Silver Ace vs. Abattoir

The crack of the elbow strike hitting home was practically music. Abattoir stepped back and rolled her shoulder, watching Ace collapse against the guardrail; after a few seconds without a response, she shrugged and wandered over by the steel stairs. Wrenching them loose, she pulled them over next to the announce table, clearly setting something up.

The count was at five, but Abattoir didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to break it. They had plenty of time, after all.

Shaking her head, clearing her daze, her head throbbing painfully. She must have had a thicker skull than she knew, plenty of other girls would have been knocked out by such a blow.

With the count halfway through, Ace watched Abattoir setting up the steel ring steps near the announcers table.

Not willing to let her follow up, the former Entropy champ pushed herself back up to her feet, taking a breath before charging towards Abbatoir, trying to tackle her onto the steps she just set up.

Exactly what Abattoir was setting up with the steel stairs would end up never being known due to what happened next, but it was generally agreed upon that it would've made people wince if they'd seen it. Given some of the things she was reportedly capable of with lighttubes, it was probably for the best that nothing happened as planned.

The reason for this, of course, was that she turned around just in time to meet Silver Ace charging straight for her. The two girls collided head-on, sending Abattoir sprawling back-first over the edge of the steps with a tremendous clunk of flesh on steel. It was a rough impact, and the nak muay hissed in pain through her mask, squeezing her eyes shut.

With Ace still on top of her on the stairs, Abattoir shoved at her opponent's face, trying to push her off so she could recover. It wasn't the most advantageous position, especially since she potentially had to worry about being counted out.

Getting shoved away, Ace left Abattoir to writhe on the steps as she rolled into the ring and rolled back out, resetting the referee's ring out count.

Grabbing her masked opponent, wondering if that mask she was wearing was even legal, Ace pulled Abbatoir back up to her feet, not giving her time to get her bearings before she quickly scooped the girl, aiming to body slam her onto the floor!

Small favors: there were a few seconds to recover, and with the count being reset, they had plenty of time to keep their fun on the outside going.

Abattoir had just managed to get her breath back and was rising off the stairs when Ace returned, hoisting her up and slamming her on the floor. The nak muay winced in pain as she landed hard on the outside, but with her energy back it wasn't quite as crippling as it could've been - a few seconds later, she was dragging herself towards the apron, trying to ignore the pain from Ace's barrage of attacks. Her opponent was in control for the moment, but perhaps if she waited for a chance to reverse their momentum, things would start going her way again.

"What's wrong? You can take it, can't you?"

Ace smirked, her opponent moving away from her, trying to get to the apron. Being "helpful", Ace grabbed Abattoir by her arm and pulled her up to her feet, before roughly whipping her towards the side of the ring, looking to throw her against the ring apron.

Despite her image as an 'attack, attack, attack' type competitor, Abattoir was more than confident enough to be methodical. The berserker impression she made wasn't totally unwarranted, but the cold mind of a tactician lurked behind those dead eyes. And so she played possum, conserving her energy, and kept crawling her way towards the apron, waiting. Sooner or later, Ace would take the bait...

Hands closed around her shoulder and wrist, and Abattoir grinned under her mask.

She was spinning before Ace could even finish whipping her towards the apron, reversing the move and sending her opponent up against the ring's hard surface. Quick as a flash, the nak muay leapt onto the apron behind her stunned enemy, grabbing the top rope and trying to lock both her thighs around Ace's neck in a sort of hanging choke. The ref protested, but it was technically outside the ring - there wasn't a lot that could be done about it.

All this, without a word. Abattoir didn't talk much outside of the ring, and even less in it - the crowd was becoming increasingly aware, as her career went on, that she preferred to have her fun in silence.

All it took was a couple seconds, and Ace found herself being choked, Abattoir proving to be a fair trickier opponent than she seemed at first.

With the count restarting, the face painted wrestler moved forward, pulling at Abbatoirs body and stretching it until she was nearly parallel in the air, only her grip on Ace's head keeping her up, before Ace dropped straight down onto her rump, figuring the sudden drop would either be enough to force her head free, or would break Abbatoirs grip on the ropes and drop the bitch face first onto the ring apron!

Abattoir squeezed, trying to cut off the blood flow through Ace's carotid artery, but it became increasingly difficult to hold on the further they went from the ring, and then the trap was sprung!  She dropped face-first, slamming into the ring apron so hard she bounced off and saw stars.

The explosion of light left her dazed indeed, and although they were both on the ground, Abattoir was semi-conscious, unlike her opponent.  Impossibly, she was still holding onto the headscissors - really it was just reflexive, at this point - but having just taken a huge hit that left her only barely lucid, her grip was really just a formality.

".....wha....?"

Her counter having worked, Ace pulled her head free from her opponents scissors, taking a deep breath to regain what the powerful legs of Abattoir had taken away from her.

Getting to her feet, Ace pulled her foe up as well, holding her upright before charging against her, trying to catch her around her stomach and ram Abattoir backfirst against the ring apron.