SS 15 Falls Count Anywhere: River Styx Vs. Angel

It wasn't the ideal method, but right now, Styx needed a little breathing room, and using the golf car was a good way to get it. So far as she was aware, there wasn't any rule against using a vehicle to make some space from your opponent, and her only regret was that this wasn't the sort of fight where she could've just hit Angel with the stupid thing.

She'd just started it up when Angel dove into the driver's seat and bashing away at her face, cold-cocking her in the face with two quick, harsh blows. She already moving back for a third when Styx grabbed a seatbelt and jerked forward, trying to slam their skull together for a headbutt - anything to stop Angel's momentum before it went too far. "Patience, bitch!"

And speaking of momentum, there was the added problem of the golf car they were fighting in. As Styx squirmed around in the seat, trying to get into a good position to push Angel out, her foot pressed against the gas pedal. Suddenly, they weren't fighting on a stable platform anymore, they were a steadily accelerating vehicle that was careening down the hallway, with a lot of force and power behind it. Security scrambled, barely managing to clear a path in time as the erratic vehicle swerved and swivled towards them, popping back and forth and threatening to tip over at any second.

Angel drew back her fist, ready to pound Styx's face again, again and again until the woman was stunned enough that Angel could drag her out of the golf cart. She thought she had her, but when Styx's headbutt came flying forward, she was caught unaware by it, letting out a shout as her head snapped backwards, the Latina having to grab onto the side of the golfcart to stop from falling right back out of it.

It was a good thing she grabbed on too, because Styx suddenly thought it was a good idea to step on the gas pedal. What is wrong with this chick?! Angel thought to herself, trying to hold on tight as the brute began to dive wildly through the hallways of the small arena. This was stupid. This was bad. Angel needed to get the cart stopped, or else...well, she didn't know what would happen. She just knew it wouldn't be good.

She leaned forward, trying to slide back into the seat of the cart properly, and scowled at Styx. She didn't know how she was expected to fight like this, but she knew what she could do. With a growl, she moved in towards Styx again, trying to throw her arms around the woman's neck, trying to pull her into a desperate sort of headlock. At the same time, she thrust one of her long legs forwards, trying to jam on the brake pedal, wanting to get off of Styx's wild ride.

If Styx were a bit more lucid, she'd realize how bad a situation this was and let Angel put on the breaks, before someone - herself, most likely - go hurt.There were about a million ways this could go wrong, and about half of them ended with her in some shitty Mexican hospital.

But she wasn't that lucid, unfortunately. All Styx could think about was driving her fist into Angel's stomach as she got caught in a headlock, and she only paid passing notice to the wall they were heading straight towards.

The good news was that it wasn't a brick wall, but just some light wood. They crashed through it instead of just crashing against it, which would've sucked in so many ways. The bad news was that, well, they [i]crashed through a fucking wall.[/b] The golf car wound up smashing into someone's office, running over a desk before it rammed into the corner for its final stop. The room was turned into an instant wreck, with chairs knocked away, the desk on its side, a bookcase falling on top of the golf car, lamps crashing on the floor and all sorts of pins and papers and office supplies strewn about it. Even the ceiling fan was precariously swinging, threatening to fall after the impact had nearly made it swing loose. It looked like a small cyclone had just torn straight through.

Finally. This was more like Styx's environment.

As for herself, her body felt like the room looked, but she was dealing with. She slid out of the seat and fell on her back, chuckling all the way. Little dazed after the crash, head spinning. "Heh. That was fun."

This was dumb. This was so dumb. Angel had been in a lot of matches that she thought were utterly stupid during her career, but this one took the cake. Racing in a golf cart through the halls of an arena? It was ludicrous, and she really, really wished they were back in the arena.

She tightened her arms around Styx's neck, trying to squeeze her hard with the headlock, trying to cut off whatever air she could from the bigger woman, trying to bring her down enough that she could stop their crazy ride. When Styx's fist drove into her bare, exposed belly though, Angel's arms went loose, her eyes bugging out as she felt the air forced from her body.

Then they crashed. going straight through the office wall.

Angel wasn't sure what happened. For a few long moments, the entire world was a blur, debris and deck and books and office ornaments flying everywhere as the golf cart finally came to a stop. The Latina's body jerked violently as the golf cart struck the furthest wall of the arena and ceased moving, and with shaky legs, she stumbled out of the vehicle, leaning against the wall, one hand held to her head as she tried to get the world around her to stop spinning.

"F-fun...?" She asked, an incredulous look on her face as she stared towards the fallen Styx, looking down at her. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision, and frowned at the brute. "You're out of your mind, chica..."

Styx rolled over to her feet as the golf car's engine started to smoke and sputter behind her, giving one last whine before it died an undignified death. The referee caught up with them a moment later, but couldn't squeezed through the hole, and had to watch from the outside. Which she'd probably prefer, honestly. It was cramped enough in the room already.

She'd already started to stand up when she heard Angel's little commentary coming from behind her. "Yeah, little bit." True, it hadn't been the cleanest move ever, but Styx had accomplished what she'd been trying to do - gotten Angel into an enclosed space. Now she just had to work with it.

She grabbed hold of the demolished desk and stood up, then scrambled onto the trunk of the golf car as fast as her whoozy head would allow. As soon as both of her feet were on the metal, she charged forward and took a running leap at Angel, trying to come down on her with both fists before she could get out the way. Styx wanted to hammer her full weight onto the former champion's shoulders and show her exactly how crazy she really was.

"Shit!"

As soon as she saw Styx rising back up from the floor, Angel knew she was in trouble. Her vision was still cloudy and her head was still dizzy, and she wasn't ready to get back into the fight yet. She was hoping that Styx was going to stay down for longer, to give her more time to recover, but of course she wouldn't be so lucky.

When Styx climbed up onto the golf cart, Angel turned away, trying to make a break towards the office door, wanting to get the hell out before Styx caught her again. She didn't want to fight in such cramped quarters, and she still needed time to recover.

As she tried to make her escape, however, Styx came leaping towards her, smashing her fists into the back of Angel's shoulders. The Latina let out a shout as she felt Styx's weight crushing down onto her, and she dropped down onto her knees, then pitched forwards towards the floor, hissing in pain and realizing that she was in serious trouble now.

Another nice thing about this area was that Styx could beat Angel's ass in relative seclusion. For instance, the crowd would've booing her like mad when she smashed Angel on the shoulders before, but here, it was just her, the Latina, and the referee. Even the camera crew couldn't get a good shot of them. The audience rarely bothered Styx all that much, but it was nice to have a little solitude while she did her work for once.

"Hey, where are you going?" Her devious smile returned in full as she grabbed hold of Angel's shimmering hair, pulling her up the same way most people handled an overstuffed trash bag. "Come on, puta. We're still getting acquainted."

Styx let go of the hair, only so she could try to wrap her arms around Angel's neck and put on a powerful squeeze, bearing down with every muscle she could fit against her throat.

"Nnn...!"

Angel cried loudly as Styx grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up to her feet like she was nothing. She squirmed in Styx's grip, but she couldn't find the strength to fight back. Her shoulders and her back hurt, and the world around her was murky. Desperately, she reached up, reaching for Styx's arms to pry them away from her hair, but 'luckily' for her, the brute let go herself...

...but only to wrap her arms tight around Angel's neck. Not for the first time this match, Angel's eyes began to bug out of her head, the Latina gasping, desperately trying to suck in air as she felt the mighty Styx constricting her neck with her arms. It had been forever since Angel had fought a purely powerhouse wrestler, and feeling all of the strength that River was putting into her sleeper hold was suddenly making Angel feel very, very worried.

She squirmed against the bigger woman, pushing back against her, her hands sliding up to grab at Styx's arms. She gripped onto them, trying to pry them loose, but it was like punching at a brick wall. Angel just didn't have the strength to do anything against her stronger opponent's hold, and Styx had her completely, utterly trapped.

As Styx held Angel tight, she caught the cameraman trying to work the angles from the outside. She was never the photogenic type, and sometimes she even went out of her way to ignore the hard camera in the audience. But this one time, she was feeling a little theatrical. No harm in giving the paying customers a good view.

"Hey, Angel." She turned around and leaned back, lifting the former champion off her feet like she was dangling from a noose. "Smile for the camera. And wave..."

Styx gripped her tight, tensed her leg, took a deep breath, and wrapped one of her arms under Angel's shoulder.. "...goodbye."

Styx burst out with a loud roar as she jerked back and sent the luscious Latina flying overhead, trying to throw her into the wall with a sleeper suplex.

Angel wiggled and squirmed against Styx's hold, but it was no good. She couldn't free herself from the bigger, stronger woman, and she couldn't stop her from turning her towards the camera. She gagged helplessly, her fingers clawing desperately at the bulging arms of the brute, but it was all to no avail. She was stuck, until Styx decided to let her go.

Which, of course, the brute soon did.

Angel was lifted off of her feet, thrown back by the suplex, and she hit the wall soon after, the Latina slamming into it. Her body jerked heavily, and she dropped to the floor, ending up in a heap at the foot of the wall. She went still, not moving, the Latina looking for all intents and purposes like she had been completely knocked out.

In the arena proper, watching the action on the screens of the jumbotron, the audience began to go nuts, yelling and screaming for Angel to get back up, while booing and jeering at Styx at the same time.