Friction in MSG: Rebecca Tomko Vs. River Styx

Styx was too busy rolling around, writhing in pain, generally hating life all around to pay much attention for  the moment, and she was thankful that the big bitch was apparently too hurt to immediately capitalize. No way things would stay that way for long, though. Getting up soon was a good idea.

She grabbed the nearest thing she could get her hands on, the fire extinguisher, and used it for support, propping it up on the ground and pushing her way back to her feet. Gingerly, ever-so gingerly, hissing every inch of the way. The fans didn't help things, either, as some dipshits in the front row pointed and laughed.

Styx aimed the nozzle their way and gave them all a good blast from the extinguisher, sending them all away in a scattered, screaming, shrieking mess. Wouldn't help her defeat Rebecca, but it did make her feel better. That was worth something.

Rebecca heard the shriek of some of the crowd as they were blasted with the fire extinguisher, no doubt upping AFW's lawsuit count yet again, but the big amazon wasn't quite ready to avenge them straight away with her still hurting arm. River was outside by the other side of the ring already and Rebecca's arm was still recovering, so she couldn't just go and grab her, even if she did reach over to the outside it wouldn't do much good, she didn't have any hair to grab! "Stop being an ass and pick on someone your own size!" She called out, pushing away from the ropes and beckoning the bald brawler to get back in the ring.

Styx got to enjoy the sight of New Yorkers losing their shit for all of three seconds, before Rebecca had to go and ruin her moment. She groaned, turned around, and started to make her way into the ring...only to stop right before she could slide in. Styx looked around the ring, thinking for a moment, getting locked into some deep consideration as she rolled her tongue around her jaw.

"You want me, Tomko?" She tossed the fire extinguisher into the ring. "You'll get me."

Styx started to walk around the ring, grabbing all the fun little items she'd pulled out from under the ring and tossing them over the ropes, hurling them towards Rebecca, one by one, literally the canvas. It was partly to give her a little time to walk off the pain in her back, but it was also to equalize things. Styx was not at all interested in doing pure wrestling with a woman who'd been in the squared circle far longer than she had, plus an extra six inches over her. No, the way to win was by making sure the fight stayed on her terms. As brutal, as violent, as reckless as concievably possible.

Rebecca batted away the various objects with her good arm as she stepped up to the side River was hiding out at, including a few chairs, a table, a random kendo stick and the same trash can that had bounced off her face like a thrown basketball earlier, leaving them all scattered around the ring as the amazon lumbered forward, ducking down between the top and middle ropes to aim a heavy punch down at the bald brawler's head, something to get the match going again.

The crowd was was starting to lose their patience with Styx as she went around the ring, but as usual, they were wasting their breath. She didn't much care about their words and opinions, but what she did care about - deeply - was Rebecca's fist, and when she bent down to pick up the baseball bat, that was exactly what she recieved as she stood up. Right in the face.

"Grrgh!" Styx staggered away as the blow rocked her brain, then turned back and glared up at Rebecca from below. No more foreplay, then.

She dashed towards the ring, slid inside, rose to her feet as quickly as her aching body would allow, and went straight for Rebecca, going for the giantess' shoulder with a homerun swing.

The crowd cheered as Rebecca finally chased the bald brawler back in to the ring with that shot, the big amazon continuing to hold out her hand to try and grab River before she slid in behind her and started swinging for the fences with that bat of hers, once again returning to hitting the big amazon's arm with metal things.

"GAH!" An aluminum baseball bat was not a fun thing to be hit with in any area, much less something that was already sore from being smacked by and into various metallic objects. Cradling her arm as she was sent staggering into the ropes, Rebecca tried pushing off with her good arm and raising up her leg, trying to boot River right in the chest.

This was far from the first time that Styx had ever hit anyone with a baseball bat, and because of that, she'd grown somewhat used to the pattern. Typically, they either went down or they flopped around and grasped whatever she hit, which gave her a good opening to hit them with further shots from the baseball bat. Rinse and repeat.

Styx expected that, so much that she was already reeling back for another hit, expecting Rebecca to be wide open after she struck the shoulder. Instead, what she got was a boot in the chest and a lot of pain.

Styx grunted and dropped the bat as she stumbled away. That would've been bad enough, but she tripped over the trashcan as she went, falling flat on her back. Not a good sight.

Crowd found it funny as hell, though. Fuckers.

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief as River staggered back over the trash can and fell backwards. The bald brawler's love of getting as many weapons as she could starting to work against her, the more space used up by foreign objects, the less space there was to land safely and with someone who could push and throw even the 200lb River Styx around, safe landing space was already at a premium, even if she was going to have to do it one handed.

Leaning back into the ropes to get a bit of momentum, once again the big Amazon pushed forward, this time taking a few strides to get a pace up before the two meter tall amazon jumped into the air, bringing her good arm out as she tried to land directly on River's chest with a big elbow drop.

Styx kicked the trashcan away out of pure spite and looked around, trying to find a weapon within reach. The closest thing was the bat she'd dropped, and she instinctively reached out for it, hoping to pick it up and start working on Rebecca's shoulder again.

She'd just gotten her hand around it, when movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked up, just in time to see a terrifying sight - a 240 pound, six and a half foot tall, pissed off black woman coming down on her, elbow first.

The elbow hit on target with enough impact to make her body jolt upwards after the hit, and she immediately started to roll away while she groaned and moaned. She knew what a broken rib felt like, and that felt like a broken rib. No question.

First priority was getting away from Rebecca, second priority was gettng back to her feet. She rolled over to the corner and grabbed the turnbuckle with one hand while she kept her arm clenched against her chest with the other, trying to pull herself back up.

Rebecca crashed down on top of River with enough impact to not only just make the bald brawler jolt up but also shake the whole ring to it's foundation, the big amazon rolling off to let River lament her choices in life and pull herself together. That was the problem with committing to something big like that, even if it was on her good arm, it made getting all 240 pounds of her back up was easier said than done.

Lifting herself back off the mat took a while, and she was far away from where River had crawled to, all the more time for her to walk over and wrap her good hand around the bald brawler's throat.