Tombstone Match: Josey Wales vs. Valrie Constance

Josey was a tough girl. It was written on her battle scars, in her demeanor, around her taut muscles. She ached to get up, to fight, to tear this zombie woman down from her supposedly exalted status but she could not. Her toughness did her no favors here and now as she lay on the unforgiving concrete. The pounding pain in her head forced her to stay down, despite her, despite everything. But then Josey was up. It happened so fast, like a dream or something. Maybe she had gotten up under her own power and could finish the fight against this bitch. Then everything shifted, and the bright lights of the arena ceiling were before her eyes.

The Outlaw had been around the block enough to know that wasn't a good sign. Her prediction proved perspicacious as she was brutally slammed into one of the tombstones. The wood splintered into a thousand and one pieces all down Josey back and she yelped in pain. The harsh wood impaled her, and the concrete floor once again served as the bane of her existence. This time, there was no holding her head, no fretting. The cowgirl lay in a crumpled heap above the remains of a tombstone, and she prayed it did not have her name on it.

Valrie had managed to get her arms around her opponent before lifting her up to her feet.  She then pulled her up into the air before falling back and hitting her opponent into another wooden tombstone.  It felt so good to take control of the fight again.  She would take a moment to get up and look at her opponent.  “Oh, did that fucking hurt?  You poor baby!” stated the Canadian like zombie as she taunted Josey.

As much as she was enjoying this match, it was best if she ended it now.  She would now attempt to grab her American counterpart arm and leg.  If she could she would then attempt to start dragging her towards the tombstone that had her name on it.  “Don't worry you fucking bitch, this match will soon be over.” stated Valrie as she would then let go once she had gotten her opponent to the desired location.

Josey would much rather just lay on the ground, thank you very much. The ground wasn't soft or anything, but it provided some solace from her aching, well, everything at this point. Even though splinters rocked her back, she knew it was the safest, most comfortable place to be. As it turned out, Valrie had precious little interest in her safety or comfort and Josey was forced to her feet.

The decimated grave did not have her name on it. She would have known as the bell would have rung. Logically it followed that the match was still on and logically it followed that Valrie was going to do her damnedest to rectify that particular situation. Josey stopped moving her feet and threw a punch to the zombie woman's gut to try and rid herself of this overbearing Canadian.

Valrie was now bringing her opponent closer to her tombstone. She was planning on ending this match soon. Yet just as she got close to the tombstone that had Josey name, she would suddenly be hit in the gut. “Gahh!” yelled the Canadian rock star as she held her stomach as she doubled down. She would curse under her breath. She was so closing to winning this match but her opponent was just refusing to stay down. In fact, she could consider her just like a zombie, someone who didn't stay down. Well, Valrie had spent a long time studying zombie as she fancied herself as one. And she knew the best way to take down a zombie was with a shot to the head. If her opponent didn't press her advantage, the Canadian would attempt to hit her with a headbutt.

Josey was haggard, pained and tired, but she was not beaten, not yet. Her hard punch met Valrie's supple flesh to immediate and great effect. Josey was now free from Valrie's rough hands and couldn't be happier as a result. Well, maybe she would be a little bit happier if she had kicked the tar out of the zombie and had a cold beer in her hands, but that was for later. For right now, she was very much concerned with Valrie's riposte. The Canadian woman reared her head back and Josey knew what was coming next. The girl must have had a very very hard head if she thought that a fight with Josey was a good way to spend a Saturday night, so Josey did her utmost to avoid the blow.

She took a step back to let the headbutt swing through the air and hit nothing. Josey would then attempt to use a little bit of Valrie's momentum to force her head down, and hopefully tuck her head in about where her armpit was. Then she could grab Valrie's waist and haul her up into the air for a quick vertical suplex, right onto the concrete floor of the arena!

Valrie attempted to make a comeback by performing a headbutt. She pulled back her head before trying to smash it straight into her opponent. Yet to her surprise she hit nothing but air as her opponent step back. Before she knew it her head was then placed underneath her armpit. Crap, her plan had backfired in a terrible fashion. The Canadian wrestler would panic and attempt to push out of the hold but she was unsuccessful.

Before she knew it, she was then lifted up causing her eyes to widen. Yet just as quickly as she was lifted up, she would be brought back down to the ground and had her back slam the unpadded floor. “GAHHH!” yelled Valrie as she arched her back in pain. She would then roll to her side and hold her back while quickly inhaling and exhaling. She needed to do something or else she would lose this match.

Finally, Josey had something going her way. She felt like she had spent half of this damn match being led all up and down by Valrie and now she had come to something that was going in her favor. The cowgirl felt like she had hit paydirt when she felt Valrie's muscled and awesome body crash to the floor. The crowd gave their loud ooh's as they saw what fate befell Valrie. It wasn't a particularly good one, and Josey stood up a lot faster than Valrie might have.

It worked a charm. The move had come off perfectly even though Josey had felt a tremor or two of resistance before she brought the woman up and down. The Outlaw advanced on the girl laying before her and seized her by her hair. She then attempted to send the zombie woman into the metal barricade in a nasty Irish whip!

Being lifted up and slammed to the hard gone had taken a lot out of Valrie.  This fight had been going on for a long time, something that she wasn't used to.  Right now she just wanted to rest a bit and get her strength back.  Yet she would be offered no such chance as she felt her hair being pulled, forcing her back to her feet.  She would then be Irish whip towards the barricades, at the last second, she would turn around so that her back took the hit instead of her stomach.  “AHHH!” yelled the rock star as she would then hold onto the barricades for support while breathing heavily.

Valrie was not in good shape. The Outlaw would have smirked in other circumstances, seeing her opponents plight. But she didn't. No cockamamie grin adorned her face, no shred of joy showed in her actions. The cowgirl was implacable as she advanced on her opponent. She did not move in haste nor did she dally. The pace she maintained as she walked towards the zombie was brisk, almost business like. That was exactly what she was doing. Taking care of her bloody business.

Her opponent was wise enough to not take the barricade facefirst, and Josey sought to congratulate her for the decision by grabbing that lovely hair of hers and slamming the back of her head into the barricade a few times. The pain from that would surely be brutal, if Valrie managed to stay awake for the duration of the attempt.

Things were looking bad for Valrie as she tried to get some oxygen in her lungs.  Yet just as she took her first breath in she would feel her hair being pulled before her head was slammed into the barricades.  “GAH!” yelled as her head hit the barricade for the first time.  “Guh...” groaned the Canadian rock star as her head hit the barricade once again.  When she was hit a third time she wouldn't make any noise or anything as she had been knocked out cold.  A trickle of blood would now be flowing down from her head and towards her face as she went limp.