PHDoom vs. River Styx - Aggressive Expansion

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, Submission, or Knockout.


There were days when Yoko Yajiri really hated her job.

For five years, she'd been hired by the AFW to organize matches and work on the cards. She remembered when she started, she'd wondered why her predecessor had been so quick to give it up. Seemed like a dream job, especially if you were a fan of the AFW, which she deeply was. Decide who faced who, which sexy wrestler would be making her way up, introduce all those fun little stipulations that drove the crowd wild.

She realized the truth of it about a month after, when she had repeated headaches from wrestlers screaming in her face for questioning every little decision she made.

Like the current one who was yelling at her, River Styx, a bald, big, bruiser of a woman with a very irritating question: ”Who the fuck is PHDoom?”

Yoko and Styx stood in the gorilla position, the small, waif of a woman looking up at the massive River Styx through her thin glasses. She probably should've been intimidated. Styx had her own faction, and seemed to have no trouble beating down anyone who ticked her off. Yoko was most certainly certainly ticking her off, too.

”I'm a hardcore wrestler.” Styx stomped her feet hard into the floor, shaking it up, the impact clearly heard over the roar of the crowd outside. ”And this is the best you've got for me? A standard match against some no-name?”

Yoko rubbed the bridge of her nose. ”She had a very good match with Dixie Clemets, she's not a no-name. Regardless, i need you to respect that we are in a delicate transitional period with Lukretia’s sudden dismissal-”

”I don't give a fuck about that bitch.” Styx threw her hands up.

”Many don't.” Yoko sighed and ran a hand through her short hairs. [b]”But your contract clearly states-”[/color]

”You don’t gotta tell me what my contract says. I fucking know what my contract states.” Styx started to storm her way through the curtain as her music began. ”I’ll do this, but when I get back? We’re renegotiating.”

Yoko waited for Styx to vanish behind the curtain, then turned to a monitor and confirmed that, yes, in fact, Styx was making her way down the ramp and entering the ring like she was supposed to. Flipping off fans all the way, but she was doing.

Yoko took off her classes, threw her head back, and groaned. When this was over, she’d have to figure out who was in charge now. It was high time she started thinking about vacations.

In gorilla, PHDoom was stretching shaking out a few kinks left in her leanly-muscled figure. Around her production assistants, trainers and trainees were keeping their distance. Any remaining kinks in Doom's body were mainly stress-related, the results of years of stress built up and only ever released in short, furious bouts that seemed to happen all too infrequently.

PHDoom was far from the best-known name on the AFW roster. This, despite having some solid matches with one of the most recognizable names in the industry, in Dixie Clements. Unlike Dixie, however, or many of the other members of the AFW locker room, Doom was not someone that wanted to get her name out there. She'd had opportunities, she'd had matches that put her out in front of enormous crowds, even got a number of fans calling out for her blood, after seeing the way she handled her fights. But not once, had Doom ever capitalized on this. The bitter brawler enjoyed the money she made with her fights, here, but had yet to make that connection that would really let her capitalize and make a name for herself.

"Stand aside, peons," Doom said, parting a crowd of young women between herself and the door frame to gorilla position. The derision that PHDoom felt for the crowd of young girls seemed to ooze off of her words. Hopefuls or veterans, Doom's disdain for her fellow wrestlers was the one thing she tried her best to broadcast.

With the opening riffs of her theme, Doom burst out onto the entrance ramp. Aside from her music, the arena was rather quiet. Not even the usual chorus of boos the vapid fanboys would call out with, when they saw the scowling fighter step down the rmp to tear apart whatever wide-eyed bimbo was already in the ring waiting for her.

Looking up to the ring, however, Doom realized she was looking at someone completely different, tonight. A completely different sort of fight. Rolling into the ring from beneath the bottom rope, Doom found herself standing across the mat from a large, powerfully built woman. A far cry from her usual buxom, gorgeous opponents. It looked as if tonight, PHDoom might be in for a very different kind of fight.

"You dare lay hands on Doom?" the brawler said, snapping loudly at the ref as she tried to give Doom her pre-match check over. "Off with you!" Doom added, waving the ref off once she was done. Fixing her gaze on Styx, the brawler shook out her fingers.

So. PHDoom.

Styx had never seen her opponent before, but she felt like she could get a pretty good idea of her from the name alone. Somebody with one of those stupid, over-the-top gimmicks. Silly shit like that, someone Styx would squish in a few minutes.

Minus one point for PHDoom. -1.

Then the music began, and it was...different. Definitely nothing like that bubbly, uber sexy, pop shit that 90% of the Friction locker room went for. Styx was more of a metal maven, didn’t go for punk rock, but she could respect music with an edge.

One point for PHDoom. Up to 0.

Then the woman herself came out, and Styx was a little worried when the first thing she was drawn to were her tits, thanks to the top she was wearing. Aside from that, though, Doom had a good form on her. Slender. Tight muscle. Not a lot of fat. Mohawk-thing going on with her hair. Kind of random, like something out of a sub par video game, but Styx just took it to mean she didn’t give a shit about her image. She could relate.

Another point for PHDoom. Bringing the score to 1.

The crowd seemed to hate her right off the bat, which was a good sign. Typically, even when Styx wrestled people the audience didn’t like, their hate for her outweighed anything else enough that they’d just cheer for her opponent, regardless of who it was. Not with Doom. There wasn’t a cheer to be heard. Just lots of hate. Made Styx feel warm and fuzzy.

And now PHDoom was up to two points. Not bad. Most of her foes never got out of the negative territory. Styx was suddenly getting intrigued enough to want this match, even if the standard shit would tie her hands. She could work around a ref. No big deal.

She just had one question, before they got it started.

”Did you…” Styx canted her head to the side, her brows furrowed as the referee came over and gave her a good checking, too. ”Did you just refer to yourself in the third-person?”

Doom stood in the ring, shaking her fists out, keeping her arms limber while she waited for that opening bell. Her eyes traveled up and down her opponent's impressive frame. Doom grinned, ear to ear. This wasn't like any of her previous match-ups. No one standing in this ring was overtly "sexy," "cute" or "fun." This time, at least to her mind, PHDoom was finally in for a fight.

Meanwhile, the crowd didn't seem to know how to react. On one side of the ring, you had Doom- lesser-known, abrasive, and condescending and rude on an almost theatrical level the few times she did decide to make her opinions known. On the other side, they had Styx- powerful, sure, but not someone looking to impress the fans with displays of that power. Of late, it Styx seemed to be on a tear, destroying some cute fan favorites and leaving a trail of suffering in her wake.

So, it seemed the fans were at a loss for knowing who they would actually want to cheer on, to win this thing. A fact that Doom picked up on, and took great enjoyment out of. Maybe not as satifstying as hearing their cries of joy turn sour as she laid her fists into one of their favorites, but its own kind of satisfying. Perhaps this would be the most "pure" competition she had faced in Japan, yet ...

Doom smirked, as Styx confronted her. "Such terms as 'me,' 'I' and other inferior pronouns may work to refer to some plebian individuals," she said, "but they fail to capture the majesty of PHDoom. Only 'Doom' is enough to encapsulate all that is 'Doom' ..." Doom literally turned her nose up for this comment. Styx was an impressively built woman, but Doom wasn't about to drop her usual "confidence" for her. Especially not with the two women ready to start mixing it up.

As the pre-match necessities were sorted out, Doom began to hop side to side on her heels. Some last preparations to limber herself up, waiting for that opening bell. Once it rang, Doom lifted her arms into a tight guard, while keeping her legs moving. She circled Styx slowly, ready for the action to start, looking to see what the larger woman as going to throw at her as the fight was more than due to get underway.

Styx would give Doom credit, she was surprisingly ready and willing to take her on, more than most women her size would’ve been. The mouthy little brawler wasn’t a small bitch by any stretch, but Styx still had her beat by at least fifty pounds. This was the sort of matchup you only got in wrestling. PHDoom was either some kind of crazy or some kind of stupid. Styx couldn’t decide which.

That is, until PHDoom started talking again. Then it became much easier to sway the call one way over the other.

Styx stood and stared while PHDoom talked, at a rare loss for words. She’d came across some odd birds in her time in the AFW - judo chicks, cowgirls, whatever-the-hell was Abattoir’s deal - but this was...new. Yeah. ‘New’ was a good way to describe it. And fuck it, she'd take the weird over the boring. Any day, all day.

A moment passed. The bell rang. Styx stood there, watching as PHDoom started to circle her. Still couldn’t figure out anything witty to reply with.

She huffed, shrugged, and decided to just roll with it. ”Yeah, just gonna start hitting you now.”

Right off the bat, a stark difference was apparent between the two. PHDoom had some concept of patience and tact, obviously feeling this out before she barreled in. Styx either didn't possess that sort of thinking or she'd just turned it off for the moment. The last word had barely left Styx’s lips before she burst into action, charging along the mat and tearing ass straight towards PHDoom. The second she was in range, she lashed out with a fierce right hook, looking to test and see just how good that guard of hers was.

Doom circled Styx for a few, brief moments. She watched the larger woman in silence, not getting a response out of her and not much expecting one. The pink-haired brawler seemed to be mulling things over, but was clearly ready for a fight. Doom had laid some bait out there, the exact sort that AFW competitors would normally seem to jump on, but Styx was having none of it.

They were there to fight, it seemed, and PHDoom couldn't be much happier for it. When Styx declared she was "just gonna start hitting," Doom didn't try to contain her excitement.

"Yes!" Doom cried out, her abs tightening in anticipation. Styx was barreling in, coming in hard and fast with the fists. Doom's boots hit the mat, as she braced herself with her full frame. This was the real deal, now, and Doom would have to treat it that way!

Styx's fist met with Doom's guard with a solid, palpable sound. The impact of the punch carried through Doom's arms, shaking her shoulders. The woman's leanly-muscled back rippled, as she flexed and absorbed the blow. Doom didn't brace herself hard against it, but let the impact run through her body. The brawler bounced back, slightly, letting the kintetic energy run through her body.

Doom shook herself out, from her shoulders on down, in one quick shiver. She dropped that guard, suddenly, taking just a moment to spare a glance around the ring. The fans were still somewhat quiet. A bit of a cheer had sounded for the opening bell, and the start of another violent contest. A grin tugged at Doom's lips, smug in her knowledge that these drooling fanboys weren't going to get their usual sort of show, out of this one.

Still, Doom didn't care enough for the fans to give them her full attention. Styx was there, standing in the ring, ready to go. And Doom was all too eager to oblige. Shaking out the impact of Styx's blow, trying to roll with the sting of taking that heavy fist to the forearms, Doom shot forward. Stepping in, the brawler jabbed forward with a pair of shots, rabbit-quick, thrusting her fist right for Styx's face. Doom wanted to not just take Styx's assault, but give back with something hard in turn, and show all the plebians in attendance that they were in for a contest, tonight!

To PHDoom’s eternal credit, she didn’t try to move out of the way when Styx came in with her walloping right hook. A lot of wrestlers would’ve just tried to sidestep the damn thing, counter with something fancy. PHDoom took it like a champ. Hell, if anything, she seemed to enjoy the impact, like she was getting off on it just a bit.

Further evidence for the ‘crazy’ column, but if that was the case, at least it was the sort of crazy Styx could respect.

”Like that?” Styx snarled as the blow knocked Doom back, made the bitter brawler stagger, and...hm.

It seemed like PHDoom was a little distracted by the audience, shifting her focus away towards the crowd. That just wouldn’t do at all. Nuh-uh.

Styx went right back on the attack, storming towards Doom with her fist cocked back for a second try. ”Forgetting something-”

No, it turned out that Doom had not, in fact, forgetten Styx, as the twin shots in the face proved quite well. It didn’t help that Styx ran straight into them, either, and the end result had the bald bruiser stumbling to the side. PHDoom couldn’t hit as hard as she could, but there seemed to be a definite quantity over quality thing going on.

”Gah! You little fuck!” She spat and took a hot second to nurse her jaw, clearing out the fog from those stiff shots. With that done, she spun around to face PHDoom and see what she’d gotten up to in the last two or so seconds.

Doom could still feel the tinge of pain in her arms from Styx's powerful strike, as she connected with her sharp jabs. "Hah!" she cried out, a sadistic grin splitting Doom's face as she watched the powerful woman get rocked back by her powerful blows.

A murmur went through the crowd, surprised to see Styx rocked. Naturally, Doom was hardly so shocked. All would crumble beneath the furious fists of Doom! At least, as long as said furious fists kept coming. Doom was above letting up, just to relish the moment.

As Styx's head reeled back, Doom stepped in. Trying to close the distance between the two of them, Doom managed to step into Styx's personal space. When Styx came back to spit invectives at the brawler, Doom was in place to follow through with a stiff elbow strike. Doom's entire body line followed through the blow, from her hip all the way up, putting a solid amount of force behind the dedicated strike!

"Nothing about Doom is little, ignorant brute," Doom shouted, as the thrust forward with the elbow, "as you shall soon learn!" Doom put everything she had into that strike, hoping she could rock Styx badly enough to get her reeling. The two of them were just coming off the opening bell, but Doom felt like she had to get her opponent on the ropes as early as possible. Proving Doom's dominance was inevitable, of course, but this opponent was going to take far more work, than Doom's usual.

Styx had wanted to know what PHDoom was doing while she reeled from the strikes, and she found out fast enough, as she turned around just in time to see her fellow brawling bitch shooting towards her, mouthing crazy talk all the way. PHDoom did love a good rant, Styx was noticing, but at least she had the good sense to talk and fight at the same time.

A neat little detail, and one that she would’ve liked much more if she hadn’t been on the receiving end of a stiff-as-fuck elbow.

She tried to reel back and hit PHDoom with a blow of her own, but the nutball was quick on her feet, too quick for a bruiser like Styx to counter withut luick and skill, neither of which she had much of. Instead, she wound up getting her proverbial world rocked by the hellish elbow. ”Nnh!”

Styx staggered back two steps, and it would’ve been three if the ropes hadn’t gotten in her way. She bounced off them and took a woozy step forward, all while she grasped her battered skull, growling and cursing under breath.

This was not how she pictured this day would go, Styx had to admit.

PHDoom felt the impact of her elbow, as it rocked against Styx's skull. Clearly, the big woman had experience. Far from a big woman who simply coasted on being big, Styx had been through the ringer more than a few times, and come out swinging. Anything less, and Doom was certain that elbow would have put her away.

Doom watched intently, as she watched Styx go stumbling back, still on her feet, and bounce off the ropes. Doom knew she couldn't let up, couldn't rest on her laurels. There would always be plenty of time for that later. Doom would make the time. Right now, though, more violence.

As Styx came back off the ropes, nursing her head, Doom would snake her hands beneath Styx's powerful arms and shake them off. Doom hooked the bruiser's head under her arm, clutched her around the back of the neck, and clenched her bicep around as hard as she could. With her free arm, Doom tucked in, and softened her opponent up with a couple of elbow strikes to the shoulder blade.

With Styx off-balance, hurting, Doom figured that would be enough to pull the woman off of her foot. Doom had an appreciation for some of the classics, and that appreciation would be a factor now as the bitter brawler looked to pull Styx down to the mat hard and fast, hoping she could spike her into the ring mat with a hard DDT!