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

The good news was that Odessa took a lot of impact out of the fall away from Styx, and for that she was eternally grateful. There were far worse things to land on that a hot, sexy body, and she knew that her weight wouldn't feel good pounding down on the black beauty.

The bad news was that Odessa secured a sleeperhold on the way down. A solid sleeperhold. Those slender yet strong arms wrapped around her throat and squeezed tight, choking the life of Styx's cigarette stained throat. She burst into a fit, thrashing like a livewire, rolling her body from side to side, trying to get into a good position to throw some elbows behind her, but she couldn't get the leverage for anything substantial. Bad positioning. And even an uber-bitch like her needed to breath.

She had an option. It wasn't her first choice in any fight, but if Styx wanted to win here, she had to use all the options on the table and take advantage of a big difference between them. Styx tried to reached over her shoulder and feel around, looking to grab a handful of Odessa's lustrous hair. Grip it, yank it hard, pull on it with all the power she could muster. She'd gladly take a clump home with her if Odessa didn't let go.

Styx's body coming down on top of her own was certainly painful. The bald woman, though she didn't have many curves, had a dense frame, and a heavy one, too. She came down hard on top of Odessa without any sort of restraint, and the ebony beauty grunted as she felt her breasts sqaushed and her stomach slammed.

But Odessa managed to put her sleeperhold on Styx, and now it looked like she might actually still be in quite the dominating position. She tightened her grip, remorseless, slowing squeezing harder and harder on Styx's throat, until it seemed that not only was she trying to choke her, but she was trying to crush her neck like a disposable straw. Styx thrashed, but Odessa just clung on tight, laying there and flexing her arms, showing off her strength as she deprived Styx of the precious oxygen that she needed.

But the bald woman was going to take advantage of one big difference between the two of them to force Odessa to let go. She reached back and grabbed a handful of Odessa's silky white hair. Then she started pulling it, yanking it, twisting it, as hard as she could. Odessa hissed and growled. She was lucky she had strong roots, or Styx might have already pulled a clump of it out. Odessa had some time before that happened. But she knew that she wasn't going to be able to just ignore the pain.

It was infuriating—when she fought someone like Isabella or Cecilia, they were on a level playing field. Isabella's white locks and Cecilia's golden ones were just as long and luscious as Odessa's own, and if one of them tried pulling her hair she could immediately retaliate in kind. She had, in fact, with both, on more than one occasion. But she couldn't do that with the bald Styx.

"Nnnnnsss...!" Odessa hissed. She kept her sleeperhold as long as she could. She hoped she could force her foe to let go, or choke her out before she could do any damage. But the pain was eventually too intense. Odessa would, reluctantly, let go of her hold, and would give her opponent a hard shove, trying to dislodge her from her awkward position on top.

People thought Styx was ugly. She knew it. They liked to whisper behind her back, they liked to yak about it on their little chatrooms while they were talking shit about her that they'd never have the balls to say when she was nearby.

She didn't care. Oh, she'd take a pipe to their heads if they talked that shit while she was around, but that was just on general principle. People didn't want women like her, who weren't afraid to put their bodies on the line and wear their scars with pride. People didn't want women who only cared about the fight and didn't join the business to play dress up. They wanted Barbie Dolls. Styx was an action figure, and she had no shame in that.

That was why she was bald. To set herself as far apart from the Cecilias and the Isabellas as humanly possible and to spit on every preconceived notion the AFW had of what a hardcore wrestler should be. And it saved her money on hair products. And it saved her time on haircare. And it was one less thing that bitches could grab in the middle of a fight. Aside from her scalp getting too cold in the winter, no drawbacks.

Styx was all too happy to demonstrate that advantage, too, as she pulled away on Odessa's hair and tried to yank it off clean. To her great dismay, she wouldn't be taking the hair home as a trophy, but she was allowed to breath again, so she felt like she was getting ahead.

She rolled away as Odessa pushed her and flopped over on her back, breaking into a coughing fit as her windpipe cleared. Styx was just glad she'd decided to take a little break on the cigarettes before this fight. Helped keep her stamina up a little higher than usual. Styx wasn't done, though, and she took the opportunity to at least try and get in a quick hit while they were on the floor. She brought her leg up and shot it straight out, trying to jab her heel into Odessa's rib and strike the sweet spot once again.

Odessa felt at her head after giving Styx a hard shove and forcing her away. Her beautiful white mane was still intact, though it did seem that a few strands might have been torn out during her opponent's violent, if brief, hairpulling session. While Odessa knew it was exactly what her opponent expected of her, the fact that her appearance might have been significantly marred by this match had distressed her greatly.

"You—" Odessa began, growling, but she wasn't going to be allowed to finish that thought. Odessa didn't expect Styx's foot to come crashing hard into her ribs. She thought she had at least a few more seconds. Styx wasn't giving her that extra time. She struck, and she hit the sweet spot. Odessa felt her ribs protest, and thought she might have felt them re-crack a little bit again. This time, she let out a full, pained cry.

"Nnaaaagh!" Odessa quickly rolled away, hands clutching at her side. She would maneuver herself behind the nearest overturned table, keeping an eye on Styx from around the side of it while trying to give herself every possible second to recover from that last blow that she could. She hoped her opponent was winded. She prayed for just one minute to gather herself before going to war again. Right now, Odessa didn't like the way this match was going.

Styx wound a few strands of hair around her fingers as she pulled back up, smiling to herself as she felt of the gossamer strands. Not much. Not nearly as much as she wanted. But far better than nothing, and, to her greet enjoyment, more than enough to put a little venom in Odessa's voice. Good. Great. Perfect.The more pissed she was, the harder she'd fight, the better Styx would look after she beat her senseless and left her laying.

She would've loved to enjoy the look on anguish on Odessa's face, but by the time she'd finally looked back, all she got was a shot of her fine ass as she scooted behind another table. Hiding. Smart move. It wouldn't save her, but smart.

Styx stood up, breathing hard all the way, and started to go after Odessa. She'd only taken a few steps when she caught something out of the corner of her eye: her metal baseball bat, still sitting over near the middle of the from where it had been thrown earlier. This was as good a time as any to bring it back into play, and if Odessa wanted to gimp herself by not using weapons to even things up, that was her problems.

She drunkingly hobbled over to the bat and picked it up as quickly as her aching arms would allow, then tapped it hard on the floor a few times, filling the store with its foreboding sound. She looked over her shoulder to see what Odessa was getting up to in the meantime. "Coming for you, bitch."

Styx didn't stay down nearly as long as Odessa would have liked. Just a few seconds after Odessa got behind the table, she heard Styx clamber up onto her feet. The bald woman was like a bulldozer, and was just as difficult to stop. Odessa knew that she could win, but she would have to play a perfect game from here on out. She breathed deeply. She had done it before. She could do it again. Most important of all, she could remain cool and collected, and, in doing so, annoy River Styx to no end.

Odessa was preparing to stand when she heard Styx smacking the tile floor with her baseball bat. Even without seeing it, Odessa could tell what it was just by the distinctive sound. She mouthed a curse. Styx's reliance on weapons doubtlessly put Odessa at a disadvantage. Were they not allowed any weapons, Odessa felt that she would win a match with Styx, and win it easily, too. The woman was not graceful or tactical. But she was strong, and she could bludgeon Odessa into unconsciousness with that bat before Odessa could do it to her with her fists.

Odessa looked around her. Nothing but bras and panties scattered about. It wasn't much, but Odessa could use them...if she could only get close enough to Styx to do it. She hated to use weapons, but it seemed to her that this would hardly even count...

Grabbing one of the bras, Odessa would stand up and step out from behind the overturned table. She would take a deep breath, bend her knees a little, and then spread her arms challengingly. "Come on. Take your best shot, darling."

Styx looked at Odessa. She looked at the bra in her hand. She looked from the bra, to the bat she was holding up. Then, back to the bra. From there, back to her bat. Bra. Bat. Bra. Bat. After that moment passed, Styx did something she only did in extremely rare circumstances: she laughed. Out loud. Hard.

With her raspy voice and scarred lungs, it almost sounded like a cough more than a laugh, but the smile on Styx's face didn't leave much doubt. It wasn't even some evil cackle - it was a genuine, full-bodied guffaw. That was genuinely the funniest thing she'd ever seen. At least in a fight.

"You have got to be retarded." She swiped the bat upwards and hit the sprinkler above her head, knocking the showerhead off and sending a burst of water down, drizzling over her body. Good and cleansing, refreshing and cool.

"I've got a metal bat and you've got a fucking bra. Kind of says everything about this, don't it?"

Styx sighed as the water cascaded over her body, took one moment to relax, and then she charged at Odessa head on, kicking a table out of the way as she neared. She reared back with the bat and swung it towards the black beauty full force, like she was trying to score a home run with her skull.

Odessa expected her opponent's reaction to be something like that. She was sure that she looked ridiculous, holding that bra like it was an equivalent weapon to Styx's bat. But Odessa wasn't so concerned with how she looked at any particular moment. She would look like a queen once she'd vanquished Styx at the end of this match, and that was all that really mattered to her.

She was glad that Styx seemed to find this so hilarious, though. The bald woman honestly seemed like she needed to laugh more.

"I do think it says just about everything that needs to be said about this, yes," Odessa would agree. "But we'll see whether you're laughing in a minute or two, River, dear." Odessa would swing the bra around in her hand and then bent her knees, just as Styx came running at her.

Styx slowed down a bit to kick that table out of the way as she got close to Odessa. That was when the ebony beauty would make her move. She would lurch forward and duck down low, letting the bat pass above her head. She knew that one or two direct hits, to her skull or her chest, would put her out of this fight for good. She had to be careful. As Styx followed through on the missed swing, Odessa would come back up, now behind her foe. She would try to throw a quick kick to Styx's ankle to unbalance her, and then, following up on that as fast as she could, Odessa would try to wrap her arms around her foe from behind and get the bra she held wrapped around Styx's neck. She would try to pin Styx's bat to the bald woman's body with the pit of her elbow, too, just to keep herself safe.

It wasn't a particularly secure position. But maybe being choked for the second time in as many minutes would be enough to really hamper the brutal Styx.

"Bitch," Styx shook her head as she tore up the store, storming her way towards her like a speeding glacier. "In three minutes you'll be knocked the fuck out."

Styx wasn't deterred when she missed the first swing. She was the stronger one between her and Odessa, but that came at the price of speed. So what? A good hit. One, solid strike, and she could get this bitch down. And once she was down, Styx would make sure she stayed down. At least until the EMTs arrived.

Styx gripped the bat tight and prepared to swing it around once again, trying to hit Odessa and take her out before she could get up to trouble behind her - too late. The only warning Styx received was a brief flash over her eyes, and then the lacy garment closed around her windpipe.

The bra. Odessa was choking her out with the goddamn bra. That was what Styx wanted to do, and she'd gone and ruined the moment without even knowing it. That maybe pissed her off even more than the pithy back and forth, and Styx tried to bring her bat and hit Odessa while she clung tight. Wasn't happening, not with the way it was being gripped by the black beauty. It was a weird, awkward hold, but that didn't make it ineffective.

This was, what? The second, third time that Odessa had tried to put her to sleep? Getting old, and Styx voiced her displeasure by pushing back with her feet while she thrased around. She attempted to drive them hard toward the dressing stalls, where the referee was frantically trying to escape by rolling under the walls. Smart woman.

Odessa's tactic was met with completely, untempered success. Styx missed her shot, and then was kept from attempting another one as Odessa wrapped the bra around her throat and, as she did so, used her conveniently-placed left arm to hook the metal baseball bat and force it up against Styx's body. She tried her best to lock that arm and hold the bat there, while she maneuvered her other arm to choke Styx out as effectively as possible.

Of course, Styx could still flex her muscles and use her strength even when Odessa was behind her, choking her out. She had made that perfectly clear already, and she would do it again. Odessa knew that if she tried to hold her ground as Styx pushed back she would just have her upper body pushed back, unbalancing her. She would fall, and end up underneath Styx, still trying to choke her. Just like she had a minute before. It had not turned out well.

No, Odessa was going to move with it. She would give a little, letting Styx peddle them backwards, heading for the hapless referee and the dressing stalls which she was standing in front of. The girl rolled out of the way just in time, and the two fighters would barrel into one of the stalls, the door swinging inwards and slamming into the wall with a loud smack. Odessa would plant her feet then, once they were inside, and she would lean back against the full-length mirror on the wall. She would just try to keep Styx still. Keep her from moving. That was all she could do in this position—except, maybe, for a little something to hamper the bald woman's efforts.

Odessa would try to kick her foe's ankle hard, repeatedly. Hopefully she could hamper Styx's movement. Odessa was already faster, and if she could hobble Styx she might be able to win this.

Of course, they had just found their way into a very restricted area. Odessa would have to get them back out into the main area of the store if she wanted her speed to have any effect. But at least inside the stall Styx could not take her down to the floor to break the chokehold.