Notes from the Underworld

Jessica was the gambling sort of girl. She had gambled and won with the arm wrestling. But she would never bet on River picking up the whole damn table and launching herself at Jessica. Jessica was lifted off the ground and collided with the wall. The collision racked her body with pain and she cried out her pain.

"So that's how it is going to be, huh." Jessica was still upright after the collision, and although staggered, and ready to brawl. She pushed the table to the side to try and get a clean shot at River. A quick step forward got her in to position to launch a massive uppercut at River. In one fluid motion Jessica threw the massive punch River's way to see if she was ready for a little retaliation.

Styx's manic smile returned as Jessica screamed, a lovely little country sonata. It would be nice to bang around a woman who could keep up the pace for once - outside of Liberty, most of her opponents had been delicate things. Styx liked her girls with some muscle on their bones, and this one fit the bill.

She reeled back for a straight the moment the table was thrown away, but Jessica beat her to the punch, literally, with an uppercut that cut deep into her stomach. River gasped and gagged, but instead of falling away, she moved right into Jessica's face, so close she could taste the cigar on her breath. "Yeah." She shot her head forward, lashing out with a fierce headbutt. "That's how it's gonna be. Problem, slut?"

Jessica reeled and grabbed her nose after the head butt. The crunch was fairly sickening. Bone on bone always did that. This woman wasn't kidding when she said she didn't like 'pussy' matches and was testifying here. Jessica quickly assessed her options. Her pride wouldn't let her run away nor was turning her back to River a good idea. Jessica didn't have the space to kick River, or at least get a good kick in.

That left her with her back against the wall and an angry belligerent woman right in her face. "Not a problem at all honey." Jessica made a grab towards River's muscular shoulders and did her best to guide River, so very very painfully, head first into the wall.

Styx had a notoriously hard head, and hard a week went by where she didn't have it slamming into someone or something. Today was one of the rare days were both happened. That was a good sign.

She pressed forward, trying to pin Jessica to the wall and start a good mollywhopping on her, but Jessica and force known as momentum had different ideas. The next thing Styx knew, she was eating a facefull of drywall. She slammed into it so hard it that the cheap wall cracked on the impact and crushed her nose, making a few drops of blood sprinkle from her nostrils.

"Fuck!" Styx staggered back, stunned, and threw a backfist towards Jessica's face on pure instinct as she reeled.

River's backfist hit home but it was badly aimed and not terrifically effective. It hit her just below her eye but still sent Jessica back a half step. Being faceplanted into the wall seemed like it was somewhat more painful so Jessica wasn't going to complain. Jessica was still within striking distance and was prepared to take full advantage of it.

"Speaking of fuck..." Jessica reached down and gave River's ass a smack before reaching around her belly. She then tried to raise the hellion up into the air and back down for suplex trying to throw the book at her while she was still not ready to fight back.

Ah, so that was what it felt like to have your ass smacked. Styx had always been curious what it felt like to be on the other end.

Aside from making her even more hot, the slap inject a little more life into Styx's veins and helped her forget about the growing metallic smell that was dominating her senses. By the time Jessica wrapped her arms around Styx's waist, she was just lucid enough to do something about it.

She grabbed hold of the dealer's table for leverage and planted her feet, resisting the suplex and staying on the ground. Styx took the opportunity to thrust her ass out behind her, letting out a lewd moan as it rubbed over Jessica's crotch, then followed up with a little pain to top of the pleasure - she swung around and tried to elbow the Violent Violet in her ribs.

Jessica expected the woman to get airborne but River remained terrestrial with a perfect counter balance. She even backed right that ass up right into Jessica, just how she liked it. She liked the elbow that crunched into her side considerably less and released River. Jessica knew how strong she was, having just arm wrestled her, but the amount of pain River dished out with an elbow literally had her on her back feet.

A few steps back was enough to gain some distance between her and the blonde bomber. Jessica found her wrestling stance to be almost second nature at this point. A stupid part of her she could string together a few blows, pull River's top off to humiliate her, and get the hell out of Dodge. That proved to be a ridiculous notion as River looked like she was ready to go the distance even in this bar brawl.

"If you beg to lick my pussy I won't break your nose." Jessica growled at River. She was just tipsy enough to think that was a good idea.

Once a wrestler, always a wrestler. Styx didn't know Jessica's personal biography - and she didn't much care, being honest - but as she turned around and saw her in a grappling stance like they were in the middle of the ring, it seemed pretty safe to say she had some history in the squared circle. Might make for an interesting conversation in between orgasms. For now, just a footnote.

"Please." She snorted up some blood and spat it to the side. "Once I squeeze my tongue into that tight-ass snatch of yours, you'll be begging me not stop. Besides," She wiped away the stream of red coming out of her nose. "80% sure it's already broken."

Interlude over. More fighting.

Styx reached to the side, grabbed a chair, and flung it straight towards Jessica's head in one, reckless move. As soon as it was free from her hand, she started running forward and tried to plow into her with an old-fashioned spear.

Jessica managed to get her hand up in time so the chair wouldn't hit her directly in the head. She thought she was safe until she was speared to the ground and went down like sack of potatoes. Her body went limp for a second as she tumbled on to the wooden floor. The back of her head was the first body part to hit the ground and that knocked out a few cobwebs.

Jessica looked up to find a bloody, sex crazed woman on top of her. Jessica tried to grab a fistful of hair to pull her off like River so graciously recommended earlier. It wouldn't have earned Jessica much applause or adulation in the ring but the AFW arena was a fair distance away from this dingy little bar in the crap part of Tokyo.

Styx had precious fews hairs to grap - just a few strands on the front of her head, her unique 'I Give Not A Single Fuck' style. So when a woman with Jessica's strength started pulling away at what little hair she had, the result was inevitable. Off it came, right at the roots. All that was left on Stxy's head was peach fuzz, now.

Styx rarely screamed, but that made her scream. It wasn't pure pain, though - oh, that hurt like a bitch, yes, but there was some lust mixed in there, too, and it showed clear in her crazed, lusty eyes. "Come here."

She grabbed Jessica's head from both side and roughly mashed their faces together, going into a kiss that could barely be called a kiss. To the observer, it would probably look like Styx was trying devour Jessica's face, and it might have felt that way, too, thanks to all the clashing teeth and the occasional bite on her lips. "Fucking slut, gonna fuck-"