Tokyo is beautiful in the spring...

This was not her first barfight and it almost certainly would not be her last. One of the first things people did was call the police. Then they stared in shock. Then they cleared out, fearing for their own safety. It looked like the other patrons of the bar were still on phase two but Josey had little doubt that they would quickly shift into phase three. The punch that Cecilia had just been belted with was enough to get people clamoring towards the door but they were not quite fully aware of the situation yet.

Josey was. The Outlaw had gotten her moniker for a reason. More than Texas, more than the ring, this was her home. This awful, shitty bar was the exact same as a thousand others where Josey made a name for herself. Stealing, drinking, fighting: nothing was beyond her. Especially not now. Especially not against a woman like Cecilia.

The cowgirl was ready now. Josey saw the punch coming. Her body was big and stocky, but she could move it in a hurry if she had to. With a punch from a titaness like Cecilia on the way, the time was ripe for a deft dodge to the left. Josey was grinning like a fox as she thought up a counter to the blow only to get clocked in the head by a kick.

The Outlaw went down. She hadn't seen the kick coming and was punished for her oversight. Josey was down but not out. She lashed out with her legs, trying to get Cecilia down in the dumps with her with a low sweep.

Whatever the masses in the bar was thinking, they clearly weren't in the right state of mind....still caught up in the awe of watching these two beauties duking it out in the middle of the bar....though perhaps they wanted to see it ? It was basically a free AFW match for them to watch...sort of.

No matter, the crowd was of no importance as the only two people who mattered in the bar right now was Cecilia and Josey and how they would fight it out and who would come out on top between the two. There had been tension between them ever since Josey had shown her face at the end of one of Cecilia's matches and it didn't seem as if that tension was going to vanish anytime soon.

Cecilia's punch might have missed but her kick hit straight home, the heavy impact was enough to take down the fellow blond. There were even a handful of people in the bar that resorted to groan because of the heavy impact. Though Soon after the kick as Cecilia was about to reach down for a few locks of that golden hair of the cowgirl she felt the legs of Josey sweep out her own and force the Swede to fall down onto her rear, " Tch..."

Southern girls are known for their charm. For most people, that means being able to act all girly and never emasculate any men, never be ambitious, never get dirty. Josey hated all of that crap. The Outlaw understood what it really meant, which is saying the most passive aggressive shit you possibly could to your most vile enemies. Josey hated that just as much. No, Josey was far more straightforward than that. If she had a problem with someone, they were aware of that, the means of their understanding usually rendered stark by Josey's fist flying at their face.

The situation, at the moment, did not allow Josey to get Cecilia right in the face with a punch, but now she was done on the floor with her at least. Josey had time, but little space, and would try to use that to her advantage. The kick had brought her low, but not for good, and she half crawled to the nearest bar stool.

If she were in a match at AFW, she would use it to haul herself up and get herself fighting upright. But this wasn't AFW. There were no rules here. She quickly pivoted and sought to bring it down on the Northern Queen, wherever it would land. And if it landed, it would land hard.

Cecilia was not really the kind of girl to play a lady....since she was young she had always been a bit of a tomboy and while she kind of grew out of that to some parts...she still had a lot of it left. She was the kind of chick who didn't take shit from anyone, who liked to fight and would keep fighting until she just couldn't anymore. It was a rather simple way of seeing things if one were to be honest though Cecilia didn't mind that.

At the moment though she was down on her rear and was about to try and get up, but as she did that barstool came flying down onto her, crashing into her chest and forcing out a good deal of air from the blond beauty's lungs. " Guuh!" She cried out as she was smacked down onto her back and coughed out. It wasn't long before she'd start to try and roll over to her front and begin to push herself upwards though, not wanting to give Josey the chance to keep up her assault.

The bar stool was obviously quite well made. It didn't even shatter against Cecilia's hard body after Josey brought it down on her. Josey scooched back and stood up, trying to effectively go back to square one. Her fists were curled tightly enough to make a diamond from coal. Her red eyes burned with the self-same intensity. The alcohol she had pounded down was just enough to dull the pain a little but nowhere near enough to get rid of the pain completely. The entire side of her head was still lighting up like a switchboard of pain and made her a bit woozy.

A little bit of wooziness against a woman like Cecilia could prove fatal, and the Outlaw doubled her focus. She had beaten Cecilia before and she had little doubt she could beat her again. Her fists became level with her shoulders. A girl with more wrestling acumen would surely not take a stance so obviously intended for brawling, but Josey didn't care what they thought.

She didn't care what anybody thought. She charged forward and tried to swing in a hard right hook, past any defenses Cecilia might have put up.

Cecilia took a moment or two to gather herself after having that hard barstool throw right at her, which made the blond beauty cough out a bit.. Shaking her head she'd slowly start to move upwards to her feet with the help of the bar counter, she let out a few groans and curses under her breath as she'd finally push herself up into a stand, before she'd see Josey come at her and attempt to throw that right hook.

The Swede would attempt to quickly dodge under the Texan's blow and move in towards her. Trying to quickly grab two handful of Josey's hair before attempting to whip her head downwards towards the bar counter with all her might as she'd basically attempt to smack Josey's forehead into the hard object!

The Outlaw had overextended. Her punches could blow a hole in a castle wall, but when she missed she was in an awful position. Professionals could bring themselves back in and make themselves ready for the next blow coming in, but Josey lived in the moment. Beyond the end of her punch was oblivion and Josey winced. There wasn't any pain, not yet, but she was caught off by Cecilia who would assuredly use her advantage to its fullest extent.

Then it happened. Like night follows day Cecilia was on top of her, grabbing her luscious blonde locks and using that fulcrum to slam her head into the bar once, twice. Josey reeled backwards a few steps, now truly well and woozy but still standing and still filled with phlegm and hatred. She grabbed a beer bottle off the bar and flung it at Cecilia, not quite as strong as she would have liked due to the wooziness.

Cecilia's attack seemed to have worked perfectly and now it was she who had sent Josey stumbling. She just had to keep this up and she would be able to smack down the Texan and show her that she wasn't supposed to keep that smug expression on her face whenever they saw each other. The Blond beauty watched as the fellow blond beauty stumbled and wobble backwards a few steps...and then saw that bottle fly towards her...

The Swede quickly ducked to the side with her head so the bottle sailed right past her skull towards the bar...crashing into a good deal of bottles and making a loud crashing noise as those bottles were knocked off the shelf and fell down onto the floor.

Cecilia wouldn't let this moment pass her up though, quickly she'd try and run at Josey and attempt to bury her shoulder into Josey's gut, going for a spear! However, instead of trying to bring Josey down she'd attempt to lift the slightly taller blond upwards stumble forward a few steps towards the nearest table and then attempt to spinebuster Josey through that table!

The bottle she flung made a delightful little crashing sound when it landed. Unfortunately for the Outlaw, it did not land on Cecilia's head. Instead it shattered against the wall and the shard fell harmlessly onto the ground. She stood there, stupefied and fixated on the bottle and was thus completely unprepared for Cecilia's attack. The hard impact of Cecilia's shoulder into her gut ripped all of the air from her lungs and Josey was driven backwards and into the air. Even now, having done a match with her, having sumo wrestled her, having gotten to know her about as well as she had gotten to know anyone while she was in Tokyo, she was surprised by Cecilia's strength.

Josey did not need to turn her head to know where she would wind up. She was not even afforded the opportunity as Cecilia was moving too quick for her to even try. The cowgirl hit the table at full force and was sent through it. The splinters flew in a thousand directions as Josey's harsh impact sent torrents of pain throughout her body.

The floor proved equally unwelcoming. After such an assault from such an opponent there was not getting up quickly, and Josey lay on the floor of the bar, groaning.

Cecilia was not planning to hold anything back in this fight! After all she wanted to drive home a point into the skull of the Texan, wanting to teach her a lesson or two that she shouldn't underestimate the Swede! Cecilia was famous for a reason after all! The mighty Swede went in and drove Josey backwards before lifting her up and then slammed the lovely cowgirl down through a table, crumbling the wooden object as if it was nothing at all under their combined weight and the power of the spinebuster like slam.

Following the crash Cecilia would move up and attempt to straddle Josey's chest! Seating her rear down onto those large ground orbs as she'd try and place her knees down over the cowgirl's arms. Readying her arms as she'd flash a light grin towards the fellow blond the Swede would attempt to throw a hard blow right down onto Josey's face, following it up with another using her other hand....to then proceed to get a rhythm in and start to send blow after blow down like raindrops in a storm.