The Very British Open! (For Acuya & LtLukas)

Holly was visibly trembling, completely and utterly not ready to face Styx in the ring. The bigger woman had gotten thoroughly into the British Bombshell's head, and Holly hadn't recovered. Unfortunately, watching her tag partner completely and utterly picked apart in front of the entire arena wasn't doing much for Holly's confidence, either. Holly couldn't believe Gemma had tagged out! Wounded, probably terrified, but tagging out suddenly, like that? Holly resolved that she and her partner were going to have words, after this. Assuming they survived.

Gemma, meanwhile, was laid out on the outside. Barely able to move, the slender Brit brought a weak hand up to her face, pawing at her own bloodied visage. Of all her indignant moments in the ring- and Gemma had her share- this was one of the worst. Gemma didn't think she'd ever been dominated, like this. And if she managed to recover, she wondered if it would even make a difference?

Back in the ring, Holly froze as her opponent approached her. She had a bloodthirsty look in her eye. Different from the lewd taunting Styx had gone for earlier, but no less dreadful. Now, they were alone in the ring. When Styx's fist shot into Holly's chest, the Brit clenched, and took the blow on full, too caught up in her own worry to even defend herself! "OOOOHHH!" Holly wailed, as Styx's powerful blow drove and sank hard into her soft, sensitive chest. The Brit dropped to her knees immediately, eyes wide with pain. Holly clasped her arms protectively over her aching chest, tears rimming at the edge of her eyes. She was in for it, now, desperately trying to push back the pain before Styx could get to her next move.

One punch.

All it took was one punch, and Holly went down so hard, crashing into the floor on her hands and knees, pathetic tears streaming down her face. It reminded Styx of her middle school days, after she’d first hit her growth spurt and really gotten used to pushing her weight. Little girls would always talk shit when they thought she couldn’t hear them, but the second she got into earshot and put them on their asses, all the comments just stopped.

It was a beautiful thing. Styx hadn’t stopped beating the shit out of them back then, and she wasn’t about to ease up on it now, either.

She only let Holly sob for a few seconds before she reached down, grabbing a handful of black and getting a tight grip with both fingers. She stomped across the ring, mercilessly dragging the Bombshell along with her, until she was close enough to get dumped out of the ring and rolled under the bottom rope, on the other side of the ring from Gemma.

This was a hardcore match, after all. Styx was going to get some mileage out of that.

On her knees, Holly gasped and sobbed in disbelief. Styx had managed to put her down in one punch, like a total amateur! She sheer weight of the intimidation her opponents had leveled at them, and Holly seemed to have lost this fight before it even started. Which was humiliating enough, but the match was just getting underway. The usually posh and poised Brit could only imagine how pathtetic and undignified she must look. Holly squeezed her aching chest, and tried to summon the strength to push through the pain and get herself into the match.

Before she could, though, Styx had a fistful of her hair and was yanking hard! "Oooww!" Holly whimpered, scrambling to follow Styx's pull and alleviate the pain. Unable to get up completely, Holly was dragged on nearly all fours. Styx paraded the posh Brit across the ring like a dog, Holly looking completely ashamed of herself as she looked around the arena for any sign of help.

The indignity only ended when Styx reached the edge of the ring, and dumped the Bombshell unceremoniously out of the ring. Holly went tumbling to the floor, holding her stinging scalp and whimpering in pain. Holly looked around, taking a moment to realize where she was. Holly scooted along the floor on her bum, trying to put some distance between Styx and herself, until the fearful Brit had scooted back to the barricade!

If Styx had been physically capable of such things as pity, she wouldn’t have had much for Holly and Gemma. Yeah, they were having a bad day that was getting worse at an exponential rate, but really, they’d sort of walk into it. Making challenges at a live wrestling show was just never a good idea. Case in point.

”Out.”

That was the sole word that escaped Styx’s lips before she hurled Holly out of the ring and dumped her out on the floor. Not that she intended to leave her opponent alone for long, but she wanted to make a statement: this was her match to control, and it would go when and where she willed it.

Styx dropped down and rolled out of the ring, facing Holly’s blubbering form as she scooted away. She took one step forward, then two, then three, closing in on the British woman with stalker’s stroll...until she threw it to the wind and closed the gap with a couple of long, bullish stomps.

She rushed towards Holly and raised her boot at the second before impact, looking to slam it home right in the middle of her chest and sandwich her into the barricade. Even with all her padding, it would be a nasty hit.

Having landed hard on the floor, Holly was left scrambling for space. The buxom Bombshell was shaking her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend how her and her partner were managing to fare so badly, tonight. Holly gasped for air, trying to calm her racing heart, and push back the pain that Styx had been nearly drowning her in.

As Holly scooted herself back to the barricade, she looked up just to see Styx looming over her. The arena lights at her back, the woman seemed even more intimidating than she had in the ring. Bright lights piercing Holly's tear-strained eyes, she could hardly see what Styx was going to do next, up until the moment that the woman's boot came crashing down onto her soft chest!

"Eeeyyaaaaooow!" Holly screamed, as Styx ground her against the barricade like vermin! "Ooowwie," she continued to whimper, bracing her hands weakly against Styx's boot to try and alleviate some of the pressure. The Brit had no leverage, however, realizing full well how powerless she was to alleviate her own suffering, here. Holly folded in on herself, face reddening in pain and frustration as she struggled, squirmed and ultimately failed to get herself free.

The Brit was left sucking air, at this point. Holly would fall to her side limply, the moment Styx might take her boot out of her chest. Either way, Holly would cast a tearful, desperate glance around the ringside area, unaware of exactlty where she was, or how horribly far away her partner was, or of how incapable she would be, of helping her. Unfortunately, the Bombshell was completely on her own.

Styx had watched wildlife documentaries as a kid. Always liked them, specifically the ones about predators. She’d always been curious, though, about the advice they gave you when you were confronted with a bear attack. Telling you to play dead, make it lose interest and move on. Why would it stop just because you weren’t moving around much anymore? Why not finish you off?

As she had her boot pressed down into Holly’s chest, it made a lot of sense: no sport. Not a challenge. Why bother?

There was plenty of malice in Styx as she groudn the heel down on her fallen, flailing foe. Granted, there was plenty of malice in everything Styx did, but this bitch was particularly starting to piss her off. Just the way she was laying there. So pathetic. So weak. So unwilling. Just the sight of it made Styx want to hurt her more and more.

So, she would.

”Don’t go anywhere.” Styx wagged a finger at Holly, a sharp warning before she stepped away and moved over to the side of the ring. She kneeled down and lifted up the ring’s skirt, then started fiddling around underneath, searching for the first party favor of the match.

Holly could only look up at Styx with wide, wet eyes. Quietly pleading with the powerful woman to take her boot off of her soft, aching chest, Holly could only imagine how pathetic she must look. Holly's pristine white boots kicked against the mat with less and less strength, as Styx ground the fight out of her. Choking back a sob, Holly simply struggled to endure.

When Styx finally did remove the boot, Holly let out a loud and long gasp for air. Coughing, the Brit remained seated upright against the barricade. Placing a hand over her heart, Holly winced in pain. She had heard Styx warn her to stay put, and despite her fears of angering her tormentor further, Holly was too afraid of what might come next, to simply stay put.

Not that she had a great deal of choice. Holly's first attempts at movement resulted in nothing more than pathetic, full-body spasms that didn't even get her softly bouncing body off the floor. After a moment, Holly braced her hands against the barricade, and began to push herself up off her bum, to a mostly upright position. Hands on the barricade, Holly began to stagger and stumble away. Some of the bolder fans pawed at her arms, shoulders or hair. Some offered encouragement, trying to keep the pretty young babyface from losing heart. Others were simply going for a bit of a grope, their fingers brushing against as much of her chest as they could manage. Holly tried to shoo them all away, get herself some breathing room, but lacked the strength to do it. Holly made almost no progress in her escape, and knew with grim certainty that as soon as Styx got whatever she'd wanted from beneath the ring, she was well and truly buggered.

Table? No. Too climatic. Maybe later, but she didn’t want to finish Holly off just yet.

Fire extinguisher? Maybe. Spraying Holly would be funny, but Styx wasn’t in much of a ‘funny’ mood.

Baseball bat? Promising. But she doubted Holly could take it enough to really get much use out of the thing.

Styx took her sweet time checking under the ring, not the least bit worried about retaliation while she did. The one thing she would give AFW credit for was stocking their ring with all sorts of nice goodies, and she was having quite a time choosing which one to go for. After a moment, though, she found exactly what she was looking. Not too hard, not too soft. Just right.

”Here we go.” Styx emerged from the apron with a kendo stick in hand, and she held it up triumphantly. The crowd didn’t approve, predictably, but that didn’t matter much. Jessica would.

Now that she had her weapon of choice, Styx wasted little time. She strode back towards Holly, raised the stick up, and brought it down on the bombshell’s chest. Or back. Or head. Or whatever part of her was closest at the moment. She wasn’t picky.

Jessica smiled. It was a hardcore match. Going out of the ring and all was a nice way to play that way, but the Violent Violet recognized that her bald anarchist friend was not going to play that nice for that long. She was going to be out for blood in a figurative sense, but also in a very real sense. The match had been going great from Jessica's perspective, if it could even be called a match. It was beginning to feel more like a slaughterhouse than it was an arena, but that is just the way things went sometimes.

Or all the time, when a woman as nasty as River stepped to another woman. It was hard for Jessica to see now that the action had moved so far away from her, but she was standing on the bottom rope and watching River's cruelties as best she could. Her bald friend usually preferred baseball bats, but kendo sticks were nice and hard too.

"Bash her fucking head in!" Jessica playfully encouraged her friend from the sideline. River didn't need any cheerleaders, but Jessica was always behind her anyways. At least in some part to look at River's ass. But here she wanted to see River use an instrument that would surely please a few of the crowd members, as it was something local. Or it wouldn't. Either way, she didn't care, and she doubted River would care that much too.

The cloying, groping hands of the fanboys were keeping Holly from getting any further away from Styx. Which only served to heighten the British girl's sense of claustrophobia. In truth, she nearly wanted to jump that barricade, opt for the better part of valor, and live to fight another day. However, the fans weren't giving her that option.

After brushing and pushing off the umpteenth, far-too-friendly hand, Holly heard Jessica screaming encouragement to her partner. As if she needed it, Holly thought with a chill visibly running up and down her body. Still, the British Bombshell realized that she hadn't heard from her opponent in a tick, and that thought alone was terrifying. Styx, left to her own devices ... With the look of a deer in the headlights, Holly spun around to see what her foe had planned, next.

Unfortunately, Holly turned just in time to see Styx bearing down on her with the kendo stick. The bamboo slats came down hard and fast, ringing out with a loud "CRACK" right acros Holly's soft, ample chest! "AAAAAEEOOOWW!" Holly screamed, holding her arms defensively over her stinging bosom, mouth remaining wide open as her scream went choked and silent. The Brit could vividly recall Styx's fascination with her breasts, from before opening bell. Was this a manifestation of that? Holly had to admit, she was used to a degree in fascination with her chest, but this was something altogether new and terrifying. Pulling her hands away, Holly looked at the red line that ran across her generous cleavage, clearly marking where Styx had struck her. Choking back sobs, Holly backed up to the barricade again, unable to turn away from Styx and needing that support to keep herself on her feet.