Josey Wales vs. Odessa Brock

Josey breathed in. She recognized that something momentous was about to happen. Whenever she got hold of one of her opponent's limbs, she did not let go until she knew the other person was not going to struggle back any more. From what she had seen of Odessa thus far, she got the impression that the dark-skinned beauty knew what she was doing, and with her foot not entirely under her control, she knew the clock was ticking.

And she reckoned it just about struck midnight. The hard kick landed right on Odessa's shoulder. Her feelings of victory were woefully short lived, unfortunately, as Odessa twisted her boot under her arms. Josey could not sustain the shift, and soon found herself twisting to the ground under the torque that the Londoner generated. She had been in worse situations, and could fight on the ground, she reckoned.

But then Odessa did not make even going to the ground easy. With one of her toned, sexy legs, she lashed out, and struck Josey right in the thigh. The Outlaw cried out and clutched her thigh as she careened downwards towards the canvas. Finally, the cowigrl's fall stopped as she bounced off of the white expanse twice.

This was not ideal. Odessa still had her foot, and Josey's other leg was now seriously hurting. The blonde tried to pull away, but in the back of her head, she recognized it as a somewhat pointless task...

Odessa's hold on Josey's leg, which she maintained throughout the pain of being kicked, and stomped, holding on in spite of the fact that her ribs ached and seemed as though they were going to buckle inward and puncture her internal organs with just one more kick, did end up saving her. Her persistence paid off as her own kick, coupled with that hold on her foe's leg, managed to destabilize her blonde opponent, toppling Josey to the canvas beside her. Despite the throbbing pain in her tummy, Odessa managed a small smirk as she would sit up, boot still caught tightly by both of her hands, partially tucked under one of her armpits.

Josey tried to pull away, but Odessa did not intend to let that happen. She was going to use that leg to her full advantage. She would try to turn her own body around while still holding on tight to that leg, bending it at the knee, before aiming to tuck it over Josey's opposite leg! Setting up the figure four was a little more complex from an already-seated position, but if Odessa could swing her leg over Josey's to lock in the hold before falling back again, she figured that the minutiae of how the hold was formed would matter a lot less than the pain Josey would feel in it!

"Maybe you should have played nice!" Odessa would insist to her foe.

Josey felt it, every little movement. Even now, with her legs being bent out of shape, her head was on the mat and she was looking up to see how far the ropes were. Far. Farther than Egypt, it looked like, and Odessa was going through her task with great and terrifying speed. In short order, Odessa had secured a figure four leg lock on her with a few graceful and concerted movements, and Josey was in an awfully tight spot.

For one, her legs were exploding with pain. Josey's legs had gotten to the size of oak trunks from all of the work she had done over her life, and now they were being put through a whole new ringer. Odessa had her in a bind, and Josey was grunting with pain. Her nails dug into the mat, but she got nowhere. All she could dig up was more pain. Her breathing became sporadic as she tried her best to deal with this new hell.

And the taunt was worse. No, Josey was not nice. She was never going to be nice. That was never an option. Nor was tapping. Josey had weathered tornadoes before. She gritted her teeth, and tried to weather this one out too, hoping to outlast her dark skinned opponent. Given how much pain she was in now, that seemed to be a tall order, though...

Odessa was a versatile wrestler. Though her prim and proper countenance and her confident demeanor often had her opponents believing she would be a highly technical foe, that was not always the case. She enjoyed a wild brawl, a slugfest, smothering, catfighting, titfighting, and plenty more which were, it would seem, particularly unladylike. Still, there was something satisfying about the small ceremony it took to put together a hold like the figure four. Graceful movements of her leg and careful tucking and sliding, all while hoping her opponent could not find her way out of the hold before it was established.

Josey could not escape in time. Odessa had her. The British woman fell back, allowing herself a grin as she secured the leglock and began bending Josey's leg in a direction it was not supposed to go, just enough, hopefully, to make her scream.

The cowgirl shook and squirmed and clawed at the canvas, while Odessa would remain firm, staying in place. The only movement she made was to thrust her pelvis upward, bending Josey's leg a little bit more and thus increasing the pain. Odessa had her hands on Josey's boot now, and let her fingers slide along the leather. She figured she could inconvenience Josey a little more here, and she began to slide that boot off of Josey's foot, trying to strip it and any socks she might be wearing underneath off.

"Just so you aren't tempted to take any more of those cheap stomps with this..." Odessa would say as she tried to make short work of the "stripping" and toss that boot out of the ring!

As much as Josey liked to pretend that she did not have any feelings, she had a lot of them. And sure as all hell, the Outlaw was having a lot of them now: the first, and most overarching one was pain. Odessa cranked up the intensity of the already torturous hold and Josey grunted with pain. Her blonde hair flew from side to side as she thrashed her head from side to side, barely able to manage the immense pain that was running through her leg. The second emotion she felt was anger, at the dark-skinned beauty who was doing this to her. Josey hated getting what was coming to her, righteous as it usually was. And this felt worst of all, as the pain seemed to never cease.

And the last emotion she felt was shame. The cowgirl could do little about the fact that Odessa rid her of her boot and sock, and chucked it aside. That was a humiliation that Josey could not tolerate, made worse by the fact that Odessa was taunting her over it. Sure, her stomps would be far less effective now, but Josey could not accept losing anything in the ring, even if it was something like a boot.

So Josey tapped into her pain, her anger, and her shame, and got moving. Remembering something she had seen on TV once, Josey rocked left. It made the hold hurt a little bit more in the short term, but it gave her a little bit more momentum when rolling back to the left. The cowgirl tried to use her momentum to flip the duo over, and put the boot on the other foot. The figure four hold which Odessa had so skillfully applied to her would be hurting the Brit herself.

Odessa made sure the figure four leglock was locked in nice and tight, as tight as she could make it, so that Josey could feel just how much power, how much muscle, she was going up against. Josey responded beautifully, thrashing her head from side to side, snapping her teeth like a wild animal, giving Odessa some satisfying primal grunts of pain and frustration. The cowgirl knew she was in a bad spot here, but she had to suffer through it, and she did not soldier on with a brave face. Clearly, that was not her style. Not that Odessa would have expected stoicism from this foe.

Odessa briefly pondered removing the second boot, and decided against it. It would have taken some contorting in order to slide it off Josey's other foot, and, as it was, while the cowgirl could still use it as a weapon, she would have to fight off-balance, with one booted foot and one bare one. Odessa liked that notion.

But she did not like what Josey did next. The cowgirl rocked left, then rocked back the other way, forcing them to roll over and suddenly putting the pain on the other foot! Odessa's legs, now, were the ones which were stressed in the hold, and she was not exactly happy about it. She clenched her teeth, and tightened a fist, trying to prop herself up by her elbows as she felt the pain throbbing in her lower limb.

Josey wiggled her toes. Sure, it was not ideal to have lost her boot in such as fashion, and the hot air of the arena did not feel as pleasant as the Texas mud, but it felt nice to wiggle her toes a little bit. Especially because it meant that Odessa was in a bind. This was not typical of Josey. She solved all of her problems, in the ring and outside of it, by her fists and her fists alone, and this felt dirty. First of all, due to the trickery, and secondly, it was a submission.

The Outlaw bent Odessa's leg as hard as she possibly could. Then she let go. This was Odessa's way, the way of high fallooting prisses who drank martinis and did cardio on purpose. She tucked and rolled to try and gain some distance from her opponent, and got up. Perhaps it was a tactical mistake to release a hold, but Josey knew that Odessa could turn it around on her just as easily as the cowgirl had gotten one over the dark-skinned girl.

She wheeled around, her blonde hair whipping around as she did so. As she stood, she leaned, a natural consequence of her boot being ripped from her. Part of wondered if it would hurt more if she kicked with that leg. The thought of it made her enthusiastic for the prospect of the violence starting anew.

Odessa started trying to pull herself up and get herself in a position to resist the hold, hopefully by either rolling them over again and reestablishing her own hold or by managing to just bully her way out of it. For a moment or two, she even considered tickling Josey's now-bare toes, to try to humiliate the cowgirl and escape at the same time.

Before Odessa could do any of that, Josey let her go. The American woman did not try to follow up her reversal, either, but instead retreated, tumbling away from Odessa to the other side of the ring. Odessa would follow her foe's lead, rolling over towards the corner opposite from the one Josey was now occupying and hopping up onto her feet. She dusted herself off, taking a couple deep breaths and shaking out her legs. She was fairly certain Josey was in worse shape after that exchange, but not being able to end it on her own terms frustrated the ebony beauty.

She straightened up and gave Josey a smile, putting her arms up, hands out and ready to defend herself if Josey came at her too quickly, and headed for the center of the ring. "Ready for another round, darling?"

Josey tried to dig her heel in to find that the mat underneath her foot was wet with sweat. At least, she could only hope it was sweat. Pivoting and turning on that foot would be hard, so she would have to rely on the same thing that she always relied on. Brawling. Running forward. Going through her opponent like she was absolutely nothing, and then ripping her a new one. Josey glowered at her opponent. This humiliation would be more than paid for, in Odessa's blood.

"Always." Josey charged forward, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she broke out into a full sprint. Her legs pumped and her eyes burned with malice. Odessa was coming, just not as fast. Good. This poor woman had no idea what was about to hit her.

Josey leaped into the air, and sent both legs out for a missile dropkick. All of her taut muscles made her pretty heavy, and in the quick run-up, she had gotten a little speed going. This all or nothing attack was coming quickly and furiously. Time to see what Odessa could do about it.

Odessa moved forward, arms up, ready to defend herself, since she knew Josey was likely to come at her with something big, flashy, and fast. The cowgirl didn't disappoint, as she came flying in, moving quickly even with the inherently unbalanced nature of her footwear right now. Odessa was not expecting her to use her feet again so soon, but maybe it made sense to get them up in the air where the lack of a right boot wouldn't hamper her movement.

Hard to hamper movement with anything when a woman was flying through the air at a speed like that.

Odessa brought her hands up in front of her face and absorbed the impact of the dropkick, though even without it actually hitting Josey's target, all of the force of the kick still carried into Odessa, sending the British woman careening back through a backwards somersault and landing awkwardly on her butt near the ropes. Odessa grunted and shook her head after the hard fall, getting up quickly onto her knees. That could have been worse, and it might still be. As she tried to get up onto her feet, she wanted to beat Josey to it. Otherwise she had a feeling the blonde might not be done.