SS '14 Hawk and Lioness Vs. Silver Ace and Valley Doll

Another hard kick smashing into Ace's head, this one strong enough that the impact flipped Ace over to her back. This was bad. Ace was known for being able to take a fair amount of punishment, but even she couldn't take many of these hard kicks, especially not to her head and face. She had been to hasty, rushed in unfocused. She had to get back to her corner and tag in Valley. If she could just get back...

Ace raised her arms, trying to shift and rotate her body over onto its side, needing to crawl back to her corner if she had too. She had to think of some way to get past Jocelyn to do it, which was going to be difficult with her mind fuzzy from all those damnable kicks. Thank god the woman didn't wear actual wrestling boots, Ace thought, or the match might have already been finished!

Jocelyn felt a thrill run down her spine as her bare foot cracked against Ace's face and put her down once more. She saw the girl turn onto her knees and start to crawl back to her corner. What a sweet, sweet victory this would be! Allison wouldn't even have to lift a finger and Jocelyn would get to show off her skills. There was no way that the woman she was so obsessed with could criticize her in the least!

Jocelyn waiting until Ace was almost to her corner when she stepped her legs between Ace's side and bent down to roughly grab her hair. She then sat down on her back and threw one of Ace's arms over her knee as she wrapped her free hand around the silver haired girl's knee.

Once in position, she sat back and wrenched Ace's body as hard as she could, The one handed camel clutch, pulling on Ace's chin and straining her back, the grip on the hair giving her leverage and added pain and humiliation was all part of Jocelyn's finisher: the Canberra Clutch.

Jocelyn was beautifully seated upon her throne made of Ace's body. her lips curled into a sneer and her almond eyes flashed cruelly at Valley Doll as she had a front row seat to her girlfriend's demise. Inches away from a tag, instead she'd get to watch her protege and lover scream out a submission as the referee slid into place and asked Ace if she wanted to give up.

If there was one move in all of wrestling that Ace hated, it was the camel clutch. She despised the move, having never found a proper counter to it that she was able to utilize against her opponents. So of course, what did this Jocelyn bitch, who was quickly becoming Ace's most hated enemy, do next? She waited for Ace to come close, so damn close, to her corner, and locked her in a different version of her most hated move!

"FUCK! NO! Geroff you BiAAAAGHHH!"

Ace screamed, loud and clear for the all in the arena to hear, her spine, neck, and even scalp all ablaze with pain, she only had one arm available, the other trapped, and her free arm flailed about, reaching desperately for the ropes, the apron, anything, struggling uselessly for a minute before she reached out towards Valley herself, stuck on the apron watching, trying desperately to get her hand close enough for a tag, and all but flat out begging for help, Ace's eyes wide and alive with pain and panic.

Valley was kicking herself on the inside, wishing she'd never made the tag. Jocelyn was tearing her apart, piece by piece, and now she was putting Ace in a camel clutch. No, even worse than that, a modified version that went after the hair, meant to humiliate as much as hurt. Jocelyn could have gone for so many things, brought Ace down in all sorts of ways, but she went for the most sadistic option, and she made sure Valley had a real good look. It was torture for both of them.

The screams bit into her like daggers, digging deep into Valley's mind and twisting. She reached out, but Ace was too far away for a legit tag. She was in so much pain, pure agony, and Valley was so close she could see every detail of the look in her eyes. Fear. Pain. Begging for help.

Valley had never been one to cheat in a match, but then, she wasn't one to watch while Ace suffered, either. The ref would get on her, but there was no choice. Ace was more important than the match.

She slipped through the ropes and gave Jocelyn a kick in the face like she was going for a field goal."Get off her, you bitch!"

Jocelyn watched with glee as Valley's face contorted from the horror she wrought upon the elder woman's lover. When she saw Valley step through the ropes, she barely had time to let Ace go when the kick came cracking loudly into her.

It drove into her jaw, snapping her head backwards as spittle flew into the air. She flopped off Ace and onto her back staring up in a daze as the arena lights blinded her vision and the roar of the crowd deafened her ears.

On the apron, on the opposite end of the ring, Allison raised an eyebrow and nearly cracked a smile. The first wrestler to ignore the rules wasn't Jocelyn, but the sad old blonde. How very interesting.

Ace's body flopped to the mat after Valley's save, Ace panting heavily as she lay still, her body shaking as the residual effects of the painful hold went through her system. That was, by far, the most painful hold she had ever been put it. Worse than Iron Maiden's torture rack, even worse than the camel clutch that fatass sumo had put her in. Ace had never submitted in her career before, but if Valley hadn't made the save, Ace honestly believed she would have tapped out right then and there.

It took a couple minutes, but Ace was finally able to crawl the last few inches over to her corner, where Valley, once the ref girl forced her back onto the apron, would be able to tag out, allowing Ace to roll under the ropes onto the apron after.

Jocelyn laid sprawled out and panting as Ace took time to recover as well. Her small chest heaved and one hand rubbed her cheek as she watched Ace finally stir.

Jocelyn rolled to her hands and knees and watched as Ace went for the tag. "Bloody chunder!" Jocelyn yelled as she dove at Ace, barely missing her as she tagged in Valley Doll.

The Chistralian got sloppily to her feet and tried to wing a double axe handle at the incoming Doll.

Iron Maiden. Taylor Parker. Akashi Tanakazi. Jade Hawk and Gold Lioness. Jocelyn.

As Ace slowly crawled toward Valley's outstretched hands, these were the names and faces that ran through her outstretched hand. Ace was a good kid, a great friend, an awesome partner, but for some reason she seemed to attract nothing but pain wherever she went. It's like she was a bitch magnet - something about her just seemed to draw the nastiest people right to her. Valley had looked over the earlier matches with Ace, and they made her blood boil. The AFW wasn't a totally bad place, Valley had made a small handful of friends in her time there, but it was like everyone Ace came across was obsessed with treating her like dirt.

That rage had built up, day by day. She did a good job of keeping it in check, not wanting to start off any feuds and make things even worse for Ace. But today was the final straw. All that pent-up aggression was coming out, and Valley knew exactly where to focus it.

There wasn't any fanfare, no rallying of the crowd, just a hard determined look as Valley took the tag and stepped in the ring. She was greeted by a hard blow to her back the moment she entered, enough to drop her down to one knee as her hair flew all about. Fine. She could work from here, too.

She fell to her side next to Jocelyn and shot her legs, one in front of Jocelyn, the other behind for a scissor leg takedown. She made sure to put as much power as her legs could muster into it, looking to drive her forward right into the middle rope.

"Heh." Jocelyn grunted when she barreled into Valley with her sloppy double axe handle, putting the older girl down in her own corner. She was thinking that maybe Ace should have stayed in and taken the beating or submit because Valley was just going to end up looking stupid as she rode in to save her damsel in distress!

Jocelyn pivoted, turning to face the downed doll as she lifted up her foot to stomp it down hard into Valley's body, only to get her leg seized by the blonde's legs. The quick jerk threw her off balance, forcing her to grab onto the middle rope to completely keep from falling to the mat.

The Chistrailian growled and tried to yank her leg free. "Fuckin dish lickin chook! Get the fuck off me!"