This Might Sting A Little

HighFly wrote:Alaina clutched her belt against her chest, slowly hobbling through the backstage area using the wall for support when she could. The pain was eased by knowing she just emerged from a brutal title defense, retaining her title. Alaina high fived a couple people working backstage who held their hands out, apparently she had some fans among the crew.

Alaina could only think about the reassuring embrace of Bryan, and hoped to finagle some sort of special treatment out of him. Full body massage, a pedicure maybe? Alaina's heavy breathing slowly became normal, even though she could barely move after the adrenaline dump from that match....

Any other time, Styx would’ve been a bit more theatrical about this sort of thing. She might’ve approached Alaina, tried to start up a little conversation, lulled her into a false sense of security, stuff like that.

Wastes of time, really, but fun. Just not today. Today, she was a little more interested in getting this done. She’d been waiting on this opportunity for a good while, and she wasn’t going to spoil it.

As Alaina blissfully and blithely made her way through the backstage area, Styx popped out from behind a corner. She didn’t wave, didn’t say hello, didn’t do a single thing to announce her presence or intentions - she just swung her arm out and clobbered the Entropy Champion in the face with a wild lariat, wanting to take her down before she had any clue what hit her.

And Styx wasn’t alone...

Alaina's hobbled walk to the locker room came to a crashing end when she was suddenly blindsided by the raw power of Styx! She groaned as she hit the ground, covering her head as her title belt fell to the floor beside her! She squirmed slightly as she laid on the floor, caught totally off guard and not sure who hit her! "W..what...."

Alaina was already out of it before, and now was defenseless against this assault!

Styx was, once again, definitely not alone, as a discarded packing box on Alaina's other side upended itself to reveal a hiding Abattoir.  She was carrying, of all the things, a wiffle bat covered in thumbtacks over one shoulder, and looked eminently bored.

"Finally."

This did not stop her from giving the downed champion a measured whack with the bat.  Quite the opposite, she clearly welcomed the chance to vent some of that boredom.

"Refresh my memory," she droned, looking over to Styx (and giving Alaina a quick boot in the ribs).  "I was in there so long I think I forgot why we're beating on this one.  Is it 'just because'?"

Yes, that had been a little bit of a longer wait than Styx would’ve liked. Watching Jessica’s match did help pass the time, but she always had trouble getting into a fight she wasn’t actively a part of. Things were always so much better when she got to put her personal touch in.

”Housecleaning.” Styx reached down and grabbed Alaina’s hair, hauling the champion up. ”Hate the dojo, hate the cutesy Entropy Belt, hate her media darling friends being at the center of everything while people like you and me get shoved to the back of the line.”

Styx got Alaina to her feet, gripping her head tight. She nodded Abattoir’s way.. ”You want an AFW that doesn’t make you dress up like an elf for Christmas?”

She jerked around and threw the Entropy Champion, back first, into the nearest water fountain. ”This is how it starts.”

Alaina was still dazed and breathing heavily as Styx hauled her up. She was out of it to say the least, and in no position to fight back, she was just too drained from her match. She had a dazed look at she made eye contact with Styx, but did her best to hold some sort of glare. "T-try to fight me without sneaking up on me you coward... ARGH!" Alaina's small gesture of defiance was downright flattened as she was mercilessly thrown back against the fountain! She felt like her spine, which was already hurting, may as well have snapped in half as she crumpled to the floor motionless!

"Oh."

Abattoir did not particularly care about any dojos, the Entropy title, her place in line, or the way AFW was managed. Truthfully, Styx's ideology was deeply contrary to hers despite the superficial resemblance between them, and the nak muay was much, much more interested in throwing herself into fights against the most interesting possible opponents and advancing her nebulously apocalyptic agenda than in making any kind of political statement.

"I guess."

There was definitely a vague hint of disappointment in her voice, perhaps just a step or so removed from 'couldn't you have just let Jessica handle this?', but Abattoir had already dishonored herself, and the standards she held herself to were not going to let her break her promise to Styx on top of that. It was better to linger in uncertainties than to become perfidious.

She gave Alaina another good whack with the bat, in the interest of taking her mind off those uncertainties.

Alaina was unable to fight back, and the strike against her. The tacks ripping into her. Alaina let out a moan as she laid on the floor. She was so gassed, hurt, and drained that she couldn't even let out a proper scream to reflect the amount of pain she was in!

"B-bitches...." Alaina hissed quietly, hoping that the two assailants could hear her.

”You guess.”

Styx stared at Abattoir for a moment, not quite sure how to take her compatriots lack of enthusiasm. On one level, she didn’t care how happy the nak muay was when she did what she did, so long as she just fucking did it. On the other hand, it did make her worry about the possibility of Abattoir becoming less nuetral and more of a problem in the future. Like this was something she needed to address sooner rather than later…

She was pulled away from her thoughts by Alaina’s gasping words, cursing them. Not that Styx was unused to be calling a bitch - it was a mark of pride for her, really. Not from people who were on the floor, though. That had to be fixed.

”What was that?” Styx took a step back, then gave Alaina a hard boot right in the face, smashing the bottom of her heel against the champion’s face. Surpremely satisfying.

With the lesson taught for the day, Styx motioned for Abattoir to follow her, then made a quick exit.

Fathia had been watching. the fight with interest. Once it had ended, she had slipped her way towards the staging area of the arena, only to come upon a few tough looking girls passing by her. She carefully looked over them but gave them no mind.

As she continued forward, she found Alaina lying in a heap and was easily able to put two and two together. As she scanned the scene of the crime, her eyes fell upon the glinting gold of the Entropy title, laying near the fallen champion. Her eyes widened at the sight and she licked her lips. Stepping over Alaina, she knelt over and touched it with her fingers, letting the gold shine in her eyes. Glancing over to Alaina, Fathia smiled and took the belt.

She threw it over her shoulder and then straightened up. The Somali pirate continued to stroke the title with a smooth gleefulness and then looked down at Alaina. "Ahhh, it is indeed good to be a pirate. This is a bounty indeed." Fathia then pivoted and stepped over Alaina once more, leaving the blonde in a heap on the ground.

When The big boot of Styx came crashing down, it was lights out for Alaina. She woke up some time later, how much later she wasn't sure. Her whole body was throbbing and her head swimming as she was barely conscious as she woke up. She didn't need to ask what train hit her, one locomotive named Jessica Wright put her through a hell of a match, then two others jumped her in the back. Make no mistake, each hit about as hard as a train.

However as Alaina slowly made her way up to her hands and knees, she leaned back and moved her hands around on the floor, feeling for her title. She looked around with her blurry vision, sure it must have been knocked out of reach.

It was nowhere to be found. Alaina was now in a panic, struggling up to her feet only to fall over again. She couldn't stand. She could barely think, although her entire thought process had one over-riding thought: Someone stole her belt! She mumbled incoherently to herself as her stomach sank into a pit. She felt crushed in more ways than one. Someone, probably Styx, took her title! Alaina was going to make someone pay, even if it meant giving them a title shot. Alaina was still the champion, and was more than happy to prove it to anyone especially whomever it was that stole the Entropy Belt!