Gallium Heart vs. River Styx: Heartbreaker

Styx pulled Gallium out from under the ring with a giddy look on her face, the kind of gaze she would’ve had if she actually took any joy from unwrapping Christmas presents. She couldn’t help it. While she was always eager to deliver violence to anyone and everyone for any reason, this bitch was asking for it way more than most had, and she was so eager to deliver.

She flipped Gallium, raised her foot for the vicious stomp, and-

Ate a face full of extinguishing gas. ”Fuuuuuh!”

Styx roared and flailed about, stumbling over to the barricade as she tried to clear her eyes.

Oh thank god that worked, Styx's boot would have damn neared smashed her face in!

Reaching back under the ring, Gallium quickly dragged out a chair, and reaching under again, pulled out...a bucket. A plastic bucket.

Wondering just what the hell the people in AFW were thinking, Gallium tossed the bucket right at Styx's head while she was still blinded, using it as a distraction so she could pick up the chair and ram it into Styx's gut!

"This is for Angel!"

Being a hardcore wrestler gave Styx a long list of skills, and one of those was being more accustomed to being blasted with fire extinguisher than any other normal human. She’d taken enough to be used to the feeling, to know that she’d be fine in a few seconds when her eyes cleared. So that was good.

It did mean she had to put up with Gallium’s offense until then, though.

”Grah!” She grunted, greatly annoyed and slightly hurt when something struck her head. Sounded like a bucket. Where did Gallium find a bucket?

”GRAH!” She grunted louder this time, more hurt than annoyed, as the chair rammed home. She staggered away, grasping her stomach as she neared the commentator’s table.

Ha! Yes! Fear The Bucket!

Despite not realizing just what a fantastic T-Shirt idea she had just created, Gallium did get another idea, almost as good.

With Styx against the table, clearing her eyes, Gallium angled herself before charging forward, getting a gasp from the crowd as she ran up and leaped off the nearby steel steps, throwing her body towards Styx, holding the chair in front of her, aiming to ram into Styx and sent her onto or even through the announce table!

"This is for Ace!"

Hate, hate, hate, hate.

Raw, untapped animus flooded Styx’s brain as she hurriedly tried to get her eyes clear. She was almost done getting her eyes cleared, planning all the nasty abuse she was going to heap on Gallium’s tender young body.

By the time she got her vision back, she had just enough time to look up and see Gallium flying towards her. And curse. ”Shit!”

Gallium couldn't have weighed much over a buck twenty soaking wet, but a chair and momentum could do wonders for impact. Styx was hit and went tumbling over the table, crashing into the North American commentators on the way and spilling out on the floor.

Yay! She didn't die!

Also OW! Turns out crashing into somebody a chair in front of you is really painful for the knees, the pink haired girl hitting the ground and rolling around, holding her sore knees, wincing in pain.

It wasn't until a couple seconds later that she heard the referee yell out "FIVE!" to continue the ten count, Gallium forgetting that a No DQ match still had count outs!

Scrambling up to her bare feet, Gallium grabbed the bottom rope and threw herself into the ring by the count of "SIX!", leaving Styx outside the ring at risk of being counted out!

That was it.

That was really fucking it.

This match hadn’t been pleasant so far, but that little chair shot from Gallium was the first thing that really, really hurt. Luckily for her, it was easy to push the pain away when she had so much blinding rage to cover it up with.

Styx stood up from behind the table. She didn’t go around it. She didn’t slide over it. She raised her fists high in the air and brought them down on top of the thing, hammering it with enough force to make the whole thing break apart, sending papers and bottles flying in all directions. She didn’t do it to show off, but because she had to smash something, and she needed it to tide her over until she caught Gallium. Which she intended to do.

Styx stepped over the wreckage and stormed her way back into the ring. She slid in under the bottom rope and made a beeline for Gallium, nearly knocking the ref over as she advanced.

The crashing sounds behind her were loud enough to make Gallium turn and look at...holy shit...

The AFW Announce Tables were designed to at least try and stay intact under pressure, though the impact of one or two wrestlers going/being put through them was usually more than they could take. Still, seeing Styx smash one into bits was both an incredible, and terrifying, sight to behold.

With only a little space and distance between them, Gallium went through the near ropes onto the ring apron, ignoring the pain in her knees to spring up the middle ropes onto the top, where she sprang off, throwing caution, and her swimsuit clad body, to the wind, trying to get her legs around Styx's neck and drop her flat with a Seated Senton!

Styx wasn’t the fastest woman in the AFW by any stretch of the imagination, as this match had so expertly proved. As she made her way in under the ropes, she was expecting to get jumped and kicked by Gallium. That would be the smart thing to do.

But Gallium wasn’t the smartest woman in the AFW by any stretch of the imagination. This was proved when she tried to jump onto Styx’s shoulder, the worst place to be in the entire arena.

She landed. Styx started to tilt backwards. Paused. Then she moved forward, turning to the side as she went. She broke into a little run, dashed towards the corner, and slammed Gallium into the pads with a vicious Buckle Bomb, making sure the little pink-haired idiot took all of the impact on her back.

Yes, it connected, and Styx went down!

W-went down?

...oh no...

"NonononononoNO!"

Galliums protests followed her as Styx ran across the ring, ending in a loud scream as she was powerbombed onto the turnbuckle, the top turnbuckle landing right in the center of her back!

After the hard impact, Gallium collapsed onto the mat on her front, whimpering and writhing, body shaking in incredible pain after the Buckle Bomb!