Miss USA vs Silver Ace

Marilyn Uehara took one deep breath after another, trying to steady her nerves. About to be more known by her ring name, Miss USA, she was about to debut in the AFW.
*Alright. Three years at the hell of wrestling boot camp here, a dozen matches in the minors here. Heck, I wrestled in a high school gym three blocks from here.* she thought to herself as she bounced lightly on her heels. *So...this is nothing new. Nothing at all.*

With that, she was motioned through the curtains as her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIc-T0lhF94:ohfib707]theme[/url:ohfib707] began to play. Clad in her American flag print outfit, Miss USA stood at the top of ramp, where she yelled "From many people, one country! From many countries, one world!" and then ran to the ring at a full sprint. However, Marilyn was more than a little taken aback when the crowd began to boo her heartily. What she didn't know was that she was coming in the aftermath of Akashi's rousing speech earlier in the night, before Valley Doll answered her challenge.
She slid into the ring headfirst, under the bottom rope, baseball style, wondering what she did to earn the crowd's ire. Raising a hand to the crowd got her nothing but vocal venom, as people berated her.
*What in the world? It's like being in wrestling camp all over again..*

However, Marilyn resolved to get over this.
*Action....that's what this about. Actions make reactions. A good showing, a fair match, good conduct. Ideals every American here should be following. Just keep doing that, and you can win the hearts and minds.* she mentally reminded herself as she settled into the corner to wait on her opponent.

Ace stretched her legs, making sure she as nice and limber as her opponents music played. This was her first match back in Japan since Summer Splash, and the silver haired girl was eager to back in the ring. Life had been hectic lately, with things between her and Valley falling apart. It was going to feel good to get back in the ring and just focus on the job. Granted, Valley had already mentioned her name earlier in the show, and also mentioned their "hiatus" on air, which irked Ace to no end. Still, she had to put that behind her, and focus on the task at hand.

Her theme began playing, the 20 year old making her way down the entrance ramp, the crowd booing her, though nowhere near as much as they had her opponent, which was no surprise given Akashi's speech earlier, where she pandered to the crowd the way she always did, and then Valley came out and put her foot in her mouth. What was more confusing, was her opponent, a tall, purple haired girl in red white and blue mask and matching bikini.

"Well Well...look at you....when did Captain America get sexy?"

Ace asked, raising an eyebrow, hand on her hip after getting into the ring. No wonder the mostly Japanese crowd was booing the shit out of the girl. The Canadian did a couple light stretches just to pass time as she looked over her opponent.

"So, I'm guessing your new? I'm Ace...Silver Ace"

Marilyn watched as Silver Ace made her way down to ring. Her opponent was smaller than her, but her time spent in training had shown her that wasn't as big as a factor as she used to think it was. Nervously, she shook one leg first, than the other, keeping them loose as she came out of the corner as Ace's music finished.

"Hi there." Marilyn nodded as Ace finished her stretches, then came over and spoke. "Well, you know, sometimes you have to make freedom look good." she replied to the silver haired Canadian's comment. "Although...I think I must've picked a bad time to be wearing the colors."

"You'd be right. I've been on the roster all of about five days." Marilyn responded to Silver Ace's next query. "It's good to meet you Ace. Good luck, to both of us."
She would then offer her hand to Silver Ace, looking to exchange a quick handshake before the referee called for the bell.

Ace couldn't resist a smirk at the girls comment and attitude.

"Fresh off the bus huh? I was like that once myself. Dig the bikini...but you might have misjudged your target audience here..."

She quipped, pointing at the booing crowd, before lightly tapping the palm of her hand against Miss USA's in replacement of a handshake, before getting her arms up.

"Cmon cute rookie, your neighbor from up north will show you whats up in AFW."

Marilyn smiled and shook her head ruefully. It was only expected that the new girl take some teasing but she hoped that if she could beat Ace, she could put an end to the newbie talk. But for the moment she could toss some good natured heat back her way.
"From Canada....eh?" Miss USA raised an eyebrow as she stressed 'eh' in a subtle jab at Canadian speech. "Well then neighbor, fair warning, I may be fresh off the bus, but if you're not careful, I'm more than able to throw you under it."

With that she readied herself for the bell. When it came, Marilyn, feeling the need to be aggressive and prove herself, would lunge forward. Moving to close distance with Ace, Miss USA would throw a low side kick towards the other woman's leg, looking to score a hit to side of her thigh.

Ace kept her eye on Miss USA, remembering her match against Iron Maiden, who had been much bigger than this masked girl was, and Ace had nearly choked that beast out, those same tactics would come in handy in this match.

Ironically, Ace had gone for a similar leg kick towards Miss USA's thigh, each girl hitting each others opposite thigh, though it was clear Miss USA's had some more power behind it, as Ace staggered a little after the kick, though she quickly righted herself, the other girl seeming to feel little effect from Ace's own kick.


"Alright, so your strong, cmon then!"

Ace yelled, challenging Miss USA to come at her, though it could also be said she was trying to psyche herself up. After all, the last two matches she had against girls bigger than her, Ace had been pinned and knocked out both times. She was going to have to make damn sure that didn't happen again.

Miss USA grunted as she took the hit from Ace, while the other girl staggered backwards a bit. However Ace recovered quickly, the Canadian even loudly yelling at her, challenging her.

Not one to back down, Marilyn rushed forward, and when she got close, would lash out with her arm looking to deliver a running clothesline.

"Eat this!"

Ace had enough time to duck under the charging woman's clothesline, turning around as Miss USA's arm passed over her head. Ace waited just a moment before moving towards USA as she turned back around, Ace reaching out to grab the taller woman's hair before aiming to ram her forearm against the side of her mask.

"Not fast enough!"

Marilyn mentally cursed as Ace ducked. She knew the girl was fast, but allowed herself to be drawn into rushing in anyway. She then paid the price for her impulsive nature after she turned around, taking a forearm shot after Ace caught a handful of her hair.

"Ungh!" she grunted taking the hit to the side of the head.

Miss USA would stagger backwards after being struck. Caught off guard the blow dazed her, and sent her reeling a few steps backwards into the ropes.

Ace quickly followed up on her forearm smash by charging into Miss USA's body, trying to push the masked woman against the ropes while trying to smash her smaller, yet hard fist against Miss USA's left side.