Ouka vs Josey

Ouka's momentum shot her shoulder off of the ground and managed to roll herself on to her stomach as she had a glazed look in her eyes, arm still outstretched and reaching out towards the ropes. But at this point, it wasn't the ropes she was reaching for. Just attempting to rise up placed a lot of strain on Ouka as she started to pull herself towards the ropes, they would help her get to her feet and find the time to support herself. Even though her body was wreck with pain, Ouka still had her mind set on winning. This was going to be tough to come back from.

Her glazed eyes soon managed to focus as she saw Josey digging her feet into the mat, she tried to do the same. Her feet wobbly but slowly became back underneath her control without the assistance of the ropes. Stumbling two steps away from the ropes, Ouka staggered but she did not fall and through one pained eye she brought up her dukes, smirking at Josey. "Ha....your best shot? I'm still standing."

Josey watched her opponent rise from the earth, slowly, painfully. Ouka had taken a considerable amount of damage, and had already proved her toughness. The cowgirl lowered her head. Not out of shame, but out of malice. Her red eyes glowed with an unearthly hatred, and her cruel lip curled with a snarl. Long blonde hair clung to her neck with sweat, but if she no longer had hair she would not have noticed. Ouka was on her mind, alongside the tremendous amount of violence that she reckoned that the she reckoned Ouka deserved.

She did not even hear what Ouka had to say. She was already storming her way across the ring with her head down still, like a raging bull. If there was any form to her movement, to her pattern of thought, it was gone now. Ouka was a wounded, stumbling calf that had strayed too far from the herd, and Josey reckoned she was just the ranch hand to put her down. She leveled a punch at her opponent, one that came with power, anger, and reckless abandon.

Ouka wasn't the poster girl of when it came to folding when it was most dire. In fact, she would be the poster girl of never giving up and holding her hand until the very end! Through one open eye, her green orb locked on to the red and fierce orbs of Josey who was glaring at her with looks that could kill as she lunged in again. Ouka attempted to defend herself but Josey's fist came crashing into her face again as she staggered backwards into the ropes.

If it wasn't for those, she would've fallen back to the mat and have a hell of a time getting back up. But with the spring, she would bounce back towards Josey and instincts took over as she swung for the fences with a heavy right, aimed for right at the cheek of Josey! Even if she hit, she would stumble forward and fought to keep on her feet. If she missed, it would be a hell of tumble to the mat.

Like a wild bull, Josey charged forward. Like a wild bull, she was put down. Maybe it was the fact that the world was streaking by her, or maybe the fact that she was not in a position to do anything different no matter what happened to her as she was mid charge. The blow caught her right in the side of the jaw, and Josey's momentum was turned aside. The Outlaw went careening down to the mat and ground to a halt a few moments later.

She felt like the wild rush of adrenaline and rage had all been for naught. Her jaw burned with an aching and dull pain, and her eyes were closed. Sweat rubbed off on the canvas as she placed her hands down. There may have been another time when she took a lick like that, but she could honestly not remember it now. Putting her hands face down on the mat was the closest she was going to get to standing up for the time being.

Stumbling forward, Ouka's fist crashed into the face of Josey as she dropped the Outlaw. She thought that she would've been fine now that she dispersed all of her momentum into Josey and that she would've been able to keep on her feet. She was wrong in that thinking as her body twisted with her punch, her legs unable to even hold the tattered remains of her momentum as she spin around and landed on her back next to Josey.

Panting out as she gripped her head with her left hand, she couldn't believe that in such a short span of time she was already like this. This blonde bitch wasn't making life easy for her, but at the same time she had to respect the amount of punishment that Josey could dish out as she pushed herself up to a seated position. Still with her hand on the back of her head and neck, she could help but let out a chuckle, whether it was because she had that much respect for Josey or the crash with the apron knocked a few screws loose, no one knew.

Not even Ouka herself.

"You're....one tough...bitch...anyone ever told you that?"

Josey growled. This fight was far from over. She had dished out her fair share of blows, and now it looked like Ouka was pining to do the shame. The punch to the jaw was not going to be enough, and everyone in the arena knew that. Josey pushed against the white canvas and got herself up. She wobbled for a second, and her vision was blurred. But she was stable, soon enough, looking at her opponent with burning rage once again.

"Yeah, tough and mean." Josey spat, and the white canvas turned a bit red. The blow to the jaw caused her to bleed, apparently. She was far from a southern belle, and had not the fuzziest idea on how to take a compliment. "I fought dudes weaker than you." And that was about the closest she got to saying anything nice in the ring.

With that, she was off again. She showed a little bit more caution this time in the build up, but far less caution in the blow. A powerful roundhouse punch flew forward, aimed to knock her opponent's head clean off.

Ouka laughed out as she heard Josey replied, it wasn't the kindest Ouka heard but it was sure as hell one of the funniest. "Hahaha! Right? Dudes....are lame." she let out as she rolled on to her knees along with Josey, still smiling at the blonde as she tried to make it back to her feet, rising back up with her opponent as they both stood on wobbly legs. Hands on her knees as she used her own power to rise up to her feet.

And now the two brawling beauties went back at it, ready to throw down again as Josey's fist came flying into Ouka. Stumbling back as she almost fell right back down to the mat had it not been for her right leg stepping back and planting into it as she leaned back, she was wondering if it was dumb luck or a miraculous intervention that kept her head on. Blood flew out of her mouth, her own teeth cutting her lip as she swung back. Fist tightened into a hard state, she came flying back with a punch of her own as caution was not even a factor in Ouka's counter attack, looking to smash back with as much force as she could gather!

Josey wanted to shake her head. It was not going to be that kind of match. It was never going to be that kind of match. Josey had a look of rage on her face as she approached her opponent. No, they were not going to be friends after this. No, the Outlaw was not going to smile. Yes, this was going to hurt. The cowgirl felt the force of the blow travel up her arm, and saw the aftermath of it in the reaction of her opponent. For a second, Josey felt like smiling, but she didn't.

Mostly because Ouka was coming right back at her, just as hard. A blow rammed into face, and Josey teetered on the edge of falling down. The pain going through her mouth was too much to ignore, even as she was swinging her arms wildly to balance herself. Finally, when she finally brought herself to a halt a few feet away, she turned to spit out blood. The Outlaw was very lucky in that there was no tooth in her spittle. She brought her dukes up, and sniffed. Her red eyes were still glowing with malice, but there was only so much left in the tank.

Ouka smashed her fist into Josey's face as she took a step forward, panting as she fought to keep her feet planted on the mat. Again she watched as Josey refused to fall even after the violent blow she fired at the cowgirl. While she staggered, she could feel her body becoming more stable somehow, most likely due to the adrenaline running through her body as she brought her hand up to wipe her lip. On her black glove she saw a red glop of blood from her lip, smiling to herself as she felt confidence swelling within her.

Watching Josey stumbling around but still on her feet, she continued looking back at those malice filled eyes with her green orbs that were filled with daring looks, as if pushing Josey to continue coming at her. "Come then. Let's throw down." she let out as she brought her fists up, looking like there was a second wind between the two of them. There was going to be no feeling out anymore. Both of them knew what the other could take. Now it was to see far they could go.

Taking a step in, Ouka attempted to swing down low to smash her fist into Josey's side!

Josey saw it coming. Ouka was bringing in a fist to her side, and the introduction was rather unpleasant. She crumpled for a second, and staggered to the side. She bit her tongue to not whimper in pain, and her eyes fluttered for a second. Then she was back to raging, wild Josey. Knowing full well there would be at least one bruise there and far more bruises to come, the cowgirl lurched forward, silently and menacingly, ready to get her licks back.

And then she came. With more gusto than anything else, she moved forward and sent a looping, slow, yet strong punch at Ouka's jaw. Her intent was written all over her face- she wanted nothing more than to end Ouka one way or another. There was no war cry, no oath. The Outlaw was a large woman, large and relentless like a hurricane.