SS22 Silver Ace vs. Bashira Matsumoto

A time-honored tradition withing the sport of wrestling was when the veterans or elder statesmen of the profession gracefully stepped aside so the new blood who had the hunger and drive could take up their mantle at the top of the card. Given Bashira's big-bodied thickness it shouldn't even be debated as to whether the behemoth had the hunger or not, but in Bash's experience migrating between wrestling federations, sometimes those industry warhorses weren't keen on bowing out of the race in favor of the new generation. Sometimes they needed a little extra persuasion, whether it be through a clenched fist or some rotund girth squashing them into the canvas. And that frigid splash of cold truth was exactly what Bash was intending to dole out in what was becoming a one-sided mauling of the Silver-haired fan favorite after an admittedly strong start on her part that went all downhill from there. Audience members wearing the same face-paint as Ace having little to smile about as Bash threw her massive weight around with the absolute worst still to come...

A few jiggling thwacks against her thonged crevice announcing Bashira's dreadful intentions as the dominant Bear-Woman started on her ominous approach, a fate worse than any mere defeat in a wrestling ring being prepared for the sunken Silver Ace. A swiveling stinkface attempt with Bash intending to quite literally wipe her smug superiority right in Ace's face even if it did mean some smudged makeup on her gargantuan backside afterwards. Except upon thrusting backward she'd practically collapse into a seated position herself. "Whatthahell..." Bash bitterly muttered when noticing the distinct lack of cushion for her pushin, swiveling to the side and using the ropes to aid her ascent as she started looking for the little Canadian puke in her bewildered confusion. Except after peeking over the top rope the back of her head would be tightly clenched onto as her throat was thrust downward into the top rope. "HUGAH!!!" Hacking breathes being blubbered by the Bear-Woman now backpedaling with hand over her throat and on wavering legs for the first time in a long time...

Oh good, that actually worked. Given how the match had been going for her so far, Ace had half-seriously been expecting the top rope to break from having the weight of Bashira's head snapped against it.

This was bad. Ace was being woman-handled in a way no opponent before her had done. Even the likes of Akashi or Iron Maiden hadn't bodied her as much, or as hard, as this beast had.

She needed to hit something big...a moonsault could be caught...but maybe something else would work, something to take the big beast down and let Ace lock in a submission hold. Maybe the Tri-Ace Choke, try to make her pass out...

Grabbing the ropes, Ace made a return trip to the top turnbuckle, a very rare trip for her. This time when she leaped through the air, she bent her knees, and stayed upright, aiming to land her knees onto Bashira's wide shoulders, and hoped that between the Meteora, and the rest of her body weight, she'd be able to drop the beast down to the mat!

Concentrating solely on gasping for air, the winded behemoth withdrew several steps with bellowed coughs and one gloved hand clutching her throat. Showcasing a state of fatigued vulnerability as yet unseen this entire match and a possible chink in her blubber-riddled armor which Bashira's manager was justifiably freaking out at the sight of. Johnny gawking in disbelief with his hollered orders directly aimed at his client being overwhelmed by the throngs of audience members' cheering adulation as they willed on the fan favorite who was still fighting back in the face of adversity. Bashira herself internally declaring that any notions of showing mercy towards the silver-haired punk was officially thrown out of the window the next time she gets her gloved mitts on-*THWACK*. Bashira's vengeful thoughts being interrupted by the diving Meteora blasting her in the back and sending the Bear-Woman crumbling down into the canvas in a booming bellyflop. Bash swiveling over onto her back in a grimaced haze with an educated guess as to who just blindsided her like that.

It was very rare that Silver Ace went up to the top rope at all, and even more rare that she actually connected with something off the top rope, but she had pulled it off, and actually, FINALLY, managed to take the big woman down off her feet as well!

The falling bear of a woman's body kept Ace secure and safe during her Metora attack, and upon hitting the mat, she turned her momentum into a forward roll, allowing her to be carried by her forward momentum and spring back up to her feet, her body still sore and aching, but feeling the burst of a second wind upon her as she grabbed the ropes and let out a battle cry, one repeated by her fans in the crowd as they cheered at seeing the face-painted heroine gain the momentum for the first time in this bout!

Not wanting to waste any time, the silver haired fighter, begain moving towards the nearest corner turnbuckle, grabbing the top ropes and climbing up each tunbuckle pad, the crowd standing on their feet as they realize she was going to take flight once again. Looking over and around the nearby crowd as she steadied herself, she caught the eye of Bashira's manager, flipping her the bird before standing up straight and leaping backwards, heels over head, the heroine trying to slay the mighty bear with a second moonsault attempt!

Even with all of Bashira's bellowed boasting about much of an unstoppable badass she was, there was only so much she could when some silver-haired clown in makeup decides to nail her with two savage knee strikes to her mug all at once. The aerial meteora waylaying Bash outright as her boulder-shaped mass buckled backwards to a thunderous ovation and wavering wobble of the ring ropes all at the same time. Signs of chinks in Bashira's indomitable and blubbered armor were beginning to become absolutely noticeable now with the Bear-Woman taking in the sights of the roof-lights above through half-lidded eyes as she remained splayed out on her back, still unable to discern the spotlights from the twinkling stars in her vision.

"HEY!!! WHATTYA DOIN IN THERE??!!" Johnny's hollered discontent being accompanied by him banging his hands against the ring apron in an attempt at garnering his talent's attention and warn her of Ace climbing to the top turnbuckle. The conniving manager glowering from the Canuck's one-fingered salute before her moonsault connected perfectly with Bashira's blubbered belly, a flaccid flop to her limbs and hacked expulsion of air from her mouth on impact as Bash was seemingly incapable of usurping Ace's pin count. The entire arena counting along with the referee...who'd be yanked out of the ring by the crooked manager!!! Crestfallen fans booing him derisively as the official started arguing Johnny, now professing his innocence...

SUCCESS!

This time around, the second time was the charm, as Silver Aces moonsault, a tribute to her retired lover Valley Doll, landed successfully, the usually painful landing softened by Bashira's massive and tubby body, the Canadians body making a deep impression in Bashira's gut before rising again, barely even feeling the impact as she was cushioned by a powerful and sturdy gut!

Estatic and relieved to have finally been able to bring down her massive bear of an opponent, Ace hooked one meaty leg, the referee dropping to her knees as the crowd roared its support for the talented underdog, and counting along with the referees pin count!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"TH-BOOOOOOOO!"

Indeed, the count would be interrupted as, just before the final count could be made, the count stopped and the crowd let out an uproar of boos and jeers and insults, causing the facepainted warrior to look up in confusion, the source of which quickly resolved as she saw the culprit.

Johnny. Him again.

Ace growled, pushing off of Bashiras body to rise her aching body up to her feet, wiping sweat off her bro and looking at the crowd as she made her decision.

Fuck. This. Guy.

Taking a breath, willing her body to push through the pain, she took off, running and rebounding off the ropes to charge across the ring, building up speed as she reached the other side and ducked her head before throwing her body through the middle and top ropes, aiming straight for Bashira's irritating manager, trying to smash her body directly into his own like a missle with a suicide dive through the ropes!

Although there's no written manual about being a wrestling manager, there were certain guidelines Johnny adhered towards whenever it came around to servicing his clients. Anyone who signs on the dotted line for Atlas Worldwide is guaranteed his utmost loyalty, various promotional opportunities, lucrative sponsorship dealings, and his strict assurance that he'll do everything in his power to ensure his client's victory. Even if it means getting his own gloved hands dirty in this particular instance. Johnny couldn't help but notice the decidedly downward trajectory this match was going once Silver Ace started getting some momentum behind her and at the risk of the devious manager losing massive capital on a losing investment...

...opted to aid his rotund client with a subtle nudging of the referee, is all. An official who did not take kindly to being yanked out of position for her pin count. The referee jabbing her index finger into Johnny's chest and was practically on the cusp of ordering the manager to leave the premises with all the flair of a baseball umpire. "Whoa, hey that wasn't me!!! A fan must have jumped the barricade or sumthin, you should be thanking me for chasing him off~..." Johnny's lame excuse through his pearly white smile would be upended by a careening canuck barreling through the ropes knocking the manager into a stunned slump against the barricade to ravenous applause. Bashira meanwhile soldiering back up to one knee in a bewildered haze back inside the ring.