Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

One of the things Josey could do better than almost any woman she knew was focus. Like an old trick shooter, once she found a target everything else faded away. Her muscles were bulging from the contest of strength and her eyes were locked dead ahead. When Diana let go of the hold, she thought it was an admission that Josey was the stronger woman and she was preparing herself to let up.

Much to her surprise, Josey was hit with a slicing uppercut. She inhaled sharply and doubled over, completely shocked by the blow. The Outlaw did not quite know how to react to everything that was happening to her.

Connecting neatly with the woman, Diana brought her body closer, abandoning defence as she was confident she had the big cow-girl. Pressing shoulder to gut, she'd suddenly heave, her arms locking around the waist of the big girl, briefly squeezing, before trying to hoist the girl up and over.

If all went to plan, Diana would throw the giant over her in a bridging northern lights suplex!

Easy come, easy go. Josey had a right to feel confident during the early goings of this match, and that confidence was dissipating rapidly. Diana had successfully followed up her mighty uppercut and now Josey was on the canvas. The suplex was nearly perfect, and many would surely marvel at it.

Not the Outlaw though. She was marveling the lights above her, too hard hit to move much. But she could get something going and moved slowly to remove herself from the mat...

Hoisting the girl up and over her, Diana had positioned her legs with every intention of bridging, gaining a pin of sorts and hopefully forcing more strength from her foe given that Josey would have to force her way free.

The immense endurance of the cow-girl made its appearance though, as Josey appeared to shrug the manoeuvre off, forcing Diana off her before the ref could even fully fall to the mat for the count.

Most would be frustrated that their opponent had essentially no-sold such a move, but not Diana. In fact, she even smiled, as she started to stand, satisfied that the cow-girl had some level of stamina to her form.

Josey's heart was pounding. If her opponent thought that the suplex was enough to take her down for the count, she was sorely mistaken. Her blood was up and she was just starting to get into the swing of things. She made it all the way up and eyed her opponent. Now that they were totally in the action and getting into it for real, there would be no stopping them for a long time. Pin attempts were far from the Outlaw's mind- she was going to annihilate this woman and then scrape her off her boots.

"You're gonna go fer a pin after weak shit like that?" She spat on the canvas. Josey was not going to give her opponent much of a chance to respond, vaulting forward and going at Josey with a little bit reduced speed. As much as she liked to pretend she was tough, that suplex did hurt.

Not nearly as much as what Josey planned though. She jumped and launched a raucous kick towards Diana. It had been far too long since she had attempted one of those.

It was obvious as hell that a suplex that early on a woman of Josey's stature was never going to put her away. It was more the effort the cow-girl would have to exert, especially after being thrown up and over, into pushing the strong Italian off her that would of set Diana up for some control later down the line of the match. It probably would of worked too, had Josey not burst out from the suplex with extreme ease.

Diana merely grunted at the comment, bringing herself up to her knees, then standing, just as her cowgirl foe did the same. Moving far too slowly, over confident from the damage of the suplex, Diana found herself the victim of a harsh kick straight at her, connecting neatly with her midsection and causing her to stumble back, clutching said wound and heaving over somewhat.

The Italian Stallion was a little overconfident and she paid the price for underestimating Josey. No one assumed much out of the lone cowgirl from Texas, which they should have. Diana here was the prime example. Josey had staggered Diana but the kick was not quite sufficient to get her to drop. The Outlaw respected Diana's tenacity as much as she cursed it.

But Josey could still capitalize on the fact that Diana was doubled over even if she was only temporarily out of it. She charged forward recklessly raising the same leg that had just slammed against Diana's. Josey would attempt to bring it down on the base of Diana's skull. It would be an awkward position to be in, but Josey, as ever, was supremely confident in her abilities.

Bent over, eyes meeting the mat as she let out a hefty weave of air, Diana would soon hear the loud footsteps of the approaching Texan amazon. Bringing her head up far too late, the kick connected square on her cheek, causing her head to snap to her side as she was near thrown backwards, landing on her butt, arm outstretched as she held onto the middle rope, eyes somewhat whirling from the huge big boot.

Josey was really feeling it now. Her own power as her boot connected. The wild joy of seeing an opponent in pain. The energy coursing through her veins and arteries and howling for blood like a wolf calling to the moon on the prairie. All the sensations of the evening threatened to overwhelm her and almost did but Josey was too experienced to succumb to them.

Too experienced, and too bloodlusted. The sight of Diana against the ropes made Josey want to barrel forward with the rage of a stampeding herd. The Cowgirl did precisely that, charging towards the downed girl. Josey left the constraints of the earth and did a bunny hop. She extended both of her legs forward, intending to catch Diana in the chest with two wrestling boots.

Taking a deep breath, Diana had every intention of shocking Josey by shrugging the kick off and rising with speed shocking for a woman of her size. If Josey let her of course. Which she evidently did not.

Rising midway, back to the ropes, Diana found herself drop kicked by a woman you wouldn't exactly expect such a manoeuvre from, her huge chest serving as a bullseye for said kick. The sheer momentum of the huge woman performing the manoeuvre and the fact Diana was so close to the ropes spelt disaster for the Italian. She'd stumble backwards, not at all able to brace herself, before falling through the second and third ropes, arms covering her body as she'd land roughly outside onto her front.