Miss USA vs Silver Ace

"Damn it!"

Ace yelled, pounding her first on the mat as she got off of Miss USA's big body.

"Why won't you just stay down?"

She growled, grabbing Miss USA by her hair and trying to pull her upwards to her feet.

"Cause I don't wanna..." Marilyn replied to Ace's frustrated outburst.
Miss USA was pulled up by her hair, giving a yelp of protest as she went as the yanking proved painful.

When the Canadian got her to her feet, Miss USA would try to lash out with a forearm to the side of Ace's head, trying to force her opponent back and gain some separation.

Ace yelped as she got an arm smashing into the side of her head, the force of it causing her to stumble away and fall against the ropes, shaking her head to try and clear away the stars that momentarily burst in her vision.

"B..Bluurg..."

She groaned out, trying to pull herself up.

Miss USA backed away as Ace stumbled back against the ropes. Shaking her head to clear it from the Canadian's earlier kick, she studied her opponent. Marilyn had hit her with several good power moves. Perhaps it was time for one of her moves from the other side of the playbook?

The American took a few steps back, reaching the opposite end of the ring, and then crouched low, into a runner's starting position, making the crowd murmur in confusion. Her fingertips lightly touched the mat as she went down to one knee. As Ace started to rise, so did Marilyn, pushing forward with her feet and hands to send her dashing towards the Canadian at high speed. When Ace came out of the ropes, Miss USA would try to land a high speed spear by burying her shoulder into Ace's midsection in a move that blended her track and field background with her wrestling training!

Ace only had a few seconds after getting to her feet to catch her bearings, before turning and moving away from the ropes, getting a couple steps and looking up just in time to see a masked red, white, blue, and purple blur a second before it smashed hard into her midsection, Ace's eyes widening and spittle flying from her open mouth as she was speared down onto the mat, the impact and momentum strong enough that, upon hitting the mat on her back, her legs kicked up, causing her to roll back, her mini dress falling to her waist as she ended up rolling onto her stomach from the sheer force and power of Miss USA's mighty spear.

*Clean hit! Caught her with all of that one!* Marilyn thought to herself triumphantly. *Women bigger and more solidly built than her have been put away by that move!*

Truly, in her time in AFW'S training and developmental league, Miss USA'S unorthodox take on the spear had cut down girls bigger than Silver Ace, keeping them down for a three count. With a sense of triumph, Marilyn caught hold of Ace's leg and take a moment to drag her a few steps away from the ropes before rolling her over on her back. Then she would drape herself over the Canadian in a pinning position, hooking her opponent's leg.

"One!" The ref called after she dropped down to make the count.

Ace could only groan, the spear having knocked the wind out of her. She lay limp on the mat as she was pinned, hearing the first count, chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Two!"

The ref girl called out, slapping her hand on the mat a second time, as Ace winced. This was supposed to be her comeback match, her turnaround after this entire year so far. Her chance to show that she did have what it took to make it in this league. She had to be better than this

The ref girls hand raised.

The hand came down.

"Thr-"

"No!"

Ace let out a pained gasp, forcing her arm up enough to get her shoulder off the mat, the ref girl's hand hitting the mat a moment later.

Standing up, the ref shook her head, raising her arm and pointing two fingers into the air, stating that Ace had had broken the count!

Marilyn nodded her head along with the count as it went from one, to two, and then....not three!
"What!?" She exclaimed in disbelief, looking up at the ref who showed her two fingers.
*No way.... I had to have knocked all of the air out of her! If I had hit her any harder my shoulder would have to be surgically removed from her body!* Marilyn thought to herself.

Getting to her feet she walked over to the ropes at the other side of the ring. Shaking her head in exasperation, Miss USA wondered what to do next as she watched Ace on the mat.
"I finish this......" she told herself.

She silently decided she would use her implant DDT finisher, Liberation, to put the Canadian down. Squatting down slightly, Marilyn settled in, waiting for Ace to rise again.....then stride forward, ready to hook Ace's head under her arm before delivering her leaping DDT maneuver....

Ace rose up slowly, needing to roll to the ropes in order to pull herself back up to her feet, panting heavily after that powerful spear nearly finished her.

It hadn't though, Ace had managed to power out of it, somehow. Adrenaline was flowing through her, willing her to get back to her feet, intent on getting back into the fight.

As she got up, she could see Miss USA watching and waiting for her to rise, before coming towards her. Ace let her get as close as she could, body turned to the side, before she made her move, sidestepping forward and kicking out with her leg, smacking into Miss USA's chin with her signature Flash Kick!

Marilyn smiled to herself as Ace regained her feet. The smaller girl needed the ropes to get back to her feet. To her, that meant that the Canadian would be an easy target, ready to be put away.

However that turned out far from the truth. As Miss USA closed in on her opponent, Silver Ace suddenly took a quick step forward, and out of the blue lashed out with a powerful sidekick that caught the star spangled wrestler square on the jaw. The impact snapped her head back as she toppled backwards, Marilyn landing on her back. The shocked roar of the crowd faded as she looked up into the lights, her eyes fluttering....