The Random Select Tag Team Battle!

With a low groan, Tiffany was hauled up to her feet with no meaningful resistance. The blow to the head had everything blurry, and muffled. Definitely not good. She could make out River's words, but really wasn't in a condition to dispute them. She did however, decide to make her mood known.

Managing to raise a hand as River held the cowgirl by her hair, Tiffany extended her middle finger towards the bigger woman before letting the arm drop back down...

Styx snapped her teeth at Tiffany's gesture. Gauche. Some people were just sore losers.

She stood and up brought Tiffany's head between her legs, holding it in place between her thighs as the crowd started to roar. Typical. They booed her, they hated her, but they still wanted to see the destruction, knowing damn well what was about to come next. River Styx's personal spin on the classic powerbomb, otherwise known as the Fallen Angel.

Styx grabbed Tiffany around the waist, pulled her up to her shoulders, then tried to drop her towards the turnbuckle, looking to make sure the back of her head hit it on the way down. Sure, she couldn't cheat, but the ring itself could be a weapon if you used it the right way.

The irony of this, to Tiffany, was the fact that powerbombs were among the strongest moves in her repertoire, and she loved doing them.
As she was forced between River's legs and then loaded up onto the bigger girl's shoulders, Tiffany was still too dazed to offer and sort of meaningful resistance.

Then came the drop, with the added touch of the Texan's head slamming against the top turnbuckle on the way down. The crowd let out a loud "Ohhhh!" at that. After the move was done, Tiffany lay, spreadeagled on the mat. The force of her head hitting the turnbuckle had rendered the blonde unconscious, her body unmoving...

Styx stood up straight and backed away from Tiffany, while the impact continued to echo through the arena. She'd always planned on doing that move in a wrestling match. Seemed like a good idea, in theory. Was nice to finally test the hypothesis: if you slam a bitch headfirst into the turnbuckle, it will knock her the fuck out. The scientific method in action.

The referee came in and did her thing, lifting Tiffany's arm up a few times, calling for the bell. No response from the cowgirl. Dead to the world. Amusing, but it did cancel out any post-match festivities Styx might have had planned. Not much point in forcing Tiffany through the ringer if the bitch wasn't even awake for it.

That didn't mean she couldn't still have some fun, though...

Styx walked over and scooped up Tiffany's hat, setting it on her own head and trying it on for size. A little loose around the edge, she had less hair to stuff into it. But nothing she couldn't get used to. Besides, Styx was many things, but she prided herself on honesty. She always kept her promises."Mine."

She reeled back and gave sleeping beauty a harsh kick in the side, just for shits and giggles, then made her way out of the ring. Rocking her new look all the way. Maybe she'd even get some clothes to compliment it. Chaps, spurs, shit like that.