SS22 Silver Ace vs. Bashira Matsumoto

Bashira has enough wrestling experience underneath her extremely stretched out belt to know what to expect when it comes to squaring off with these high-flying nuisances like Ace. Flying around the wrestling ring like incessantly irritating gnats just waiting to get smacked out of the air. Eventually they get overconfident and start overtly relying on the same effective strategies in the past, and perhaps forgetting Bashira being built like an obese and cantankerous boulder means having the capability to merely catch all of these glorified acrobats out of the sky. The electrifying air in the arena dissipating to a deflated buzz once Ace was caught and buried beneath three hundred pounds of flab.

Unearthing Ace from underneath her rotund belly as Bashira hoisted herself upward eventually allowed the audience to witness the squashed fate of the pancaked Canadian. "Ya can fly around all ya want Silver, but eventually I'm gonna get my hands on yah. And than yer sweet ass is mine..." Bashira fiendishly gloated over the languishing fan favorite. Now taking the time to snag onto her silver locks and raise Ace to be vertical once again and situating Ace to have her back laid against the barricade and arms slung over them. An ominous shadow darkened over Silver as Bashira raised her arms up into the sky for an attempt at thunderclapping those perky jubblies of Ace's with Bash's Bear Hands maneuver.

Ace honestly wasn't sure what was worse about that exchange. Being caught in mid-air and slammed down hard onto a padded but still hard concrete surface, agony blazing through her back as a result...or being squished under god knows how much utter girth of Bashira's stomach, smothered by it, her entire world just a squishy dark mass that choked her air and kept her pressed against the ground for however long Bashira wanted to keep her there for.

When she could finally breath and see light again, Ace took in huge gulps of air, grateful to finally be free, even if she was still pancaked against the ground. Said gulps turned into shrieks however, as her silver hair was roughly grabbed and yanked on, nearly torn from her scalp at the root as her big bear of an opponent tossed her into the nearby barricade, hitting it with her back and clinging onto the top of it to stay upright. How powerful WAS this chick!?

Unfortunately, as Bashira raised those massive paws of hers up into the air in Ace's sight, she realized...she was about to get an answer...

"OH FUC-"

SMACK!

"AGHHHHHHH!"

Ace screamed, as her poor breasts, Valley Doll's favorite pillows, were SMASHED by Bashira's open palms with an unbelievably powerful double chop, the sound of which echoed through the arena and caused every female in the audience to involuntarily wince in sympathy, while the silver haired fighter dropped to the floor, arms crossing over her ta-tas as they throbbed in sheer agony!

Whatever claustrophobic entombment of pudge-riddled girth Ace found herself experiencing after the mistimed moonsault...well, Johnny figured the Canadian should be thankful he isn't charging Ace for every second she spent suckling for air beneath all that spandex stretching mass. The ambitious conman knew all about those within certain discreet circles who'd pay damn good scratch for sessions like these, his only hurdle being whether or not he could convince his esteemed client into making even more money off of that gluttonous bod of hers. While Bashira remained somewhat open-minded about the proposed business venture, for now she was content with doling out the experience free of charge. Right alongside massive open handed breast smacks.

Bashira doing Ace the courtesy of catching the breathless Canuck in mid-collapse who'd be wrangled into a brief side-headlock. Johnny beaming with cackling pride as he applauded the destruction his client was unleashing, afterward pointing them back to the ring as if he had direct control over the massive mammoth of a woman. "Yeah, Yeah I know..." Bashira growled out as she tucked and rolled Ace underneath the bottom rope, knowing that count-out victories wasn't going to advance her stock in the company as much as a decisive squashing of an esteemed veteran. Bash following Silver inside the ring afterward, and biding her time at the ropes before dashing straight ahead and attempt a leaping leg drop. Complete with a lackadaisical pin attempt beneath Bash's massive thigh.

Ace didn't even realize at first that Bashira was holding her upright in a headlock, too focused on the brutal stinging pain in her poor tits, the face-painted warrior from Canada whimpering as she was dragged from the guard rail and rolled into the ring.

It's not that she hadn't taken attacks to her girls before. It had happened before, usually by accident. But an attack THAT powerful, by someone THAT strong, to her girls had never happened before, and it took her completely off guard just how painful an experience it would be. Ace was all natural, thankfully, as she was pretty sure if she had implants, they would have been ruptured or outright destroyed by Bashira's brutal blow.

Stunned and distracted, Ace was easily rolled into the ring without resistance, grimacing and looking upwards...just as a shadow was cast over her, the former champion looking shocked as Bashira's big leg suddenly came down from the heavens and smashed down hard onto her chest, hard enough that the impact caused Ace's own legs to kick up nearly straight up into the air before coming back down, another pained cry escaping Ace's lips as Bashira continued her domination, the referee dropping down as the big woman left her leg on top of Ace's chest for a pin attempt.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

That was as far as the referee got, as Ace, despite the sheer pain crushing her chest, despite the blast of air that was knocked out of her body from the impact, still managed to throw an arm up high, getting her shoulder off of the mat and breaking the count in time!

Being a heavyweight brawler of Bashira's prodigious girth meant knowing how to use that gigantic size of hers to your ultimate advantage, and luckily for Bash it wasn't exactly rocket science. Bullying her adversaries with savage strikes and squashing them into paste just came naturally to the rotund ursine now feasting upon the fatigued Canuck. Whose abundant tits were certainly getting the walloping of a lifetime thanks to the merciless slaps and Bash's massive thigh testing that breast implant theory and overall making Ace's life just that much more miserable. The Bear-Woman anticipating that the veteran wrestler at least had the endurance and determination to not be bitched out by a mere leg drop, but Bashira nevertheless showcased blatant disrespect with such a careless pin attempt .

Bash swiveling around and standing upright with a breathed huff, admiring her brutal handiwork and how Silver Ace was most definitely more pleasing to the eye whenever writhing on the canvas. "I ain't even started with you yet, Honey...Whatsay we get to know eachother a lil' bettah, huh?" Bashira ominously uttered while reaching down to clamp onto her foe's silver mane, seamlessly hefting the valiant heroine onto her feet and into the titanic embrace of her adversary. Bashira initially jostling her captured foe side to side until settling in the middle before bucking up her foe's legs until they hugged her Bash's global waistline. Flexing her arms and bulging her back muscles into the bearhug that made the pairing inseparable with Ace sunken against her blubbered mass, time slowing to a crawl...

This was not going well. So far, Bashira had been dominating the Silver Ace, a rare sight to see in the AFW ring considering Ace's skill and ability, and many in the crowd, while still chanting Ace's name and cheering her on to make a comeback, there was a wave of doubt startin to grow, as people began to murmur and whisper that this particular opponent might be too much for even the Ace to handle, and while she would NEVER admit it out loud...Ace was starting to have such doubts herself.

Pain and fire flared across her scalp as she was lifted up by her hair, jerked upwards onto her feet with just one powerful pull, getting a shriek from the face-painted Canadian warrior, a shriek that soon turned into a loud scream of agony as the large woman wrapped those bear arms around Ace's waist and SQUEEZED as hard as possible, crushing Ace's slim body in a tight bearhug, jerking and heaving her body around the way a dog would with a chew toy, Ace's legs kicking in protest as her eyes bulged in pain...and for the first time in a long time...a little bit of fear, as she was held tight, her body practically melding into Bashira's as she was crushed between her arms!

Unfortunately for the former champion, Bashira's idea of gettin' to know eachother a lil' bettah didn't involve thoughtful dialogues and introspective discussion. Instead, they'd become closer entirely in the physical and exceptionally agonizing sense via a brutal bearhug square in the middle of the ring. Strategically placed to deny even the faintest hope of a rope break and an uncharacteristic showcasing of Bashira's own veteran instincts. Although whatever brains she had obviously didn't compare to the swelled brawn she had at her disposal that was maliciously torqued around the Canuck's midsection.

Bashira's head nuzzled up beside Ace's neck in the tightened clench with warmed over breathes and an absolute halting of any momentum the fan favorite may have previously possessed. Seconds passing with the silver haired prey engulfed by the bulbous blob of a beast woman who relished overhearing those shrill screams and shivered trembles up Ace's spine until deciding it was time to move on to the next course of her savage mauling. Bashira releasing Ace only to send her careening towards a turnbuckle with an Irish Whip with Bash hot on her tale in an attempted corner belly splash.

One fun trivia fact about the Silver Ace. In nearly 10 years of active competition in the AFW leagues, she had never, not even once in her career, tapped out in a match. All her losses had come by pinfall, knockout, maybe a count out or DQ here and there, but never once had she willingly tapped out or verbally submitted to an opponent, the Canadians stubborness and willpower too great, her pride as a fighter, and though she would never admit it, her ego, would never allow her to do such a thing.

But now? As she was being squeezed and crushed by this big fat bear of a woman, feeling herself being pressed against, and she could swear damn near INTO Bashira's rolls of fat and muscle, she found herself honestly contemplating it, more than she ever had in her entire career before.

Still though, she refused, not wanting to give this woman the satisfaction, no matter how tight the squeeze on her back and ribs was!

It seems Bashira realized that herself, or just didn't care, as she willingly freed Ace from the bearhug, the facepainted woman stumbling back with a gasp of air and relief...which didn't last long as nearly immediately, she was thrown into the nearby turnbuckle, letting out a cry as her already pained back hit the padded turnbuckle covers, and while she was still dazed, Bashira charged her, smashing her full fat body into the skinny Canadian's own, Silver Ace collapsing onto her butt, her back resting against the turnbuckle, groaning in a daze as her fans tried to cheer her one in worry as they saw the former Entropy and Hardcore champion dominated in a way they'd never seen before!

Bashira had no qualms with issuing credit where it was due, and she figured Ace had her earned her fair share via taking this bear mauling like a champion for the past minute and change. An eternity for anyone enduring Ace's predicament of being drained of her strength against the titanic figure swelled up against her. She was a persistent little puke if nothing else once shown she was still capable of standing even after being throttled inside of a pudge-riddled trash compactor. Moreso considering she was proven capable of sprinting if unwillingly by Bashira's flinging Irish Whip. However, as one could obviously ascertain from just a second long observation of the rotund brawler, she was quite the connoisseur of all foods considered to be delicious, scrumptious, or even halfway edible. But what Bashira had a craving for right now...

...was Canadian Pancakes. A rampaging bellow echoed around the arena as Bashira sprinted dead ahead with a bulbous belly splash like a hurtling calamity, the sweat caked pairing squashed together once more after testing the durability of AFW's craftsmanship when it came to the sturdiness of the wrestling ring. Bashira swiveling around and triumphantly marching forward with a conquering pose and muscle flexing strut before overhearing Ace crumble to a seated position. "Oh yeah. Bout that time again..." Bashira ominously whispered as she strode back towards the Canuck, pivoting around and hiking up her spandex into a thonged backside. A colossal crevice being Ace's last sight until smushed against it into a blubberous BearAss stinkface, hip gyrating with the referee calling for a separation mainly out of respect for the rope rules...but also out of pity.

Things...were not looking good here for the Silver Ace. She'd been beaten up before, lost matches before, even had a couple one-sided matches before.

But nothing to this extreme. Nothing she was doing was able to do more than temporarily stun the big woman, if even that, and she was getting beat up and squeezed and constantly pressed against that thick fat hide of Bashira's, the silver haired fighter starting to think she might, just MIGHT have bitten off more than she could chew by accepting this big bitches challenge!

As she sat there in the corner, another thought filled her head, one that sent a chill through her. Every wrestler lost. Every wrestler found an opponent that was just far too much for them to take on...maybe Bashira was hers, and this entire fight was just a lost cause...

No...NO! She couldn't let herself think that way! She was Haley Cote, she was Silver Ace damint, the ACE of the entire damn league! She couldn't let herself go down like this, not without giving woman EVERYTHING she had first!

Ace's thoughts were interupted, as she saw the behemoth of a woman stopping in her tracks in the middle of the ring, look back to give Ace a sneer...and in a moment that would haunt her nightmares...start to back up.

Ace was no fool, she'd been wrestling since she was a teenager, she knew when a Stinkface was coming, and it was obvious that Bashira was fixing to press her face between those two massive cheeks and send her to hell with them!

Desperate to avoid it, Ace grabbed the ropes on one side of her as Bashira thrust her butt towards her face, just BARELY managing to pull her body out of the path of the incoming ass, rolling to the apron while Bashira slammed her ass into the turnbuckle pad instead.

Desperate and needing to by herself time, Ace did the smartest move she could think off, pulling herself up tot her feet with the ropes, despite the burning in her back as she did so, and reached out, grabbing Bashira around her head and turning the large head to face her, clasping her fingers around the back of the big bears neck so she couldn't pull away, and jumped off the apron to the floor below, trying to press Bashira's face against the rope cable, so that it would rub against her eyes and, with the gravity of her fall, cause the rope to bend down and then rebound back upwards to hopefully smack the bear in the face or throat and stun her to buy Ace some, ANY amount of time to recover