PHDoom vs. River Styx - Aggressive Expansion

As always, Styx was playing the weight advantage, using her status as a female tank to bully her foe around the ring. As always, she channeled that advantage by using momentum, running over anyone to flatten anyone who tried to stop her advance. The flying knee was a little different, not something she busted out often, but she was perfectly capable of jumping, despite what some of the snarkier, smartass fans put out about her.

Everything about her approach was routine. The biggest change, really was that she’d never fought anyone like Doom before, and that was making a huge difference. When Styx came hard at Doom, Doom took what she had to offer and came right back with more.

In this case, it was a kick, more of the MMA/brawling blend that her opponent seemed to favor, something Styx was seeing more and more of these days from opponents all over the AFW. She'd gotten more than enough of it with Alicia in a recent tag match, and it was every bit as annoying here. It didn’t have too much power by itself, but since the bald brawler was currently in the process of advancing on her opponent - like she always was, really - she wound up charging straight into the thing.

The blow sunk deep and brought Styx down to a knee, gasping as the wind flew from her lips. She started to push up after a moment, but she wheezed along the way. ”Fuckin’ kicks, always with the fuckin' kicks...”

It seemed like momentum and leverage were on PHDoom's side, as her boot sank hard into Styx's belly. Which, Doom assured herself, was not in fact a surprise, but actually the manifestation of carefully-laid plans and tactical knowledge that was beyond the capabilities of even PHDoom's conscious mind. Yes, that was it. Not luck. Doom was too good for "luck."

As Doom watched her opponent double over, she knew she couldn't delay for long. Styx was like a juggernaut, barrelling over opponents. Doom could only imagine the way she must steamroll over many of the smaller, more timid girls in the AFW roster. In fact, Doom was already thinking that she might need to sit down with some clips of old matches. She didn't do that kind of research pre-match, but it might be a bit more fun for her, after ...

Seeing Styx take a knee roused Doom out of her reverie, however. Styx was vulnerable, and there wouldn't be many times that was going to happen. Not like this. Without missing a beat, Doom reached out and clasped both hands around Styx's skull like a basketball. Then, she stepped back on one foot. Not quite into a lunge position, but wide enough. The grip was less to keep Styx in place-Doom doubted Styx would stay there, even if her arms weren't still aching like hell from that knee. It was more to help her aim.

"Doom does love it when they kneel," Doom said, unable to resist a quick bit of self-aggrandizement. Immediately after, however, Doom followed through on her threat. Thrusting forward on her cocked-back leg, Doom fired off hard with a hard knee strike for Styx's face. Working over the already-bloodied nose, Doom was committing everything she had to the strike.

It was a weird thing, liking someone and hating them at the same time. Doom had many admirable qualities - the right attitude, the right strength, skills and speed that Styx lacked in abundance. The crowd was hating all of this, but the bald brawler didn’t much care - she felt like she’d found a kindred spirit here. A rare thing in the sea of pussies.

Now, if they could just stop killing each other for a second, they could talk a little business. But, well, that sort of thing wasn’t bound to happen soon. Not when you had to women who loved beating the shit out of each other as much as they did.

Styx would’ve liked it more if she wasn’t on the receiving end, though.

She grimaced as Doom gripped her skull and reared back, clearly setting up for a hellacious strike. Styx raised her arms as the crushing blow came towards her face, blocking it with her forearm - she still wound up taking a nasty hit on her face, but she managed to absorb most of the impact. Enough for her to not be too stunned to give back just as hard.

”Good for you.” Styx sprung from her knees and drove forward, trying to ram Doom’s back into the apron and pin her there, using her superior weight to her advantage.

How long she would be able to use it that way remained to be seen. The referees were coming down the ramp, a dozen of them heading their way, looking to break up the party just when it was getting really good.

This was easily the kind of competition that Doom had been craving, since her emergence into professional wrestling. Sure, she had wanted to put down as many of the busty, grinning bimbos that graced AFW's public face as humanly possible. But more than that, she had wanted a chance to prove herself against someone serious. Someone powerful, relentless, someone that would fight through the pain. Someone just like Styx.

Doom felt her leg shudder, as her knee strike met with Styx's forearm. It didn't cause too much damage to Doom's knee, but it was a noticeable difference between soft, yielding nose and stiff and powerful forearm. Doom staggered back, her balance thrown off by the shift in momentum between her knee and its target. And that momentary imbalance would be more than Styx needed to take control of their exchange!

"Rrrrr-damn!" Doom grunted, as she felt Styx pushing into her abdomen. In a flash, Doom was pumping her legs, calves straining as she rushed backward to keep pace with Styx's charge. There was no way that Doom could stop the juggernaut, so her only option was to try and weather the storm.

"Rrrghh!" Doom grunted, as her spine hit the ring apron. Gritting her teeth, Doom attempted to hold her ground but Styx was grinding the air out of her. Looking over her shoulder, however, Doom realized something she found even more insufferable: an impending herd of AFW officials, came running down the ramp! Each of them with fierce concern in their eyes, ready to put a stop to this boundless brawl and get the rule of law back into place. From the sheer size of the group, Doom could only suspect how upset the officials backstage must be over Styx's blow to their designated referee.

"Frivolous bastards," Doom grunted, as the officials made their way to the ringside area. Doom started raining clubbing fists down onto Styx's back, punching and pummeling her. She didn't have the room or the energy at the moment to try anything more ambitious than pure, ruthless brawling. The refs were coming down, there was no stopping that. Doom could already feel their hands on her arms, trying to pull herself and Styx apart. At this point, there was nothing she could do but rain her fists down, and try to pour some of her frustration out onto her opponent's waiting back.

The party was just getting good, and then the authorities showed up to ruin the fun. Figured.

Styx could hear the referee's headng their way, dashing down the ramp as fast as their stubby little legs would take them. She wasn’t concerned. She’d worry about that problem in a few seconds - right now, all of her efforts were focused on pummeling the shit out of her new best friend, PHDoom. A woman she’d come to respect, in spite of the strong desire she had to bash her face in.

She was in a good position for it, too. Had Doom pinned nice and tight, held up against the ring. Styx reeled back, got ready to throw her knockout blow…

...and then a referee grabbed her arm and pulled it back, stopping what she expected to be a finishing blow. ”That’s enough!”

Now, since Styx had joined the AFW, she’d been responsible for knocking out at least three referees, both on purpose and on accident. So, really, she wasn’t sure what possessed these girls to make them think that coming down here, much less touching her, was a good idea. But she’d quickly dissuade them of the notion.

As they referees pulled the two brawlers apart, Styx swung about and caught the nearest one in the jaw with an elbow, leaving her seeing stars. While she was stunned, the bald brawler grabbed the poor thing by the hair and flung her forwards, using her as a living projectile to strike one of the referees holding Doom back.

Grimacing, Doom did everything she could to ignore the incessant demands of the officials to back off of her opponent, and restore some semblance of order to their brawling. Doom's lip curled into a sneer, her derision curling halfway up her face.

Doom was shaking her head out, at this point, trying to keep her head in the fight. In some ways, the distraction was a help. It kept her focused, kept her from getting too lost in the pain her head was practically swimming in. Looking up, Doom saw Styx pull back, and pull back her fist for what would surely be a devastating blow.

Doom's arms flexed and tensed. For all of Doom's education, she had no idea how much of that incoming punch she was going to be able to safely absord, if she did manage to put up a block in the path of Styx's incoming blow. Snarl curling up into an actual smile, slightly, Doom found herself surprisingly interested in finding out.

The referee wasn't going to give her that learning opportunity, however. In seconds, the officials were putting hands on both women, pulling them apart and doing everything in their limited power to prevent further violence.

That indignity was enough to pull Doom back to reality. "Off, you!" Doom demanded, trying to shake off the referees without pulling too much of her attention off of Styx. It would prove to be a moot point, however, as Styx ended up throwing one of her own officials clear into Doom's, swiping the woman off of her in a flash of flailing limbs and flying flesh! With her arm free, Doom was able to twist her body around, grabbing the other official and swinging her helpless body into position, before rocking her with a hard dropping cutter that left the poor woman floored. Wiping sweat from her brow, the still aching Doom pushed herself back up to her boots. Raising her fists, Doom looked ready to fend off any other comers that might think to put themselves between her, and the opponent she was getting more respect for with every brutal, anarchic moment!

Fun facts: River Styx was, on a good day, about 220 pounds. More fat in there than she would’ve liked, but plenty of muscle, too. She couldn’t be sure how much her playmate weighed, but she felt reasonably certain that PHDoom was in the 130-150 pound range. She wasn’t too big, but what body she had looked taut with good muscle.

The average AFW referee weighed about 100 pounds.

This would not end well for the kindly staff of Friction.

As soon as she hurled the first referee away, one of the other referees thought it would be a good idea to jump on Styx’s back and grab her by the neck, trying to do some kind of sleeperhold. A bad idea, and she learned exactly why, when Styx reached over her shoulder, grabbed her by the shirt, and pulled her over with one swift move, throwing her body into the side of the apron, hitting the hardest part of the ring. Another referee tried to tackle her to the side, but a well-placed fist on the top of her head ended that effort cold.

Down she went, and another referee came up to take her place. Like cockroaches.

Styx decked that one with a single right cross, but a quick glance up the ramp showed her that more were coming by the second, and that this situation was rapidly getting out of control. Not in a good way, either - it was time for an exit.

"Come on!" Styx threw another referee to the side and vaulted over the guard rail, with the crowd parting like the Red Sea before her. "This way!"

Bodies were piling together, as the fists flew and the shouts grew louder and louder. Things had gone from tense match to chaotic melee to all-out brawl to absolute clusterfuck in short order. AFW management kept sending officials down the ramp, and Styx and Doom kept batting them off. In a brief moment of distraction, Doom imagined that this could have been what her thesis defense would have wound up looking like.

"Bah!" Doom shouted, between wild swings of her fists across the faces of the poor officials, "Doom does not recognize your sovereignty, here! Impertinent twaddle! You are trying to prevent a fight in a wrestling ring!" Regardless of wether or not they acknowledged Doom's assessment of situational irony, however, she would keep punching. And punching. Until she finally got to start trading punches with the woman she'd specifically come out here to fight.

When the mass completely cleared, Doom followed Styx's gaze up to the ramp behind her. "Bah," she muttered, flatly. Like locusts, AWF employees were coming down the ramp.

Just then, Styx threw another official aside, and made a surprising offer: it seemed the brawler was offering Doom an escape route, behind her. A path to relative freedom, through what seem to be a sea of scurrying fanboys. But what was her true aim? The two of them could make a break for it. Was that Styx's goal? Like so much wrestling Thelma & Louise? Or was this a lure into a sucker punch, a plan to rock Doom with a punch as she straddled the barricade?

Either possibility was fascinating, Doom surprised to find herself thinking that she would respect Styx more out of either outcome. So, without a further thought, the educated brawler rushed after Styx, and waited eagerly to find out how this strange change of events would play out!

Styx was honestly a little torn on whether or not this referee intervention was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, she loved punching AFW officials and smacking them around. It was always cathartic, knocking around the weak peons. Kind of like how Godzilla had to feel whenever the military tried to take a crack at him. Little nothings, so ineffectual, trying and failing to bring her down.

On the other hand, though, she was having fun pummeling PHDoom. Shame that had to end.

Either way, it was time for a swift exit, and Styx was getting on it. She started plowing through the crowd, moving past those quick enough to get out of the way and knocking aside those who weren’t. Styx made an excellent bulldozer, plowing through the crowd with ease, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough. She had to make an escape, and both of them kind of stood out amongst a crowd of Japanese people.

She did have an idea, though, and it involved heading into the employee’s entrance, heading into the area where they kept all the spare equipment. She came barrelling in, going as fast as a woman her size could ever hope to move, and ducked underneath an old, disheveled wrestling ring in the far corner, disappearing behind the apron and sliding into the shadows.

She just had to hope PHDoom could keep up. There were certain things she wanted to discuss.

Doom wasn't left much time to ponder the possibilities of how this exit would play out. She knew that either Styx was honestly clearing a path for the both of them to escape, or luring her into a trap that would put her down. Doom didn't consider herself a gambling woman. In all matters Doom, she was confident enough in herself that there was no such thing as "gambling." Still, the mystery of it all got the hairs on the back of her neck tingling. Shoving aside the bodies of the officials at her feet, Doom stepped forward and followed Styx into the crowd.

Doom kept pace with Styx well enough. Her ribs were aching from the beating she'd gotten, but Doom's cardio was, by her own estimation, incomparable. Styx brushed aside the peons with ease, clearly still amped from her exchange of blows with Doom. Beside that, Doom mused, what pathetic wrestling fan could compare?

Not to be outdone, Doom took a few shoves and swings of her own. Some, at fans that started to come back toward the duo. Mostly toward those that simply didn't move far enough to stay out of arm's reach. Every step and shove deepened Doom's smirk.

The two of them made rather fast exit, from the arena. "You plebians woudn't have appreciated this fight, anyway!" Doom taunted at the top of her lungs, as they pushed through the last of the jeering, confused fans. Management hadn't stopped them, yet, and Styx seemed to be clearing a clean getaway for the two of them. Leaving Doom to wonder where, literally and figuratively, this was all heading.