at all. Not before her body became submerged with a big splash at the end of a mighty throw through the air, sealing her defeat as she sunk beneath the surface.

Trice knew what was coming though, and was capable of fighting her way back up to to the surface, before slowly swimming ashore. But the camera cut off before any of that though. And as far as Zulime was concerned, by the looks of it, she could have probably been fairly sure that she wouldn't be seeing the face of Patrice Juillet ever again.

Josey watched as her beautiful blonde opponent sunk before the waves. For a second, Josey wondered if her opponent was so far out of it that she wouldn't be awake enough to swim to the shore. This would not be the first time that Josey had played such a game, and as her red eyes traced the submerged woman's descent into the deeps, she wanted the woman to stay down there. She wanted no one to come save her. But the Outlaw was disappointed to see Patrice start swimming back to the shore. Josey turned and spat. A win was a win, and the blonde woman jumped down from the cage.

Zulime got up, and got another bottle of win. Tonight was a night to celebrate. She had won once more over a hated opponent. When Patrice entered the jazz club, she probably had no idea she would get humiliated in front of her when Zulime got to her, and then brutally beaten when Josey got to her. Zulime was going to celebrate a little bit. The Riverboat Queen was incredibly happy tonight, and wanted to let the good times roll.