[FWC] Tournament Canada Vs. Australia

Ace's cries were amplified by Jocelyn's roving hands and creepy attitude. She began having flashbacks to some of the worst moments of her match with Iron Maiden, once again in a situation where it wasn't even about the match, the other girl just wanted to hurt her and not stop hurting her. Unlike with Iron Maiden however, where Ace could dish out her own moves and had help from Tai, here she was alone, beaten down before she could get a finger to defend herself, and being tortured by a psycho she couldn't stop.

Thrown down onto the mat, Ace gasped and whimpered, rolled onto her back, barely having time to take a breath before it was driven out of her body by Jocelyn, leaving a gasping Ace coughing desperately for air, wanting to just curl up into a ball if it made the pain stop.

Valley had been hanging around the back - wasn't her night for a match, but it was a special occasion all the same. The opening of the Friction World Cup - she'd arrived a little late to take part in the festivities herself, but that was all well and good - her protege was taking part.

Protege? Was that really the right word for it? Most people didn't make-out with their proteges, though Valley wasn't complaining. Silver Ace was especially skilled - the girl had potential, real raw potential, and if Valley could help her bring that out and show the world what she could do? It was well-worth the time. She deserved the recognition. She'd make sure everyone saw what she saw, or go down trying.

Valley had been on edge ever since their match - they decided to hold off on their 'rematch' until the first round was over, and now was the perfect time. She had it all modeled out: she'd surprise Ace when she was coming back from the match after a hard victory, whisk her away back to her house, and spend the night taking care of all the aches and pains. Possibly to the tunes of slow jazz, with some wind coming in through the window, blowing their hair about.

That's how she pictured it, anyway. What she didn't picture, though, was what she saw when she came back from a quick bathroom break - her friend/lover/protege/student getting beat like a dog in the middle of the ring.

Without a word, she ran through the backstage and burst out of the entrance, running down the ramp wearing her street clothes - her Rolling Stones hoodie and jeans - appropriate wear, because she had every intention of beating Jocelyn like she was in the street.

She didn't even bother introducing herself - she just rushed in the ring and came at Jocelyn with a sidekick, going straight for the bitch's chest, on pure attack mode. "Get the hell away from her!"

Though Jocelyn should have guessed that Ace would have someone helping her out, she really wasn't thinking anyone would come for the Canadian. As she stepped of of Ace's chest and scowled down at her, She was ready to step up punishing the girl. That was until she saw, out of the corner of her eye,

A swift kick slammed into her chest and shot her backwards to her mat, falling on her ass. She grabbed her chest and looked at Valley Doll with a sneer. "Everyone's gotta fuckin slit hangin off their short n' curlies! Piss off!" Jocelyn scowled as she kept a steady eye on Valley Doll, not getting up just yet.

Valley's eyes just narrowed at Jocelyn as she stepped between her and Ace, forming a pissed off, 130 pound blonde wall.

"Bitch, I don't speak Austrailian gutterskank, so I don't understand a single word you just said - but whatever it was, I hope it was really, really profound." She balled her fists and moved into her wrestling stance, ready to go if that's what it took. "Because if you don't step off right now, they were your last words, so help me God."

She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at her young friend. "Ace...Hailey. You okay?"

Jocelyn hopped up when Valley turned to look at Ace. She took her own fighting stance, considering going after the girl. Her fists were clenched and her mouth held a tight sneer. She could run at Valley too and try and catch Valley off guard like she did with Ace. But what if someone came to back her up? What if she was expecting it? She'd gotten a lot of stress out and Ace looked pretty beat up. Jocelyn felt like she was satisfied and she didn't really WANT to tempt fate.

"I wouldn't want my foot rottin off if I tried kickin yer cunt off." Jocelyn snarled and backed away. "Get your dish lickin dyke outta here ya seppo twat!" Jocelyn barked as she eased out of the ring and began walking down the ramp, making sure that Valley wasn't following her.

"Hey, when I said I couldn't understand a word you're saying? I wasn't joking."

Valley turned, keeping her eyes trained on Jocelyn until she felt the bitch was a good ways off, not getting any weapons or bringing in reinforcements. The temptation to run after the skinny little bitch was tempting, but there wasn't any need - it wasn't like Jocelyn could hide. Sooner or later, they'd cross again, and when they did? Valley would give her everything Ace would've given her in a fair fight, and a lot more on top for punishment.

For now, she dropped down by Ace and shook her. "Hailey...Haily!"

Ace, or as Valley knew her, Haley, was left groaning on the mat as her friend/mentor came out to defend her, putting herself between the fallen fighter and any further attacks.

Jocelyn had really done a number on Ace, bruises were forming both on her face and body, a shiner under one of her eyes, her nose had blood coming out of it, which may or may not have been broken, and she had certainly at least bruised, if not cracked, a rib or two.

She whimpered as Valley shook her, hearing her voice and slowly uncurling herself

"V..Valley?"

She asked, surprised to see her out there, realizing the girl must have come and chased Jocelyn off.

Ace tried to push herself off the mat, getting about half way up before she collapsed. It simply hurt too much for her to be able to get up on her own. Frustrated, she pounded her fist on the mat, unable to believe she let herself get taken off guard like that. If her past opponents had seen that, they were surely in the back laughing at her right then.

"H...Help me up?"

She asked, not used to actually having somebody have her back. With Valley's help, she was able to get to her feet, leaning heavily on the older blonde for support. The ref girl announced her as the winner via DQ, raising her hand, the crowd letting out polite cheers, at least happy to see the unfair beatdown was over.

Inside, Ace felt humiliated beyond belief. Her biggest match to date, representing her home country, and while she had technically won, she had suffered the most one sided and humiliating event of her life.

Valley gasped when saw Ace's face - she hadn't realized just how much damage that bitch had done in just a couple of minutes. Her face was bruised and bloody all over. Definitely a few broken bones from the way she moved - outside, she was concerned, but inside? She was all that, plus kicking herself for not being out here sooner, or even being out here in the first place. She should've paid more attention, been looking out for Ace more, maybe even checked who she'd be fighting...it shouldn't have come to this. She had no excuse.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, sweetie." Valley helped her up, supporting her under the arms they rose and leading her out. "It's...I'm sorry. She's gone now." She lowered her head, as they took slow steps. Valley could tell from the look alone that the beating wasn't the only thing that was bothering her. "How bad is it? Anything broken?"

Ace winced as they made their way out of the ring and slowly went up the ramp. Ace had made the walk of shame up the ramp before, but at least then she had been proud of the fight she had put in, and proud she had at least made it up the ramp herself. But this match...even when the physical wounds healed up, mentally this was going to stay with her for a long time, the feeling of being completely and utterly helpless in the ring, unable to even defend herself.

Physically she would heal, mentally....she didn't know yet.

She shook her head in response to Valley's question, not sure herself yet. She would have to get checked out by AFW's medical staff for sure, said staff starting to become familiar to her.

She leaned in a little more against Valley, her face blank, the rich girl doing everything she could to avoid crying over this, not wanting to look even worse then she already did.

"...I just wanna go home..."

She muttered, wanting nothing more than to go home and pretend this night had never happened.

Ace was so sullen, so morose - relatively speaking, Valley hadn't known her all that long, but she knew this wasn't like her at all. Jocelyn hadn't just beaten her body, she'd taken something from the beautiful little sprite - something innocent and precious. It wasn't just a beating - beatings happened all the time in wrestling. Valley could have let that go, eventually. But Jocelyn had hammered away at Ace's spirit, and for that, Valley would never forgive her.

Never.

She helped the younger girl to the back and took her past the curtains, looking her over - she looked ready to burst, the poor thing. Like she was holding so much weight inside, like it was just crushing her, like she was still in the ring going through it - pure torture.

She pulled Ace over to the shadows and embraced her like a mother to a child, hugging her - not too tight - as she rubbed her back. "It's okay. You can cry. It's just you and me, here."