Tombstone Match: Josey Wales vs. Valrie Constance

The more Josey moved away from straight brawling, the more closely Josey held that particular move. It showed off her strength and hurt a lot. But most of all it was nice and humiliating with a great personal flair. The Outlaw rose up and looked out at the crowd. None of them particularly enjoyed watching that, and Josey flipped them off. This wasn't about them, and it had never been about them. More and more, she was feeling personal animosity towards the woman who was struggling in pain. She flipped her off too, as if she could see it.

The cowgirl had spent a while in the gym, trying to learn new moves. There weren't a whole lot of submissions executed in the bars across Texas, and that side of wrestling was completely novel to her. It was, however, a side that she had taken to like a snake to the grass and Josey flopped down right on Valrie's back and tried to wrench her arms into a double chicken wing. Then she would flip forward, applying a massive amount of pressure on Valrie's shoulders, for a Cattle Mutilation!

Valrie was still holding her crotch with her eyes closed, still suffering from the brutal atomic drop and as of a result, she didn't see the finger that was given to her. Her hands were attempting to smooth out the pain in her delicate area but they were soon taken away from her as she was placed in a cattle mutilation. The zombie-like rock star would scream out in pain as she felt the pressure being applied on her shoulders.

She would now kick around with her feet trying desperately to escape out of the hold before finally taking a moment to think about the situation she as in. She would stop kicking and instead focus her legs in order to arch herself to reduce the amount of pressure being applied on her back and weakening the hold.

For the most part, Josey didn't like submissions. They could wear a girl down over time, sure, and they were eminently useful in a long match. But the Outlaw didn't like long matches. She liked beating the tar out of her opponents in brutal fashion, and that meant brawling and a lot of throws. As happy as she was that she had gotten this particular submission in, her joy quickly faded into sadness. Valrie was arching her back, vitiating the pain the move caused and sapping Josey's enjoyment greatly.

So the cowgirl let go. You don't throw good money after bad money, and you don't hold on to a submission for too long. She released the hold and sprang up and gave herself some distance from the rockstar. There was a reprisal coming and Josey reckoned she ought to be ready for it.

"Come on, gurlie. Tell me you ain't done yet." Perhaps one of the reasons she would be ready for it was because she had instigated it. She crouched into her wrestling stance and did herself to prepare for the onslaught.

Valrie had now managed to arch her back, now mitigating the pain she was in from the submission hold that was being applied by Josey. Though the zombie-like rockstar was still in a bad position as she didn't really have a way to get to the ropes but at least it was a better position than before. Now all she had to do was figure a way out. Yet suddenly to her surprise, she would be released.

She heard her opponent mocking her, telling her to get up as she wasn't done with her. Valrie really wanted to go at her again but she was still suffering the effects of the brutal attacks from before. In addition, if she came at her opponent, she would be playing by Josey rules. Instead, she decided to attempt to roll and get out of the ring again. If her opponent followed her then they would be fighting in Valrie turf and if her opponent didn't follow her, it would give her more time to heal. Either way, it seemed like a win-win tactic, all she had to do was get out of the ring.

There was something to say for all types under the sun. Speaking as an awfully violent girl, Josey had her own sense of honor. She was accountable for what she said, she bought a round when it was her turn, and she never showed her backside to an enemy. If the Outlaw drew a target on you, that was it. She wasn't going to stop until someone was out of the picture. When Valrie rolled out of the ring, the already angry cowgirl found a deeper well of hatred. She bared her teeth and walked to the edge of the ropes.

"You yellow chickenshit!" She hollered. "You coward!" She leapt over the ropes in one bound and then attempted to fly off of it in the next. She extended both of her legs forward towards Valrie and tried to really make it hurt.

Valrie had managed to roll out of the ring and was now on the ground. It seemed the audience and Josey were both mad at her. Both of them were now throwing insults at her. That being said the Canadian rock star never gave a rat ass about such things. She was her own lady who didn't care what other people thought of her. It was always easier to judge someone than to actually do it yourself.

She then saw her opponent leap over the ropes and attempt to kick her but Valrie would quickly step to the side, letting her opponent fall to the ground. If she could, she would then quickly move towards her opponent and attempt to kick her right in the head to make sure that she would stay down for a bit.

The anger that coursed through Josey felt righteous. The Outlaw only felt righteous on very rare occasions and this was one of them. To give a lethal blow to a coward was something all the badass cowboys in the old westerns she so admired did. One day in the future maybe they would make a western about her and this flying kick would be on the poster. Josey stared at Valrie with the intensity of a burning sun as she flew through the air.

And she stared as the zombie stepped out of the way. Her eyes went wide and she barely got a curse out as she slammed into the ground. The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and this plan was particularly bad. Josey hardly had a second to bemoan her fate when she got a kick to the head. It was all but assured that the Outlaw would stay down, but the kick really cemented it.

Valrie had seen her opponent coming towards her from the air, trying to knock her down but the Canadian rock star managed to get out of the way.  A smile would appear on her face as she saw her opponent on the ground as she then kicked her right in the head to make sure that Josey would stay down on the ground. It felt so good to get some revenge on her cocky opponent.

The Canadian Zombie like rockstar would then attempt to pull on Josey's hair with one hand and her pants with another, trying to get her back up to her feet for a bit.  “What happened to all that fucking confidence of yours?  Guess your all fucking bark and no bite.” stated Valrie as she would then attempt to charge forward with her opponent in tow before attempting to send her American counterpart right into the guard railing head first.

Hair pulls. Josey fucking hated hair pulling. The Outlaw always called herself a brawler, and this sort of shit should have been relegated to stupid bitchy catfights in the kawaii league. Josey was a fighter dammit, and fighters were girls with dignity who didn't get their hair pulled like a second grader. But her she was, not only having her wonderful blonde locks being yanked on, but being outright dragged by them. A river of imprecations flew from her mouth as Josey was bounced along.

Then things got worse. The cowgirl was led like a cow to slaughter and paid the price for it with her noggin. The sound of her skull clanging against the metal bounced around the arena and Josey whimpered as she slumped to the ground. Her head was ringing like a church bell and she instinctively grabbed it. She knew she was going to be hugging the concrete for a hot second.

Sending her opponent head first in the guard railing was the type of attack Valrie would normally use in a fight to take out her opponents. Usually, Valrie would walk away from a fight at this point, feeling it would be enough to have her crown the winner but this was a wrestling match with a specific condition, so she still needed to beat down her opponent more.

Watching as her opponent held her head, the Canadian rock star would give a smirk before taking a look around. She wanted to bash her opponent head in more but it seemed that Josey was now covering it, making such blows not as useful. Thus, she opted for another option. She would place her arms around her opponent before trying to lift her up, setting her up for a German suplex. Yet Valrie would make sure there was a tombstone behind them, so that when she lifted her opponent up and dropped her behind, instead of hitting the ground she would hit the tombstone in a brutal fashion.