Hell On Earth: DEATH - Alaina Sanders vs. River Styx

”Fuck’s sakes…”

Styx grumbled as she rolled over and pushed her way up to her feet, shaking her head, knowing where she went wrong right away. Should’ve gotten a weapon, right off the bat - there was no reason to hold back with Alaina. If anything, a chair would’ve been a great advantage over her opponent, given her something she could use. There was no way a goodie-goodie like her would ever do the same thing, right?

It was an interesting question, and one she wasn’t nearly familiar enough with Alaina to answer, and it was irrelevant at the moment, anyway. Alaina was clearly good enough to get the job done with her bare hands, as she was about to demonstrate.

She came in with the pain train and rammed Styx again the ringpost, a hard blow that sent pain up and down Styx’s spine. It wasn’t enough to bring her down, but she wasn’t in a position to retaliate, either - all she could do was lean there, groaning and grimacing, trying to deal with the pain.

Alaina was shocked at the resilience of Styx. She heard about it before and during their prior encounter she was ambushed and didn't really get a chance to see it. Now she had. It was going to be almost like a challenge or point of pride to truly take the fight to a woman like this to the point where they were truly down. The amazon grabbed hold of Styx, hefting her up and holding her before orienting the ring steps right behind her. Alaina grunted as she tried to explode backwards, throwing Styx with a fallaway slam aiming the large woman right on a crash course with the ring steps!

Fucking hell, Alaina was strong. Styx didn’t expect her to be a weakling, true, she’d seen enough of the woman’s matches to know better, and you didn’t get a title like ‘Amazon’ by being a skinny weakling. But just feeling that power like this, having to deal with it firsthand, was a totally different thing. There were precious few women in the AFW who could move her like this, and even fewer who would lift her up and accomplish something. Speaking of which…

”Fuck!” That was about the only real response Styx could muster as she was suddenly lifted up by Alaina and sent flying, a path that had her coming down hard on the steel steps. Not the least pleasant, and if the crash itself wasn’t good evidence for that, all you need to do was here the way Styx screamed and thrashed on the floor afterwards, pounding her fist and rolling about as she tried to cope with the pain.

Styx was down and Alaina wanted to keep her there. The amazon climbed up onto the apron, walking closer to where Styx was laying as she looked down upon her. Alaina jumped off the apron looking to come crashing down onto the abdomen of Styx feet first with a bog double foot stomp from the apron down onto her foe below!

”Fuuuuuuuuck.”

The single word, stretched out, perfectly described Styx’s feelings at the moment. She was laid out, hurting, and her advantage was gone again - Alaina was back in the driver’s seat. As much as that pissed her off, though, she tried not to despair. The match was young, she was still in good shape, and what was the worse a woman like Alaina could do in a match like this?

The answer to that question came in the form of two boots, coming down from on high and crashing into Styx’s chest. She cried out, shrieked, as the pain ran through her chest, and flopped back to the floor as she caressed her battered rib cage. Coughing, sputtering, all she could do for now was crawl forward, trying to reach the barricade, hoping to put some more space between them.

Alaina saw Styx crawling to the barricade and had an idea.  Sure, her recent attempt to take the hardcore title from Jessica ended in failure and Alaina was now primarily known as a hardcore fighter but she was plenty hardcore.  She grabbed Styx and tried to lift her up.... all the way up overhead locking out her arms!  Alaina wanted to toss Styx straight up and move letting her abdomen, which Alaina just landed on, crash down on the barricade from the height of a gorilla press drop!

Styx hadn’t managed to get too far in her retreat when she felt Alaina grabbing her from behind, clearly looking to set something up. What, exactly? She couldn’t even begin to guess. Probably a suplex, or maybe she’d just try to batter her around the ring. It wouldn’t be anything too crazy, she was fairly sure. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

Once again, though, she turned out to be wrong. Really, really wrong.

Alaina lifted her up. She didn’t cradle her, didn’t bring her up in a fireman’s carry, but hoisted her up to the sky in a goddamned gorilla press. Styx was no lightweight, well over 200 pounds, and the Amazon was able to foist her high into the air and keep her there - not for long, mind you, but she did it, and the audience was rightly impressed.

When Styx came down, she came down hard, crashing into the barricade with her chest, a blow that seemed to travel through her body. Gritting her teeth hard to keep from crying out, she slid down her knees and leaned against the obstruction for support, staying there for a moment as she rubbed her aching breasts. ”Fucking...bitch…”

Alaina saw Stux slumped against the ground in a sitting position and wanted to find new implements to hammer her with however she had to make sure Styx wasn't going to get up anytime soon. Alaina moved over and stood next to Styx, screaming as she swung her leg around looking to kick Stux over and over in the chest, abdomen and face until she felt satisfied that Styx wasn't going to be moving anytime soon!

Here came the kicks.

Styx was just starting to get up when Alaina came over and started wailing into her, blow after blow after blow, cracking her in the side with these damn kicks. One or two or three wouldn’t have been so bad, but she kept hammering away, battering her like crazy, and if something wasn’t done soon? It would be way too much for her to take. This match was already not going in her favor. She needed an equalizer.

The good thing about these kick was that it made her predictable. Styx waited, bided her time, until she suddenly reached out and caught the leg with one arm, wrapping it under her shoulder. The other arm was put to good use, as she reeled back, swung it low, and shot it straight between Alaina’s legs, hitting her in the most sensitive spot on the female anatomy.

Alaina hated the dreaded low blow. It wasn't the most devastating move but when it landed it sent a shockwave that sort of acted like a short circuit throughout her entire body. As she kicked she looked on in dread as Styx stopped her kick parade and Alaina knew what was coming in the back of her mind. Alaina saw the low blow coming and was unable to stop it, feeling the pain shoot through her and that jolt acting like a short term shut down kicked in. Alaina dropped to her knees and grimaced in pain as she was back in front of Styx and unable to act! Alaina thought she was turning a corner but now she was looking down the barrel of a big angry gun!