Josey Wales vs. Diana Accera

It hurt. Well, everything hurt. The move exacerbated an already precarious situation with Josey's health but she knew she came from the counter far better off than her opponent did. An intense pain shot down her back, then nothing. This was it. It was her time and her body itself spurred the Outlaw on to greatness. She rose from the mat as quickly as she could and spun around with great celerity.

It pained her to bend over, but bend over she did. Something deep inside her pushed her on. Both of them were close to the end of their tethers, Josey could feel it. So it was time to put away this match for good. She would attempt to heft Diana up to her shoulder in a fireman's carry. The terrible violence that would hopefully be visited upon Diana enlivened Josey.

Then the potential transferred in to reality. She would attempt to position Diana's head down and then drop a train on it, forcing Diana into the mat with her powerful finisher, the Death Valley Driver!

Diana resembled a crumpled mess. What had so far been near no selling of her foes moves, had finally come back to bite her as she lay on the floor in somewhat agony. She could only bite through so much.

A wheezing mess, the Italian would find herself somewhat forced up, immediately in into the waiting grip of her foe, her crouch extending to a stand that resulted in the Italian being shoulder bound. What happened next was mostly a blur.

From what she could tell, her head was somewhat angled downwards, never a favourable position for a victim in the hold. With a great heave of strength, Diana's dizziness would suddenly turn to outright blackout, as her head collided. She'd lay on the floor, head to it's side, slurring in pain. She wasn't unconscious, but she might as well of been.

Josey was on her hands and knees after the slam, breathing hard. Her opponent was only a scant foot or two away from her. She bowed her head. The audience didn't need to know that she was borderline panting, that she was fatigued and hurting. They didn't need to know exactly how much this match had taken out of the cowgirl and she wasn't going to show them. She took a half second to comport herself, and then collapsed on top of Diana. It was hardly a pin, what with the uncoordinated nature of her limbs, but Diana's shoulders were down and that was all that mattered.

ONE! the ref girl counted.

Please let it be done. She thought. The Outlaw searched herself and knew there was nothing left in the tank.

Diana's body began to slur, not out of reaction or intention to remove the heftier cow-girl from her, but more as a simple response to the pain she was in. Her eyes would somewhat regain full vision; breathing somewhat better, as it appeared the Italian was actually recovering!

...at a slug's pace.

Arms devoid of actual energy, she'd meekly shove the arm of Josey, barely rocking the mounted cow-girl as the ref continued to count. Her legs would do the same, kicking up somewhat pathetically, barely leaving the ground. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn't muster the energy, nor the real sense, to push the bigger girl off.

TWO!

There were tremors under her. The appellation movement wasn't called for in this situation but Josey grimaced. Please don't move please don't move. Diana's actions were not concerted enough to cause her to worry as much as she did, but she worried anyways. Her fatigued body would have no other line of reasoning. She knew from the bottom of her heart that if Diana kicked out she would be dead in the water. The second between two and three was the longest second she had ever endured.

THREE!

The bell heralded her victory. She rolled off of Diana and looked up at the ceiling. It was a victory, but it was very muh a pyrrhic one. Josey doubted she would be able to walk all the way back to her car without some assistance. But that didn't matter now. She collected herself and shambled upwards. The Outlaw was leaning as the ref lifted her hand in victory.

Diana didn't quite know how she did it. Extreme stamina reserves. Notable fighting heart. Or maybe a strong mix. She wasn't quite sure, but the monstrous Italian somehow forced her body to jerk up, shoulder leaving the mat in a show of pure strength!...

...the moment Josey had finished the count and rolled off her.

Arm falling briskly down to her side, the defeated Italian simply slurring with her back still to the mat. Senses still struggling to come to her, her eyes would somewhat latch onto the cowgirl as the referee offered her assistance, before shortly, through an agonizing yelp, the Italian would pull herself to a seated position. Remaining still, she'd somewhat look at the mat in front of her, arms over her legs, somewhat drained.

A win against Josey would of been a gold star on her record. Did it matter too much to the Italian?

Her somewhat signature dark smile hidden under her messy dangling hair gave her answer, as the Italian simply relished in the satisfaction of a damn good fight. And evidently one that had left a mark on Josey, as her foe somewhat stumbled in her stand.

Diana had too much in her. Too much moxie, too much strength, too much something. She moved, but it was all too late. Josey respected Diana's quiet strength, even respected it. She wasn't some little kawaii that Josey would just tear apart. As much as Josey liked sheer violence, she also liked a good fight, and this proved to be a hell of a fight. Her breath was heavy as she looked down at the Italian beauty. The Outlaw had earned herself a few bruises off of her and if she were another girl in another situation, she would tip her hat towards Diana.

But she wasn't. She was Josey, and she had always been Josey and she would always be Josey. "Fuck you." She said, as the referee dropped her arm. The crowd still wasn't quite sure how to react. They appreciated this bout, sure, as it was hard fought and hard won between two stunning women who knew their trade very well. But they didn't like a woman like Josey, whose capacity for violence was not matched by her moral standards. The Outlaw had half a mind to kick Diana one last time, but resisted the urge.

"See you round." She said as she exited the ring. The Outlaw had more than earned a hot shower and some relaxation time with a cold beer.

Still sat up somewhat, catching her brief, her vision starting to un-blur itself from having a cowgirl-amazon from her on her head, Diana would look up, with somewhat of a smirk on her face. Whether Josey would of admitted it or not, in Diana's mind, the fight could of gone either way, with Josey's win edging out through sheer greater experience. Even then, Diana still made the woman sweat.

Her smirk would widen briefly as her foe gave her 'friendly words' before dropping her arm, merely staring at the Italian. Partially preparing herself for a follow-up attack, partially praying it never came, Diana would soon find her tall foe simply opting to turn and leave, offering a goodbye of sorts as she did.

"Hey." Diana would roar at the blonde, hopefully warranting her attention and a turn of her head.

From there, Diana would smile, before extending her arm, middle finger protruding at the end of it.

Josey was busy schlepping her way up the entrance ramp. Getting that far was hard enough and moving required her total concentration. Diana broke the spell by shouting like she was in a barn or something and Josey turned around. She saw the obscene gesture and responded in kind. It wasn't a long moment as she felt no real need to linger but she was satisfied that both girls had gotten their respective messages across to one another. The Outlaw turned once more and stared in focus as she tried to make it all the way up.

Once she turned the corner into the staging area, she collapsed and let the medical team swarm all over her. As bad as it felt, she was feeling good.

Slowly pulling herself up, Diana herself would struggle to not fall aswell, using the ropes as a brace, free hand coming up to wipe a layer of sweat from her forehead. Looking up at the ramp, the woman she had just fought with so much passion had disappeared from view.

Dropping to her back, Dana would soon roll out under the bottom rope, hand holding her aching head, a slow pace for a battered woman.

WINNER: JOSEY WALES