SS 15 Falls Count Anywhere: River Styx Vs. Angel

"Such a lovely place! Such a lovely place!"

Styx got a good look at her face in her reflection on the elevator door, saw the blood leak from her nose. Hardly the first bit of damage she'd taken in this fight, but even that drop was enough to get her boiling.

She started to turn around, intent on showing Angel exactly what she thought about getting her face shoved into the door, when a pair of slim, svelte, solid thighs appeared in the reflection, too. She couldn't even draw a full breath before those powerful limbs clamped hard around her neck, crushing away at her with impossible force

Styx's mouth opened for a silent scream as she thrashed around the elevator, kicking away at the door and trying to dig her fingernail into Angel's thighs. She was not getting choked out between someone's legs. That. Wasn't. Happening.

Angel bit her lip as she felt Styx's fingernails dig into her thighs. She wasn't going to cry out for the brute, and she wasn't going to let the pain get to her. She wasn't going to let go, not until Styx had passed out between her legs.

"Give up!" She screamed, trying to fill her voice with fury, taking on a commanding tone with her words. "I'm not letting go until you're done with, chica!"

With every bit of power and strength she could summon up from her tired, beaten body, she squeezed. She squeezed Styx as hard and as tightly as she could possibly could, trying to wear down the monstrous woman as much as she could manage before she could make an escape.

Styx hated scratching. Always went against her tendencies, not the way she liked to go through her matches. Too much like a catfight. But, at the same time, she didn't like the notion of getting squeezed out like a bitch between Angel's thighs, either. When the doors opened and the camera came back on them, she wanted to be the one on top.

[color=#000000]"Fuck off!"[color] She managed to grunt out a few words while she thrashed around, but that was the best she could do. Air was starting to become a precious commodity, and if the scratching wouldn't do it, she'd have to get a bit more creative.

Styx squirmed her way to the center of the elevator, placed her feet against the door, and tried to push off it and ram Angel into the wall behind her. She couldn't get all that much force into it from this angle, but at this point she was looking for anything to get her lungs inflating again.

"Gyuh!"

Angel grunted, squirming behind Styx as the brutish woman managed to position herself against the door, and push her body backwards. Angel struck the wall behind herself hard, and her legs naturally began to loosen from around Styx's neck at the same time. Normally she would have kept her hold, but she was already hurting, and even from this awkward position, getting slammed back into the wall was enough to remind her of the pain running through her body again.

Her legs came loose, and distracted by her pain, she winced, giving Styx an opportunity that she didn't want to give her, a chance to turn things back around on the Latina again.

Styx immediately lurched foward and sat up when Angel's hold loosened, pushing her way clear of those deadly thighs. As much as she wanted to turn around and just beat the shit out of her opponent, her lungs were in desperate need of air, and having her throat crushed was something even she wasn't able to just shrug off. She had expected the power of Angel's legendary legs - it wasn't like the little tease didn't show them off every chance she got - but the firsthand experience was just something else entirely. It was freakish, and the next time Styx wound up in that spot, it might be too much. So she had to make sure that didn't happen. Period.

After she sucked down a few gulps of air, Styx looked over her shoulder, put her feet on the floor, then jumped and sprang backwards. It wasn't an elegant, skillful sort of move - she was simply trying to jump backward and land on top of Angel, crush her under her bodyweight. 220 pounds was nothing to scoff at, especially when it came down with some height and momentum behind it.

Angel started to push herself up, as Styx pushed away her legs, glaring at her foe from behind. Her scissors were broken, but they had done their job, slowly Styx down and giving Angel a chance to keep her advantage going.

When Styx looked back, and pushed herself backwards, every survival instinct that Angel had turned on. Her body moved on it's own, the Latina throwing herself to the side, out of Styx's way to dodge her crushing jump. She jumped to the side and out of the way, backing away with Styx with a tired smirk.

Let the gorilla throw herself into the hard metal of the elevator! Angel certainly wasn't going to complain if she wanted to hurt herself!

Styx had been looking forward to the sensation of her body landing on top of Angel's, crushing her underneath the superior weight. Granted, she would've preferred to do the crushing with her fists, but in a pinch, this would do.

So, needless to say, she was a little disappointed when Angel moved out of the way. Also, hurt. Extremely hurt.

The elevator shook and swayed when Styx crashed into the side, banging her head against the unforgiving metal and leaving a red stain on the wall where her head struck. She'd almost forgotten about the glass shards in her back from earlier, but that little move gave her a fun little reminder - now, they dug even deeper in her skin and left garish cuts in their wake. She'd have a lovely little time picking them out and getting stitched up after this.

Styx let out a string of muttered curses as she rolled over to her chest, furiously kicking her legs around while she tried to cope with the damage.

Adrian Kytes was sitting in a corridor sipping on a bottle of water, all bandaged up from her brawl with Brittany as the make-up crew moved in to make the cosplayer looked presentable. Of course they'd want to interview her after the match, even with her hands all wrapped up and feeling only semi-lucid at best, she was still one of the few people who could be relied on to talk post match, maybe hoping that the post match high was going to result in something interesting, or that she got hit hard enough in the head that she was now speaking Spanish.

Thinking about the questions however was interrupted as the elevator dinged next to her, rumbling slightly over what sounded like an extract from The Big Lebowski soundtrack "Probably some camera stuff..." she rationalized as the impacts smacked against the door. Whoever was in there was having troubles keeping everything together. Only when the door opened did she realize what was going on between Angel and River Styxx. "Whatthefuck!?" She let out as the two battled just down the corridor, only catching a glimpse as the doors closed again and the elevator headed down again, the cosplayer quickly deciding she had important matters to attend to, running down the corridor and heading for the stairs.

Angel's body felt like it was on fire. Not the fires of pain (though she was still hurting quite badly), but the burning sensation that kicked in whenever she started to turn around a losing match. Styx was down and she was standing and just like that she was back in control of things. All she had to do now was keep her advantage.

"Come on!" She shouted, stomping towards the fallen Styx. She wished she made more room in the elevator to work with (how long was this ride, anyway?), but she could make do with what she had. She leaned down, grabbing the brute by her head, one hand on either side of her skull, and pulled her upwards, just enough to get Styx onto her knees.

Once Styx was up, she kept a hold on her head, her fingertips digging into the woman's bare scalp as she glared down at her. Up came the Latina's knee, Angel yanking Styx's head back down towards it, trying to slam the brute face-first into it as hard as she could.

There was this terrible sound echoing through Styx's head, and she wasn't sure if it was just the sound of her impact or something going on with her skull. Either way, it was just another one of the growing annoyances in her life right now. "I swear to your god..." Her voice trailed off as a particularly nasty tremor surged its way across her brain.

Styx had just started to roll over, greatly desiring a moment to just gather her thoughts through the pain, but Angel was wisely not letting that happen. Her head was lifted up, and she hissed throiugh her teeth as what felt like ten tiny daggers clawed their way into her bare skin.

"-off me!" She reached up, trying to grab Angel by the wrists and pull her hands away. "Get the fuck-" A vicious knee cracked Styx right in the middle of her face, the sort she hadn't taken since she'd spent her days barfighting. If Styx's nose hadn't been broken before, that would've done the trick. Right now, it was just compounding the problem, and she had to hold her hand over her face to stop the rush of blood. Styx cried out with a banshee shriek as she fell back, and she started cursing up a storm that would've made Brittany blush.