Wildest of the West: Julia Rogers vs Cassidy Kidd

Julia continued to yell out into Cassidy’s palm while she was dragged along the mat by her palmed face and pushed back against the canvas. When the outlaw’s hand moved off her face Julia began letting out quick, panting breaths, immediately taking advantage of the chance to get back some of the wind that had just been slammed out of her. Cassidy only gave her a fleeting moment, however, before grabbing onto her and dragging her about once again.

“AGH! Let go of me!” she hissed while gripping at her foe’s wrist, and kicking along the mat a few times. Chances were her efforts wouldn’t have any realistic chance of freeing her from Cassidy’s clutches, but that didn’t mean she’d take whatever abuse the outlaw wanted to dish out without a fight. Meanwhile the ref was doing her job and chastising Cassidy for the hair pulling, though Julia noticed she didn’t seem too interested in intervening directly. Not that she could blame her too much. Most women in her position would also likely opt to keep their teeth in place rather than try to get physical with a woman like Cassidy for the sake of upholding the rules.

Suddenly Julia was thrown into the corner with the same casual force Julia used to throw her gym bag aside whenever she got home from a workout. “Ugh!” she grunted out when she crashed back first into the turnbuckles, arms flopping over the ropes at her sides. A couple blinks later, and the blonde was getting a faceful of Cassidy’s boot as it roughly scraped right cross her masked face a few times. She still wasn’t about to kiss the outlaw’s boots, but it seemed her foe was a bit more spot on with that comment earlier than Julia thought. And it only got worse when Cassidy then planted the arch of her sole right onto the luchadora’s throat and drove down. Grimacing as her hands came up to the boot in an effort to push it away, her legs began to thrash about, and she even tried kicking out a couple times at the knee of Cassidy’s planted leg, though she didn’t know how much good that would do. Fortunately the ref was there to enforce the rules, even if again, maybe not as quickly or forcefully as Julia would prefer.

“Hey, off the neck! One! Two! Three! Four!...”

After the first face wash with her boot heel, the subsequent ones only got more vicious as if Cassidy could smell blood in the air like a ravenous wolf. If she could rip the masked cowgirl's face clean off with each firm thrust of her leg, she likely would have for no reason other than the sheer shock value of maiming another woman in the ring in front of the uproarious crowd already jeering her actions.

She made sure to turn her heel, nestling the sole of her boot just right to nestle it under the other woman's chin before really pulling on the pressure. Taking hold of the ropes, she fully extended her leg, dipping down as she pulled herself into Julia to choke the other woman with a reckless disregard for her well being. When Julia's grasped at her boot, it got a laugh out of her, prompting her to twist the heel of her boot into the woman's throat even harder.

"Piss off." She shrugged the referee off as a hand was placed on her shoulder, shooting back a glare that had the official taking a careful step back before defiantly starting a count. The urge to break off Julia was incredibly strong to just slug the referee but when the blond kicked her in the leg, buckling her knee, her animosity for the luchadora returned in full.

The outlaw growled, only managing to keep up her assault due to holding herself upright by the ropes despite Julia's best efforts to topple her. When she managed to get her footing enough to stand again, she had to pull back or risk disqualification.

She did so, arms raised in a show of good faith, taking a single wobbly step to right her balance from the damage Julia had done to the leg she left planted. The referee moved in, hovering nearby Julia to make sure she was alright and able to continue. With the official no longer watching her, she charged forward, shouldering past the referee with a head of steam, leg raised up in an attempt to big boot Julia while she was still in the corner, throwing all her weight and forward momentum into it.

The choke was already bad enough to deal with as it was, but then Cassidy extended her leg and leaned her body into it, maximizing the effect. Julia’s body arched back, the outlaw’s foot pushing on her throat so forcefully it drove her upper body back to practically lay on top of the bottom turnbuckle! The world was starting to spin by the time Cassidy’s boot finally left her.

Julia wasn’t sure if her desperate kicking or the ref’s warning count had been more responsible for getting her foe off of her, but that hardly mattered right now. She immediately went into a coughing fit the moment she was allowed to breathe again while a hand rested over her sore throat, unable to answer the referee except by nodding her head, affirming she wanted to continue.

But just because Cassidy had been forced to back off didn’t mean Julia would be given much time to catch her breath. Seemingly out of nowhere, the outlaw suddenly burst right back into the luchadora’s field of vision, driving her boot right into Julia’s masked face once again! The mighty blow rocked her head to the side so hard she almost went through the ropes and out to the floor at ringside. Her body fell limp across the bottom rope, dangling there in semi-consciousness.

Cassidy drilled Julia with her extended leg, slamming into her face and continuing off to her went past the ropes. Her forward momentum only stopped by her own hands gripping the called to keep her from ramming into the turnbuckles herself. With a dark chuckle she withdrew, wiggling her foot a bit to slip it back through the ropes. She stood triumphantly over the masked cowgirl, about to reach down and grab hold of her when the referee piped up behind her, ruining the moment.

"What do you think you are doing, I called for a break!"

"Gave one Suga', we don't do them long union breaks 'round here. Now let the real woman work." The Outlaw spared a sidelong glare to the referee who was more of a yappy stray dog than a woman to her. That steely look had been enough to shut them up and back them away, leaving Cassidy to do her work.

Turning back to Cassidy she grabbed for a handful of her hair, giving a hard yank to start to pull her up. Once she had gotten her a bit higher, in anticipation for the official to give her crap about hair pulling, she traded off by attempting to clamp her hard over Julia's throat in a child to hoist her up the rest of the way. The outlaw was monsterouwly strong, with no resistance she would be able to lift the smaller woman with one hand without too much fuss at all.

She aimed to plant Julia on the top turnbuckle in a seated position, hand still on her throat, Cassidy would also start to climb the ropes. Clearly she was setting up for something big.  "Expected more of a fight outta you. Guess you ain't got it no more… lemme put you down before you can embarrass yerself."

Cassidy’s little chat with the ref sounded so distant to Julia she could hardly understand a word of it. Just from the outlaw’s appearance and match against Alaina, she’d known this woman was powerful. But it was impossible to appreciate just how strong she was until she was experiencing it firsthand now. Unfortunately for Julia, there was still another taste of that to come.

A sudden yank of her blonde locks pulled her off the ropes and back onto shaky legs. Balance would’ve been a problem, if not for Cassidy suddenly gripping her by the throat and lifting her off the ground! Julia grimaced and struggled weakly in her foe’s clutches as she was set down on the top rope, that powerful hand still practically strangling her while the sadistic outlaw ascended the ropes to join her.

“Ngh! Not...done!” she barely managed to force out. Julia knew better than many just how dangerous things could get at this altitude just from flying on her own, much less with the help of someone like Cassidy. Desperately wanting to avoid whatever the outlaw had in store for her, Julia grabbed the top rope with one hand while the other held onto Cassidy’s wrist, then tried to roll backward. Her legs came up in an attempt to hook underneath her opponent’s arms, and if all went according to plan her momentum would pull Cassidy over the top rope and throw her out onto the floor at ringside with something not too far off from a hurricanrana! If she failed, then Julia already knew whatever came next was not about to be a fun time...

Cassidy's fingers curled around Julia's throat, her grip so crushing it was possible she could make someone submit like this alone if she tried… and it was a legal hold. The tip up the ropes was an easy one, Julia might as well have been a feather to the outlaw even with her struggles the former rodeo star seemed to be having no issues manhandling her.

"That so?" Cassidy leaned herself in, staring directly into Julia's eyes. She had a playfulness in her stare, though it is want to inviting sort, more along the lives of a kid burning ants to death with a magnifying glass. She seemed to be enjoying the masked cowgirl's perceived naivety a great deal. "Reckon I'm gonna have to go and change that then."

Situated on the ropes she glanced out along the booing crowd raining needs down upon her. Even if it hasn't been for her questionable ring practices, she assumed it would have been the same. Julia was a beloved icon of the past after all… one that she was going to take out back and put down here tonight. With a smirk she turned back to Julia as she grasped at her wrist, one last struggle no doubt.

"Where's that purdy lil smile of yers now?" Without have a moment to miss of her own words, Julia was in motion. That weak grip on her hand tightening, the blond leaning away. There was a brief moment of confusion before the masked woman's legs caught her beneath the arms. She wasn't holding on to anything to ground her so when the suddenly shift of momentum hit her, it forever from the ropes and sent her head over heels off the corner to the floor below.

Cassidy cluttered with a hard thud, bouncing off the lightly padded cement floor before calling still across it, splattered against the ground. Her hat had flopped off, laying overturned on the ground, slightly rocking. The outlaw was motionless, face down.

Then her fingers curled, nails clawing into the padding. Her quaking body lifted up just enough to prop up her front on her forearms, head hanging in a cascading veil of hair that covered her face. She coughed horsley before starting to laugh. Soft and first but it built up to be louder and louder until it was a full on guffaw broken up only by heaving coughs. The outlaw turned her head as she lay across the floor, one visible eyes searching for Julia.

"Now I am right pissed girlie… yer gonna git it now." She hissed through the fading trickle of grim laughter, starting to slowly push herself up to her knees.

Julia’s tight grip on the rope was the only thing that kept her from spilling out to the ringside floor along with the bigger woman. She came down on a knee along the apron while Cassidy’s body hit the floor with a sickening smack that elicited a sharp gasp from the collective viewing audience. The masked blonde coughed, relieved to finally have some breathing room, figuratively and literally.

But she couldn’t get too comfortable just yet. This was a nice first step in the right direction, but she was a long way from the finish line. She hadn’t beaten the outlaw, just hurt her and pissed her off. If she didn’t handle this right, she’d soon be resembling a matador facing off with a raging bull. Julia loved rodeos, but that wasn’t an ideal game to try to play with a woman like this.

So while Cassidy was pushing up onto all fours, Julia rolled back in through the ropes, then stood up while clenching the top rope. After taking in one or two more quick breaths, she pulled on the rope while leaping high, feet landing on the rope before she sprang off of it! Launched high into the air, Julia set her sights on her foe while pulling her legs up and tucking her knees, before throwing them back out while gravity pulled her down, aiming to bring her cowgirl boots crashing right onto Cassidy’s back with an explosive double foot stomp!

The outlaw's tongue swished around her mouth, roaming taste for signs of blood or a missing tooth. It seemed as though everything was intact and nothing was missing. That was good. As much as she didn't care about throwing down, the thought of having to replace one of her pearly whites was one she wasn't very fond of. Given her vain nature, it wasn't that much of a stretch.

On her hands and knees she reached out with a grumble, flicking her hat over onto the brim along the floor before cupping her palm over top of it. No sooner had he pluck it from the ground then the crowd had suddenly ignited. It quirked one of her brows, prompting her to glance back over her shoulder with every intention of snickering at whatever crowd rallying bullshit Julia had going on.

Cassidy's eyes widened at the airborne Julia, frozen mid way through lifting her hat back to her head. Her lips parted with a single soft "Tarnation…" muttered under her breath before the masked cowgirl drilled her boots into the larger woman's back, slamming her back down against the hard floor with a heavy thwack. She had exhaled with the stomp, smartly emptying her lungs before they could be forcefully purged which would have left her winded. Not that she wasn't hurt… grumbling to herself as she lay face down on the floor still clutching her hat.

While her opponent definitely got the worst of it, the descent wasn’t entirely pleasant for Julia either. Immediately after her boots slammed down onto Cassidy’s back, the masked blonde stumbled and rolled awkwardly off of her into a less-than-comfortable crash on the floor at ringside. Julia took in the crowd’s excited shouts and chants while somewhat slowly pulling herself up, coughing heavily during the process.

What to do now? Impactful as her high-risk stunt had proven, Julia wasn’t too keen on the idea of trying to get Cassidy in the ring for a pin attempt. Lifting the bigger girl and hauling her through the ropes would be hard enough on its own, and Julia had a feeling her foe wouldn’t go along with it so easily. A prolonged fight outside the ring didn’t feel like the best idea either. But, that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to maximize her efforts here before taking things back into the ring.

So Julia climbed onto the apron. And whenever Cassidy started to stand up, the luchadora would take aim and wait, using those precious seconds to catch her breath. The moment her foe began to turn her way Julia would then run along the apron before leaping off toward Cassidy, aiming to land land astride her shoulders while wrapping her legs around the woman’s neck. From there she’d throw her body back while pulling Cassidy with her legs, hoping to send her crashing into the ringside barricade with a hurricanrana!

If it were possible to breath fire, Cassidy would have exhaled a blazing inferno across the floor as she rose up to her knees growling. She wasn't especially fond of what she tastefully dubbed "flippy-dippy shit" and Julia was, rather expectantly making good use of just that. As one might have guessed, she preferred her wrestling up close and personal… where she had an obvious advantage.

Throwing back her head she sent her wild mane of hair back over her shoulders, bringing her hat up to work it back down over the top of her head. From her knees to her boots she stepped up, starting to rise amidst the growing cheers of that crowd that clued her into something being up. The outlaw half turned, scanning for her opponent and got more than she bargained for as Julia was flying through the air directly at her.

"Grk!" She let out a surprised grunt as thighs wrapped around her head, crushing in around her head as Julia swung her weight from her neck, wrenching the outlaw from one direction to the other, taking her off her feet to be sent headlong into the barricade. She impacted hard, managing to twist just enough to take the brunt of the impact with her shoulder.

The audience jumped back as the barricade shifted from Cassidy's body slamming into it, scattering a small group of people back. The outlaw slid down the divider until she was say up against it, hunched forward seething with rage as she snarled. While it had clearly hurt her, as it would anyone, it seemed to do more to light a burning anger in her features that was fast evaporating the more playful taunting she had been throwing out.