Josey Wales vs. Cecilia Northman II

Panic began to set in. Josey recognized that one power move very often led to another power move, and that is Cecilia was allowed to continue her little reign of terror than Josey would be done for very quickly. There were many fates that Josey could accept, but that was not one of them. There was little she could do about the stomp to her voluminous chest, just as she was compliant when Cecilia tried to pick her up by her hair.

But from that point, Josey would take no more. Her fists flew back and then forward, and then back again. They were not the august straights that the Outlaw so favored in all her brawls. No, this was as close to a flurry as the cowgirl got, and Josey recognized that she had to get something going if she wanted to stay in this match. That something were a few punches towards Cecilia's gut.

As Cecilia pulled up her fair haired opponent towards her knees and was about to pull her up to her feet she soon took a strong blow straight to her rock hard abs, " Augh.." Cecilia winced out, as soon she took another and another... the blond shook her head and attempted to throw a retaliatory forearm strike down against Josey's back.

For each punch that Josey sent to her gut, Cecilia tried to throw a forearm strike down against Josey's upperback and shoulders, trying to start a slug fest with her fearsome cowgirl opponent.

Back on the ranch, there were foes all around. Natural foes, like wolves and boars, stalked the Texas plain, looking for any stray member of the herd that could be caught out and taken down. Then there were human enemies, who would steal into the pasture in the dead of night and abscond with a sheep or two. The natural foes could be bad or good, depending on how you react, but the people were always bad. Cecilia seemed like a natural foe, rather than a human one, and her blows were more reminiscent of a force of nature rather than a lone human.

So the Outlaw decided to react as if Cecilia were a wolf. Humans could be reasoned with, or intimidated. There were a hundred ways you could deal with a person. But there was only one way you could deal with a wolf- sheer instinct. Power recognizes power, and Josey felt like she was the power in the ring. She intuited that her opponent would go for a quick strike back, and her innate fighting abilities told her it would come in high. The Outlaw reeled back and deftly dodged the incoming blow.

When she snapped back a feral gleam shone in her eye.This snarling wolf across from her could be brought to heel. Josey launched a strike of her own, a daring straight left towards Cecilia's face.

Cecilia's eyes widened in surprise as Josey's body swayed backwards and with it the Swede's mighty downwards blow was deftly avoided, she gritted her teeth in annoyance. When the mighty fellow blond popped back up onto her feet a strong left came flying towards the Swede's face, it was too late to dodge it or block it, so the Swede opted for the only thing she could do at the moment. Brace for impact as best as she could.

The Mighty blow stuck home against her cheek which got the mighty blond to stagger back a step or two, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed cause of the impact as she stumbled back, shaking her head a little as she attempted to raise her arms back up into a guard...turning her vision straight back onto Josey as she shot an angry glare off towards the cowgirl.

Josey was all action now. It was as if a switch had been turned on within her. Before, Josey's only wish was to survive. Now she wished to thrive. Heartened by the successful kick, the cowgirl rushed forward with abandon. She saw that Cecilia was blocking high, and honestly felt a little bit of temptation to see if she could bring in a punch so hard that it went straight through her defenses. But Josey wasn't the one with anything to prove here. All the fans here assuredly knew what these two women were doing here.

And the Outlaw knew what she was doing as well. Instead of trying to bulldoze her way through the Northern Queen's defenses, Josey went south for a solution that was somewhat more elegant. Josey quickly spun and extended her leg as she did so, trying to put Cecilia on her firm rear in a low sweep.

Cecilia soon found Josey coming in closer towards her and was more than ready to block any strike that the cowgirl was about to throw towards her skull, however it seemed as if the Texan had no desire to attack the Swede with punches this time, instead she went in and threw a low sweeping kick.

Something that Cecilia had not expected and with the kick she was brought low, down onto her rear. Cecilia groaned out at this and would quickly attempt to retaliate by trying to kick out her legs right into Josey's knees! Attempting to bring the cowgirl low as well.

A cornered animal was always the most dangerous. You wanted to give a wild animal the widest berth you possibly could before you closed in on it with a deadly strike. Josey knew this. The Northern Queen had not quite been cornered yet but she must have felt like it. The low sweep worked to perfection and Cecilia was planted on that beautiful rear of hers.

Then she lashed out. Josey didn't really mind anything other than the pain- she was going forward anyways, trying to get on top of Cecilia for a mount. The only problem was the fact that she didn't get down to the ground on her own terms, and the mount she tried to get was hastily applied. Still, it seemed like a good position to rain down a few punches, which is precisely what Josey tried to do.

Cecilia kicked out those legs of Josey and with it the cowgirl came toppling down in a rather awkward way, the mighty Swede soon enough found Josey on top of her as their two bodies once again met up close and person...however the Swede was not out of this thing just yet.

As Josey prepped her arms to start swinging the Swede would bring her arms up and try to grab a hold of Josey's wrists, trying to take control of them before the fellow blond could start to rain down blows and with it perhaps try and spare herself a few brutal punches to her head.

Wrist control. That was one of the few fighting concepts she had yet to grasp. It was one of the fundamental tenants of fighting at any level, and the only fighting Josey knew was punch them until they stop punching back. So when her attack was stymied, the already angry Josey was confused for a second.

Then she became even more mad. One of the many things she prided herself in was her strength, and when the Outlaw did not get to use her awesome power she did not quite know what to do. A look of mental anguish appeared on her face before she tried to jerk her hand away. If that succeeded, she would try to get up, and send a quick kick down to the Northern Queen as she did so.

Cecilia currently had a very effective wrist control over the cowgirl and she knew that she now had the fellow blond trapped, though she was trapped as well, this was not exactly a position that she wanted to be in. She found herself gripping even tighter as Josey started to try and jerk herself back, keeping those arms locked in tightly by their wrists.

The Swede would proceed to try and place her feet down against the mat and buck her body to the side. Looking to move them over so they were both on their sides and the swede could attempt to snag her legs around Josey's right leg, looking to squeeze it between her powerful thighs.