Heart Full of Soul

It had been only been a since the attack of the newly formed team "WAR" on Silver Ace and Angel. Since then, Angel and Ace hadn't been back, both having taken the time to recover and re-focus after the nasty beatdown put on them by WAR.

With that in mind, it was a surprise to the crowd when "Where's My Thing?" started playing, and the rookie Gallium Heart, Ace's trainee, came out onto the ramp alone. The pink haired girl, clad in her white, open backed, one piece outfit, stormed down to the ring, a look of determination on her face...and a wooden kendo stick in her hand...

Entering the ring, the barefoot fighter requested and was given a microphone, a look of anger on her face as her music stopped and she spoke:

"RIVER STYX! That was a rotten move you and your friends pulled on Ace and Angel! Silver Ace is my best friend, I've known her since we were kids, and I'm NOT going to stand for this crap! I'm challenging you, right now, to come out here and face me, and just to make it worth your while, I'm offering a No Disqualification Match, right now!"

She yelled, tossing the microphone down and getting ready, waiting for Styx to come out and reply!

Styx wasn’t even supposed to be in the building. She didn’t have a match - come to think of it, she hadn’t had any matches at all since WAR came up. Management probably didn’t want to risk their talent getting beatdown. Not that keeping her from matches was going to stop that from happening, but she understood the logic.

No, tonight she’d just came to watch. Abattoir had a match with Liberty tonight, and it looked to be a brutal one. Not ‘brutal’ by AFW standards, either - really, truly dangerous. She was all about that.

But she hadn’t anticipated anything else of interest going on. So, when she heard her name being called out, she was surprised. Pleasantly so. Life was good to her, sometimes.

The crowd didn’t have to wait long before Five Finger Death Punch’s War is the Answer came blasting out, turned up as loud as possible just to hurt a few eardrums. The woman herself emerged from behind the curtain a moment ater, microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

The music died away a few seconds later, but Styx didn’t speak up. Not right away. She just stood there at the top of the ramp, with her peeled down jumpsuit and her tanktop with a blazing Leviathan cross on it. Just staring and mulling, rolling her tongue around her jaw.

After a few more moments - and rising boos from the crowd - she finally lifted the microphone up and spoke, calm and clear. As clear as her scraggly voice could be.

”I’m torn.” She started to pace around the stage. ”On one hand, I am sorely tempted to come down there, grant your death wish, and shove that kendo stick up your tight ass.” She went through the motions with her fingers, as if the crowd needed a visual. ”On the other hand, you’re clearly ‘mentally handicapped’.” Styx brought out the finger quotes. “And I do have some standards about that, believe it or not.”

Styx finally stopped pacing in the middle of the stage, and stared at Gallium as she ran a hand through her nonexistant hairs. ”So. Proposal. You drop the kendo stick before you hurt yourself, walk down here, disappear into the back, and I don’t beat you so fucking stupid you forget how to spell your name.” Styx leaned forward and canted her head to the side, ever-so-slightly. ”How’s that work for you, bubblegum?”

The crowd had already made up its mind, as a steady FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! chant began to ring out. Styx wasn’t sure whether they legitimately thought Gallium was going to avenge Ace or whether they just wanted to see a bloodbath. Either way, funny as hell.

Gallium was clearly out of her tiny mind to think this was even remotely a good idea....but Styx had attacked her friend, and what was she supposed to do, just ignore it and walk away?

Valley Doll had enough on her plate dealing with issues of her own, and to her credit, the older woman was at Ace's place whenever she could to help her recover, which left her unavailable. So it was up to Gallium. Tiny, cute, squishable, possibly insane Gallium.

"Cmon Styx, what's wrong? It's just a match, or are you just refusing to fight anybody unless you get your buddies to back you up AND get a sneak attack in too?"

Gallium replied, a response that apparently did nothing to goad Styx towards the ring, where Gallium knew was always filled with hardcore goodies. Perhaps something more insulting would get her to get into the ring?

"Cmon Styx, it's just tiny me! You don't wanna be known as a coward as well as a dirty man-looking cheater whose failed at everything she's tried so far, right?"

That might do it....*gulp*

Styx cared nothing about her personal appearance and had not a single shit to give about the way people perceived her. This gave her a unique advantage in situations like this: she was bald because she wanted to be bald, she looked like a man because she wanted to look like a man, and you could shame her about cheating because she had no shame.

That being said, it was still possible to piss her off. Just not the way Gallium was doing it.

Still. It was an honest effort. So, when Gallium finished her little schpeel, Styx had already decided to honor it.

”You know,” Styx tapped her chin with a lazy smile. ”I kind of want to say you’re making the wrong choice, here. But really? If you’d tried to leave, I’d have knocked the shit out of you, anyway.”

Showtime.