Miss USA vs Silver Ace

Ace collapsed after hitting the sidekick, landing on her side.

Rolling over to her front, the silver haired Canadian crawled over to Miss USA's big body, draping her own chest across Miss USA's, reaching to hook the masked rookies leg for a pin!

The ref girl dropped back down, slapping her hand against the mat.

"One!"

Her thoughts scattered by the impact of Ace's foot against her head, Miss USA drifted through a dazed fog. Then a fragmented bit of conversation came to her, from her trainer, after Marilyn had told her she had been called into the AFW.
"You are one of the most physically gifted girls who has come through here, and your work ethic is admirable. But the AFW will test you like never before Uehara-san. Eventually it will knock you down. Hopefully the training we gave you will be enough for you to drag yourself back up. I'll be watching you Uehara. Do us justice, and show the world even a rookie like you can be a force to be respected when trained by the AFW."

Ace's body lying on hers registered to her mind, jarring her from her reverie.
*I won't let it end like this!* Marilyn mentally screamed at herself.

"Two!" Came the ref's second count.
"Thr-"
Her hand was a hair's width from the mat when suddenly, Miss USA's shoulder came off the mat, drawing a shocked cheer from the crowd!

"FUCK!"

Came Ace's response, rolling off of Miss USA and slamming her fist onto the mat. There had to be someway to keep this big bitch down for the count.

Crawling over to the turnbuckle, Ace pulled herself up, back against the corner. USA was still down, and Ace needed some kind of big impact to keep her that way.

Grabbing the ropes, she pulled herself onto the second turnbuckle, raising her arm up into the air, gaining a few small cheers from the crowd, before she leaped off the turnbuckle, attempting to drop her leg down onto Miss USA's chest!

As the haze in her head began to fade, Marilyn managed a slight grin as she heard Ace's yelled curse, as she felt the vibrations of her opponent striking the mat. At the very least, she was making the Canadian as frustrated as she was moments before, so that was something.

Through half closed eyes, Miss USA watched as Ace crawled away, over to a turnbuckle. *What is she up to now?* she thought.
Then her opponent began to pull herself up, moving to a standing position, then eventually onto the second turnbuckle.
*Oh crap....no no no!* Marilyn thought as her mind informed her that Ace was intent on using the American's body as a landing pad for her own!

As Ace took to the air, Miss USA desperately rolled away from the Canadian, leaving only the mat to take her opponent's legdrop!

Ace barely had a second to react as she hit the empty mat on her backside, falling to her back as her tailbone ached in pain.

Laying on her side, Ace let out a weak whimper, one hand going to rub her waist after that impact. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it didn't feel great.

Miss USA's rolling evasion put her near the opposite corner from where Ace launched herself from. Looking over at her opponent, she saw Ace on her side, giving a soft whimper. Reaching out, she caught hold of the ropes, using them to pull herself up to her feet, although not exactly at a quick pace. She reeled as she made it to a standing position, still suffering some lingering effects of Ace's finisher.

*Ouch...bad luck for you. But, I'm going to win this!* Marilyn thought as she gave her opponent another glance. *If she thought that first spear was bad....wait until you take the next!*

With that, Miss USA bent between the ropes, stepping out onto the apron before climbing up to the top rope. Her ascent wasn't as fast, or confident as it would've been just moments ago, but having her bell rung by Ace's Flash Kick didn't exactly do wonders for one's sense of balance. It was perhaps, a testament to Marilyn's own willful, stubborn nature and the training that the former athlete got from the AFW's trainers that she made it up there without falling, but she did. Once there, she would wait for Ace to stand....and then in the second she turned towards her, Miss USA would leap from the top rope, her powerful legs propelling her towards the center of the ring where the Canadian would be standing, looking to deliver a flying spear from her high perch!

It took a minute, but Ace got up to her feet, rubbing her backside, sore after that landing.

She heard the crowd roar, didn't see Miss USA around her, Deja Vu of when she hit that crossbody on her...meaning she had to be behind her. Ace prepared herself as she turned and watched Miss USA leap down, straight towards her.

With Miss USA's head open, Ace jumped towards her diving body, grabbing her around her head and using her own momentum against her, dropping them both to the mat, Ace driving Miss USA face first into the mat with an Ace Crusher counter!

Leaping as she caught sight of Ace's face, Marilyn felt like she had the Canadian dead to rights. No she knew it. That's why when Ace leaped up to meet her, it nearly sent her heart out of her chest!

In the air, with no way to counter and change direction, there was no way to prevent Silver Ace's move from connecting. The smaller girl's arms circled her head and drove her face first right into the mat! For Marilyn everything just went black, and silent. She lay, unmoving, breathing being the only thing going on at the moment for the American....

Ace had to lay on the mat for a few seconds, catching her breath and making sure that she hadn't failed and been taken down by Miss USA's attempted move.

Sitting up, she looked back, seeing Miss USA laying on the mat, Ace's counter having worked. Grabbing the big girl by her shoulder and her outfit, she pulled her over to her back, before flopping her body onto Miss USA's, not even hooking the leg, having taken too much damage so far.

If this didn't work, she had no idea what she could do to take down this girl.

The ref girl dropped down again, slapping her hand on the mat.

"ONE!"

Marilyn remained motionless, blissfully unaware of what was going on as she was rolled onto her back. Her eyes were closed, and with her chest rising up and down, it almost seemed as if Miss USA was blissfully sleeping.

The referee brought her hand down for a second time, calling "Two!"