Match 21223 Calamity Jane (The Legend of Calamity Jane) vs. Rawhide Kid

[broadwaybeyonder]

Calamity Jane pushed through the swinging doors of the saloon.  She strode with purpose towards the bar, the patrons’ loud conversations becoming nervous whispers as she passed them by.  The pale lady pulled up a barstool and sat down next to the only man at the bar.  The saloon keeper gulped and wiped off a glass. 

“Evenin’, ma’am.  What’ll you have?” 

“Let the lady have what I’m having, mister,” the man in the black suit said.  

Jane eyed the whiskey disapprovingly.  “I don’t need nothing at the moment.” 

The saloon keeper set down the glass and scurried into the back of the saloon.  Jane and the man in black sat in silence as the other patrons started to file out the door.  When the saloon was empty save for the two at the bar, Jane’s expression softened into a half-smile.  “Did you hear about this fella who once fought a walking totem?  I hear he rode with a gang that dressed like a circus and came from the future.” 

The Rawhide Kid downed his whiskey and poured himself another round.  “That’s the trouble with folks today.  Too much sun and too much whiskey make ‘em believe they’re seeing anything.  Like a girlie winning a shooting match against a guy packing a gatling gun or saving the President single handed.” 

“Yeah,” said Jane, leaning back on her stool.  “You can’t go around believing everything you hear these days.” 

The Rawhide Kid smirked and raised his glass in salute before drinking.  “Now, why did Miss Calamity Jane come lookin’ for me?  If you’re here to take me in you’d definitely be one of the better lookin’ bounty hunters I had come after me.” 

“You are still wanted for murder, Mr. Bart,” said Jane.  “But I reckon if half the stories they told about you are true you’ve managed to do a lot of good, too.  That’s why I haven’t seen the need to track you down before now.” 

“And what’s happenin’ now?” 

“I have a… friend.  He’s a captain with the calvary.  Seems convinced that he can find evidence to clear your name.  He was getting reports that you were in the territory, so he asked me to see about bringing you in.” 

The Rawhide Kid poured the last drops of whiskey from the bottle.  “So I’m supposed to just get on my horse and let you ride me into a camp full of blue suits?  I’m obliged for the offer, Miss Jane, but I’ve heard them before.  And more often than not, they turn out to be just another trick so somebody can get rich off my hanging.” 

Jane’s hand slowly moved to the whip hanging on her belt.  “This isn’t a trick, Rawhide.  I told my friend I’m going to bring you in, and that’s what I’m aiming to do.” 

“Well,” said the Rawhide Kid, taking a final sip from his glass.  “I would hate to make a liar out of a pretty thing like you.” 

The Rawhide Kid slammed the glass down and shattered it then swiftly jumped to his feet, pulled out his pistols, and fired.  But Calamity Jane was no longer sitting next to him. 

“Well, well,” the Rawhide Kid chuckled as glanced up at the balcony over the bar.  “I heard them say you were pretty fast.”  Jane’s voice came out from the rafters above the gunslinger.  “Some of those tales are true, Rawhide.” 

The Rawhide Kid had time to glance up to see Jane’s whip swinging down and snagging his left arm.  Jane dropped back down to the floor and pulled on the whip, dragging the Rawhide Kid toward her.  The Kid holstered a pistol and grabbed a chair with his right hand to stop himself. 

“Come on, Rawhide,” Jane grunted as she strained on the whip.  "Make it easy on yourself!"  

“Ma’am, compared to rest of my life, I reckon this will be easy!” 

The Kid yanked on the whip pulling Jane in off balance.  He swung the chair at the lawwoman and sent her sprawling into a table.  Forgotten playing cards and glasses crashed to the ground, but Calamity was back on her feet.  She glared at the Kid as he freed his arm from her whip and reached for her own pistol.  “Not as easy as you think, Rawhide.” 

 

OK:

Calamity Jane: armed with pistol and whip. 

Rawhide Kid: armed with two pistols. 

The fight takes place in a saloon. 

Game On! 

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Calamity Jane (The Legend of Calamity Jane)
Read more about Calamity Jane (The Legend of Calamity Jane) at Wikipedia
Official Site: Canal+ Links: Wikipedia Big Cartoon Database Official Site

Rawhide Kid
Read more about Rawhide Kid at Wikipedia
Official Site: Marvel Comics Links: Rawhide Kid Wikipedia page Rawhide Kid Toonopedia page Marvel Directory Rawhide Kid

[JohnnyChany]

Both characters looking for their first W. After looking them up, I'm still not sure on who should win.  I'll give Calamity Jane the edge because of the whip.

[DSkillz]

Good set-up, broadway. I've watched clips of the Calamity Jane cartoon before, and after looking up Rawhide Kid, it looks like you have both characters down pretty well (though I think Rawhide Kid was written to be gay at some point). 

As for the match, I actually think Rawhide Kid has the edge. He seems to be at least as good of a shot at Jane, and unlike her, he's trained in various martial arts. 

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
4.50 - Mercenaryblade
4.00 - JohnnyChany
4.50 - DSkillz

FPA Calculation:
3 Total Votes cast
13.00 Total Combined Score
13.00 / 3 = 4.33 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Calamity Jane (The Legend of Calamity Jane): 1
Rawhide Kid: 2

[broadwaybeyonder]

finally THE BOTTOM LINE

“Janie?!  Janie, where are you, darlin’?!” 

Joe Presto burst through the swinging doors of the saloon with his shotgun at the ready.  The saloon was a disaster.  Broken bottles and chairs scattered the floor, tables were upturned and were riddled with bullet holes.  But there was no sign of any living person inside. 

“Janie?!  Dadburn it, Janie, don’t tell me I’m too late!  I’d never forgive myself if you got shot up by some gunslinging killer!  Where are you?!” 

“Up here, Joe.” 

Joe was confused and looked up to the balcony overlooking the saloon but saw nothing. 

“A little higher up, Joe.” 

Joe craned his neck to look straight up, and saw Calamity Jane hogtied with her own whip and hanging from the rafters of the saloon. 

“JANIE!  Dadburn it, what in Sam Hill are you doin’ up there?!” 

Jane winced and gave a weak smile.  “Puttin’ myself through school as a chandelier?” 

“Now don’t you talk foolish, missy!  How’d you manage to get trussed up and…” 

“I’ll explain, Joe.  But first…ugh.  Could you get me down?” 

Joe quickly started setting up 2 of the more usable tables on top of each other underneath Jane.  “Don’t you worry none, Janie!  I’ll get you out of this!  But how the heck you managed this one I’ll never know!” 

Joe clambered onto the tables and set a chair on top of them.  He stepped onto the chair and was at the right height to reach the rafter Jane was tied from.  He slowly untied the knots in the whip and gently lowered Jane down.  He helped her off the tables and started on the rope binding Jane herself. 

“Now are you gonna tell me what happened here, missy?!  I thought you were trying to find this Rawhide!” 

“I did,” said Jane.  “He didn’t want to go quietly.  He put up quite a fight.  A managed to wing him, but he got a hold of my whip.  Managed to swing a chair that clocked me.  Last thing I saw was him standing over me with his pistols.  When I woke up… well, you know where he put me.” 

“Land’s sakes!” breathed Joe.  “That Rawhide Kid is an ornery one, no mistake!  You sit and rest yourself while I freshen up Dakota and get supplies!  Will find that Rawhide for sure and…” 

“Take it easy, Joe.  There’s no hurry.” 

“No hurry?!  Missy, have you been hanging from the ceiling too long?!  You think I’m gonna let some yahoo do that to you and let him ride free?” 

“Joe, I don’t know how long I was knocked out.  The Rawhide Kid could be miles away by now.  And there’s something else.” 

Joe finished untying Jane and she got up, picking up her hat and putting it on.  “And just what is that something else?” 

“The fact that Rawhide had a clear chance to kill me and he didn’t take it.  Perhaps a man like that needs a little benefit of the doubt.” 

“Hmph.  Cap’n O’Rourke ain’t going to like this.” 

“I can handle O’Rourke, Joe.” 

“And who’s going to handle this mess here?” 

Joe pointed around the destroyed saloon.  Jane smirked, reached into her pocket and pulled out a small pouch of gold coins.  She tossed them onto the bar and marched for the door.  Joe adjusted his hat and grumbled as he followed after Calamity Jane, leaving the saloon and the Rawhide Kid behind her.