The Metal Will Live On

Styx tapped her chin, giving the girl a serious look over for a moment. Young, yes. Legal, but closer to a Chris Hansen visit than she typically liked to dare. Tiny thing, too.

Still. Finding girls like this was going to be a lot harder in Japan. She had to treasure the opportunities when she found them. "Well..." Her tongue flicked out, running over her lips like a prime slab of beef was on the table. "Let me get a sample, first."

Styx reached out, ducked down, and pulled Anne in for a fierce kiss without a word of warning. This wasn't some intimate, lovey-dovey thing, this was passion to the point of pain. Clashing teeth, rubbing legs, and a tongue that slapped Anne's cheeks from side to side.

After a moment she pulled a way, leaving a line of saliva between them until she wiped it off. "Tasty. I'm down for both. Whoever makes the other girl scream first, wins. Scream of passion, scream of pain, doesn't matter."

At the odd response Anne quizzically lofted a dark brow. "A samp-eep!" Before she could finish the question the older girl had seized her and all words were cut short by the forceful insertion of a tongue and the savage meeting of lips. The kiss, if it warranted such a lofty title, elicited a delicate squeak from Anne's throat before meeting it in kind. Calloused fingers gripped River's clothes as she indulged in the taste of her new friend's flesh, and ultimately would have to be torn off like a face-sucking leech. With crimson cheeks and quickened breaths the younger metalhead now held River in a ravenous gaze, her pupils dilated with animalistic desires.

Anne knew she was at a disadvantage here, in both size and all-around experience, but there wasn't really any losing here, now was there? "You're on." Not standing on ceremony, nor willing to waste any opportunity, the young American pounced on River with legs spread wide in a short Lou Thesz press. It wasn't the most efficacious of moves, but the audience always seemed to love it, and it could lead to some damned good times.

Anne and Styx apparently had the same taste in kiss - they both liked them hard, unpredictable, violent, and so tight you'd need a crowbar to make them end it. On top of that, this liltte girl was more than willing to take on someone twice her size. And potentially fuck her, as well. These were all good signs.

Styx gave not a single shit for starting things off in any traditional way, but even she was a little taken aback when Anna pounced with all the subtlety and finesse of a horny prom date. It made her to do something she very rarely did: stumble, forced back by the sudden weight thrust on her. If Anna was twenty or so pounds heavier it might have been enough to knock her down, but as it was she still had enough wherewithall to reach out and grab the bite-sized brawler in a bearhug before she could slide off, clamping down hard on her back and pressing them close.

She pressed her face into Anne's neck and ran her tongue all the way up to the chin. "Oh, yeah." She let out a raspy chuckle, blowing hot breath in Anne's face. "I am gonna eat you alive."

Caught in a standing bearhug Anne squirmed a little to test the woman's hold on her, and found it solid and tightening. She had envisioned that going better than it had, but she could work with this. The stroke of the wet, pink tongue up her throat from collar to chin caused her a moment of pause, her eyes rolling back slightly with a palpable shudder of enjoyment. "Promises, promises." She teased with a smile in spite of the arms coiling tightly about her torso. Raising her arms up above her head she brought her elbows down as hard as she could on River's shoulders in hopes that she could force the older girl to release her.

Oh yeah, Styx could definitely get used to the feeling of a girl squirming against her body like Anne was doing right now, caught tight in her grip. She didn't like to get too raunchy in her official matches, preferred to stick to pure violence when the camera was rolling, but maybe she could do moves like this a little more. Sneak in a little intimacy here and there. No harm.

"I always keep my-" Styx started to haul Anne around, aiming to ram her into the wall and see how well she handled the heavy damage, but she underestimated how wily the girl was. Small or not, sometimes it didn't matter so much how hard you hit as it did where you hit, and taking elbows in her shoulder was enough to make Styx release the hold and fall back, shaking her head as she tried to recover.

Dropping to her feet Anne was thankful that worked, because she didn't really have a "plan B", stay there and enjoy the abuse maybe. Finding her feet once again she knew that she couldn't waste any time if she was going to do anything other than get her ass kicked by the bigger girl. Not waiting for River to finish whatever it was she was saying she lowered her head and charged forward, trying to ram her shoulder into the woman's stomach and throw her arms around her thighs. The aim was to lift her up for a toss, but she had to get control of the older girl first. "Well, I'm gonna make you work to keep this promise."

Anne was a smart girl, not wasting anytime - unlike some Friction bitches, she had the good sense to only speak while she was talking and not before, which meant the pressure would be on all the way through. Styx had a full laugh, or as close she could get to one while Anne's shoulder was buried in her stomach.

"Got no problem with that." She reached up and dropped her fists down in rapid sucession, trying to batter away at the delictable little punkette's back with two merciless hammer blows. BAM, BAM, one after the other. Anne had her in a weird position and she might get tossed, but not without putting up a fight for every inch.

This was one of those moments when it often paid to have a strategy, or a plan, or at least the outline of a plan. Styx was bigger than she was so lifting her was probably not going to happen very easily, the repeated blows raining down on her back weren't going to help with that either. Anne let out a grunt with accompanying wince as each hammer fist landed with a dull thump against her body. ~Okay, so that didn't work. Now what?~

"Well, if you don't wanna go up... how about you go down?" The words slipped past her lips in what was practically a hiss of exertion; innuendo intended. Clasping her hands tightly onto the back of the older girl's thighs she gave a sharp tug and then simply let herself fall forward into her opponent. It was a sloppy and improvised take-down, but she hoped it would put them on the ground and give her an advantageous position. At the least she figured it would create a convenient excuse to bury her face in Styx's lap for a minute.

Styx licked her lips as she looked down at the little spitfire below, watching as Anne wilted under the hammer blows. Little body, true. Smaller than she typically went with, but Anne was fine in many other departments, and there was definitely something to be said for her attitude. It made her curious to see how she'd handle herslef in the ring with all the stupid sexpots the AFW had to offer. Even if things got sexy, none of them would know how to handle someone who liked it this rough.

"Oh," Styx had a harsh laugh at Anne's little joke, as she raised her fist for another punshing strike. "We're both going down, it's just a matter of-"

She was cut off when Anne drove forward against her legs, destroying what little sense of balance she had in the first place. She fell down hard on her back with all the grace of a chopped tree, crashing with a smack that echoed through the room and banging her head on the floor in the process. Not pleasant. At all.

Styx groaned and started to sit up, looking around with woozy eyes while she rubbed the back of her head and winced.

Anne had come crashing down on top of River in an undignified sprawl, her back stinging and already turning pink beneath her shirt from the assault from above. She was partially stretched out on top of her opponent's legs with her head resting against the woman's hip just inches from proving what she'd said about them both going down accurate. With a masochistic and sinister chuckle the little punker began to lift herself up on all fours and shake out her dark tresses.

As she watched Styx getting up as well she realized that she needed to keep up the pressure or else River was going to be able to go on the offensive. Anne didn't exactly have any stake in winning, but she did hate to make things easy for anyone. Pushing off with her knees she launched herself forward in a feral pounce, hands grasping out blindly for the older girl's wrists as she tried to smash their bodies together with another cackle of delight. She'd stopped taunting now, saving her breath for their impromptu match.