AFW Friction Hardcore Title Match: Silver Ace(C) vs Liberty Vella: Hardcore Match

"Ow ow ow ow"

Silver Ace groaned, holding her side, hoping her ribs hadn't cracked or bruised in the process. In truth, having left home to attend wrestling school at 15, Ace had never finished, or even got halfway through, high school, and thus, there was much of science...and history...and other such school room topics, that she never learned.

But, if she remembered her math class, things that were heavy tended to squish things that weren't as heavy, and Liberty had roughly 50 pounds on Ace, making the elbow drop even more painful on her light body, staying on the ground as Liberty searched for weapons.

Table? No, Liberty wanted to save that for later.

Chair? No, she wanted to try something a little different today.

Fire extinguisher? No. It'd be funny to spray her, sure, but she was looking to do some damage.

Liberty brightened up when she finally found something to her liking underneath the apron: a ladder. A stepladder, to be specific. Small, three steps, solid, but light enough to be wielded properly. Perfect.

She pulled it out and held it high, getting a cheer from the audience - though, whether they were cheering her or just the idea of more violence, she couldn't tell. ”Down to business!”

Gripping the ladder by the rungs, Liberty lifted it, approached the downed Ace, and brought it downward in a fast arch, trying to slam it into Silver Ace’s back.

*THWACK*

"MOTHER...FUUUCKER!"

Came Ace's loud cry, as a heavy wooden step stool was smacked hard onto her back, the Champion wondering just who the fuck left one of those under the damn ring.

Not wanting to take another one of those, she forced herself up onto all fours, trying to crawl away before Liberty could land another hit!

Ah, the sweet sounds of pain. Forget the bell - now it was a hardcore match, as far as Liberty was concerned.

Whether Silver Ace shared the same enthusiasm, she couldn’t be sure. She was hanging in there, taking it a like a champ, and wisely making some distance. Not that Liberty was going to let that happen, but she had to admire the gumption

”Nuh-uh.” With the ladder in one hand, she made her way over to Ace’s side and reached down, wrapping a buff arm around the champion neck and jerking her up into a hard headlock. ”You and me are just getting started.”

Seriously, that really hurt. Ace was like, tough and all, but holy fuck did that hurt. Fuck whoever left a wooden step stool under the ring. Fuuuuuck them.

Ace's attempt at getting away and recovering however, was stopped by Liberty, finding herself locked in a tight headlock by the bigger and heavier woman, gritting her teeth as the womans arm squeezed around her head. Clearly, Liberty was not going to be a pushover like Ace originally thought. It was going to take some creativity to put things back on a level playing field.

Luckily, she had something in mind. Trying to ignore the pain flaring in her back, Ace grabbed around Liberty's waist and, in one motion, stood up, letting out a loud grunt as she heaved Liberty upwards, off her feet, before falling back, trying to drop the former champ onto the guardrail with a back suplex!

When Liberty first felt her feet leaving the floor, she was confused. She hadn't jumped, obviously, so the only other option was that Ace was attempting to lift her.

Then, when she realized that, indeed, Silver Ace was trying to lift her up, that confusion gave way to amusement. While Liberty wouldn’t call herself fat by any real measure, she wasn’t skinny, either, coming in around 180 pounds. Good, solid weight. Trying would only result in Ace getting an aching back.

The amusement turned to fear, however, as she continued to go up, up, and away, and it became clear that while there would be an aching back, it wouldn’t be Silver Ace’s. It would be hers.

She didn't know how Ace did it, but the hardcore champion lifted her up and brought her down for a hard landed on the guardrail. Liberty let loose with a feral scream as she crashed into it, bone meeting metal for predictable results. She fell down to her knees, then flopped to her chest and writhed about in agony, clenching her teeth so hard she almost thought she might crack them. ”Goddamn...fuck! Fuck!”

In fairness to Liberty, she wasn't wrong. The woman WAS heavy, and it did make Ace's back ache. When she joined up three years ago, she probably wouldn't have been able to lift her. But that was then, and she wasn't a rookie anymore, and thanks to her growing skill, and training with Valley, she had grown stronger, enough to lift her up, and then, thankfully, gravity did the rest as she fell back.

Her back aching, the new Hardcore champ grabbed the guard rail to balance herself as she got up to her feet, looking down at Liberty. Oh yeah, she was PISSED, it was going to take a lot more to keep her down for the count.

"Don't like that, do you?"

”Fuck!”

Liberty was still rolling about on the floor a moment later, cursing up a storm and kicking her legs at the first real pain she’d taken in the match. Even though she’d had the lion’s share of offense so far, Silver Ace seemed to be going to quality over quantity, wrecking her back in one Hail Mary of a maneuver. She had to admire the pluckiness of it all, and if she’d been in the crowd, she’d probably be cheering the champion on, maybe even trying to start up a ‘This Is Awesome’ chant. She just wished she hadn’t been the target of it.

She rolled over to her chest as Silver Ace stood, the current champion looming over the former and giving her some words. Words that Liberty responded to in a predictable way.

”Go fuck yourself, sheeple.” Not much of a taunt, but she wasn’t feeling very chatty at the moment.

"Really, that's your best taunt?"

Ace replied, grabbing Liberty's arm and pulling the heavier woman up to her knees. Much as she would like to throw the girl around, she doubted that would be wise. Sure, it would hurt her, but the effort it would take would be too much for her, and probably be easy for the powerhouse to turn against her. Best to stick to what she did best.

Using a headlock and a grip on Liberty's arm to get her up, Ace took a step back, before throwing a hard kick, trying to smack her shin against Liberty's large (and bouncy, as Ace admittedly noticed) breasts!

Somehow, when Liberty stood on the ramp and made that challenge a couple of minutes ago, this was not how she’d thought things would go.

She’d seen herself controlling the match, being able to throw around her opponent with ease, and for a minute that was how things had gone - but that tune was changing quick? Now she was the one on the floor, getting hauled up, at her enemy’s mercy. And this was a hardcore match, after all - ‘mercy’ was in sharp supply.

Liberty’s tits, as big and busty as they were, did little protect her from the sharp kick that was thrown against her chest. All of the sudden she was getting flashbacks to her bout with Gwendolyn, and all the blows she’d taken in that bad. Being reminded of that bitch did nothing to improve her mood.

She rocked forward and fell to one hand, while the other nursed her stinging chest. She’d taken softer shots from baseball bats, she could swear. ”That…” She grunted and started to sit upright again, putting her chest on display for another shot. ”That it? Harder, bitch!”