Hardcore 102

Another day, another Friction, another crowd. The people were getting into the show pretty well so far, turning out in solid numbers to watch a good episode. Mostly hentai matches today, one of which strangely turned into a crowd brawl...then changed back into a hentai match again, right in the middle of the crowd. So that was fun. Everyone was in good spirits, everyone was enjoying themselves, smiles were abounding. Then this music began to play and it was all downhill from there.

The crowd went from elation to utter revulsion so quickly you'd have thought they were controlled with a switch, and it only became worse when the object of their hatred walked out onstage - River Styx. The newly crowned #1 Contender for the Hardcore championship. She came out in her dark, baggy pants and her grey wifebeater, with the upside cross representing her favorite band, Heresy. She extended her hands to the side and flipped the audience off with both barrels, fully extended as she made her way down the ramp. It had been a few weeks since she won the #1 contender spot, and she was still hurting all over - little aches and pains, here and there. Nothing she couldn't put up with. Her smile was wide and bright, and it only seemed to grow as the audience became louder.

Let them jeer. Let them boo. Let them crow. Styx could not have conceivavbly given less of a fuck. She'd won. She'd clawed through every opponent they'd thrown her way. She'd come out victorious despite all the odds, every one who'd stayed in her way, every little bitch that pulled her back.

Fuck them all, she'd won. God damn it, she wished she had a horse she could've ridden down the ramp.

Styx made her way up the steel steps and brought her leg over the top rope, stepping inside the ring. She took a ginger little stroll to the other side and leaned over the ropes, pointing straight at the announcer's table. "Give me the mic." The announcer seemed hesitant and the crowd urged her not to, all while she looked back and forth. Then Styx turned her curling finger into a balled fist, and the decision was much easier to make.

"Thank you kindly." Styx took the microphone out of the nervous announcer's hands and made her way to the center of the ring. She took a deep breath, looking happier and more jubilant than she had in a long, long time.

"Hello, all you happy little dumbfucks." She sighed and spun around on her heel, doing the best pirouette a six foot tall woman in boots could ever hope to do. The crowd, of course, did not approve.  And then came the chants.

"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

Styx brought her hand up to her ear and batted her eyelashes. "Oh, what's that?" She leaned over to the side. "I suck, you say? I suck. Okay. Let's review. I won the tag match. I beat Odessa - 1, 2, 3." She ticked it off with  her fingers. "I am the #1 Contender for the Hardcore Championship. But...I...suck. Huh."

She shook her head and made her way over to the corner, where she quickly hopped up on the turnbuckle and sat down. "I'll tell you a story. The first AFW match I ever saw was a hardcore match, but not just any hardcore match. This was a hell in a cell match. No DQ. For the title! Weapons encouraged." She leaned forward and placed her elbows against her knees. "It was between Cecilia Northman and...some Japanese chick, can't remember her name, it's not important. What is important is that stipulation. 'Weapons encouraged.'"

Styx ran a hand over her head. Nice and smooth. "So they fight, Cecilia and this Japanese chick. And they fight. And they fight. And they fight. They throw kicks. They do holds. They do moves on each other.  Cecilia even tries to fuck the girl with her dingy finisher - if you tuned in at the wrong time, you'd think it was a hentai match. In fact, the only way you'd know it was a hardcore match would be if you watched the point where Cecilia threw a kendo stick in the ring...and didn't even fucking use it. Jesus Christ."

Styx hopped off the turnbuckle and pointed her finger out in the audience, sweeping over the lot of them. "That was your hardcore champion. That's your 'Hardcore Queen'. A Swede with big tits who doesn't even have the stones to use a weapon in a hardcore match that encourages it. That's when I realize that you people don't know what 'hardcore' really means. You think it's stupid gimmicks and skimpy outfits, but it's not. That's not even close. You boo me? You people should be on your knees, kissing my boots, thanking me!" She stomped them on the canvas a few times and pointed down, as if she expected them to start lining up for the pleasure. A small part of her did. "I've brought real hardcore wrestling to this company. Not the same old dumb blondes having the same old stupid matches over and over again. True brutality. Raw power. I am the best hardcore wrestler in this company, and when I become the hardcore champion - and I will become the hardcore champion - I'll automatically be the best champion in this company. I won't start fights with some random bitch from Tension who clotheslines people with her boobs. I won't piss and moan about how nobody takes my division seriously. I will just get in this ring, week after week, and lay out every fucker who comes down that ramp."

She turned towards the entrance and let her smile drop a bit - but not too much. It simply turned into a cocky grin. "But no one's going to come down that ramp. Ever. Because the hardcore division only has one, real member."

Styx gave her chest a hearty thump. "Me."

Not long after River had finished her rant about no-one showing up to face her did a familiar track start to play over the speakers. The crowds jeers transforming into cheers as Adrian Kytes stepped through the curtain, dressed pretty much as though she was about to have a match herself, microphone in hand. "Greeat speech out there." the cosplayer droned on sarcastically. "You really know what the hardcore division is all about, don't you?" She asked, chuckling to herself. "You, River Styx, don't know shit about Hardcore wrestling." She declared to a cheering crowd as the brunette advanced on the ring.

"I'm Philidelphia born and raised, the freaking home of Hardcore wrestling, I've seen people use thumbtacks, Light tubes, legos and Weed Whackers in matches, some including people I trained with. You think that all there is to it is just wailing on people with sticks, no holds, no normal strikes? Just wailing on each other until one person gets Lukemia? That ain't hardcore, that's Garbage wrestling." She said, stepping into the ring and going face to face with the bald woman. No fear in her eyes despite the size differance. "If you want to know what real Hardcore wrestling is about. I can show it to you tonight."

Despite what River had said, she did expect someone to come out. That was the great thing about the AFW, one of the few things she'd give the place over the seedier and raunchier dives she'd fought in before - there was always some bitch hanging around backstage, looking to make a name for herself. Victims on tap.

But she had to admit, of all the people she expected might be crazy enough to show up, this one didn't quite make the list. Not that she was disappointed...oh, no. This was a pleasant surprise.

"Adrian, Adrian, Adrian Kytes." Her head bobbed from side to side as she looked down at the fighter from Philly "I'll be honest, Adrian. I kind of like you. Pretty good wrestler, one of the few on the main scene who isn't some annoying, screeching blonde bitch. Good talent. I'd like to see you do more matches - normal matches - so putting you in traction?" She took a deep breath and shook her head.

"I'm divided on it. So, I'll tell you what - limited time offer. You can walk right back up the way you came - sure, you'll get booed, but you'll also get to spend the next few nights in your home instead of a hospital, and it won't be nearly as  embarrasing. Or," Her eyes narrowed and darkened, as she brought their faces closer together. No more smiles. "You can stay. And I'll give you the worst, most humiliating beating of your soon-to-be-greatly-shortened life. The smart thing or the heroic thing. Choose."

Styx dropped the microphone at her side. Whatever happened next, she was done talking.

Adrian raised an eyebrow at River's words. She wasn't expecting to be complimented when she answered what added up to be an open challenge, but then again she wasn't exactly the standard AFW wrestler herself. While she wasn't full on alternative like River Styx was, she was just as different from what would be the theoretical default AFW girl. She was flat chested, dressed pretty conservatively and... okay she still had the ego of an AFW wrestler, that was something most of them shared. And River's offer to back down was making it flare up. 

The brunette snarled her teeth at River as she rose her mic to her mouth one more time. "I thought you wanted challengers River, you want to see me go back up that ramp? Make me." She challenged the bald woman, discarding her microphone as well and stretching her arms out wide yelling "Come on!" at River, the crowd cheering Adrian's bravery, even after the work Styx did to Odessa it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to do

Adrian wasn't backing. Not really a big surprise. With thousands of fans cheering her on and millions of eyes centered on the ring, there was no real way she would. It was a shame, too - Styx hadn't been lying when she said she was something of a fan, at least insofar as Adrian was one of the few AFW wrestlers she could stand to watch. She didn't try to smother people with her ass or finger them in the middle of the match. She'd never won via orgasm, so far as Styx knew. She. Just. Wrestled.

Oh, well. She would just have to find someone new to watch for a while.

She sighed and shook her head, looking at Adrian with a dejected, disappointed, downtrodden gaze all over her face. Styx closed her eyes and took a step away from her, starting to walk away...before she spun back around and came at her with a fierce lariat, swinging her arm wide and hard towards Adrian's pretty little face.

Continued here...