Gallium Heart vs. River Styx: Heartbreaker

Match Type: No Disqualification
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, Submission, or Knockout. No Disqualification. No count-outs.


There was a little discussion going on backstage, regarding the current situation in the ring. Gallium Heart - a newbie to the AFW, who’d yet to pick up a single win - had just challenged River Styx to an impromtpu match. No problem, that sort of thing happened all the time in the AFW.

However, Styx’s prescence added a few wrinkles. Namely, she’d been banned from participating in hardcore matches until Adrian Kytes lost the belt. Only Gallium wasn’t challenging her to a hardcore match, but a NO DQ match. So it was coming down to semantics about how kosher the whole situation was. Not to mention that Styx had a reputation for assualting officials, and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end this time.

Styx, for her part, could not have cared less about the problems. All she knew was that there was dead meat in the ring, and she was hungry.

Without any indication or hint, Styx tossed away the microphone and broke into a sprint, charging down to the ring with a reckless dash, coming straight at Gallium like a living wrecking bell.

She slid into the ring, popped up, and stormed towards the pink-haired princess, screaming out a war cry every bit of the way and making the canvas quake as she stomped. As soon as she was close enough, she lashed out with a right cross, hoping to floor her potential opponent from the onset and prove who was top dog in this ring.

Two minutes. Tops. More if Styx decided to make an example out of her new, little friend.

This...was probably a bad idea...

At least, that was the thought going through Gallium's adorably foolish head as Styx charged at her and threw a powerful punch, Gallium small and fast enough to dodge under it!

"For Ace!"

She thought, swinging her stick as Styx turned towards her, trying to smash the hard bit of wood right into the bigger woman's knee's!

Styx was only moderately familiar with the history of Gallium Heart. She'd never watched a match of hers, but she knew enough to not be one bit afraid of the little pinkie. The bitch was in a goddamn bathing suit. Barefoot. Who did that?

She was intended to make this last, but she fully expected to spend the match just battering Gallium into oblivion. So, when Gallium dodged her punch, she was surprised. When she countered with a stiff kendo stick strike to the knee, she was more surprised.

”Gah, fuck!” Styx cried out as the pain shot through her bones and made her stagger. Far from the worst weapon shot she’d taken, but none too pleasant, either. It certainly called for immediate retaliation.

With grinding teeth, Styx surged forward with her arms wide open, looking to get a hold of Gallium and pull her in.

Normally Gallium's size worked against her in matches like this, and if Styx got a hold of her, it still might.

But for now, the plan was simple. Smack her with a stick and DO NOT GET GRABBED, and Gallium's small size was perfect for it, dodging another charge from Styx and swinging the stick to whack her in the back of the knee!

"Too slow!"

She yelled. Indeed, Styx's big and powerful frame was built for smashing, not chasing, and her big bulky clothes slowed her down, whereas Gallium was light and fast, and her tight one piece, while obviously there for a little sex appeal, also let her skin breath and kept her cool under the spot lights, letting her be as fast and nimble as she wanted!

The plan was simple: grab Gallium, then beat her black and blue and pink. It wasn't that hard. Shouldn't have been.

But apparently it was, because Styx failed at her first and second attempts. This was quickly becoming one of those rare things that genuinely pissed her off. Her tag match with Taylor had similar problems, saw her struggling against a lighter, quicker opponent.

Taylor was a former world champ. This was Gallium fucking Heart.

Styx roared - an actual, bestial roar - after the kendo stick cracked against her knee again. Still didn't bring her down, but it was coming far closer than she wanted to get with Gallium fucking Heart.

”Little fuck!” Styx popped up and swung around trying to decapitate Gallium with a wild lariat.

Oh that didn't sound good, oh yeah, Styx was WAY beyond pissed now alright!

As if having an absolutely enraged woman swinging at her wasn't enough, Gallium's third swing was an overhead swing that connected with Styx's swinging arm...only for Styx's lariat to smash THROUGH the kendo stick, the wood snapping over her arm, both Styx and Gallium staring at the now broken in half weapon for a brief second...

...before Gallium turned and dove under the ropes and out of the ring, looking to put whatever distance she could between her and Styx by trying to get under the ring!

Styx swung out hard and...well, at least something broke.

”Goddamn it.” Styx hissed and rubbed her arm where the stick, broke, taking a second to nurse the blazing red streak. Nothing that would slow her down too much, though, especially in a fight like this. Now that Gallium didn’t have a weapon, it would be a simple matter to-

And the bitch was running. Of course the bitch was running.

Frustration mounting by the second, Styx dropped down, rolled out of the ring and stomped after her, just as a partiicularly unhappy looking referee started to make her way down the ramp.

Some would probably say that leaping out of the ring to grab a weapon made Gallium a coward. With all due respect, fuck those people! Have they SEEN how big Styx is!? Seriously! She could die!

Luckily, the people in charge of AFW were apparently also happily crazy, as the underside of the ring was filled with shiny weapons of violence that could give her a chance to actually survive this fight she had chosen to pick, and Gallium began digging to try and find what she could, her bare legs kicking around outside the ring as she searched.

When Styx saw Gallium going under the ring, she'd assumed the little dumbass was trying to make an escape. It probably would've worked, too, since Styx was really too big to maneuver under the ring worth a shit.

But nope. She was just laying there with her legs kicking. Stupid. So stupid.

”Really going for that Darwin Award.” Styx grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her out, fully prepared to make sure Gallium didn’t get off that floor without medical assistance. Her boots were made for stomping, and stomping was what she did well.

Gallium's time under the ring was brief, but productive, grabbing anything in arms reach to see if it could be used against Styx.

Steel Chair?

No, too heavy, and Styx was too fresh, Styx would smash her down before she could get a shot in.

A ladder?

Yeah, no.

A kitty scratching post...

The hell was wrong with these people!?

Luckily, Gallium found the best weapon as she was grabbed and pulled out, taking the pin out of said weapon as Styx pulled her out from under the ring and flipped her over...and getting a high powered spray in the face from Gallium's fire extinguisher!