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

"GHACK!"

Ace gasped, flying off her knees and flat onto the floor, quickly folding up in a fetal position, gasping and hacking her lungs out. This was...oh fuck this bad. There was nothing she could do to defend herself here.

She was the Hardcore Champion, but for now, lying on the floor, exhausted, unable to breath, she was Styx's plaything.

Like fish in a barrel.

Styx was in no hurry as she stalked around Silver Ace, moving as if she was on a casual stroll. There wouldn’t be any meaningful resistance from the champ, and if one of her friends decided to intervene, WAR was ready to even her odds. Until that happened, if it happened at all, this was her private playtime.

”Looked like you were having some trouble there, champ.” She reached down and grabbed Ace by her silly silver hair, yanking her back to her feet whether her body played along or not. ”Consider this a service - I’m going to show you how a real hardcore wrestler does things.”

Suddenly, Ace regretted ever asking Valley all those years ago to stop running in and helping her out.

But there was nobody to help her out now, as she was pulled up by her hair, the sharp and painful yanking at her scalp making her squeal, kicking her legs as she was lifted back up until she was on her feet, grabbing Styx's wrist and trying to pull herself away, making a futile gesture at trying to escape!

Styx grunted as Ace put up a fight, struggling and fighting as she was dragged about. A little annoying, but she actually liked it in a way. After all, this wouldn’t be nearly as fun if she was weak or just gave up, would it?

That being said, she was going to put a stop to it. Right now.

She was taking Ace towards the ring, but she rapidly changed direction, grabbed her arm while one hand stayed firmly gripped on hair, then twisted to the side and hurled the champion at the stairs, not particularly caring which part of her body hit them.

nonononono *CRASH*

Ace's body, unable to move away, smashed right into the steel steps, knee's first, flipping over them and landing on her back, panting and gasping.

Fuck. Just...FUCK!

As much as Styx would’ve loved to beat on Silver Ace for hours, cycling through all sorts of fun activities - in particular, she wanted to smack the bitch in the face with the hardcore belt a few times, see if she could get an imprint on her forehead - time was at premium. Styx knew how this went. She only had a little while before the referees came out and starting swarming her like a bunch of irritating, black and white bees. Best to wrap this up quickly, but effectively. She had the perfect move in mind, too. A little something she’d been saving for the right occasion.

”Time for an experiment.”

Seizing hold of Ace, she dragged what was left of the champion up on the apron, doing her best to balance on the narrow space. She wasn’t exactly known for her stellar balance, but it wasn’t like she planned to stay up there for long.

She got Ace up to her knees, lifting her up just high enough to put her between her legs. The audience’s protests grew louder, knowing what was coming, even though they had no way of stopping it. That just made it all the sweeter.

After taking a moment to savor the atmosphere, Styx reached down and lifted Ace up into the powerbomb position, hoisting her up high on her shoulders, holding her up high, her limp body on full display…

...before she jumped backwards off the apron, falling to the floor and slamming Ace into the apron, using gravity to make the move so much more beautifully destructive. She just hoped the champ had enough energy left to make a good scream.

When Styx first came out, Jessica had frozen, not sure of what to do. Once the beatdown started though, she was quick to start signaling too the back, trying to get her fellow referees out to break up this one sided fight.

They didnt come in time however, Aces mouth opening, the pain and shock too great for her to even scream, instead gasping and flopping around like a fish, before laying on the floor, body convulsing.

Seeing this, Jessica threw upp the X sign, trying to get her medical attention, as a stream of referees came out to get between the two.

”Hey!” Styx barked as the referees swarmed over her like annoying, buzzing Japanese flies. ”Back the fuck off!”

One or two officials, Styx could’ve handled. Maybe even three or four, if she’d gotten enough time to bum rush through and get more shots on Ace. But with six already out and more on the way, there was a growing wall of screechy bitches standing between her and her prey. Best to back off.

So, she did. But not without some parting words.

”See that?” She spoke loud, making sure she could be heard as she made her way up the ramp. ”That’s not a real fucking hardcore champ! I’m the champ!” She thumped her chest and shoved away one of the referees who was stupid enough to get in her reach. ”I’m the fucking champ, bring me my fucking title!”

While she didn't get the belt, Styx had certainly delivered a strong message, with Ace unable to reply, having blacked out from the pain of the enhanced Apron Bomb.

With Styx gone, AFW medical staff came out, hoisting Ace onto a stretcher and wheeling her to the back, the ambulance held on stand bye ready and waiting to take her to the hospital.

Indeed, Styx had left a powerful message, leaving the crowd full of concern for the future of the Hardcore Champion.

Silver Ace wins via Pinfall