SS22 Silver Ace vs. Bashira Matsumoto

A time-honored tradition withing the sport of wrestling was when the veterans or elder statesmen of the profession gracefully stepped aside so the new blood who had the hunger and drive could take up their mantle at the top of the card. Given Bashira's big-bodied thickness it shouldn't even be debated as to whether the behemoth had the hunger or not, but in Bash's experience migrating between wrestling federations, sometimes those industry warhorses weren't keen on bowing out of the race in favor of the new generation. Sometimes they needed a little extra persuasion, whether it be through a clenched fist or some rotund girth squashing them into the canvas. And that frigid splash of cold truth was exactly what Bash was intending to dole out in what was becoming a one-sided mauling of the Silver-haired fan favorite after an admittedly strong start on her part that went all downhill from there. Audience members wearing the same face-paint as Ace having little to smile about as Bash threw her massive weight around with the absolute worst still to come...

A few jiggling thwacks against her thonged crevice announcing Bashira's dreadful intentions as the dominant Bear-Woman started on her ominous approach, a fate worse than any mere defeat in a wrestling ring being prepared for the sunken Silver Ace. A swiveling stinkface attempt with Bash intending to quite literally wipe her smug superiority right in Ace's face even if it did mean some smudged makeup on her gargantuan backside afterwards. Except upon thrusting backward she'd practically collapse into a seated position herself. "Whatthahell..." Bash bitterly muttered when noticing the distinct lack of cushion for her pushin, swiveling to the side and using the ropes to aid her ascent as she started looking for the little Canadian puke in her bewildered confusion. Except after peeking over the top rope the back of her head would be tightly clenched onto as her throat was thrust downward into the top rope. "HUGAH!!!" Hacking breathes being blubbered by the Bear-Woman now backpedaling with hand over her throat and on wavering legs for the first time in a long time...

Oh good, that actually worked. Given how the match had been going for her so far, Ace had half-seriously been expecting the top rope to break from having the weight of Bashira's head snapped against it.

This was bad. Ace was being woman-handled in a way no opponent before her had done. Even the likes of Akashi or Iron Maiden hadn't bodied her as much, or as hard, as this beast had.

She needed to hit something big...a moonsault could be caught...but maybe something else would work, something to take the big beast down and let Ace lock in a submission hold. Maybe the Tri-Ace Choke, try to make her pass out...

Grabbing the ropes, Ace made a return trip to the top turnbuckle, a very rare trip for her. This time when she leaped through the air, she bent her knees, and stayed upright, aiming to land her knees onto Bashira's wide shoulders, and hoped that between the Meteora, and the rest of her body weight, she'd be able to drop the beast down to the mat!