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

Holy crap, bear hugs, for their simplicity, fucking sucked to be in, it was tight, it was hard to breath and...w-why was she pressing her breasts into Ace's back so much!?

That turned out to be a question for later, as before Ace could even begin an escape attempt, she found herself flipped, seeing the world from a different perspective, just barely able to realize she was on Liberty's tall shoulders...before she went down.

"GAHH!"

She cried out, landing hard on the floor, right on her back, the padding doing very little to cushion the impact of the concrete underneath it!

Liberty liked light girls like Ace, she decided. The heavier bitches were always a pain to lift up, especially when she’d already gone through hell. But women like this? Easy. She just hefted her up, fell back, and BAM! Maximum effect for minimum effort.

The best thing was that the Samoan Drop put Silver Ace in position to be immediately pinned, a fact that Liberty was keen to capitalize on. She rolled over, dropping her tits in the champ’s face to add some insult to injury, and pressed her against the floor for a pinfall attempt. The referee moved over beside them, nearly tripping over the step ladder as she did, and dropped down for the count.

”1…!”

So close…

Ow Ow Ow Holy Fuck Ow...

That hurt. Holy hell did that hurt.

And to make things worse, she was put in a rather embarrassing pin, Liberty's tits brushing and rubbing against her face. Something that, if it was Valley Doll (or, if she was being honest, a few other girls that she found hot) she wouldn't have minded. But this was a title match, and she had a sometimes jealous girlfriend probably watching.

"2...!"

Yelled Jessica, having nearly slipped as she got out of the ring and dropped down to start the count, counted the second time, raising her arm up for a third, before Ace kicked out, breaking the pin at a 2 count.

"Just Two!"

Come on three, go for three, looking for three…

Silver Ace got her shoulders up, saving her belt with only a second to spare and shoving Liberty’s bulk off. She wasn’t sure if she was more impressed or annoyed by the current champion, but she was definitely reaching high levels of both.

”Fuck.” She spat off to the side and stood, groaning as she rose thanks to the back pain. ”You want to hold on the belt bad, I’ll give you that.”

Liberty moved over to Silver Ace’s leg and grabbed her ankles, getting a tight grip. ”You want to do this the hard, we’ll do this the hard way.” She started to move backward, dragging Ace along the mat, as she headed towards the announcer’s table.

"ehhhhhhh"

Ace replied, letting out a high pitched wheeze in response, chest heaving up and down as she tried to get her air back, having it squashed out of her by Liberty's powerful move. That one sucked, no doubt about it.

Sucked so much, that she needed more time, something she wasn't going to be given, being dragged along the mat like that. But she knew the sight of the announce table, and knew full well what would come if she couldn't recover.

Step One To Taking Back The Hardcore Title: Drag Silver Ace over to the nearest table.

While Liberty would have vastly preferred putting the hardcore champion through a prepared table, she felt like she didn’t have the time to set one up, and she was in no mood to take chances. She could already tell that Silver Ace was a lot more durable than she looked at first glance, and that she had a penchant for recovering at the most inconvenient times. The less chance she gave the blonde to heal up, the better her shot would be.

Step Two: Clear off the table.

Liberty gave Silver Ace a quick stomp in the gut to keep her pliant, then went about the business of clearing off the announcer’s table, throwing off screens and wires and whatever that thing across the top of it was called, as the commentators went scrambling and the fans cheered. Good guy or bad guy, everyone loved a good table crash.

It took a minute for Ace to be dragged over to the table, which at least bought her a little recovery time, not that she could do much with it, as a stern Liberty boot to the stomach soon after had her coughing and gasping again.

As Liberty was busy clearing off the table, Ace rolled over towards the nearby ring apron, raising the fabric to find something, anything, under the ring that could help her out. The damn thing was always kept stocked after all, why the hell couldn't she find any!?

Getting the table unsetup was actually a lot harder than it looked most of the time. You would think they would try and make it a little more convenient for wrestlers like Liberty, but no, they had to have the whole damn thing in a tangled mess, all these wires and screens and microphones and cans of whatever stupid energy drink they were shilling out for this week.

”There!” She tossed away the last of the tech crap, leaving her with a smooth, polished surface, perfect for driving a soon-to-be former hardcore champion’s head through. Now all she needed was her unwilling assistant…

...who was fishing around underneath the ring. ”Nope, nope, princess!” Liberty rushed at her from the side and punted her hard in the stomach, making sure to land with the tip of her steel toed boot. ”Not happening!”

Ace's first indication that the jig was up was when a bottle of Mountain Dew rolled past her under the ring...still full, unopened. Seriously, did the announcers even bother ever drinking those? Seemed like such a waste of soda. Oooh, a kendo stick! Finally! That could do some dama"-OOF!"

Sadly, Ace's joy over finally finding something she could bash over Liberty's body was cut short, mainly by Liberties boot smashing into her stomach, actually lifting her body and causing her to smack her head against the bottom of the ring apron, hitting the floor coughing and gasping, her breath once again denied her. This was bad. Liberty was way more powerful than she was expecting, and too strong for her to handle in a straight up fight, and a straight up fight was exactly what Ace did best.

Not today though. Every time she went head on against Liberty, she got pummeled. She was going to need one of her other skills to swing things her way again...at least, once she could breath again...

Liberty got a surprising amount of lift out of that kick, even given the fact that Ace weighed about as much as your typical underwear model. Good heft. Good lift. Put Liberty in a good mood. So much so, in fact, that she decided to celebrate.

She raised her fists into the air, bounced up, and cheered. ”Gooooooooooaaaaal!”

It was a little - okay, it was extremely immature, but Liberty was a good mood, and not even the crowd’s booing could dampen it. The hardcore title was so close now, and she was getting that same feeling the last time she claimed it, by beating Brittany’s skanky ass from pillar to post. Silver Ace gave her a harder fight than that, clearly the more skilled when it came to actual wrestling technique, but nonetheless, Liberty had still pulled it off. It was meant to be.

”Come on, blondie.” She reached down to give Silver Ace a slap, then grabbed her by the hair and started to drag her towards the table. ”Almost done here, not much longer.”