Josey Wales vs. Mari Fuuma

Hardcore rules: No disqualification. Match it to take place in a garage. A few cars are parked, and tools are strewn about. Win via knockout.



Josey didn't recognize it, but she was a woman of the world. She had fought at rodeos, in bars, in sold out arenas, on farms, in fields, everywhere. It seemed as if any classification building had seen at least one sort of fight from Josey, but this was a new one. A garage. Josey didn't have a car back in Texas because her horses, both the ones she bought and the ones she stole, got her around just fine. The Outlaw walked up to the building without a flicker of doubt in her heart. It didn't matter where it was: a fight was still a fight and Josey counted herself as one of the best fighters in the world.

This one was going to be a good one, she could feel it. At least in the ring, there was some space between the white canvas and whatever was underneath. Here, if she got cracked, it would be nothing but the unforgiving concrete underneath here. It didn't matter to Josey one bit. The cowgirl was tougher than nails and half as clever. Her red boots scraped across the concrete floor and she looked around.

There were a few cars, and tons of tools. Josey was adept in all sorts of ways of bashing her opponents over the head, and this place was rife with opportunities. Hell, Josey could soak her opponent in oil if she really wanted to. The Outlaw didn't consider for a second that all of these things could happen to her. That wasn't her style, not one bit. She looked up to see a bunch of cameras. Surely they had zoom features for all of the assholes sitting on their couches at home. Josey flipped them off.

She rested her firm backside against one of the cars. It had been a while since Josey had been in her last match and she was ready to go. The wounds Cecilia had gave her were all healed up and Josey was yearning for a fight. She felt like a racehorse braying against the stalls, ready for action. There would be no fanfare, no audience, no nothing. Just violence, and heaps of it. She folded her arms against her chest. The black cowboy hat that she loved so much was still resting on her head, and the black cape that kept her warm against the harsh wind still adorned her shoulders. Her wrestling outfit was tight and white, and gave her all the mobility she needed.

Whoever this woman is, she better have a head like iron, the hardheaded woman thought.

Mari walked into the garage that was to be her next battle ground. Eyeing the surroundings, it was definitely a far cry from her normal setting inside of a ring but yet it would serve not that different from her usual goal of outlandish pain. The entire place was a hot spot of danger, not a single inch was any better than the other in terms of safety. The silver head has been through hardcore matches and other matches of the same nature which suited her powerhouse style, but never once was she surrounded by this much concrete and steel.

Speaking of which she past by the cars that were left in the garage, screaming to be used in the battle of bodies and wills and more likely than not they were. It was just a matter of commitment and drive to see how many of these cars would survive the encounter. Her boots echoed out her foot steps as she neared the center of the garage were she saw a blonde woman standing there, waiting for her to arrive.

With a black hat on her head and a tattered cape, Mari couldn't help but think that this was a scene out of some action movie with her being in her black ninja like get up, showing off her impressive upper assets...being her toned shoulders. And also her cleavage. Mari was not intimidated however by the foreboding atmosphere that hung over the two as she mimicked her opponent's gesture and crossed her arms, folding them right underneath her breasts. With her strong glare, she kept her eyes on her opponent, sizing her up for the brutal match that was to be.

"Your name. Now Outsider."

Josey eyed the woman walking up to her. It didn't look like she was quite as muscular as the Outlaw, but there were very few women in the whole world were her, so that wasn't a big knock against her. She cracked her knuckles as the ninja-woman got closer. In her time, she had to crack a few Japanese heads but never a proper ninja. Josey had seen a few action flicks in her time and knew that they were fast and deadly. So be it. The Outlaw was strong and deadly, and most of all completely fearless.

She placed her black cowboy hat on the car and flung her black cape off. This woman clearly did not speak English that well. It seemed as if she was being gifted the appelation 'Outsider'. She stared at her. This match was very much a spur of the moment thing, and Josey honestly had very little idea of who she was. Her foe was pretty though, and Josey was determined to make her a lot less pretty by the time the evening was over.

"Ain't this an odd place to be making demands." She brought her hands up. There was probably not going to be a bell heralding the beginning of the match so Josey knew she was going to have to be ready at all times. "You first." She said over her gloved hands. "With the names and all."

With her demand cast back on her, Mari's eyes narrowed as she lowered her arms from in front of her chest down to her sides. A rather prideful and aggressive response, Mari should've expected as such with an opponent who agreed to a fight in this environment. Walking closer to Josey to close the distance and also continue sizing up her opponent, she took slow strides while she cracked her neck from side to side.

"Mari Fuuma." she bluntly responded, there was no need for a fancy introduction nor elaborate words. What the two of them were going to do to each other, beating each other with whatever they could get their hands on and slam the other into was going to be anything but civil. Upon closer inspection, she saw that her opponent of the night was quite the looker. However it was nothing special that was going to deter Mari from powerbombing her opponent into one of the cars among a long list of possible outlets of pain.

As she neared Josey, she was sure to stop as getting within striking distance with her guard down would be a foolish move. With an acceptable combat distance between the two, Josey had already had her fists up as Mari would bring her arms as well. Mari wanted to assume that Josey was a brawler first and as such noted her fists as the primary threat to watch out for. Her first impressions of her opponent was all she could work off of, having little to no time to find out anything about Josey.

"Josey. Josey Wales." Her response was said with a serious look on her face. Southern girls were mostly known for their manners and while Josey was no belle she knew enough to respond with her name when she was given her dance partners. She eyed the woman warily as she neared. As far as Josey was concerned, this woman was a completely blank slate. The Outlaw knew nothing of her.

Which meant that the pale-haired beauty probably knew nothing about her either. Josey would let her know just what sort of capacity she had in store. Her eyes narrowed as she sought to find an opening. The technical side of wrestling was unknown to her, but she did know quite a lot about straight up brawling. And this was going to be a melee, which Josey determined fairly quickly.

"Nice to fuckin' meet you." With that warning, Josey lurched forward and aimed a hard straight right at Mari's face. Most girls would have started out with a lock-up or some other way to gauge the strength of an opponent, but Josey was a riverboat gambler. And she was going for all or nothing.

After hearing Josey's second aggressive introduction, Mari's body tensed up. She didn't know when the match officially started due to them being inside of a parking garage, but she felt like it didn't matter at this point as both of them were within striking distance. And being a rather aggressive fighter herself, she could tell when a fight was about to happen. Then it began as Josey swung for a strong straight.

Attempting to duck underneath the straight, Mari would throw her body forward to shoulder Josey in the chest. It wasn't meant as an pain inflicting move and instead was meant to force Josey backwards to give Mari enough space. Once that was attained, Mari would quickly step forward and bring her foot up to try and kick Josey right in the face with a big boot. If her opponent was already going to throw bombs, then Mari would not waste any time in the 'weapons race' and risk getting overwhelmed.

Josey was pretty slow. As long as she could remember, Mercury had not blessed her with his quickness. Her fist flew forward with tons of power but very little quickness and thus her blow sailed through the air. Josey gritted her teeth. You never get a second chance at a first impression and the Outlaw cursed because she wanted her first impression to be one of violence. Worse still, she was totally spread out and completely susceptible to a devastating counter.

Mari's shoulder slammed into her chest which sent Josey backward against the car. She grunted as her body hit the car behind her. The Outlaw was still off balance when the kick darted upwards towards her face. Josey tasted Mari's boot for hopefully the last time and was sent staggering off to her right.

The cowgirl wiped her mouth. No blood. Or at least no blood yet. She knew there would be blood in this match, but the first kick did not yield the red liquid. Josey took a step forward and sent in a right hook, as she had failed to learn anything from her previous failure.

Mari felt great about that exchange, pushing Josey back into a car and following up with a boot to the face. It wasn't often she was the quicker of the two between herself and her opponent, but it also wasn't the time to be gawking at that advantage as she moved to continue her assault. As she neared she prepared for another attack from Josey, expecting her to fire a wild swing after her counter.

And she was correct with Josey throwing a powerful right.

Ducking underneath the hook, Mari would react quickly by reaching up to grab Josey by her long blonde roots and seeking to be the first to use the environment to her benefit she'd attempted to pull Josey's head back and smash it on top of the cars hood. She may not have drawn blood at this point in the match, but she was determined and knew that blood was going to be a element in this match with all of the dangerous things laying around them to use against each other.

Josey was not sitting very pretty. When she threw the hook her whole body was in motion. She was sure it looked fairly elegant on the cameras as she was a whirling ball of fury. The sad part was once again her punch missed completely and Josey was livid. Her long blonde hair was seized and Josey's head was pitched forward.

The sound of bone on metal reverberated around the garage. Josey had been hit with tons of weapons, but this pain was fairly unique: her brain was rattled really goddamn hard and the lines of the car were now imprinted against her forehead. Her red eyes lit up with pain and hatred before she slumped down to the ground.

Her legs gave out. That was a pretty natural thing to happen when one's head is slammed against a car. She held it and groaned in pain.

Pretty satisfied with herself in driving down Josey face first into the car and watching her whip back and falling down on to the ground, Mari wasted little time in gathering momentum against her opponent. It was great and all to have the initial advantage but Mari knew that one slip up could negate all of that and against this particular opponent, she had a feeling that she didn't want that to happen at all.

Now with her opponent off balance and dazed, Mari would begin the ugly beat down still with a hand in Josey's hair, posturing Josey's head so that she could begin punching her in the face over and over again with straight rights. It wasn't pretty but both women here knew that they were there for a magnificent match of technical ability and grace, they were here for the gritty brawling nature of a fight and that was exactly what they were going to give each other.