Ouka vs Josey

Walking towards Josey with her elbow raised, Ouka let out a grunt of frustration as the blonde didn't stay down for long, having to abandon her plan of dropping the elbow, lowering her arm again. Josey being up was not going to be good for Ouka, she considered herself a good girl with fists but she knew when someone else had heavier fists than her and Josey was one of those women. But the thing that caught Ouka by surprise was along with those heavy fists, they were fast. Just like when it came crashing against her jaw.

Ouka's head whipped to the side as her body went loopy as she stumbled backwards before lurching forward, catching herself with placing a hand on her knee while the other went to her jaw. Her eyes were widened as feeling came back to her body and pain surged through her face, groaning out as she was left stunned!

Josey had an in. For far too long, the Outlaw was down and out, but now she was back in the game. She was causing violence, which made her terribly happy. Still, the cowgirl did not smile. It would have been undignified to smile so shortly after she had been on the ground, and besides, she was not going to be truly happy until this fight was finished, and she was on top. The redhead was stumbling, and nearly fell to the ground, and Josey was going to exploit this weakness for everything that she was worth.

The blonde took a small step forward. It was not to move the Outlaw closer to her opponent, although that was a happy side effect. Rather, it was to get her feet set. When she got her feet set, she could do all sorts of terrible things, and she was in the process of doing a terrible thing now. She sent a rocket of an uppercut towards her opponents jaw. That really out to give her an in.

Rocked and stunned as she hunched forward with her hand locked on her jaw, Ouka was having a difficult time pulling herself together as she reached out with her left hand to try and grab on to Josey as she saw the blonde getting closer to her. Grabbing on to the waistband of the Outlaw, Ouka tried to use that as a basis to steady and straighten herself. She didn't get far as Josey's fist came crashing into her jaw again with a vicious uppercut.

Snapping back, Ouka actually managed to get back to a standing position, albeit on very shakey legs as it looked like she was going to succeed in tanking the blow and managed to stand up straight. She had a hard glare aimed right at Josey...for two seconds before the glazed look washed over it and she fell backwards, landing on her butt like a sack of potatoes before flopping backwards, staring up into the lights before her instincts took over and began to slowly roll towards the bottom rope to lay on the apron chest first.

There it was. The punch connected, and it connected hard. Her opponent went down like a sack of hammers, and nearly fell out of the ring. Initially, Josey was a bit peeved that her opponent nearly got out of reach, but then a funny little idea wormed its way into her head. The Outlaw moved as quickly as she could, and her blonde hair flowed behind her as she bound over the ropes. She crashed down near Ouka's feet, and bent over to pick her up.

The hold she had the redhead in was an awkward, ungainly one. It was only going to be quick, anyways. Josey jumped up and slightly to the right so that she would land on the concrete floor. The more important part of the equation was the fact that Ouka's head would be coming down on the apron, since Josey did a little twist in the air. It was almost like a ballerina's spin, if it weren't for the fact that it could give her opponent a concussion.

Ouka groaned on the apron, chest first laying on it as she gasped for air as her vision was blurred for a bit. She brought her hand up to grab at her chin to make sure that it wasn't dislocated. She found out that it wasn't, only for the fact that it wasn't moving so freely and not because of the touch. Because Ouka's sense of touch from the jaw down was quite muddled. Josey landed on the apron, only by the vibrations shaking into her body was Ouka made known to this fact as she was picked up over Josey's shoulders.

And with little warning, Ouka was driven head and shoulders first into the apron, the touted hardest part of the ring although there was conflicting opinions that it was either the apron or the area right in front of the turnbuckle. Ouka was going to throw her lot in with the apron as the red head folded up and ungracefully fell off of the apron and on to the floor as she was left cradling her head, nothing but pain filled her body as she laid on her side groaning in pain!

The crowd booed. They booed hard. What the Outlaw had just done would have been out of place in a bar fight due to its inredible brutality, but Josey did not care in the slightest. Long ago, she had decided that it did not matter whether or not you threw the first punch if you threw the last, hardest punch. The little maneuver Josey had just pulled was far more than that. She did not land on her feet, and she was not particularly trying to. She fell to the ground on her feet first, and then on her butt, and immediately sprang back up.

That was it. This redhead was done. The Outlaw bent down and seized her opponent with both hands. There was little delicacy in her as she hauled her up as if she were a hay bale, taking a deep breath in as she did so, and attempted to throw her back into the ring. From there, it would be a quick one-two-three, and Josey would be back in the saloon in no time, going for as much whiskey as she could get her hands on. The only thing left was this formality of a pin...

Ouka was in pain, but she knew better than to just wallow there without moving. If she could move her arms and legs, she could still fight back instead of crying to herself on the floor. She was already attempting to push herself up onto her fours, spoiler alert: it didn't go well as she fell right back down on her front as her hands shot back up to her head. As much as she pushed herself to get back into the fight, Josey was even more determined to get her back into the ring, grabbing on to her as she was rolled into the ring.

The roll made everything a whole lot worse as now Ouka's world was literally spinning before she ended up on her back near the center of the ring, trying to figure out where Josey was. Swatting her hand around, she tried to find her opponent by touch.

Josey watched her roll. Her opponent was disoriented, in pain, and nearly beaten. It was not a good look on a very pretty girl, but Josey could not help but enjoy it immensely. The Outlaw slid under the bottom rope to find that her opponent was swinging her hand around wildly, clearly delirious from all of the head pain that Josey had just caused. That filled her with immense pleasure.

But it was time to get down to business. Making sure to avoid the wildly swinging hand, Josey plopped down right on top of her opponent and lay across her front. Ouka had put up a hell of a fight, but it was time to bring this puppy to a close. The little ref girl bolted across the ring and slid down.

ONE!!

She counted.

Ouka was pinned on the mat, Josey laying on top of her as the ref counted the first count. A lesser woman would've been put out by the apron collision with her head and be put away with a third count. Not Ouka, on instinct she felt the vibrations of the ref's hand hitting against the mat and already her body was beginning to respond without needing orders from her brain, which was still trying to comprehend how she just got dropped on the hardest part of the apron.

"TWO!"

And not even a split second after the ref girl's hand left the mat, Ouka's shoulder shot off of the mat, her hand shooting for the light as she roll on to her side! Panting as her eyes were beginning to focus, Ouka clenched her fist to prove to herself that she still had control over her body. She did and she was going to fight back. The second she was able to get off of the mat.

Josey thought she had it. She was so very, very close. The move she had put upon her opponent to get her here was a massive one, and definitely would have laid a lesser woman low. But Ouka got her shoulder up at the count of two, and Josey rolled off of her and away from her. The Outlaw rose slowly, ominously. She was weary, and she was pained, but she was also willing to bet that her opponent was in far worse condition than she was.

So the cowgirl resolved to outlast her. She planted her feet, and brought her dukes up. Those summer nights in the barn came to her, with the wind howling and causing the doors to shutter, the roar of the storm louder than a train, and the awesome power of Mother Nature herself coming to reclaim her own. If Josey could outlast tornadoes on the Texas plain, she could survive whatever it was that this redhead could throw at her.