Tokyo is beautiful in the spring...

Josey thought that this is where she would turn it around. She had won the real bout so it logically followed that she could win this little brawl as well. That did not seem to be the case however and her postulate was confirmed with a stomp to the head. The already woozy Outlaw neared the point of blacking out. She lay on the ground, moaning in pain, when much to her chagrin a chair came from out of nothing and slammed into her chest.

The cowgirl's limbs shot up and then fell back down to the floor again. She wasn't bleeding yet which she supposed was a good sign, and in circumstances like this you had to take what you could get. Her arms and legs spread out and soon she was spread eagle.

Smacking down that chair right into Josey's chest certainly proved to do a lot of damage to the girl as her arms and legs seemed to go a bit limp after the blow...as long as she could keep at the fellow blond like this she was going to have a serious chance at kicking her ass all over this bar.

Throwing the chair away the Swede would attempt to lean down and grab a hold of the Texan's head, pulling her upwards to a seated position...all before the mighty Swede would attempt to use all her force to launch her right back down towards the floor, attempting to smack the back of her head down with as much might as she could muster right down onto that hard floor!

If Josey were hardly clinging to consciousness before, she was in the middle of the Atlantic with a single board now. Her eyes had to be forced open lest she let the inky blackness of a knockout set in. But she realized who did all these things, including that last brutal slam, and would not abide a woman like Cecilia getting one over on her. The blackness that beckoned her became transformed into a black rage. Josey slowly got up, because she had to get up.

Police sirens started wailing. An already awful situation just became considerably worse. The Outlaw tried to get up at a quicker rate now, her body straining under the pressure she was putting on it. Josey could not quite tell how far away the fuzz were, but she knew there was no point in sticking around to find out.

Josey went for a low sweep of Cecilia. It would hopefully put Cecilia on her backside. From there she could form a plan as to how to get out of Dodge.

Smacking Josey's down again, this time smacking her skull down hard against the floor was just what she needed. The Swede half expected that to knock the cowgirl out of this little brawl of theirs as she stepped back a step and would place her hands on her hips.

The sirens of the police cars could be heard quite clearly and the blond would tilt her head towards the door, just waiting for the cops to come and take her in. There was no point in fighting it after all. However, as she tilted her head and waited for the cops by the door, Josey's legs snapped against her own and swept her footing out form under her. The blond beauty crashed down onto her ear, only managing to catch herself with her hands against the floor to keep herself from falling completely down onto her back.

That was it. That is what she needed to ensure her getaway was clean. She had taken the brunt of the damage in this little brawl, but that didn't matter a lick if Cecilia was the one thrown in jail. "Catch you later." She sneered down at Cecilia before she launched herself towards the bar. In one hurdle she leaped over it and grabbed her hat. She turned around briefly to look at Cecilia before disappearing back into the kitchen. The fight wasn't over yet, and the Outlaw was very well aware of that.

But getting caught meant being arrested. Which meant that she might have to return to the US to stand trial for the things she had done. Her day of reckoning had not come yet and she still had things to do in Japan, like tear Cecilia limb from limb. The cook looked terribly worried but Josey didn't pay him any mind as she bolted towards the door.

She reached it and burst into the bustling Tokyo night. It was time to lay low for a little bit, then she could make another pass at Cecilia. And when she came this time, she was going to come with an unstoppable force.

Cecilia's eyes widened as Josey moved up and started to run off...the Swede scoffed in anger and would shout out at the woman loudly. " Coward!" As she herself also attempted to pull herself up towards her feet, she shook her head as right after Josey slipped out into the kitchen a slew of cops started to pile into the bar.

The Swede let out a loud "Tch!..." in annoyance as the cops started to run up towards her, she moved her hands up behind the back of her head and co-operated with them, allowing them to cuff her and take her in. When she got free of this though...she was defiantly gonna come for Josey and make sure the cowgirl paid for being a craven bastard.