Danika Gorski vs. River Styx - First Class

Danika's kicks were taking their toll. Between the kendo stick strike from earlier and the stomach blows, it hurt Styx just to sit up. She could feel her muscles contract and contort in a mess of mangled muscles, but at the moment she could do little more than endure the pain. That and be thankful that Danika was busy with other things, giving her a moment to breath, recoup, and put her guts in the right order.

She started to make her way back up to her feet, clutching her stomach while Danika set up the ladder. She wanted to put a stop to it, but she was still hurting from the onslaught. Moving hurt. Breathing hurt. Styx could recover in a minute or so, but that seemed like such a long way off...

Danika set up the ladder near the announce table, and noticed Styx getting up. Danika wanted to toss her up on top of the table, but knew softening her up would be the smartest thing to do. Danika knew of Styx hardcore reputation, a d wanted to show tnat she herself could make a mark in that department.

Danika quickly moved towards Styx, looking to drive her knee into Styx mid-section! Danika couldn't let anything stop her best laid plans at this point...

Styx, despite the pain, saw Danika coming her way. She was hurting, sure. More than she expected to be. More than she would have liked. But she was ready.

Danika sailed through air and cracked her right in the stomach, targeting the same battered muscles she'd gone after twice before. Styx let out a roar of agony and rage as the strike exploded in her midsection, but this time she didn't falter and held her ground. Instead of stumbling, she reached around Danika's knee and grabbed it before she could bring it down, trying to hold her in place while she threw a punch into the rebelluous Russian's chest with her brass knuckles.

Danika was hit so hard in the chest that she felt the wind escape her lungs! She didn't have the padding there that some of these women had....

Danika fell back awkwardly as Styx held onto her knee. Danika held her chest as the point of impact throbbed. She hopped on her free leg, trying to think of something. Had Styx held only her foot an enziguri kick would have been an option, but she didn't have a good angle like this. Her right shoulder and wrist were banged up as well....

This sure didn't look good as Danika did her best to maintain her composure and do as much damage control as she could in this predicament.

Styx loved her brass knuckles. They were small and compact, ideal for surprise situations and convenient carry. Simple to use, a great compliment to her style. But, most of all, she loved the feeling she got when she slammed them into a body. The feel of impact as they crashed into bones and didn't stop where a normal punch would've. It almost made Styx feel like she could punch through someone, with just a little a more force, and it made her wish she could get X-Rays of her opponents, post-fight. Put them up on a wall. Maybe make a collage.

It was also fucking effective, and Danika was living proof of that. Wide open. In pain. Vulnerable. Styx knew just how to capitalize.

She kept the hold on Danika's knee and wrapped knuckled arm around the bitch's body, pulling her in close and hold her tight. Styx lifted her up, ran forward, and tried to ram her back into the ladder she'd been setting up, crashing into it with all the subtlety and grace of a train wreck.

Danika cringed and felt her whole back explode in pain as she was crashed against the ladder and sent tumbling!

Danika was now shouting out in agony and her eyes closed shut as tears began to form. She was breathing heavily and even that seemed to hurt right now. "D-damn you..." was all she could mutter as she laid on the floor writhing in pain. Styx was a different breed of opponent than she had ever fought. This was sadistic pleasure taken in pain, not just a means to achieve victory.

Danika needed to get up, unable to do so on her own. She began to crawl to the barricade, hoping to use that to get slowly to her feet.

Styx let Danika go after the crash and watched her broken body fall to the floor. She was crawling now. Writhing around in pain. Cursing. It seemed like she finally had a good idea of just who she was dealing with, here, but Styx felt that wasn't the only thing for her to learn. This was a classic teachable moment.

"You're new at this." Styx walked after Danika as she crawled along the floor, still rubbing her bruised midsection as she went. The skin was already turning into a lovely violet hue. "I can tell. So let me see if I can help you along with a few tips. Might give you something to work with in a future hardcore match. After the surgeries."

She stood behind Danika and watched her grab the barricade, slowly making her way up. "First tip: keep them down. Always." She let Danika get up about halfway, allowed her to have the hope that she might stand up and find a way to salvage this...then she dashed it all by reaching for her hair, grabbing hold of it, and trying to ram her face into the barricade

Danika was not only being horribly beaten, but now humiliated with false good will in the form of advice. She could only imagine the smirk Styx had on her face.

Just as Danika was up on her feet, she felt a firm grip on her hair.... "No no no no...." The muttered. No, plead. She was reduced to a plea for mercy, and one that would not be heeded as her head was smashed against the barricade!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Danika yelled out in pain as the crowd booed Styx. Her eye was the first thing to make contact. As Danika bounced off the barricade and hit the ground she knew her eye would be swelled up, black and blue....

Styx stood back and enjoyed the sight of Danika flopping about and the sweet lamentation in her voice. That was the great thing about living a life on the road, devoid of modern conveniences. She'd learned to love the simple pleasures in life.

Second tip." She walked over to the kendo stick that Danika dropped a moment ago and picked it up. Styx twirled it about with her wrist, making sure the crowd got a good look at it. Anticipation building. "When you get a good weapon, use it. Get some mileage out of it before you toss it away."

Styx let out a fierce roar and broke into a sudden dash back towards Danika. She raised up the kendo stick and brought it down with a fierce swing towards the Russian's legs the moment she was close enough, aiming for the kneecap.

Danika cried out in pain again as her right knee took a direct hit, sending her back down to the floor! She didn't know how this went so far south.. but she knew she could never be humiliated like this agian.

Unfortunately, she was in a heap unable to do much of anything to prevent the continued onslaught of Styx. Pleading only pissed off Styx, or greatly pleased her. Neither case was good for Danika. Instead, she just gazed through the tears into Styx with a look of pure hatred for the woman.