Odessa Brock vs. River Styx - #1 Contender Match for the Hardcore Championship

Styx would really have to thank Jessica the next time they met up. She and her fuck buddy had engaged in a non-stop night of wild sex a few days ago, and it helped her ease up some of the sexual tension from the tag battle and properly de-hornify herself. She had a feeling Odessa would pull some shit like this, and while she was by no means sexually exhausted, she wasn't quite as ga-ga for them as she had been the last time.

That didn't mean she couldn't get smothered out by them, though, and as Odessa pulled her tight into the cleavage, she found herself in a hot, dark world where no air could enter or escape. Everything was so soft and welcoming, but at the same time, it was everywhere, and the iron grip around her head kept the seal in place. Odessa's little jibes only made the insulting move even more insulting, as Styx found herself staring at the most humiliating championship match of all time.

But there was something Styx heard over Odessa's words. It was faint, in the background, coming from the crowd, but she recognized it well. Laughter. The crowd was laughing at her. Sneering and snickering, treating this like the joke they all probably considered the hardcore division to be. Styx had come for a match. They'd come for slapstick.

They wanted a show? She'd give them a show.

Styx opened her mouth, let out a  muffled scream into Odessa's enveloping tits, and bit down hard into the flesh, letting her teeth sink deep.

Odessa heard a few scattered members of the crowd behind them chuckling or laughing as the ebony beauty tightened her grip on River Styx's head, pulling the woman with the shaved head closer and closer to her, pressing Styx's face up into her cleavage, nestled in her ample bosom. Odessa didn't do anything to encourage the laughter, but she also would not do anything to make them stop. If Styx was going to come around, she needed to be suitably humiliated. She needed to understand just how effective Odessa's style of fighting could be.

Of course, Odessa knew the one major risk with this tactic. She tried to avoid it as much as possible by pulling Styx's face as tight as she could against her chest, hoping to form a vacuum and prevent her from opening her mouth. But it wasn't perfect, and Styx found an opening. She bit down hard on Odessa's right tit, and the ebony beauty, with a hissing groan, would immediately pull herself away, giving Styx a hard shove to put some distance between them.

As Odessa got to her knees, she rubbed at her chest with one hand. Styx hadn't held back. She had probably broken the skin. It was going to hurt for a while. But the fact that she had been forced to resort to biting was still a victory for Odessa, who smirked at her foe as she rose to her feet.

River Styx bit down deep, put all of her jaw's force into the bite and gnawed on Odessa's tit like a rabid dog on her favorite bone. It was oddly satisfying, especially to know that it would probably leave some kind of scar, at least of a little while. No matter where Odessa went or what she did, there'd always be a little reminder of the special time they'ds shared together.

Odessa didn't take it for long and Styx was forced off, rolling away and putting some distance between the two of them. She stopped only when she slammed into the wall with her chest to the floor, right below a few clothing racks. Breathing hard, filling her lungs back up with air, but still in the fight and more than ready to get payback.

Styx started to rise as she recouped, swatting the clothing racks away as she did and showering herself with plastic hangers and skimpy bras. She snatched one of them from off her face and shot a fierce glare at Odessa, a fitting counter to her silly smile.

"You taste like shit, bitch." Not true. Styx had snuck in a few licks before they pulled away, and learned that Odessa was surprisingly good on the tongue. A rich, tangy flavor.

Odessa knew that Styx's bite was likely to leave some kind of a scar, even after the immediate hurt died away. That would be annoying. Odessa would look into rectifying that unfortunate situation later. But right now, she had a match to take care of.

Odessa got up onto her feet. Styx would do the same, pushing at racks and sending frilly little lingerie flying as she surged up onto her feet, still sucking air after the lengthy smother she had endured. When she insulted Odessa, telling her how bad she tasted and what she tasted like, the ebony Briton smirked. "If I taste like it, then you're full of it, Styx, dear," Odessa would taunt, as she would begin to move forward, waiting for an opening.

It was now that Odessa decided to get a little trickier still. As she moved forward, she knew Styx wouldn't expect her to go for a weapon. And Odessa wouldn't really use a weapon—but she hoped that Styx would have just as much trouble with the armful of skimpy nightgowns and teddies as she had with those bras. After throwing the lingerie, Odessa would lunge forward, hoping to slam her fist hard into Styx's abdomen.

River Styx swore, she was going to find the dipshit who thought she was being funny with this match setup, strap her to a table, and ram every single one of the little, frilly-ass nightgowns right down her throat. Styx had just managed to get all the crap off her back and shoulders when Odessa threw a fresh batch of it in her face, covering her bald head with a pink one piece made for a girl that was far too young to be wearing it.

"Stop with that-" A punch to the gut stopped that sentence halfway, and Styx could admit that she was a little surprised - a dirtier move than she would have expected from an uptown girl like Odessa, all prim and proper. Maybe some real hardcore wrestling was rubbing off on her. Styx doubted it, but time would tell the tale.

The blow knocked out all the wind that she'd managed to take back after the breast smother and doubled Styx over, but it also had the pleasant effect of giving her some direction on Odessa's position, even with her sight obscured. She acted on that immediately and retaliated with a surge forward while she was still bent over, plowing into the black beauty's stomach with a shoulder tackle, hoping to drive her hard into whatever was behind her.

Odessa had taken a small step closer to Styx's style of fighting a hardcore fight, as she threw the clothing in the bald woman's face and then followed it up with a surprise sucker punch to the stomach. Odessa didn't like weapons or outside influence, but she knew she would need to submit to using them at least to some small extent if she wanted a chance here. She could pull it off with elegance and grace. That was not a problem for the ebony beauty.

She was in a good position. But Styx quickly turned it around. Before Odessa could say anything more, her opponent plowed into her with a shoulder tackle, slamming into Odessa's stomach and knocking the wind out of her, just as Odessa had knocked the wind out of Styx. Odessa stumbled backwards, trying to stop Styx and steady herself. Before she could, she ran into another clothing rack. With a surprised shout, Odessa went backwards, tumbling head over heels over the rack as it collapsed underneath the combined weight of the two fighters.

With any luck, Styx would come down with her.

If there was one thing Styx knew, it was violence. On the outside, things might appear chaotic and brutal in the middle of a brawl like this. But even the craziest fight had a rhythm to it. A certain tone you could pick up if you were familiar enough with the beat. And she was starting to feel the music on this one.

She let out a fierce, feral scream as their bodies clashed and another part of the store was wrecked, smashing through everything in their way the battle was driven across the store. The two crashed into the rack and brought it down with them, rolling into a tumbling mess of flailing limbs and garments. Styx’s swinging leg knocked away a few wire baskets as she jockeyed with Odessa for position, their bodies sliding along the slick floor.

The clusterfuck ended with Odessa on top, but it didn’t have to stay that way - Styx was the heavier girl here by a fair amount, but even so, she didn’t relish the idea of having her on top. Styx’s hand came up and pushed at Odessa’s face with wriggling, scratching fingers, as she tried to push her back far enough to reel back and get a good right hook to the ribs with her spare arm. She had a feeling those bones were still tender from the last encounter, now she was wanted to learn just how much.

Odessa went tumbling back, but she managed to bring Styx with her. Actually, the bald woman seemed eager to remain in contact with Odessa, keep fighting, without a break. It made sense, but it also gave Odessa a little bit of hope, as the two of them would go tumbling over the downed clothing rack, Odessa actually managing to turn Styx over and put herself on top. Odessa would rise up and put her hands on Styx's shoulders, trying to pin her down amidst the frilly pink undies scattered across the floor beneath them.

But the barbarian gave her a hard shove and forced Odessa further up, not allowing her to actually get that pin in place. Then, Styx pulled out another page from her playbook full of tricks, as she took a shot at Odessa's ribs, still tender from their last encounter.

The ebony beauty would only just barely manage to stifle a very uncustomary cry of pain. She bit her lip as she fell back, rolling to the side, one hand clutching at her ribs. Turning around, she would try to aim a kick at Styx if she followed. With any luck, Odessa could force her to keep her distance until the pain in the ribs died down. But if it didn't...

Styx spat off to the side as Odessa got knocked away - she saw the look on her face, saw the tension in her body. She was holding back, robbing her of the scream that she deserved. Styx had spent a good amount of time damaging Odessa's body, and she was going to see the fruit from her work. One way or the other.

She was hungry for it, and she went on the attack the  moment she got back to her feet, rushing towards Odessa and knocking over a display table as she closed in. Styx reared back for a punch as soon as she got close, more than willing to batter the black bitch into the floor, but a kick to her stomach stopped the effort cold, made even worse by all the momentum she'd been coming in with. Odessa's boot sunk in deep, past her hardened abs and right into the stomach.

She was sent staggering away and then downed table came back to haunt her as she nearly tripped over it, only managing to save herself when she grabbed hold of a shelf with some assorted perfume bottles on it. Glass perfume bottles.

Styx grabbed the bottles and started hurling them at Odessa, one after the other, as many as she could get away with. She'd have to deal with the smell for the rest of the match, but it would be worth the trouble to get in some quick damage on Odessa. Plus, bonus points for irony.

Odessa's defensive kick, thrown with little forethought in an effort to halt any quick attack on Styx's part, hit its mark beautifully. The bald woman was overeager and overconfident, obviously wanting to take advantage of the injury she had so unfairly inflicted upon Odessa after their earlier tag team match. Odessa's foot sunk deep. It slammed into Styx's abdomen, and the ebony beauty could feel her opponent's flesh mold around her boot before Styx bounced backwards and staggered away.

With any luck, she would be feeling some small measure of the same pain that she had caused Odessa to experience by cracking her ribs.

That gave time for Odessa to recover. The pain subsided, and the ebony beauty was able to regain her composure and get back up onto her feet. Unfortunately, right as she did, Styx started throwing perfume bottles. The first one slung by Odessa unseen—when she heard glass shattering to her right side, it surprised her. She turned that way, and the next one hit her on her upper arm, shattering against it, scratching it, and coating it in sticky, sweet scent. The third one smashed against Odessa's face, only shattering partway, but the beauty would let out a truncated cry as she felt glass shards digging into her flesh.

Damn. She was going to have to find a way to make Styx pay for that...

Quickly, Odessa would duck behind the nearest table, letting the rest of the bottles that Styx threw either fly over her head or smash against the table in front of her. As they did, Odessa picked a few shards from her skin. There was a little blood, and it made her angry. She would wait to see what Styx would do, forming potential plans in her mind, waiting for her foe's move...