AFW Friction Hardcore Title Match: Silver Ace(C) vs Liberty Vella: Hardcore Match

Wait, was she serious right now? Liberty had just taken a kick to the titties from Silver Ace, one of the single hardest kickers in the league, and was demanding more!?

Jesus, how tough was this bitch?

"Alright, you asked for it!" she yelled, before swinging her leg again.

Luckily, this bitch wasn't as smart as she was tough, otherwise she'd realized how foolish this decision was. After all, if the first shot to the tits didn't take her down, why would Ace try a second, when, by moving her leg up a bit higher like she did, she could instead aim for her foot to smack into the side of Liberty's head!

Ask and ye shall receive. Liberty wanted a harder kick from Silver Ace, and boy, did she get it.

She’d been under the mistaken impression that the kick Ace had struck her with was the best she could do, that she could take another shot in the chest. Maybe she could, too, but the hardcore champion wasn’t playing along with the game.

Instead, she struck again, only higher this time, ringing Liberty’s skull like a bell. The blow cracked her head upside the head, and the former champion swayed back with a dazed gaze, rapidly blinking. ”T-that...that’s the best you…”

And then Liberty flopped forward, her wild hair spread all about as she laid face down on the floor.

So first of all...holy fuck, did that hurt, Ace hopping to lean against the ring apron and shaking out the foot that struck Liberty's head. How freaking hard was her skull!? On the bright side, it did take Liberty down, so kudo's for that.

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Jessica panted, having gotten lost at one point after taking a wrong turn in production, finally getting her course right and running down the ramp, and sliding under the ropes to get in the ring. "Ok, I'm here! Ring the bell!"

She yelled, signaling for the bell to ring, to finally officially start this title match!

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Oh good, the referee had showed up, and...wow. Goddamn, she was cute. Pretty hot actually. Like...damn. If Ace didn't have Valley...ok, dirty thoughts for later, fighty thoughts for now.

With Liberty down, Ace hobbled over to her, trying to grab her in a front facelock and pull her heavy body upwards, looking to roll her into the ring so she could go for a pin attempt!

Liberty would have loved to look at the hot referee that was coming down to the ring, but she was a little bit busy, what with the grievous head trauma and her stinging chest. Truthfully, she often forget the refs were even there until they counted her pinfall.

She was only partially aware of her surroundings at the moment, though. Getting better by the moment, but still so dazed that she just barely registered Silver Ace lifting her up. She couldn’t fight it, but she wasn’t going to help her, either, making herself as dead as dead weight could get.

Ok here we go, just get her in the ring...i-in, in the ring...the ring...

Dear god how fucking heavy was she!? "Fucking...sandbagging...bitch..." Ace muttered, struggling to pull the dead weight up.

"Um...excuse me...you know you can just pin her there, right?" Jessica chipped in, standing by the ropes, feeling awkward as Ace turned and looked at her. "W...What?"

"Well...it's a Hardcore match right? Pinfalls and submissions count anywhere in these kind of matches."

Ace blinked once. Twice. Three times. Blink. Blink. Blink. "...SON OF A BITCH!"

She yelled, dropping Liberty onto the padded floor. In all truth, this was Silver Ace's first ever actual "Hardcore" match, and she legit didn't know about the falls count anywhere rule, having only previously done variations of hardcore matches that required pinfalls in the ring.

Making the effort to flip Liberty over, she draped herself on top of her, trying to go for an early pin!

Despite all the pain, Liberty couldn’t help but snicker as Silver Ace tried to get her back into the ring and failed miserably. The funniest thing was that there wasn’t any reason for it - she could’ve pinned her right then and there. It just proved Liberty’s point - Silver Ace was a good wrestler, one of the best in the league, but she had a lot to learn about the hardcore game.

Her fun was cut short, however, because the referee just had to go and open her big mouth, giving Silver Ace some helpful tips. It just further proved Liberty’s point, that the Blonde Conspiracy was in full effect. Management wanted the belt to stay in Ace’s lilly white hands, so they sent out a referee to give her hints and help her along. The bias was clear, and there was no way-

”2…!”

Oh, right, she was being pinned.

Liberty threw her shoulder up to break the pin, saving herself just as the referee’s hand was coming up for the last time. She gave Silver Ace a shove in the face, too, out of pure spite.

Bah. Figured. Was too early to put down someone as apparently tough and certainly stubborn as Liberty appeared to be, though the delay between the kick and the pin certainly didn't help.

*face shove*

Really? Really? Bitch was just gonna put her big hand in Ace's face and shove her off like that? ...Then again, Ace had just kicked her right in the tits, so she couldn't exactly claim to be taking the super honorable path herself in this match, could she? Food for thought.

For now, her pinfall attempt broken up, Ace moved around to another side of the ring apron, before flipping the cloth up onto the apron and looking under the ring, seeing what toys she could pull out to use on Liberty!

Yes, the face shove was immature. Liberty realized that. She’d never claimed to be a bastion of maturity.

She was just a little frustrated, and not afraid to show it. She needed to get back into things, but she wasn’t sure how yet. Yeah, Ace had botched that pin up, but in the end, it just meant that the only reason she was still in the fight was because of her opponent’s silly mistake. That didn’t bode well.

Liberty seemed to be in a bit of luck, though, as Ace was taking some time to go ring shopping, dipping under the apron to root around. Her trusty stepladder was too far away to be useful, but she still had a pair of fine, strong arms to work with.

”Don’t turn your fucking back on me…” She muttered and pushed to her feet, stumbling towards Ace from behind. Liberty reached down and tried to get her arms around the blonde’s slim waist, looking to hoist her up and get her squeeze on with a powerful reverse bearhug.

Hmm...a wrench, probably for taking down the ring later. Nah. Bit too brutal.

A bucket...useless...some steel chains...odd. A table...maybe.

A plunger...w-why? Why even?

But Ace's search for proper weaponry was interrupted, as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the blonde up, making her squrim and kick her legs as she was squeezed tightly!

”Gotcha, bitch!” Liberty clamped down hard as she lifted Silver Ace up, clutching her close and squeezing hard. She actually fit rather well, snuggled in between her tits. Had a soft, pleasing body. She wouldn’t have minded crushing her for a while, enjoying the sensation.

But business before pleasure, and Liberty was all about the business of thrashing Silver Ace until she coughed up that damn belt. Lifting her up like this hurt her aching back, but there was a positive to that - it reminded her of why she was hurting in the first place. She owed Ace a little something, didn’t she.

In a single motion, she hefted Silver Ace up onto her shoulders, but didn’t keep her there for long before she threw her body back, kicked her legs out, and tried to smash the blond with a Samoan Drop. One of her nastier moves, and that was when there was a soft canvas to land on. Without it…