SS 15 Falls Count Anywhere: River Styx Vs. Angel

Angel began to gag, and to gasp, desperately trying to suck in air as Styx grabbed her by the neck, starting to choke the hell out of her. She kicked her legs weakly against the concrete, her hands rising up to weakly grab Styx by the wrist, trying to pull her hand free.

It was all in vain though. Angel was running on empty, and with her air supply being cut off, it was growing hard to her to do much of anything.

Well, she could still do one thing.

She looked up at Styx with wide eyes, and managed to squeak out two short, to the point words.

"F...fuck...you..."

"Fuck me." Styx repeated it in a dull  monotone. She looked down at Angel like she was a cockroach running over her foot. Scampering around like it owned the world, no idea how weak it reallly was, and yet it refused to just roll over and die.

"Okay, Angel. Have it your way. Get ready for the shortest comeback in history."

No more games, no more playing around, no more mercy. Styx was through with all of it. She kept one hand on Angel's neck and got the other under arm, then pulled up with both and forced the Latina to stand up. She wasn't on her feet for long, though, before Styx lifted her up and held her there, one hand on her back while the other kept squeezing away.

Styx's finishing move was the Chokebreaker - typically, she would slam Angel across her knee. But since the concrete floor was harder than her bones and Angel was begging for the pain, she figured the normal version would be more than enough. She had one last, deep breath to savor the moment, and then she took the plunge and went for what had to be the last move of the match: a chokeslam.

There was no resistance from Angel as Styx lifted her up. No fighting back, no more proud words and taunts. She was trying to conserve what little energy she had. She was trying to find a way to turn this situation around, as vain and as foolish as that seemed.

Up into the air she went, the Latina gagging, struggling for air as she was raised high, high above the floor. She raised her hands, grabbing on to Styx's arm, waiting for a chance, a single moment that she could turn this around with.

Then, when the brute took her last, final breath, Angel struck.

With the last bit of energy she could muster, the Latina jerked her body backwards, bringing her legs up at the same time. In an act of complete and total desperation, her legs wrapped around the center of Styx's body, and they began to squeeze. Not nearly as hard and as powerfully as they usually would be, but Angel was still putting what little bit of her strength she had left into it, trying to stop the chokeslam before she could dropped down into the unforgiving and hard concrete.

Usually when Styx got her opponents up for this, they were struggling, fighting, putting up some mild resistance. Not Angel. She was nice and limp, barely any fight to speak off, which meant that there was absolutely not trouble getting her up to the absolute peak of the move. The luscious latina would be going for a nice, long ride.

"And down you-" She had just started the descent when she felt a familiar pair of legs wrap around her chest, squeezing tight and clamping on her ribs. If this had been earlier in the match, it might not have been a problem - she would just batter Angel until she wisened up and let go. But Styx was hurt. Styx was tired. Styx had fought all over this damn building, and her body was starting to feel the effects.

"Get the...get off..." She let go off the choke and focused her efforts on escaping the scissors, hammering her elbows into both of Angel's thighs in succession. She fell to her knees while she fought, as the precious little remaining power she had started to flee her body.

The moment Styx's hand released her throat, Angel began to gulp the air around her, swallowing it hungrily, and greedily. She felt relieved as her lungs filled back up with the precious oxygen, but she knew it wasn't over yet. Just because she was freed didn't mean things were turned back around!

Styx went down, and brought Angel down with her, and the Latina knew she had a chance to strike. Even as Styx hammered her thighs, Angel reached out, grabbing the brute by her shoulders to keep herself up. She hesitated, just for a split second, knowing what she was going to do was going to hurt, but she knew she was running out of options.

With a sharp, sudden breath, she jerked herself forwards, trying to headbutt Styx right in the center of her face, snapping her head forward as quickly and as hard as she could!

Again and again and again. Styx kept hammering away at Angel's steely thighs, driving her elbow deep into the meat. Every time, she expected her to just let go and fall, give up whatever she was trying to do. But she never did. It wasn't like fighting a human being, more like taking on the world's sexiest bar of iron.

She brought her arms up, ready to drive them both down at once, when she caught a flash of movement coming from Angel. By the time she was ready to react, though, it was far too late - their skulls collided, her already- destroyed nose was further obliterated, and she was sent reeling backwards, completely stunned while her brain tried to sort through all the agony it was going through.

Angel and Styx's skulls met each other head on, and for a few short seconds, the Latina's entire world went white. Her body went limp, her legs loosening and dropping from Styx's body, and she dropped to the concrete, lying there still, not moving at all, other then a slight heaving of her chest as she breathed in a series of slow, ragged breaths.

When her vision began to return to her, and her thoughts began to clear, Angel decided that the headbutt had been a bad idea. She was free now, and Styx seemed out of it, but her headache was even worse now, and she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to just sleep this one off.

She groaned, and with more then a little bit of effort, began to climb back up to her feet. She shook her head, holding a hand against the side of her skull, trying to stay steady but finding it hard to do. Her legs were wobbling, and her vision was still slightly blurry. She just hoped she could recover herself before Styx could do the same.

Well. Angel wasn't pulverizing her bones anymore. A mild improvement in Styx's situation, but one she'd gladly take. There was still the massive head trauma to deal with, though. Not to mention the gashed flesh in her back, her battered nose, and several bones in her body that were, at the least, fractured.

This day hadn't gone like Styx planned.

She groaned and started to sit up. Started to - about halfway through, her body gave in and flopped back on the pavements. "Fuck's sake." Styx groaned, full of frustration, and tried again. This time she grabbed the fender of a car for help and had much more success, groggily getting back to her feet just in time to see Angel doing the same thing.

"Fucking..." She pushed off the car and stumbled towards Angel, not even sure what she would do when she got close. Probably slam her face into something hard until her body did what her brain wasn't smart enough to do: give up.

Angel wasn't in much better shape then Styx. Her nose was bloodied and busted, her entire body hurt, every inch of her sore and in pain, her head feeling like it was splitting open. She had a feeling she would be spending a long time recovering from this match, and even longer if she let Styx pick up the advantage again. At this point, part of her was honestly terrified at what might happen if Styx got her hands on her again!

She made it to her feet, and grabbed onto the nearby car to support herself, her hand resting on the hood, using it for balance. Standing was good. She was good. She just needed to go back on the attack.

She looked towards Styx, just in time to see the bigger, angrier woman lurching towards her. She was stumbling, but she looked pissed, and Angel knew what would happen if Styx got the first strike.

So...she made sure that she would get the first strike, instead.

With a tired, defiant cry, she pushed off of the car, moving back towards Styx, as fast as her body could carry her. As she neared her, she screamed, and the Latina's leg shot up towards Styx's chin, trying to nail her with her superkick, the Angel's Kiss that had brought down many of her opponents before!

While Styx wasn't exactly an Angel fan, she was familiar enough with wresting in general to recognize a superkick when she saw one. She had a decent idea where this was going, but that didn't mean she had a prayer of stopping it. Even in the best of shape, she would have had trouble blocking that. Now, her arms were so fatigued that, by the time they were halfway up, she was already eating the heel of Angel's stylized boot.

You could hear the audeince cheering all the way down in the parking lot once again, as the blow's impact echoed throughout the area, reverberating on every side. It was like a grenade of pure pain had gone off in Styx's head, fast, powerful and utterly devastating. It was one of the hardest hits she'd ever suffered, and considering the foreign objects she'd be struck with over the years, that was a big statement. For the first time in a long time, the brawler thought she might pass out.

But she didn't. Styx's legs were wobbly, her head was shaking, her eyes were glassy and she looked like a first-day zombie, but she was still on her feet. Her fists were still balled. Her mouth was still snarling.

"Fuck." She took a step forward. "You." She brought her fist back, the beginning of what looked to be an extremely sloppy punch.