Gallium Heart vs. River Styx: Heartbreaker

BOOM!

Styx could’ve sworn she felt the entire audience collectively cringe away at once, as Gallium slammed into the turnbuckle with thunderous force. The cheers instantly went away, no more rallying behind the plucky underdog. They knew what she knew. It was over. Just like that. Styx had just won, and it was only a matter of going for the pin.

But not now. Later. She was about to make music, and she had a few more notes to add before she reached the finale.

Styx sneered at the fallen Gallium, breathing heavy through her clenched teeth. Not much to say now. Just one word. ”Up.”

She reached down, grabbed herself two handfuls of pink hair, lifted Gallium up, and stuffed her head between her legs. ”Tiger.”

Styx hooked Gallium’s arms behind her back, then lifted her up, flipped her over, and drove her back down as she dropped to knees for extra power, bringing the lightweight's shoulders to the mat with a mighty crash.

Gallium whimpered and gasped on the mat, the wind completely knocked out of her after that powerbomb on the turnbuckle, though the protesting yelp and kicking of her bare legs showed the ref she was still alive as Styx pulled her up.

Despite still having some life in her, it did her no good, as Styx easily flipped her up and Tiger Bombed the pink haired girl back down to the mat, getting another cry from her lips upon impact!

The great thing about the tiger bomb was that, like many great powerbombs, it ended with the opponent’s shoulders to the mat, ripe for a pin. Styx could’ve ended it quick, and the referee even moved in for the count.

Before she even had the chance for one count, though, Styx stood up and broke the pin herself, getting a fresh round of jeers from the crowd. They understood the game now, it seemed.

Styx took a moment to walk around Gallium’s body, giving her little kicks in the side as she moved, egging her back to life. She wanted her to stay aware after all. Punishment was about learning, and she couldn’t learn much if she couldn’t think.

”Come on.” A little kick in the side. ”Still awake, pinkie?” A little kick in the head. ”Ace is watching. Gotta make her proud, right?” A quick stomp on the knee.

The ref girl was set to count the pin and put an end to this one sided farce of a match, only for Styx to decide to let it go on, earning a glare from the referee.

Gallium could only whimper, each kick and stomp getting a cry from her lips, the pink haired girl trying to crawl away, towards the chair laying on the mat, needing it if she wanted to put up any kind of defense against Styx, though she would settle for just getting away from Styx if she could, realizing just how much of a mistake she had made!

Styx had started to reel back for another kick, when she noticed what Gallium was going for, watching as she crawled toward what she likely thought was her salvation. ”Oh, what’s that, bitch? You want the chair?” She reached down and wrapped her arms Gallium’s waist, effortlessly liting her up and letting her battered form ragdoll. ”Gutwrench.”

She lifted her up into the powerbomb position, got a little running start, then dropped her down hard right on top of the chair, falling along with it for the greatest impact.

"N-noooo..."

Gallium protested, her chance at a possible escape cut off as Styx scooped her up and onto her shoulders, Gallium aiming a few desperate, but not powerful, punches to Styxs face before feeling herself falling down.

"AGHHH!"

Gallium screamed, her back arching and limbs flailing in sheer agony as she was powerbombed onto the chair. Eventually, once the writhing stopped, Gallium laid on the cold steel, body spasming as the girl, nearly in tears, whimpered pathetically.

The referee, frowning, dropped to her knees, knowing Gallium was beyond done and wanting to count the pin to end the girls suffering and get her medical attention.

Styx stood back up, surveying the damage. She could’ve gone for a three count. She gone for a hundred count, probably. The idea was tempting. But the little pity punches she'd taken in the face made her think that Gallium still had some fight left in her. A tiny sliver. Completely unacceptable.

”Oh, what's wrong?” She shoved the referee out of the way, giving her a clear path. ”Not going the way you pictured, huh?”

Styx took a step back, then moved forward and punted Gallium in the side, again and again, as many times as needed to force her out of the ring under the bottom rope and dump her out on the floor.

The referee growled as Styx shoved her back, knowing she couldn't disqualify her for it and couldn't fight Styx either, forced to let her continue.

Gallium let out a loud yelp with each punt, body sent flying until landing outside the ring, coughing and gasping, the wind completely knocked out of her.

The crowd booed loudly, several throwing cups and cans and assorted trash at Styx. The match had already been hers, at this point, she was just kicking a cute puppy for no reason!

Styx dropped down, rolled out of the ring...and was immediately pelted in the face by a cup, spilling orange Fanta all over her shirt.

”You fucks!” She started to charge at the crowd, more than ready to just jump in and start throwing blows, when she remembered the reason they were so pissed off. They didn’t like her breaking their little hero? Too bad. Hitting her with trash wasn’t the way to make her stop.

SInce there was no real rush, Styx took a moment to reach under the apron, pulling out a table - much to the audience's horror. She set it up fast, getting the legs down with Gallium writhed. Made sure it was in just the right position. Perfect.

”Stupid…” She grumbled and turned back to Gallium once more. This time, she didn’t bother grabbing the hair. She just grabbed the little woman’s head with both hands and squeezed it tight, crushing down on her skull as she forced her between her legs.

With no mercy, hesitation, or remorse, Styx lifted Gallium up on her shoulders, held her up, then threw her down right onto the table, letting her back crash into the unforgiving surface. The wood gave way on impact and splinters flew as Gallium went straight through it, making a cacophonous noise that could be heard all the way outside.

Galliums slim body went through the table with a sickening sound, like wet, raw, meat hitting a hard floor. She couldn't even scream, laying flat on her back on the mat, eyes wide, mouth open, letting out a tiny, high pitched, gasping squeal as the wind was knocked out of her, body convulsing from the unbearable pain.

"Oh for fucks sake Styx! This is beyond excessive! No, fuck this. Ring the bell, she can't compete anymore! Somebody get down here!"

The referee yelled, having seen quite enough and already signaling for medical teams to come down. Once they started running down, she signaled for the bell, the ring announcer standing up and raising a microphone.

"The Referee has declared that Gallium Heart is no longer responsive or able to compete, therefore, your winner, River Styx!"

He said, Styx's music playing as the crowd booed loudly.