Josey Wales vs. Mari Fuuma

Josey wasn't much of a talker. Her tongue was not silvery and her vocabulary was limited. The Outlaw preferred communicating using her fists alone. When she heard Mari jawing, the wheels started turning in her head. She wanted to say some slick shit back to her but her thought process ceased when Mari flew at her. Josey was quick enough for a fight, but Mari was faster. The silver-haired beauty's fist slammed into her face and Josey reeled back.

One step, two steps. The Outlaw teetered and it looked like she was going to fall down for a second. The match was only in its first act and Josey had already taken a walloping. She righted herself and stared at the woman in front of her. The blow had come into her cheek, only an inch or two below her eye. If it had hit her eye, her red eye would be black.

But they were both still red and glowering with hatred. Josey darted forward and swung in a massive kick to Mari's side. All of her force and hatred was behind it. Josey's gaze never wavered from the woman.

Her fist smashed into Josey's face, Mari smiled in glee as she watched her foe stagger away and looked as if she was going to topple over. But it was too good to be true as her opponent managed to steady herself and regained her balance. That look in her eye, both eyes burned with the fury and the fight to crush Mari. Mari's auburn eyes lit up when she saw this, the core being of her was fight like these. When both her and her opponent was going to do anything and everything to the other in order to attain victory, only the stronger of the two would still be standing after it all.

She lived for that kind of thrill as Josey charged at her. Mari wasn't quick enough to evade the stiff kick that crashed into her side as her eyes widened in pain. Immediately grasping down to her side as she stumbled off, she began to cough out for air. That kick was incredibly heavy and would've probably cracked a rib if it had connected into her ribs. Instead it had gotten her between the hips and ribs as Mari hunched over.

Lowering herself, it looked like she was about to drop to a knee, but gritting her teeth she managed to rise back up. Smiling through the pain, she would spit out some of her saliva that had gathered because of the hit before racing back at Josey. This time, she'd attempted to drive her fist into the stomach of Josey, looking to stun her as she would follow after her. Grabbing a handful of Josey's hair again, she would push her back to another car and attempt to whip her back first against the hood.

The kick worked. When Josey's thick leg swung in from the side, it was bringing fifteen or so odd years of hard labor and blind fury with it. There was no doubt as there was no room for it, and a flicker of a derisive smile flickered across her lips when the blow hit home. It sent her off to the side, but like Josey, Mari managed to stay on two legs. The snicker turned into a frown. A kick alone was enough to win bar fights regularly. It dawned on her that Mari was cut from a tougher cloth.

Far tougher. Josey was still thinking about the kick when Mari charged at her. The quick punch knocked all of the wind out of her. She doubled over and the evening went from bad to worse. The Outlaw was sent packing to one of the cars and hit it with near full force. The duo were not close enough for Josey to reach her top speed.

Saying that, she did hit it with a ton of momentum. She let out a loud "Oof!" as flesh met steel. The Outlaw then collapsed to the ground, her whole front harangued with pain. As she lay on the harsh concrete floor she clutched her stomach.

Slamming Josey back into the car, Mari would lurch forward and lean on the car to attend to her side. The kick did more a number on her than she originally thought as she patted her side to try and smack the pain away. It worked only a little before realizing that she had not that much time to attend to such trivial matters when dealing with Josey. Looking down to see the Texan had crumpled to the ground, Mari quickly jumped at the opportunity.

Grabbing on to the collar area of Josey's tied shirt, she would haul her American opponent to her feet before reaching over her shoulder and slipping and arm between her legs. "Raaah!" she would roar out before attempting to lift up the larger woman up on to her shoulder. Attempting a big move, she tried to body slam Josey on to the hood of the car and sought to do more then just dent the car.

Josey felt Mari's strength. She had felt it before, but it just felt more palpable now with both of her arms around her. The woman was too pained to react much to getting picked up and even if she wasn't, Mari might have overpowered her in the state she was in. Her back met the harsh metal of the car. Her head snapped back and also slammed into the car. There was a Texan sized imprint in the hood now.

The Outlaw groaned. The hood of the car felt hard, harder than the concrete floor if that was possible. The look on her face was not a pleasant one as her whole back lit up with pain. Josey was in too much pain to even be angry as she slid off the hood of the car.

With the sickening echo of flesh crashing on steel, Josey's body crumpled on the hood before slumping into her own body sized dent. Mari watched with a rather unhealthy shade of joy as she watched Josey slide off of the car and slumped on to the pavement, which gave her a chance to look around the garage for any other forms of punishment she could inflict on her Texan opponent. Her eyes soon locked on to one of those rolling tool boxes, the big ones as it brought a smile to the silver head.

Walking over to it, Mari gripped on to the side and spun it around to face the downed Texan. Pushing it and gaining speed, Mari looked to sandwich Josey between the two hard objects of steel and pain as she would shove it forward, sending it flying at Josey.

Josey was a fairly practical gal. She could make her own dinner, clean up after herself, and clean her own guns. In her own little apartment there was a toolbox, one that was greatly helpful when a light was broken or any other appliance suffered from entropy. The toolbox was heavy, and even a woman who found very little to be heavy could recognize that. Out of the corner of her eye, Josey recognized that Mari had a toolbox very similar to the one in the bottom of her closet.

After that, it didn't take a whole lot of cognizance to do anything. The woman and the instrument slammed into her chest and forced her further back onto the hood of the car. The cowgirl couldn't breathe for a second, and then two and three seconds. She gasped for air pathetically as her front was racked with pain.

With a vicious collision, Mari succeeded in squashing Josey between the tool case and the car as some of it's drawers flew open upon impact and scattered about some of it's tools. One of which was a screwdriver that rolled next to Mari's feet. She looked down and saw a perfect weapon to use as she bent down and reached down. Completely going over the screwdriver, she instead picked up a wrench that had landed behind it.

Picking up the metal weapon, Mari observed it and tested it's weight by tapping it against her hand. It was going to do nicely as she heard the gasping of air from Josey. Grabbing to the edge of the tool case, she would pull and push it aside to give her full access to the vulnerable Josey, reaching down to grab her by her hair and forced her to look at her in the eye as she raised up the wrench above her head.

Josey reckoned she had had about enough of this. She felt like she was barely clinging to her life this match, and that wasn't a particularly good feeling. The sound of metal clanging on the ground was unmistakable though, and that meant more bad news for Josey. Mari had opened a toybox and was acting very much like a kid on Christmas. A single red eye was kept on Mari the whole time she was looking through what she had wrought.

And the Outlaw wasn't going to let her get anything more in. A fistful of her blonde hair had been seized, but Josey didn't pay that much attention. She was trying to focus all of her strength on twisting, and lashing out with a strong kick to try and stop the tide that threatened to drown her. Hell, she didn't particularly care where it landed.

Mari was in complete disregard of her opponent's ability to fight back as she took her time in lining up the wrench to crash down on Josey's skull. She was swiftly proven to how much fight that Josey had left in her as she lashed out with a devastating kick that nailed Mari right in her side again. "Aaaaaah!" she cried out, immediately dropping the wrench and hunching over in pain. Covering the spot where Josey had just kicked her with those powerful legs of hers, Mari still clutched on to her opponent's hair though there was much else she could do at the moment...