Silver Ace and Alicia Wells vs. Abattoir and River Styx - Friends Like These

"Kiss my ass!"

Styx had just gotten through wishing that she could get Ace up close, when she got exactly that - more or less, anyway. Ace was in range now, the only trouble was that she’d gotten that close by turning her body into a living missile. For a smaller woman, she was good at generating a lot of force behind her blows, Styx had to concede that much.

”Guh-” She gasped as she was driven back by the smaller woman, easily taken off balance the shoulder crashed into her stomach. The next stop was a turnbuckle, which she landed on less than gracefully. Didn’t do wonders for her breathing.

But Silver Ace was close now. She could work with that.

Gritting her teeth, she raised her arms up, laced her fingers together, and brought her combined fists down onto Silver Ace’s back with a double axe handle. Styx wanted it to land right on her spine, too. Really make her feel it.

Styx was a big girl, and managing to drive her into the turnbuckle was a personal triumph, proof that Ace's personal training regiment to increase her overall core strength was paying off nicely.

After her mini tackle worked, Ace would follow up, driving a few fists into Styx's side's and stomach, trying to soften her up to prepare her for something bigger.

At least, she was, until a couple hard fists smashed down on her back, right in the middle of her spine, dropping Ace down onto all fours, the silver haired fighter with the blue and white face paint gasping from the sheer force and impact of the axe handle smash attack.

Few things in life gave her more joy that slamming her fists into Silver Ace’s back. It was a supremely satisfying sensation - she was just skinny enough that you could feel the bone on impact and she made the greatest sounds of pain when you hit her hard enough.

She wanted more. Much more. She’d been considering getting a tag with Abattoir to cut Silver Ace’s momentum, but there was no need now. She had this.

Styx was still reeling a bit from the punches Ace had been piling on, but she recouped fast enough to take advantage. She reached down and wrapped her arm around the former champion’s head, securing a tight front facelock, flexing tight to keep her secure. She pulled Ace’s near arm over her shoulder, then lifted the smaller woman up as she stepped out of the corner, as if she were contemplating a vertical suplex...but, instead of falling back, she threw Ace forward and dropped her hair with a gourdbuster, slamming her chest down right in the middle of the ring.

In a perfect world, Ace would have landed on her feet perfectly, and followed up with a super kick right to Styx's stupid mean jaw, followed by beating on the big bitch even more.

But, as the voting in of new American President John Cena The Fifth, inexplicably a chinese born mexican tranvestite, had proven, this was not a perfect world. As a result, Ace was thrown down onto the mat, hitting it chest, knee, and breast first, bouncing off the mat before landing back on her front.

Groaning, she started to push herself back up to all fours, panting, sweat starting to drip off her head, onto the mat below. This was bad. Styx was strong and durable enough to push herself through what Ace was throwing at her, and was more than able to over power the former champ. If she couldn't find a way to subvert that and take Styx out, she'd be in real trouble.

Styx sent Ace crashing to the mat with a resonating gourdbuster, and her first instinct was to just move in and stomp the hell out of her. She tried to. But the second she started to close in, her world turned woozy and she stumbled back, as the effects of Ace’s bumrush a few seconds ago really sank in.

”Goddamn it-” She rubbed her temples and muttered for a hot second, shaking it off, then decided her next move should involve getting Ace in the corner and utterly wrecking her shit from there.

She reached down, once again snagging Ace’s hair for a convenient handhold and also just to tick her off. She pulled the former champion up, grabbed her by the wrist, then spun around sent her hurtling towards the farthest neutral corner, putting so much of her body weight into the throw that it took Styx off of her feet.

Tough as she was, after a move like that, on top of everything else so far, Ace needed a breather. Luckily, for whatever reason, it took Styx a couple seconds to follow up, letting Ace breath and at least try to recover from that hard landing on the mat.

Still, it wasn't enough to keep her from being pulled up by her hair, (she really fucking hated that) and getting whipped into the corner, hitting the turnbuckle hard enough to force her body upwards, legs in the air briefly, before she fell to all fours again.

Panting, Ace again took a couple seconds for air before grabbing the ropes and pulling herself back up, leaning against the turnbuckle and trying to keep an eye on Styx.

Styx fell on her back after launching Silver Ace with the Irish Whip, but she managed to get up just in the nick of time to watch the skinny bitch hit the turnbuckle, crashing hard on her back with a satisfying impact. Beautiful thing.

Styx got up to her feet as fast as woman her size could reasonably be expected to. She moved to the opposite turnbuckle, faced her opponent from as far as she could get. A deep breath. A little focus. Then off she went.

Styx barrelled across the ring, stomping along with her heavy boots, charging full steam towards the prone Silver Ace. When she in range, she spread her arms out and came at her with a body avalanche into the corner, throwing all of her weight into the simple but devastating maneuver.

Ace pulled herself back up to her feet, back aching from smashing into the turnbuckle at such a hard speed, holding onto the ropes to keep herself steady, one foot lifting and pressing down on the bottom rope, watching Styx get back to her feet and move across the ring from her, Ace surprisingly waving her forward.

"Come...Come and get me bitch..."

She said, Styx obliging her by charging at her, full speed, like a wild rhino charging, aiming to gore its prey. But Ace was no prey. Rather than stand still and get squished like a bug, The silver haired girl ducked her head and flung her body between the ropes, going through them and landing on the ring apron, avoiding the splash and leaving the turnbuckle empty for the runaway Styx train to crash into!

F=MA.

Though taller than most, Styx wasn’t the tallest woman in the AFW. She was, however, one of the heaviest, coming in a good bit over two hundred pounds, most of it solid muscle. When that mass was multiplied by some good acceleration, she could generate more than enough force to flatten someone like Silver Ace.

It would’ve been a great moment if it worked, but it didn’t. Silver Ace wasn’t quite as winded as she’d hoped, had enough energy to move out of the way at the last second. Instead of having a nice, plush body to crash into, she was greeted with a hard, unforgiving turnbuckle.

The brutal brawler croaked and stumbled back after the rumbling impact, grasping her clavicle with both arms. Hurt like a bitch, and it was probably only going to get worse in a second.

While far from the smallest girl on the roster, Ace was still slim and while tall by Japanese woman standards, not too tall not be able to make a quick escape through the ropes.

She was more grateful for that than ever as she lay on the apron, hearing the impact of Styx hitting the corner with enough force to shake the ring.

Pulling herself up to her feet, Ace climbed the nearby turnbuckle, leaping off towards Styx, leaning her body back and kicking both legs out, trying to connect a missile dropkick to her chest!