Silver Ace vs River Styx: Tables Match

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Well that didn't take very long, did it!?

Having already beaten one opponent tonight, and still having a referee in the ring, Silver Ace had called out River Styx to a tables match, and the bitch had quickly accepted, already on her way down to the ring.

Rather than wait for the big bitch to get in the ring, Silver Ace charged towards the ropes, diving through the middle rope to drive her body into Styx's with a suicide dive!

Styx didn’t really have a plan, per se, as she came barreling down the ramp like a charging bull. At least, nothing terribly thought or intricate or in any way, shape, or form more complex than: a) get to Ace b) beat up Ace.

She sort of figured that was all she’d need to think of. But when she reached the bottom of the ramp and found her prey flying towards her like a bat out of hell, the situation rapidly complicated

”The fuck-” Styx brought her hands up in defense, but that was all she had time to do. Silver Ace couldn’t have been more than a buck forty soaking wet, but when that weight came flying out of the ring, it was a bit more substantial, and the effect had the bald brawler reeling.

She stumbled back after the impact and went two steps back she tried on the bottom of the ramp, her ass landing flat on the unforgiving steel.

Nobody else would be crazy or stupid enough to dive towards River Styx. Most sensible people would be running away.

But those that knew Silver Ace best weren't likely to call her all that sensible anyway. She was Canadian after all, and that group of people, while known for being great wrestlers, weren't known as the most mentally stable people in the world. The frustration this must have caused her girlfriend, Valley Doll, had to be great at times.

Luckily for Ace, her brand of insanity, guts, and talent tended to work in her favor, as it did here, knocking Styx off her feet. Up on her feet, Ace closed in again, trying to dropkick Styx in her worthless fat tits that nobody liked anyway...which were nothing compared to Ace's own perfect breasts, of course.

Because Canadian girls are hot.

High-flying shit. Not the first time Styx had encountered it in a match, but it was rare for crap like that to start out so early. Frankly, she’d never seen how that kind of nonsense got so popular. Why would anyone just out of a ring that wasn’t on fire?

Regardless, Ace didn’t seem to share her opinion, and in the silver-haired banshee’s defense, turning her body into a living missile had worked out well. Styx was reeling, taking her sweet time getting back up, which meant that she’d be quickly knocked down, again.

Sure enough, she’d just gotten up, when a dropkick to the chest sent her stumbling away again, her back crashing hard against the barricade. She didn’t do go, but she probably would’ve if the barrier hadn’t been there to lean on. As it was, Styx took a little breather against it, shaking her head to make sense of the moment.

"What's wrong Styx? Ready to run away again, like a little BITCH!?"

Ace yelled, the reckless girl having no intention of keeping her distance from Styx.

As if to prove her own point, Ace backed up, to the halfway point of the ring apron, before turning and charging towards River Styx, leaping up once she was halfway across, showing the kind of bravery Gallium showed when she did a similar move, trying to smash Styx between her body and the ring barricade!

This looked oddly familiar.

Styx remembered being in a similar position with Gallium, during their first and last ‘match’. The pinkette had tried a little something like this, though Styx couldn’t remember how it turned out for her off the top of her head. Not as well as this, she doubted.

When Ace hit her, Styx crashed up against the barricade, her back driven into it hard by the lightweight. Reeling, not just from the attack but the sheer alacrity of it all, the whole assault taking her by surprise.

Styx wasn’t falling yet, but she was stumbling. She moved her way across the aisle and tried to roll in under the ropes, nursing her aching back every step of the way. It wasn’t a pretty picture, and it was getting worst to look at with each passing second.

This time, when Styx retreated, heading into the ring, Ace didn't follow. Instead, she got on her knees and lifted the flap on the ring apron, looking underneath the ring.

It took her a couple tries, but luckily for her, the powers that be in AFW always seemed to account for impromptu matches such as this, and kept the underside of the ring well stocked for such an occasion.

Thanks to that, it was on her third side of the ring that Ace found what she was looking for, pulling out a long brown table, to the crowds delight!

Styx rolled into the ring and started to rise up, already raising her arms up in defense, fully expecting Ace to be all over in her the worst way - but that didn’t happen. Instead, Styx was given some time to rise up and gather her bearings, and she saw the reason why a moment later.

Getting the tables. Good.

Seeing an opening, Styx took the opportunity to roll back out of the ring, getting under the ropes right as she finished pulling the table out from under the apron. The second her feet touched the floor, she dashed forward and swung out with a forearm strike, looking to smack Ace in her face before she could realize what was happening.

Ace had taken too long, given Styx too much time to recover. Worst part of it was, she never saw it coming. As soon as she had the table, she pulled it upright, intending on setting it up as she turned...in time for Styx's arm to smack into the back of the wood and drive the table itself into Ace's face!

With a pained cry, Ace fell back onto the floor, the table that had turned against her falling on top of her, covering her body with its wooden woody woodenness.

There went the boos, starting up as soon as Silver Ace’s body hit the ground. Figured. The crowd was fine with their little hero cheap-shotting Styx like that, but heaven forbid she get in any offense on the little bitch. It was like with Angel all over again.

”Skinny little fucking…” Styx muttered and leaned against the barricade for a moment, catching her breath and letting the anger grow. It reached a peak soon enough, and she vented it by spinning around, lifting the table off of Ace’s body, then slamming it right back down on top of the Canadian Wonder, sandwiching her between the floor and the hard wood.