AV 16 Hardcore Title cage match: Adrian Kytes (c) vs. Silver Ace

Ace's arm hung in the air for a few moments after her surprising break up of the pin,  but aside from that, the challenger didn't make any real movement, and, between the blurry spots, dizzyness, and throbbing in her brain, she could only offer little resistance as the champ got up and grabbed her legs.

She could feel her legs being twisted, her body turned, not really registering the boos from the crowd, or that she was being put into her countries most famous wrestling move...at least, not until it was locked in.

"AHHH! FUCK! AGHH!"

She screamed, flailing her arms and upper body around, the sheer pain of being bent in the sharpshooter doing wonders to give her crystal clear clarity, as she thrashed, pulling at her hair, knowing she couldn't even reach for a rope break to escape!

Adrian grit her teeth and squatted down as she pulled on the challenger's legs for dear life, trying to ignore how numb her own legs were from just the wear and tear that this match had already put on them, but she had Ace trapped. No rope breaks, no measures to stop Adrian locking in the Sharpshooter, just one of the most famous submission holds doing it's thing while the Hardcore Champion yelled for someone to "RING DA BELL!" with a crazed laugh as she was showered in boos. If only this was Montreal, she could already picture the Tim Hortons coffee cups being thrown at the cage.

While it wasn't Montreal, who at least became infamous as a result, the fact that the Screwjob was being referenced, and with their own hometown hero no less, enraged the Toronto crowd. Their previous boos for Adrian, or any other heel throughout the night, was nothing compared to the boos and curses they now yelled, throwing garbage like wrappers, and drink cups at the cage, the beach ball that had been bouncing throughout the crowd even got thrown, landing in the ring, along with various bits of trash.

Throughout it all, Ace was writhing and screaming, pulling at her own hair, the referee asking if she wanted to submit.

"Do you give?"

"NO!"

She protested, though as the seconds passed, and a raging fire burned in her back, she raised her hand, hearing her fans begging her not to tap out. She had never tapped before, and tapping to this move, in her home town, would just be shameful.

Biting her lip, she turned her head...and saw the laughing Adrian's foot nearby...acting on a flash of inspiration, she wrapped her arm around said foot, and pushed with her legs, while pulling Adrian's foot back, tripping the champ onto the mat and breaking the hold.

That wasn't all though, as, while still laying on the mat, she grabbed Adrian's other leg, crossing them over and, while gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up to her feet, keeping Adrian's feet crossed, and hooking them under her arm, the crowd roaring in approval as Silver Ace locked Adrian Kytes in a Sharpshooter of her own!

Adrian didn't know what was going on until it was too late. It was a counter she had used herself in similar situations and experience should have told her to watch her footing, but the exhaustion/adrenaline mix was clouding over what rationality Adrian had left, leaving her a sitting duck as Ace swept the leg. "Nononononooo!" The Hardcore champion screeched as she felt her legs get twisted and pulled in retaliation. Leaving her stuck far away from any possible sanctuary with a massive pain in her legs and back.

The crowd was roaring, as Ace made it back to her feet, on shaking, rubbery, legs, a painfully hot and burning sensation going through her legs and back. She panted, breathing heavily, sweat pouring down her face as she adjusted the hold, raising a hand up to the crowds delight.

This was it, she was about to use her countries most famous hold, in her hometown, to win the biggest match for the biggest title of her career, and all she had to do, was sit back, lock this hold in, and let Adrian tap out.

She adjusted her feet, so that she wouldn't fall victim to the same trick that let her escape, sat back down on Adrian's body...and kept going, the younger fighters legs giving out on her, causing her to collapse backwards, groaning as she lay on her back, forced to release the hold, with Adrian stuck under her, Ace's spandex clad booty on the back of her head, completely deflating the crowd, while the exhausted fighters tried to get their breath back.

Adrian's head hit the canvas the same time as her knees did, trying to relax on the canvas as she ached from head to toe before just where Ace collapsed made itself apparent. "Ummph!" Adrian let out as she felt the Canadian's bodywright fall on her, mainly on her head to add to her woes leaving the Hardcore Champion to weakly attempt to roll away towards the ropes. No springing up this time, she was going to take every bit of help from the ring she could get, and that included using the ropes to pull herself up.

Ace's body shifted from Adrian moving under her, but aside from that, stayed on the mat for several minutes, the two fighters, bloody and tired, taking the time to catch their breath and try to recover as best they could while the other was down.

Finally, as Adrian rolled over to the ropes and pulled herself up, Ace did the same, rolling over to the ropes and pulling herself back up to her shaking, noodle like, legs.

She was, quite simply, exhausted, half of her face a crimson mask, blood and sweat mixing together and dripping onto the mat below, spreading on the ropes when she got up, leaning against the ropes. She panted, still getting her air back, feeling incredibly hot and sweaty under the lights, not used to wearing her old outfit, heavier than her more common one.

Deciding to take function and ability to breath and not be stifling under the lights over fashion, and with Adrian not attacking yet, Silver Ace did something she had never done in the ring before...and stripped, slipping her arms into her dress and sliding it off her body, tossing it onto the mat near the ignored beach ball, smearing blood on the inside.

The reaction from the crowd was positive, whether from pervs wanting to see the sexy Ace half naked, a wish they got granted, as under her dress shirt was just a slim pair of spandex shorts, barely reaching her thighs, and a slim sports top. The nationals in the crowd also cheered, as the red top and white shorts were Canada's own colors.

"...*Pant, Pant*...not...done..."

Adrian hadn't turned back to face Ace, content to just hang her arms over the top rope while her legs regained some sense of stability before she tried anything drastic, like standing up on her own. "You totally are..." the former cosplayer wheezed at the cage, not sure if Silver Ace could hear her or not "You just don't know it yet." she declared, pulling herself up to her feet and pushing away, ready to go back swinging although her train of punching related thought was unexpectedly derailed by the change in attire mid match. It took Adrian a few seconds to realize it was still Silver Ace standing in front of her "Wh-what happened to your outfit?"

Jackpot

Much like whenever she had an argument with Valley, taking off her clothes would solve all her problems.

The brief pause in Adrian's attack left her standing right in front of Ace, and was certain to be only momentary at best, so the challenger took full advantage of it, jumping upwards and turning her body, grabbing Adrian around her head, and dropping back to the mat, trying to drive the woman face first into the mat with an Ace Crusher...or, as the Japanese Announce Team put it:

"ace crusha! Ace Crusha! ACEEEE CRUUSHHHAAAAAA!"


Followed by the english commentary teams follow up:

"....THAT SHIT WAS HOT!"

With the crowd still wild, Ace began the slow process of turning her battered body over and crawling to Adrian's, taking more time to roll her over onto her back, before draping an arm across her body, similar to how Adrian pinned her before!

Adrian's skull bounced off the canvas with such force it caused the Hardcore champion to pop up and twist after the impact, landing spread-eagled on the canvas to the deafening roar of both the crowd and the various commentary team. The heated Canadian attendies only settling into a rhythm after the general roar to sync up with the referee's count.

"One!"
"ONE!!!"

"Two!"
"TWO!!!"


"Thr-" the referee began just as Adrian managed to do what no-one else in AFW had managed. She had managed to throw a shoulder up after being hit with an Ace Crusher "THREEE!" the crowd chanted regardless, although their cheers died down as the referee tried to desperately signal that the match was still going.