Wildest of the West: Julia Rogers vs Cassidy Kidd

With a move as wild as this Julia couldn’t be too picky about the exact manner Cassidy crashed into the barricade. She was just happy to have sent the outlaw crashing, and with an impact so explosive it moved the barricade and sent every fan in the vicinity jumping out of their seats and backing away! Pleased with her work, Julia rolled back into the ring and popped up to her feet, then slammed a hard slap down onto the top turnbuckle in the nearest corner.

“HELL YEAH! LET’S GO!!!!” she called out at the top of her lungs, drawing a fresh wave of supporting shouts, cheers and applause from the excited crowd! ...Though that may not have been the best idea on Julia’s part. Adrenaline was a magical thing, and Julia had plenty of it running through her right now. But it didn’t erase the damage she’d sustained from Cassidy earlier when the masked blonde had been brutally choked by her foe. Her body was quickly reminded of that as a rushing wave of dizziness immediately followed her rallying cry to the crowd.

The cowgirl stumbled a bit into the far corner, resting against it and taking these next few precious moments to give her body its first genuine bit of recovery time after Cassidy’s earlier assault. Julia knew full well her foe would likely be a maelstrom of rage when she got back into the ring, but she’d just have to cross that bridge when she got to it. Meanwhile, the ref began the obligatory count while waiting for Cassidy to re-enter the ring.

“ONE! ...TWO! …”

Cassidy's fingers curled over the top of the barricade, sinking into the lightly padded covering. Slowly she pulled herself up, throwing a forearm up and over the top to prop herself up. Her narrowed eyes met the faces of the crowd who had stepped away, looking rather nervous at her as they kept their distance. It was a wise move. She really wanted to hit something… destroy something right now. The less people within arms reach the better for her career.

The celebratory shout of Julia caught her attention immediately, glancing back over her shoulder at the masked woman riding high on this small spree of momentum. The outlaw found herself chuckling softly despite the current situation she found herself in. Her labored rise was slow but steady, in no hurry to beat the referee's count as she recuperated.

Standing tall she arched her back, letting her bones realign with muted pops. Turning to the ring she took a small detour to collect her hat from the floor as she strode lazily to one of the empty corners. She dusted the headwear off and straightened the slightly bent brim before depositing it below the turnbuckle. She shook out her long mane of hair, letting it fall free around her shoulders and face. It seemed as though she would be going without for now.

Reaching up she gripped the ropes, using them to haul herself up onto the apron. Pushing her weight down on the top rope, she threw one leg up and over then stepped into the ring with another high kick.

She stared across the way at Julia, idly tugging at the wrist of her gloves to tighten the fit on her flexing fingers. "Aight filly, I see ya." There was a hard rumbling edge to her voice, the sort that signified a hard change in what was going to happen next. It seemed as though she was finally ready to go in hard and stop playing around. She stepped away from the ropes with a slow methodical stride, trudging across the ring straight for Julia. Her hands came up about half way to her target, getting ready to throw down as she aimed to try and shift from side to side to try and pin the cowgirl into the corner before going for a rough grapple.

Julia knew this one wasn’t going to end on a countout. Not now, at least. The luchadora had managed to turn things around for a bit, but a foe as strong and tough as this was gonna need a lot more to keep her down for any count. She watched Cassidy come over the ropes and enter the ring again, and the edge in the woman’s voice told Julia everything she needed to know about her opponent’s mindset right now, or so she thought....

She partially expected the outlaw to rush directly at her in anger. Had that been the case, Julia could’ve used her speed to work her foe like a matador with a bull. The masked blonde shifted back and forth, waiting for it, but it never came. Instead Cassidy’s movements practically mirrored her own, and by the time Julia knew for sure what was happening it was just about too late to do anything about it. This chick was pissed, but was coming at Julia with focused anger rather than blind rage. And in doing so, she’d given the luchadora very little room to work with.

Not seeing many options, Julia tried to shove Cassidy’s arms away while firing a quick, stiff kick to the side of her foe’s legs. It wasn’t much, but anything that could potentially stall the bigger woman’s approach even for a moment seemed worth a try right now.

"What's wrong? No place to run?" Cassidy's lips parted in a wide grin, showing off her pristine teeth. Strands of long shimmering hair hung down around her face wildly, giving her the appearance of someone unhinged. Though she seemed calm, collected, focused. There had been more than enough fancy footwork from Julia, something she was keen to put a stop to as she stepped side to side to keep the masked woman from getting around her. When she finally lunging to grab for her, there was resistance in a shove. It wasn't much, but enough to buy Julia time.

The kick from her counterpart came around clean, catching the outlaw in the thigh just above the knee. A solid hit, one that rang out in a hard clap that would have had people in the front cringing. While it shook her formidable figure, it hadn't managed to buckle her leg, leaving her very much the blockade she had started as. Rather than diving in again to grab at her, Cassidy threw up her arms, clasping one hand over her fist, priming up a massive overhead sledgehammer blow.

Her arms came down with crushing force, trying to absolutely smash Julia back down to the canvas. If she could get a hold of her when they were upright, she was just going to have to pick up the pieces. If she managed to floor the masked wrestler, she would reach down to grab a handful of her hair along with the top of her mask and try to start dragging her back towards the center of the ring. There was no reason to keep those pesky submission breaking ropes nearby, not once she was back in control.

SMACK!

The impact of Julia’s boot against Cassidy’s leg echoed throughout the arena! A shot like that carried potential to really mess up tendons and smaller bones if they hit in just the right spot. The luchadora wobbled her larger enemy, but it quickly became readily apparent her desperation kick, while a fine effort, wasn’t quite enough to bail her out of this dangerous predicament.

“Shit!” she hissed anxiously under her breath, the wheels in her head quickly spinning to try to work out some kind of escape route. Even as quick as Julia was, there was no way she could turn her back on Cassidy and try making a run for the ropes or the corner without getting caught. Both flanks were readily covered by the outlaw, whose equal malice and focus were a dangerous combination that refused to be avoided. And it would be a cold day in hell before Julia physically overpowered someone like this.

Truly cornered, she couldn’t think to do anything but put her arms up in a makeshift defense when Cassidy brought her hands down like a hammer onto an anvil. Naturally, Julia’s much weaker arms did very little to protect her, and the masked cowgirl was forced to the mat with a disorienting thud. She grunted at the impact, then winced moments later as she felt her hair being grabbed and pulled.

“Agh! Let..go!!” she barked, grabbing and pulling at the wrist of her foe in a likely futile effort to make her let go. Try as she might to resist, Julia was helpless to stop the outlaw from dragging her along the mat as she wished, and the blonde dreaded to think about what sadistic plans Cassidy might have in store for her once they got where she wanted to take her...

The term "hot knife through butter" generally was reversed for swift and effortless slices, but in this case the Outlaw's clubbing sledgehammer toppling Julia in one fluid motion seemed oddly fitting. Cassidy punched well above her weight when she put all she had into a blow and this had demonstrated just how effective that could be when she managed to corner her wily prey. The masked cowgirl had tried her best to block the blow, but found herself incapable of preventing the outlaw's arms from crashing down to lay her out. Wasting no time she proceeded to drag the struggling Julia back to the center of the ring where they could work out their differences a bit better... more in Cassidy's favor.

Spreading her legs, she sured up her footing, giving the masked cowgirl a rough thrash from side to side, pulling her along the mat in a taunting display of power. The crowd rained down jeers on her, clearly not impressed by the needless display. With a cruel smirk she tried to hoist Julia to her knees, swapping her hands around to wrap her fingers tightly around the blond's throat. She dug in roughly, cutting off the woman's air with a hard throttle.

"Not so fast now, are'ya? Heh." The outlaw let out a loud grunt, muscles flaring as she extended her arms, trying to rip Julia clear off the mat and dangle her over the ring, squeezing the life out of her while her feet hung off the canvas. It was just a few crushing squeezes, exerting just how big the gap in their power was. She could keep this up seemingly all day until the other woman blacked out... but there were other plans at play. Without warning, she hopped herself up and brought her arms down with Julia, dropping to a sit-out position with her Hang'm High chokebomb. If she managed to plant Julia on the mat, she would hike up the woman's legs, folding her into a ball with her hands planted on the back of her thighs, going for a pinfall.

Julia could hardly remember ever feeling this helpless in a match before. Cassidy was dragging her around like a stubborn chihuahua on a leash. And just to add further insult to injury, the outlaw began jerking and yanking her from side to side like a ragdoll! The crowd made their disapproval heard. But as much as Julia appreciated their support, it did very little to ease the disorientation of being dragged and flung about, nor would it save the masked cowgirl from what was coming.

The powerful hands of her foe left her hair at last, only to wrap them around her throat instead! The grip tightened, so much so that Julia quickly found herself completely unable to breathe. The intense pressure forced a sharp whimper from the blonde, who weakly pawed at Cassidy’s wrists, fear in Julia’s eyes as she looked into the sinister gaze of her enemy. She was then hauled into the air by her neck and began frantically squirming in her rival’s clutches, her vision quickly becoming spotty, and then starting to fade altogether. Julia had almost blacked out, her struggles all but completely stopping, when Cassidly at last slammed her down to the mat!

The thunderous impact shook the ring, and Julia would’ve bounced a full foot into the air had the outlaw not been holding her. But she was limp, and seemed to be either unconscious or just on the verge of it as Cassidy held Julia’s legs to go for the pin. The crowd went quiet, all feeling certain the luchadora was finished as the ref began to count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“TH—”

A mere split second before the ref’s hand came down for the final time, Julia rolled her right shoulder up just enough to stop the count, and the crowd erupted back to life again! Whether she had enough in the tank to find a way back into this fight was unclear, but she’d at least managed to keep the match alive for now...

Caissdy swung her head to the side as she sat in the pinned position, shipping her hair over her shoulder to clear her face of most of the wild strands. Julia had given her a decent run around for a bit there, but in the end all it took was one good clip of the little lass with her horns to rein her back in. The outlaw leaned in, embedding the moment with a sinister grin as she pushed her weight down on top of her opponent's thighs, compressing her even fighter on the mat. It made for a decent photo op, a few cameras and phones at the ready even as the cowgirls fans were at a loss there were others who liked to see the hero fall in fantastic style. It helped that Cassidy made defeat look good.

Then Julia had to go and ruin the moment. She didn't see how she broke the pin from this angle, but felt the sudden jostle of movement and caught the referee throwing up two fingers to clarify the count hadn't constituted a fall. With a growl, she clapped her hands roughly on Julia's backside, giving her a hard shove to push her further away on the mat, enough to let her legs drop down to either side of Cassidy. Scooting back herself, the outlaw started to climb to her knees while attempting to gather up both of her opponent's legs, one under each arm at the ankles.

Rolling over for a submission would have been an easy call but the ropes weren't in the best place for that, but being so close to the corner had other advantages. Lurching backwards just after she had risen up, Cassidy threw her weight towards the mat again, using Julia's legs to try and swing the cowgirl up off the mat and send her soaring towards the turnbuckles with a seesaw momentum between the two of them.

Julia wasn’t entirely sure how she’d kicked out of that pin. Her body was aching horribly, and it was hard to remember a time when breathing had been so difficult. It wouldn’t even be unfair to wonder if breaking that pin had even been the right thing to do. This was a dangerous woman Julia was in the ring with, and every second longer this match went only added further risk to her health, a point her foe soon made it clear she intended to prove.

When her legs were pushed, they briefly swung back before flopping right back down at either side of Cassidy, while the rest of the masked cowgirl remained sprawled out in a heaving mess on the mat. Her lungs were fighting hard to get her breathing back to normal, and it almost seemed as if the rest of her body had shut down to devote every ounce of energy she had to that one task. There was no resistance as her legs were captured. The first thought that entered the blonde’s mind: boston crab. But that thought was quickly dismissed when she saw the ropes nearby and recognized where she was.

That timely realization was a saving grace. As Cassidy fell back and catapulted Julia through the air, the luchadora threw her hands out and caught the top ropes while her feet came up to land on the middle ropes! She paused to take a couple quick but much-needed breaths, then glanced over her shoulder to see where the outlaw was. If she was getting back up, then Julia would shout out while kicking off the ropes, using them to propel her toward Cassidy while throwing her leg out, hoping to drill her in the skull with a rope-assisted enzuigiri!

When she was on a roll, the outlaw was like a herd of buffalo, trampling down anything or anyone in her way. With that animosity came power and momentum but it tended to breed something else… complacency. Every strike, any slam had a foregone conclusion as she looked to ragdoll the veteran around the ring until she had nothing else left to give. So when she heard something shake the ropes, it never crossed her mind how much softer the impact had been… almost like someone hadn't gone careening into the post as she wanted.

It wasn't until she crowd started to cheer that she found herself confused by inconsistency. No heavy impact, no cries of pain… hell, did a body even hit the mat after bouncing off the corner? Kicking her legs up she sailing her weight forward to get to her knees, planting her boots to rise and turn in one motion as the audience swelled up with a roar. She wanted greeted with a battered masked heroine tied up in the ropes, no, instead she caught a brief glimpse of a long leg slicing through the air straight at her.

"Shoot…" That was all she managed to mutter under her breath as Julia's kick connected dead on with a thunderous crack. Cassidy's head shot to the side, her whole upper body twisting with the momentum of the kick. Her hair exploded out around her face with the force, each strand finding their way to drift back where they belong. There were gasps in the front row as the outlaw stood tall, head slowly turning to stare down at where Julia had landed in wide eyed rage. There was a soft dark chuckle as her right eye twitched, lifting a boot to step towards the other woman… her legs gave out, dropping her to her knees. Like a lush who had their fill of alcohol, she swayed drunkenly for a moment before falling forward to face plant beside Julia seemingly down and out.