SS 15 Falls Count Anywhere: River Styx Vs. Angel

Angel nodded in grim satisfaction, as Styx fell back, her nose busted open. She wasn't intending to break her nose or anything, just hit her hard enough to stun the monstrous woman, but she certainly wasn't going to complain. It'd hopefully be a good distraction for the brute, while Angel continued her assault on her.

Ding.

As if out of nowhere, the elevator finally came to the end of it's long journey, the door's slowly sliding open to reveal the lower parking deck beyond. Angel glanced back over her shoulder, out into the darkened lot, and smiled. Finally, she thought. Took it long enough.

She leaned down towards Styx again, reaching out to grab her by the arm. "Come on!" She shouted again, giving her a sharp tug, pulling the woman up to her feet. "Get the hell back up, chica!"

She kept a tight hold on Styx's arm, and began to move out of the elevator, dragging the brute with her. This was good. She didn't want to fight in a parking lot, especially with someone like Styx, who she knew could think of a million ways to hurt her with the terrain and the cars that were around them, but anything was better then fighting in a cramped elevator. At least out here, she had room to move around.

She pulled Styx out of the elevator, and then suddenly twisted her body, trying to send Styx flying with a quick Irish Whip. She didn't care where the woman went or what she hit. She just wanted to get some room between them so she could ready her next attack.

Bottom floor, basement level and parking. Styx should've been happy, since this was where she'd wanted to go in the first place. However, she'd come up with that plan back when she still had a firm control of the match. Now things were spiraling out of control, and Angel was the one handing out an ass-kicking. What a difference only a couple of minutes could make.

With all of Styx's weight and strength, it was very difficult to make her go someplace she didn't want to go, but the former champion was getting it to work. Having a death grip on Styx's head helped a lot - not quite as bad as having her hair pulled would have if she had any, but close. When Angel wanted her to get up, she got up, and when Angel swung around and sent her running, off she went.

Styx ran chest first into the side of a van that was parked way too close to the elevator, right as the referee came down the stairs with the cameraman close behind her. He was just in time to get a nice wide shot of her stumbling away from Angel, trying to move over to some nearby bathrooms. It was a long shot, but maybe if she could get inside, she could force the fight into close quarters again, box in Angel, turn things back around...

Angel watched, as Styx stumbled off towards the bathrooms, and with a scowl on her face, she chased after her. She was not letting Styx get away, not when she had control of things!

She dashed towards the woman, intent on bringing her back down again. "Get back here, chica!" She yelled at her, moving closer and closer with each moment. She was focused, completely and utterly. She hadn't been this focused since her match with Taylor at Avalanche. There wasn't as much at stake as there was against Taylor, but for Angel, this was still a damn important match, and she wasn't letting anything stop her from winning.

As soon as she was close enough towards Styx, she jumped up towards her. Just like earlier in the match, she thrust her legs towards the brute's back, trying to nail her from behind with another flying dropkick.

Styx had just started to reach for the handle when she felt the hard - but familiar - sensation of Angel's boot against her back, propelling her foward. If the bathroom had a push door, this wouldn't have been the worst thing - she would've simply fallen in, where she wanted to go. But no, it was a pull door. She just hit the hard wood and bounced off, falling flat on the tattered remains of her back.

Styx rolled away as the cameraman wisely backed off, giving her space. She grabbed the handle on a car and started to pull herself up, though getting back to her feet was even slower going for her than it typically way. "Can you go two sentences without saying 'chica'?" She grumbled out a few words through her regular groans and hisses.

Angel hit Styx, and send the brute into the door, but unfortunately for the Latina she was falling too. She hit the concrete and hissed, the impact of her body against the hard ground reigniting all of her pain. Stupid plan, but she was riding on desperation, and in the end, it had worked, so she could deal with it.

"Chica chica chica~!" She shot back at Styx, shaking her head as she began to rise back up as well. "If you don't like it, then why don't you make me stop, chica~?" She asked, rising back up onto a pair of shaky legs, the Latina grinning despite herself. "Not like I'm giving you the chance though!"

She darted in towards Styx as soon as she was standing, concentrating entirely on her foe. As she neared her, her leg shot up, cutting through the air towards Styx, the dominating Latina sending a swift, slicing kick straight towards the side of the brute's body, trying to keep her rattled and under her control.

Styx was going to break Angel’s jaw. She wasn’t entirely sure how just yet, since she wasn’t exactly dominating at the moment. But she swore, it was a thing that was going to happen before the day was through.

She was just started to stand up when the battering ram that was Angel’s leg slammed into her ribs from behind, hitting with a meaty THWACK that echoed throughout the parking lot. It wasn’t enough to knock her down again, but it did hurt like crazy. Her mid-section had escaped a lot of abuse through the fight, with her head and back taking the brunt of the damage, but it was very quickly catching up to the rest.

It pissed Styx off even more than she already was, but anger was an emotion she knew how to work with. She stepped back and swung her body around with her arm outstretched, trying to club Angel in the head with a wild blow.

Angel was on fire. She was in control, completely and utterly, and she had Styx. She could sense Styx's anger, she could tell how well she had gotten under her skin, and with each hammering blow to the bigger woman, Angel felt her victory drawing closer and closer.

When Styx's arm swung wildly towards her, Angel lunged back at it, ducking under it and popping back up behind the brute. "Too fucking slow!" She crowed, and twisted her body again, swinging her leg back at the bigger woman once more. This time her kick was aimed straight of the base of Styx's spine, a hard, swift blow that Angel was sure would take the rest of the fight out of her foe!

If Styx had been thinking rationally, she would've realized there was no way that her hammer blow was going to hit Angel. It was so easily telegraphed, so blatant, so obvious that someone with Angel's skill probably didn't even need to think about dodging it.

But she wasn't doing much rational thinking at the moment - her mind was mostly a seething mess of rage, fulled by every fresh ache that the former champion heaped on her. She had to hurt this bitch. Somehow, someway. The match was teetering too close to a loss on her side, and if things didn't turn around, that's where it would stay.

"Fuck-" She arched her back and stumbled forward as she took another blow, this one right down the middle of her back. Styx stumbled forward, bent her knees, started to fall back...

"-you!"...and then she rose up and jumped backwards, swinging her arm around as she went, trying to hit Angel in the face with a fierce back elbow.

Angel thought she had her. She really did. She thought this match was in the bag, and that she could soon finish off Styx. Seeing her stumble forward was exhilarating, and the Latina was already stepping forward to follow up as Styx began to move.

She was totally not expecting the monstrous River to suddenly twist around, jumping backwards and swinging her massive, log-like arm towards her. The Latina was struck straight in her face by the elbow, and with a loud, squealing sound of surprise, she went stumbling backwards, her head snapping backwards at the same time.

Meanwhile, in the arena proper, the entire audience was back on their feet, yelling and screaming for Angel not to let Styx turn things back around.

Usually, Styx would have had something to say here, especially since Angel had spent the last few minutes jaw-jacking and talking so much shit. She could appreciate the value of some good taunting as well as anyone else, and she really wanted to pour salt in this smug little princess' wounds.

But the past few minutes had drained a lot of the mirth out of Styx, and she wasn't feeling nearly as jovial as she had been at the start of this match. Now, she just had two words.

"Fuck-" She spun around as Angel stumbled back, reeling from the elbow and looking wide open for the first time in far too long. Styx reared, charged foward to close the gap with one massive step, and let fly with a vicious right hook aimed right at her face, putting the bulk of her weight and momentum into the hellish blow. This wasn't a lariat, this wasn't some fancy move with a cute name, it was just a straight-up punch, carry all of Styx's hate along with it. "-you!"