SS 18 Hardcore Title: Silver Ace (c) vs Jessica Wright (Monsters Ball Match)

Fitting, really. That a match with no rules would have its grand denouement happen in such a fashion, from a woman who had done so well with just such a maneuver. The effects of the blow were as apparent as they were immediate, just as Jessica had intended. And when Ace went down, Jessica got moving to capitalize on her dirty and underhanded move. She stood over her opponent, hoving above her like a cloud whose darkness and size portended nothing but imminent doom.

Jessica stomped Ace's stomach. It was not going to be as effective as another kick to the crotch would be, but Jessica did not need that much damage. She was just trying to buy time. As soon as the blow hit home, Jessica tore to the side of the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and groping underneath the apron. Her hand came upon a bag of thumbtacks, and the second she grabbed them she was already making her way back into the ring. With little flourish, she upended the bag and spread the tiny points of pain across the mat.

Then she returned to Ace. She had come into this match with such gusto, and now she was going to leave with a thousand tacks in her. Jessica bent down, and picked Ace up, taking care to tuck her head into the right spot. From there, she would attempt to lift Ace up in a delayed vertical suplex.

The Fujita Five had ended many women's nights prematurely. Jessica showed off her awesome power by keeping aloft for second after second, before coming down. Right so Ace's back would slam into the thumbtacks.

Honestly, Silver Ace never even felt the kick to her stomach. It probably hurt, probably would have made her cough and gasp...but the kick to her kitty already left her breathless, the immense pain of the kick fading into a cold numbness that spread through her body.



By the time the numbness wore off and Ace was aware of her surroundings again, everything seemed...different. Her head felt...heavy...her face felt warm, and the world was...upside down...



Why was the world upside down...and what were those shiny things on the-OH FUCK!



Ace finally realized just what was going on...right as she was suplexed onto thousands of sharp little thumbtacks, feeling hundreds to thousands of sharp little stings all over her body, each one drawing a tiny bit of blood. Her arms, back of her legs, her butt, and especially her back, her half top already exposing skin and having blown upward during the suplex, causing her entire back to be filled with metal.



The sheer shock, and incredible pain, actually sent her off of the mat, rising up to her knees before falling onto all fours, body shaking az she tried to cope, tried to fathom how bad this match had gone.




"V-Valley?" Ace whispered, staring at the blood and tacks in her arm. "I...don't wanna be in Rome anymore..."

Jessica rose. She felt like the most powerful woman in the universe, and she could not find anyone who was going to argue with her too much at the moment. As Jessica stood with an Ace high in the air, she felt like she could conquer the world. And when the walls came tumbling down, she somehow felt even larger than that. Ace's body was slammed down, not only against the mat, but against thumbtacks. She could not imagine the terrible pain that Ace was in, physical, spiritual, and emotional. She had spent her entire career ensuring she would never know such pain.

The Violent Violet spread her arms wide. She was entreating millions of Romans who walked through these hallowed halls thousands of years ago, who were so accustomed to terrible violence that even this would be tame. No one had died, despite Jessica's best efforts. She was getting a rush from just this, and she wondered what it was like to...no. Too far. She was here to win the belt, and that was her only goal.

She reckoned she was close. After all, Ace's attempt to arise was abortive. Jessica marched over to her fallen foe with her head high and her shoulders back as if she had already won the match. She bent down, and brought Ace up, just a little, before tucking Ace's head between her legs. She would then attempt to wrap Ace's hand up under her opponent, setting up for her finisher, the Queenmaker.

While Silver Ace was one of the more popular wrestlers in the AFW, one wouldn't have really known that from the crowds reaction to the way things turned, rabidly cheering on the Violent Violet as she marched around the ring. It made sense really, hundreds of years, people in this place would sit in this hallowed arena and watch gladiators fight to the end, and only the strongest and greatest, only the most worthy, would be able to achieve victory.

Right now, this modern day audience was seeing a modern day gladiator, one who had truly bested her opponent, praising a warrior who was truly worthy of the title she was seeking.

Which would have been great...if Ace was that warrior.

Distracted by the thumbtacks in her body, the sheer agony her body was in, the face painted warrior had met her match this day, and was soon upside down, locked tight in place. She had no defense, no recourse, no escape.

When Jessica brought her down, she went down with a resounding crash onto the mat, onto the very same pile of thumbtacks she had previously been suplexed on, laying still and prone on the mat, arms and legs spread without any further movement!

Jessica was on her knees. Part of the reason that she did not get up so quickly was because she had a bunch of tacks in her knees now. The other reasons was because she just wanted to marvel at the destruction that she had wrought. Jessica's chest heaved as she breathed deeply, and she scanned from left to right. Scores and scores of thousand fans, all cheering for her. Jessica lifted her arms up in victory and the crowd duly responded. She basked in their love.

But it was not enough. Jessica needed to win. And given that she had just hit her finisher, it was time for this match to be over. The Violent Violet got up and rolled Ace over, onto even more tacks. Honestly she would be surprised if there were many tacks left on the mat on not in Ace's front or back or in Jessica's knees. But that was hardly the biggest source of worry for either of them at the moment.

She lay across Ace.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

TWO!


THREE!


Just like that...it was over.

The match...Ace's Hardcore Title reign...her vendetta against War...it was over. She was bruised, bloody, covered in dirt, had glass in her back, thumbtacks in her back...and thanks to the Queenmaker, had thumbtacks in her chest, breast, and even her face, several tacks sticking in her forehead, just above one of her eyes, blood trickling down her face.

A horrifying sight, and certainly a painful experience...but one that Ace luckily didn't have to feel, having been knocked completely and deeply unconscious from the other woman's finishing move, left limp and KOed on the mat as the new champion was handed her belt.

The bell rung. Everything was such a rush. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. Jessica had won the match, which meant that she and she alone was going to be the champion. Her eyes were wide. The Violent Violet continued laying on her opponent, still reeling from the now obvious fact that she was the winner in this particular contest, meaning that she was now the hardcore champion. Still in a daze, Jessica pushed herself up, and looked around. Everything was a blur. One of the indistinct shapes which may have been the referee was approaching her, and Jessica turned her attention to that shape.

Um, Miss Wright...

Jessica snapped back to reality in an instant. The roar of the crowd became too real, and Jessica raised her hands. The ref girl tried to reach up and touch her wrist, but Jessica was too tall and the zebra only got up to around her elbow. All the same, Jessica was the champion. She roared out to the crowd, loudly defying all of them. The Violent Violet then fist pumped, as the ref girl placed the belt around her waist.

Jessica marveled at it. For so long, she had been groping around in the wilderness, banging around the indies, fighting and losing in AFW. And now she was at the top of the mountain. A wide smile spread across her face as she soaked in every second of this moment that she possibly could. She looked up, and then down back at the belt. It glimmered in the wan light of the arena. But to Jessica, it shone like the light of a thousand thousand stars.

The Violent Violet then raised both hands, once more.

The crowd was, of course, a cacophony at the moment. They’d just seen their little heroine fall, deposed by the big, bag Jessica Wright. Oh, she’d put up a good fight, thrown everything into it that she had, but it just hadn’t been enough to deal with the Violent Violet. Friction had a new hardcore queen, Jessica had the belt she deserved, and WAR had a champion in their ranks.

It was a wild, bloody display, and there were cheers and boos and all manner of noise coming from the people. Pure chaos, and it wasn’t about to get any better, either.

“IIIIIIIIIII HAAAAAAAAAATE YOU!”

Out came River Styx, earning a fresh wave of hatred as she walked down the ramp, the purest smile on her face. In fact, she was the happiest anyone had ever seen her. There was a real smile on her face, and not even the usual crooked, evil one that she loved to show. Her face was beaming, her eyes were wide. She looked...proud?

Because she was. She was as proud as she could be of someone who wasn’t herself. A rare feeling, but one that she wanted to revel in.

Minding the tacks, Styx rolled into the ring, stepped on Ace’s unconscious body as she made her way to Jessica. Jessica the Champion. Her Jessica.

She didn’t say a word. She simply wrapped her arms around Jessica’s head and pulled her in for a wet, bloody, heavy kiss, pressing her lips against the hottest woman she’d ever met.

Jessica heard the crowd start booing. I mean, it was to be expected given who Jessica was and who Ace was and what had just happened between them, but the renewed scorn perplexed Jessica for an instant. She wheeled around to find a familiar face coming down the ramp. For once, the weight of the event, of where they were, of the whole evening dissipated into nothing. River, her beloved River, was now coming towards her.

She raised the belt and whooped in River's general direction, not showing any shyness to a woman who had seen all of her. There was no point in hiding anything from River. Quite the opposite, Jessica wanted the world to know that she had won, she had earned the belt, and that she loved River more than anything.

Jessica embraced her lover as she came nearer, kissing River greedily. The Violent Violet felt that she was at the top of the world, and there was nothing that could possibly bring her down. She shivered once, the emotions of the moment temporarily overwhelming her before she regained her composure and stood up straight once more.


Jessica Wright wins via Pinfall: New Hardcore Champion