Tokyo is beautiful in the spring...

Sumo wrestling could not have been much different from real wrestling, right? She had fought in barns, taverns and in fields before. So this had to be kinda similar to that. And the rules for that was hit your opponent until they stop hitting back. That must have been what the little man with the microphone was saying. Whack her until she quits. He was bloviating a little bit too much for that though and a hint of worry began to settle in. The Outlaw was eyeing Cecilia the whole time and doing her damnedest not to let her worry show. Cecilia was adjusting. Wasn't that terribly odd...

The gong heralded the beginning of the bout and the Outlaw advanced to meet Cecilia. She brought her hands up in a guard and thus did not stop the Northern Queen from getting her hooks in. Once she left the ground, she knew it would be open season, so Josey brought her body weight as low as possible to vitiate Cecilia's move. Then she tried to give Cecilia a few chest slaps despite the close proximity, just to get her to back the fuck off.

While Cecilia wasn't especially skilled at it the blond beauty was capable at the very least for a novice in terms of sumo wrestling. She had faced a sumo girl here in AFW once and well, she had watched a bit of matches afterwards to get an understanding why that shit had given her such a hard time.

Well now that she had at least some form of understanding about it the blond beauty went forward and took a hold of Josey, Which soon led to her starting to push her fellow blond backwards while lifting her off of her feet for a few seconds...soon though the cowgirl lowered her center of gravity and it became harder for Cecilia...not that it became impossible as she had a good grip on Josey and she at least had some idea what she was doing.

Josey soon started to send slaps towards her chest, something that caused Cecilia to grunt out in pain, though she pushed through and would use her body to press forward right up against Josey's, large breasts against large breasts as she tried to raise Josey upwards from the ring with the hold she had on the cowgirl's jeans as she attempted to put her weight forward and try to push Josey back and maybe out of the ring.

It was as if the cowgirl was drunk: there were two girls nearly on top of each other, violence, and she had very little idea as to what was happening around her. She was on the ground now which is where she always preferred to be but unfortunately she was losing ground very quickly. It did not take a genius to understand that it wasn't good to be pushed back and Josey gritted her teeth and did her best to turn the situation around.

But it was difficult. Cecilia not only had the momentum, literal and metaphorical, but she seemed to know what she was doing. Josey turned to see the edge of the ring was very very close now and the Outlaw guessed outside the ring was not a place that she should be. Her center of gravity was nice and low however, and Josey reckoned it was time to get in some pushing of her own.

She hunkered down and began to push back. Cecilia was a titan but Josey was too and when she repulsed Cecilia she did it with all of her strength. Soon the Northern Queen's progress slowed and then came to a halt.

The viking and the cowgirl continued their struggle but the longer they went on the longer it looked as if the Swede had more of an idea of what to do....Josey was so far holding out rather well. At least from the looks of it, after the push from the Swede the cowgirl managed to put a halt to her advance...leaving both of the blond beauties pressing up against each other in this tight pushing contest.

Cecilia already knew that Josey was powerful...more powerful than most girl's that the Swede fought, but that didn't matter. She wasn't stronger than she was! As such that didn't matter, now it was all just a game of skill and Cecilia knew exactly what to do to try and push Josey out from the ring.

Attempting to rock Josey from left to right and pull her into those directions as if she was swinging the lovely cowgirl in some kind of weird dance...swinging those hips of the mighty Texan to try and weaken her footing before trying to give a hard shoving tackle into the cowgirl to try and push her outwards and out of the ring itself!

Dancing was never really Josey's thing. She liked listening to music, sure, and playing music quite a lot, but she wasn't much of a dancer. Her body was far from lithe and her legs were far from agile, and the cowgirl rarely if ever had the inclination anyways. The macabre dance they did was befuddling to Josey and she was jerked this way and that, her longs legs swinging to and fro as she desperately tried to maintain even a semblance of balance.

One of her feet touched the ground outside of the ring. Josey didn't know meant she lost so she burst forwards, expending a great amount of energy trying to push Cecilia back. She didn't have a plan concerning what to do afterwards but she knew pushing this bitch back was a worthy enough goal in and of itself.

She gritted her teeth and pushed once again.

Cecilia herself didn't really noticed that Josey's foot touched the outside of the ring, but the referee of the event raised a flag up for the match to stop and called out some words, which made Cecilia weaken her efforts at pushing the slightly taller cowgirl back. Of course when she did that what she was met with was the full force of Josey Wales.

Who started to push against her forcing the Swede to stagger back a step or two, her grip on Josey's hips and waistline tightented as she grit her teeth, it was too late trying to find a way to stop the brute cowgirl....but she'd damn well send her down if that was what it took. Moving a leg in up between Josey's legs so her thigh pressed up against the base of Josey's frame the Swede would try and lift Josey upwards and then twist around to throw Josey down onto her back with a simple Uchi Mata, pretty standard Judo move.

There was a lot of hullabaloo going on and Josey didn't really understand it. The guy who announced the damned match was now shouting incessantly and Josey made a mental note to sock him in the jaw later. What the Outlaw understood to a great extent was violence and it looked like her unstoppable strength had finally won the day. The Northern Queen was finally on her heels, this time literally, although it was a little bit odd that she was pushing her leg between Josey's own.

What came next was a disaster. Cecilia put Josey on her back fairly roughly, but Josey knew that just because a dog was down didn't mean it was out. Her leg lashed upwards in a mighty upkick only to be caught by the judge who had rushed over. He was frantically waving yet still took the kick like a champ. The diminiutive Japanese man kept shaking his head and trying to wave Josey off, like the match was over or something. Didn't he know the rules?

"Huh?" Josey said stupidly.

After slamming Josey down for a definite victory and attempted to get that through the cowgirl's skull the blond beauty stepped but...which she did just in time to avoid getting kicks from the downed Josey. Though thankfully the ref had stepped in between them as well.

Cecilia would shake her head and let out a sigh as the cowgirl looked on at the ref and let out noises and words that just mad her seem kind of ignorant. " Oi cowgirl. You lost. Technically twice, but whatever. " Cecilia let out as she'd place her hands one her hips and look on at the cowgirl. " if even one of your feet leaves the ring you lose, if you go down off of your feet you lose and so on. You lost twice here hun, it's double over." Cecilia said as she'd then turn to the ref and explain that she simply didn't understand the rule and give a light apology for the cowgirl's actions.

Josey shot up like a firework at a party on the Fourth of July, and was burning nearly as hotly. The bullshit rules said she had lost and Josey had a hard time accepting any loss, let alone one to a woman as odious to her as Cecilia. She began giving the little referee guy an earful. "Those rules are a load of horseshit and you know that!" The Outlaw's voice boomed and soon the whole festival was looking her way. "Fuck this stupid ass game! There is a reason no one plays this game outside of this shitty island!" Josey stomped and gestured wildly as she gave her spiel. "Fuck you!" She turned and wheedled off.

All of her progress, all the things she had done, slamming Cecilia in a casket suddenly wasn't so important anymore. Apparently she had not lost once but twice in that dumbass game and was storming towards the nearest bar. After all of that claptrap Josey needed something ice cold to take her mind off things. Well, lots of ice cold things.

Cecilia would shake her head as she saw Josey start to shout out like that at the ref, she felt kind of bad for the poor guy but soon as Josey stormed off she'd walk up and give him a pat on the shoulder, tell him he was doing a good job and thank him for being the official of the match.

Following after Josey the Swede would run after to catch up with her and give a hard pat to her shoulder. " Wow, you went off the rails there. Sad about loosing so bad ?" Cecilia teased as she'd step up next to Josey can keep pace with the slightly taller girl as they reached a nice little booze stand.