Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

Josey was a gambling woman, and was always happy when a bet paid off. Given that she was a strong woman it wasn't much of a stretch that Diana would be hurt, but when the beautiful Italian woman was sent over the ropes the Outlaw felt like she had just hit the jackpot. She had detected some movement coming from her opponent and thought that a woman as strong looking as her might throw herself back into the fold immediately after such a blow, but luckily for Josey, Diana could not recover in time.

Josey on the other hand, could. She hopped up straight away. While it was somewhat unusual for her to go airborne, Josey saw her opportunity and struck. With one jump she would make it to the top rope and with the next she would go plunging down towards Diana, both feet extended again to try and cause even more pain!

Falling square on her front, Diana's huge chest serving as a set of pillows of sort as she briefly rested, she'd grunt from the sheer impact of the assault. Josey was bigger than her, but it was painfully evident she had some agility to her. Turning her head somewhat, she'd hear the shaking of ropes, wondering if Josey were about to join her outside, or less preferably had mounted the turnbuckle.

Hearing said ropes buckle somewhat, she'd suddenly roll, realising that Josey had in fact gone for a top rope manoeuvre, praying she was quick enough so that instead of driving Diana hard into the mat, Josey's monstrous legs had just met the floor!

Josey closed her eyes while she was in the air. It was a rookie mistake and one would think that an experienced brawler like the Outlaw would not make such a boneheaded move. But alas, she did and as she glided downwards she literally could not see what would happen next coming. Diana was quick enough to get out of the way and Josey's two boots met with hard concrete as opposed to Diana's flesh.

Immediately, two jolts of pain shot up her leg and then around her body. Josey grunted in pain then fell down onto the ground. Her scurrilous imprecations were not kept much of a secret as she threw every single curse word she knew at the beautiful Italian woman. Josey had tried for too much and was paying dearly for it, as she remained on the floor of the arena.

Whilst a rookie mistake, it was a hell of a gamble, something Diana in her head gave the bigger woman credit for, as Josey would essentially end up next to her, lying down, her legs somewhat worse for wear. Had the move actually hit, given the cow-girls size and the height of the jump, the safe bet would of been on the rest of the match being all Josey.

Slowly pulling herself up to a sit-up position, arms pushing her, Diana wasn't at all the sort to mock or even laugh at the girls blatant missed move, again admitting that the girl definitely had some gaul for doing it in the first place. She didn't want to test what else she'd try, should she be given the chance.

Slowly pulling herself up, Diana was more than satisfied with rolling under the ropes back into the ring, more interested in beating the bigger girl in a controlled, organized fashion, rather than outside the ring where the wrestling match could of essentially turned into a street fight.

Josey was all about violence. That was the only reason she was here in Tokyo as opposed to back down on the ranch. Here she had all the violence she could possibly want at any time she wanted. The cowgirl was paid handsomely to annihilate girls in the ring which was basically all she could ever ask for in life. There was a drawback however, which was the simply fact that horrendous pain was occasionally inflicted upon her- Josey braced herself for the powerful blows that would soon come at her courtesy of the Italian beauty.

Only none came. Josey sat up in surprise to find that Diana was nowhere near her and was instead in the ring. The outlaw took a wobble as she stood up but managed to stand up straight. Part of Josey respected that. The ring was a place for combat like the center of town at high noon. It was where honorable and fair wrestling took place and where all cowgirls could hold their head high.

The Outlaw, of course, was not particularly interested in any of that, but she was pretty invested in kicking the crap out of Diana. She took a few steps towards the ring and slid in herself, standing up on pained legs. Her hands were clenched into fists and hung by her sides. "Y'think your slick? Back home the ones who thought they were slick were beaten harder than rented mules..." Josey was breathing hard but her drawl still shone through.

Diana wasn't the sort to pounce whilst her foe made her entrance, standing back with hands to her hips, making sure she caught as much breath as she could for the sprint to come. She continued to breath heavily, ignoring the evident threat. She'd have to find out if Josey was all hot air, or had the strength to back it up. She certainly had the balls, being a woman that size yet still jumping off the turnbuckle like a luchadore.

Taking in one big gulp of air, as if she were about to dive in the sea, Diana would suddenly rush forward against her standing foe, intending to lock up, ideally with such surprise and power that she'd force Josey backwards somewhat.

Josey sized up her opponent once again. She was beyond beautiful and the Outlaw would like to see her outline against Josey's mattress. But more than that, she was strong, wily, honorable. The cowgirl would have flown towards any girl who tried to get into the ring with her and punished them harshly for it. Yet Diana didn't. She didn't even send back a taunt after Josey's hot air.

The cowgirl then got a look at Diana in a much more personal sense as she was bullrushed and forced into a lock-up. Josey was forced to retreat, moving back to almost the ropes before beginning to mount her defense in earnest. She felt power coursing through her as she applied all of her strength forward into the Italian woman as she tried to push her back.

"Grr..." she grunted.

Diana was not at all the sort above taunting her foe. Only with Diana, she'd only start to verbally insult her foes when they failed to live up to her standards, in a way becoming some sort of twisted inspirational speaker, trying to make her foes all the could be and more!...Before promptly trying to dominate them at their best.

Forcing Josey back, the surprise of the push allowing her to gain great distance before Josey would have time to fully tense and push back, Diana would suddenly switch her hands, by no means looking for another extended test of strength. Shooting low, nearly grazing over the cowgirls generous chest, Diana's hands would shoot to the cowgirls hips, before trying to lock tightly around her back. If all went well, Diana would try to take a step back, before pulling on her lock, forcing the cowgirl forward, in which Diana would try to heave her up and over in a belly to belly!

There it was, the breakthrough. There always was one, due to Josey's incredible strength. After embarrassingly being pushed all the way back to the ropes, she finally moved forwards again. Then there was a big breakthrough, when she found herself gaining ground very suddenly. From this point on, Josey could move wherever she wanted to and she wanted to go forward in a real sense and upwards in a metaphorical sense.

Unfortunately, the Outlaw found herself going upwards in a real sense and very far back in a metaphorical sense. The cowgirl was taken by surprise by her opponent's adroit move and was soon sent crashing into the mat head first with a belly to belly suplex! "Ah!" She yelled, then lay akimbo on the mat.

Diana seemed satisfied that so far the cow-girl seemed intent on simply showing that she was the stronger of the two. She was more than happy to let her believe it, hell, she could show off her power all she wanted, where as Diana would be focusing on methodically working the bigger woman over to gain the overall win. Hugging tightly and throwing the woman over, Diana would of course hit the mat too, making sure to land cleanly on her back rather than awkwardly doing so on her side, briefly going spread eagle, a almost mirror image of her foe who was laid out next to her, heads a few inches apart.

In an attempt of impressive acrobatics, Diana's hands would shoot backwards next to her head, clenching the mat. From there, with a heave of lower body strength, she'd pull her legs sharply back, with enough force to bring her whole body backwards in a backwards roll. If Josey had failed to move, Diana would of impressively mounted the girl upon immediately exiting said roll!