SS 15 Falls Count Anywhere: River Styx Vs. Angel

Styx had to stop herself from letting out an uncharacteristic squeal of glee when Angel finally let out an unangelic scream, wailing as she slammed into the cooler. Her disheveled body, dripping with water, doused all over. Laying on the floor, rubbing her back, desperately trying to cope with the pain. It was a wondrous, amazing sight, and she wished she could just do it over and and over.

Then Styx remembered: she could!

"Oh, I see." Styx walked over to Angel's side, splashing even more water on her as she did. "I have to give you a little hangtime if I want to get some noise out of you. Can do."

Styx reached down and grabbed Angel around the waist, lifting her up in a gutwrench position, like she was about to go for a move. She wasn't. There was no technique in what she did, it wasn't a suplex or a powerbomb. She lifted up fast, got some power into her move with a mighty roar, and threw Angel in the air, just high enough to hit the ceiling before she fell into one of the cubicles.

When Styx's arms wrapped around Angel's waist, the Latina weakly grabbed at them, tugging on the muscled limbs in the vain hope of prying them apart. She elbowed back at Styx, she squirmed and she writhed in her hold to try and snake her way free, but it was to no avail.

Into the air she went, flying right over the cubicle wall, and dropping straight down into it. Though Styx and the camera wouldn't see the impact, there was a large crashing sound as Angel's body slammed into a desk, the Latina screaming out again as the pain surged through her body once more.

"Yes!"

Styx pummeled her fist as she got another scream out Angel - two for two - and scored a perfect shot right in the middle of the cubicle. When she rounded the corner to follow up, she got to see all the damage she'd wrought with the landing. Broken keyboard, broken computer monitor, broken computer, and a desk with a nice crack right down the middle. It was good stuff, but it made Styx wish she could actually hit Angel with some it. Smash the keyboard across her face, drop the screen right on her face, choke her out with the drop cord, get creative with the stapler. This match was so close to being hardcore...

She had a wistful sigh at what could have been as she came up behind Angel and grabbed her by the arm, hauling her out of the cubicle, holding her up to make her stand. "All right, let's finish the tour." She took a couple of steps out before throwing Angel over to the other side of the hall with a rough Irish Whip, hurling her into the steel door of an elevator

Angel lied atop the desk, the cracked top of it sagging beneath her. Her body writhed, and squirmed, pain rushing through the Latina's body as she tried to deal with the impact of her crash. She tried to push the pain out of her mind, but it was too hard, the fall having done too much damage to her.

She was almost relieved when Styx yanked her off of the table and pulled her out of the cubicle. As least she was back on her feet now, and off of the desk. No more annoying office tools jabbing into her body. Her relief was short-lived though, as Styx pulled her out of the office and dragged her into the hallway.

She was thrown wildly away from Styx by the irish Whip, unable to get control of her movements, and within seconds she was slammed into the elevator door. With a softer, pained shout, she slumped down to the floor, lying against the door, her breath hard and her body still.

Angel was looking like the picture-perfect target. Slumped, with her back against a hard, metal surface, dazed and totally vulnerable. Styx first instinct was to rush in and give her a swift kick in the head - that would either knock her right out or make her wish it had.

She started to charge foward, but she only got a few steps before she realized the potential, here. The office area was soft, welcoming, altogether too comfortable. If Styx's memory of the place was right, though, there was a parking garage down below, and the possibility of slamming Angel down on unforgiving concrete definitely appealed. So many hard things to throw her into or off of. A hardcore playground.

So, instead of just hammering Angel's skull, Styx walked up and pressed the call button for the elevator. Then she hammered Angel's skull, pressing her knee against the side of it and leaning forward, trying to sandwich her head between hard bone and even harder metal.

Angel leaned against the elevator, her world a dizzy blur around her. She had to fight back. She had to get back and turn this fight around. She couldn't afford to let Styx keep beating on her like this!

But Styx was standing in good shape, and Angel most certainly wasn't. Before Angel could even start to rise, Styx's knee slammed in against her skull, crushing it between the knee and the elevator door. Angel began to wail, her hands thrusting upwards, grabbing onto Styx's knee, vainly trying to push it aside. She pushed and twisted with as much strength as she could gather, but it didn't seem like Styx was going to budge.

And then, the elevator doors opened.

With a quiet ding, the doors slid open, and Angel's body fell backwards, the Latina forced back into the elevator from the force that Styx was pushing against her. She ended up lying on her back again, half of her body in the elevator, with her legs lying outside of it, not a good position to be in by any means.

"...Quedar por la noche, alli estaba a la entrada, y las campanas a sonar..."

An upbeat tune came pouring out of the elevator, sounding distinctly like a Spanish version of Hotel California with a fast flamenco beat. It was pretty catchy, and it had Styx shaking her hips a bit as she stepped over Angel's prone body. She made sure to give her a little stomp on the chest as she passed, though. Just to make sure she stayed down for the time being.

As funny as it would've been to watch the doors close on Angel, that wasn't the way elevators worked, even in a backwaters arena like this one. Styx had to grab Angel by the shoulders and drag her all the way in - only then did they finally close, sealing them off while Styx waved to the camera.

"All right." She dropped Angel unceremoniously on the floor, then walked over to the button panel. Styx ran her finger down the buttons until she hit the one she was looking for - Sótano. The basement. "You and I are taking a little trip, then we can bring the festivities to a close..."

A grunt passed the lips of the Latina as she was pulled into the elevator, getting dumped against the floor. She shook her head, tilting it upwards as Styx turned away, mashing the button on the control panel.

She had to strike. She knew that it was now or never, and she wouldn't get a chance like this again.

With a quick deep breath, the Latina forced herself to stand, sliding up against the wall of the elevator to support her body. The moment she was standing, she lunged towards Styx, reaching up to grab her head, trying to shove it forwards into the metal of the elevator door. A quick, dirty move, and one that was born of desperation, but it was all she had and all she could do at the moment.

Maybe turning away from the former Friction World Champion wasn't the best idea ever, but Styx felt she was relatively safe. Angel wasn't all that tough, and she'd was a writhing wreck on the floor. She was only going to look away for a moment. Not even a few seconds. What could Angel do in that time?

Well,  as it turned out, she could get up, she could grab Styx's head, and she could slam her face into the elevator door at ramming speed. "Bitch!" Styx cried out as the strength temporarily fled her bones. Her legs gave way, and she slowly slid down the door, all the way to her knees. She pressed one hand against the door, keeping herself upright, while the other cradled her aching face. "Fucking bitch, fucking bitch..."

All Angel needed was a moment, a single moment to try and turn things around, and there it was. Styx slumped down, and the Latina felt a wave of new found confidence and energy surge through her body, ready to get the ball of this match back into her court.

She let her own body slide down, mimicking Styx's falling, until her butt came to rest on the floor. With a loud, angry yell, she swung her legs up and around, trying to wrap them around the brute's neck from behind. She was trying to pull Styx into a headscissors hold, trying to wrap her infamous, powerful thighs as tightly around the bigger woman's neck as she could!