SS 18 Hardcore Title: Silver Ace (c) vs Jessica Wright (Monsters Ball Match)

Jessica sent the kick forward with no regrets. It was violent and swift. Even if Jessica had hit paydirt, she did not find the mother lode that she had so desperately wanted. Instead, she had hit Ace's stomach, which she took as some consolation given how much she knew that hurt. The grunt accentuated the moment, she thought, and Jessica was going to take a second to cherish the evening for what it was.

But only a moment. She bent over, and picked Ace up from the ground. She turned and flung Silver Ace to the ring in an Irish whip. It was time to take this back to the ring, just like the civilized fight she had spent her whole life avoiding.

Breath. Breath. Remember to breath. Simple advice really, but not the easiest thing to remember after someone like Jessica kicks you right in the stomach with the force of a damn cannonball.

But breathing did nothing to actually improve her situation, as she suddenly found herself whipped towards the ring, turning her body at the last second to smack into the ring apron with her side as opposed to her front, wincing at the impact. It hurt, but she was able to roll herself back into the ring, bruised, bloody, and covered in dirt, but just glad to be in familiar territory again.

Jessica was a whirl of motion. She dogged every last step of Ace's path back into the ring. Sand kicked up from her red boots as she burned a path back to the place where this all began. Her mind moved just as fast as her legs did, thinking of ways to punish this woman for having a belt that Jessica wanted. Ace managed to avoid quite a bit of damage by sliding in on her side, rather than face first.

And that wasn't great, but Jessica could work with it. See, Jessica had a plan going on. Jessica jumped into the air and extended both feet forward into a slide that would hopefully nail Ace. She did not want to allow the future ex-champ even a moment's respite.

Luckily, Ace had been able to turn her body at the last moment, avoiding hitting the hitting the ring apron with her chest and instead hitting with her side. It hurt, sending a burning pain through her side, but she was able to recover from that quickly enough.

Quick enough, at least, to see Jessica had followed her and was now leaping at her in an attempt to do...well, knowing Jessica, something incredibly painful. Luckily, Ace still had some speed on her side, grabbing the bottom rope and heaving herself up onto the ring apron, just in time for Jessica's booted feet to smack against the hard side of the ring.

Ready to go back on the offensive though, Ace rolled out of the ring, having a couple seconds as Jessica was still getting to her feet. She'd find Ace leaping at her, grabbing her around the head and turning her body, trying to land on her back and, more importantly, bring Jessica down face first into the dirt with an Ace Crusher!

Jessica thought that she had it made. She had Irish whipped Ace into the ring, and she had just pulled off a few power moves that would put most women down for the three count. And now she had the opportunity to pull off her finisher and put Ace down for good, and take the belt home with her. The only downside was, her feet slammed into the side of the ring, not Ace's supple flesh. The shockwave went through her legs, causing a look of pain to spread over her face.

She hit the sand in a fury. Fury enough for Jessica to try and stand, borderline immediately. Unfortunately, the pain in her legs slowed that process, and she could not get up as quickly as she would like. Ace used that to her advantage, it would seem. The second Ace slammed into her back, Jessica realized what was going on. Ace was going for her finisher!

Jessica slammed into the ground. After which, she did not move.

It was over. Fina-fucking-ly, it was done. By far one of the most brutal and one sided matches of her career, Silver Ace had to admit, she was pulling this one out of her ass by pure luck, rather than overall skill...but that didn't matter. It was over. She saw her opportunity, took it, and hit the Ace Crusher, on the cold hard dirt none-the-less.

The Ace Crusher had never failed her, and had finished off all of her opponents whenever she hit it. Only a world champion caliber veteran, Adrian Kytes, had ever kicked out of the effective finishing move, and that was more of a fluke than anything else. She laid on the ground for a couple moments, catching her breath, before getting back to her feet, feeling the ache in every limb. That didn't matter either.

Jessica hadn't moved, no doubt unconscious, all she had to do was get the pin and finish this damned match. So she ignored her aches and pains, and the glass still in her back, grabbing the Violent Violet by her hair and shorts and pulling the tall woman up to her feet, rolling her under the ropes and into the ring.

Dirty, bloody, sweaty and exhausted, Silver Ace climbed in after her, wearily hooking the woman's leg for the first, and final, pinfall attempt of the match, the referee dropping to her knees and slapping at the mat.

"ONE!"

Jessica lay still. The sweat that she had poured into this match was now totally covering her body, and that meant that the course and rough sand was sticking to her. Her chest rose and fell. Jessica had been a whirl of motion for most of the match, and now all of the energy within her was totally inert. The only motion that Jessica was doing was not under her own steam, as Ace put her in the ring. Her purple eyes were closed to the world. A million people on a million different tv sets all around the world would surely be whooping and hollering, seeing the Violent Violet defeated. They hated her. She had more than earned their loathing through her habits of always fighting in the dirtiest way possible.

And always winning.

TWO!!

Although, that prospect seemed somewhat remote at the moment. The count of two had come, and Jessica had still shown no signs of life. The finisher had truly come out of nowhere, but it hurt nonetheless. It seemed even after all of the offense she had put Silver Ace through, this last second hail mary seat of your pants finisher would be enough to end the match, much to the joy of a vast majority of the people watching.

Abruptly, in the millisecond before the ref's hand hit the mat to end the match, Jessica's eyes opened and she kicked out with the fury of a thousand suns.

and 3...#lolAceWins

Except there was no three, because Jessica kicked out.

Kicked. The Fuck. Out.

"...Fucking...what...I...HOW!? What the FUCK are you made of!?" she yelled, unable to believe somebody else had kicked out of her most effective and definitive move, the move that had beaten everybody she had hit with it over the last few years...until now.

Bleeding, covered in dirt, sore everywhere, Silver Ace had finally had fucking enough. "Get the fuck up!" she exclaimed, tiredly grabbing Jessica by her violet hair and roughly forcing her up to her feet, holding her up until she seemed steady enough to maintain balance for a few seconds. "I'm ending this...I'm going to kick your teeth, down your fucking throat!"

With that threat, she let go of Jessica's hair and backed up a couple steps, just enough distance to throw leg out while sidestepping in, trying to knock Jessica the fuck out by hitting her in the face with her famous Silver Flash Superkick!

Jessica put a lot of energy into that kick out, and was still reeling from all of the vicissitudes of the match. Despite the great effort she had put forth, Jessica was pretty winded now. She lay there for a second, trying to recover from the shellacking that she had just had the misfortune of experiencing. Her large chest rose up and down, and her eyes were closed. She knew that the clock was ticking, and it would only be so long before Ace got up and at her.

And sure enough, Ace hollered something before looming above her. Her purple hair was grabbed, and soon the Violent Violet found herself on her feet. Her eyes snapped into focus. She was reaching the critical moment. Whatever happened next was going to determine the outcome of the match, and Jessica desperately wanted it to go in her favor. The world around her slowed. Ace's strong leg rose from the mat at a lightning fast speed, but Jessica had less of a distance to go. Her arm shot up, and caught the kick.

Jessica felt like a titan at the moment. Here she was with Ace's leg in her hands, and she had the impetus to act. And act she did, taking a half step forward before she swung in a massive kick straight between Ace's legs. This one was going to hurt.

The superkick would work, it HAD to work, she NEEDED it to work, to KO Jessica, put her lights out, and end this match. If it DIDN'T work...then Ace had no idea what could possibly put Jessica down for the count.



So she threw the hardest kick she could...and she caught it.



Somehow, Jessica caught her kick, leaving her standing on one leg, mouth agape in shock at what she was witnessing.



At least, for a second...then Jessica kicked her in the crotch.



Letting out no more than a high pitched squeak of pain, Silver Ace collapsed after the blatant low blow, hands going between her legs, trying to soothe her...well, you know...