Gold Ace vs La Donna Perfetta - Old Grow Young

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ace had felt power like this before. His sister Valley, was quite a powerful woman, and had no problem tossing Ace around like a stuffed toy in their sparring matches with each other. It was a big part of why he had never managed to defeat her yet any of these spars.

But even compared to the power VD 3 threw around, Angela seemed on a different level entirely, having zero issue with holding him up even when he struggled, having completely and utter control over the golden fighters body, and when he landed, he crashed hard, the ring ropes shaking from the impact despite Ace's small body.

The leg was hooked, the pin counted, and for a moment, it seemed like this was just going to be a squash match after all, as the referee's hand came down for a second time, hitting the mat with a loud cry of "2!..."

Only for Ace to buck his hips, kick both legs out, and break the pin, getting an gasp of surprise from some members of the crowd. Maybe this small blonde one wasn't going to be as easy to put down as the fans thought!

[BlackAkuma]

For a moment, Angela thought she might have made this work to win. Yes, the vertical suplex wasn’t her finisher - in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she saw anyone win with it, definitely not in this decade or the last. But Ace was young, not the hardiest foe, and she’d dropped him with no small amount of force. It might have been enough to get the job done.

It wasn’t. Close, but not quite.

He managed to kick out at the last second, narrowly avoiding defeat, though he was still in a bad spot. Angela only gave him a few seconds to catch his breath, before she rolled over and grabbed his head. ”Okay. Back to it.”

She stood up and dragged him along for the ride, forcing him to stand up. As soon as he was on two solid feet, she decided to make sure he was awake - she lashed out with a fierce knife-edge chop, slicing her hand across his chest.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Luckily for Ace's reputation, he proved that no matter how big the foe, he would not be defeated...by a move that hadn't gotten a win since Ric Flair was in his 20's.

Now proving he could actually win this match...that was a much taller, much scarier, thing to prove. Angela certainly wasn't going to make it easy for him at all either, barely giving him time to catch two breaths, then pulled the young teenager up to his feet, Ace only having a second to adjust, still panting heavily, the back of his head still throbbing from that Uranage, when "SMACK!", her hand came shooting out at him at impressive speed, and slapped into his chest with incredible force, hitting him so hard that he not only staggered back several steps, but part of his black leotard, that he had designed and sewn himself, came off with it!

Ace staggered backwards, a high pitched whine of pain escaping his lips as he clutched at his chest. When he did lower his arms, still wincing in pain, they would reveal a large gash in his leotard, showing the patch of skin her hand had hit, showing a sweat-print impression of Angela's hand, the skin already starting to turn darker!

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had taken her mother’s chops before, so she could say from experience - painful, blistering experience - that they were not fun to suffer through. It felt like taking a big, meaty whip on the skin, and since she had zero padding in that particular area of her body, she felt it right to the bone. That being said, she couldn't recall her mother ever doing it so hard that it ripped her outfit.

”Geez, Mom!” She leaped back and cringed at the impact, wincing along with the rest of the crowd. ”A little harsh, right?”

For her part, Angela just looked at her own, inspecting it, surprised by the power. Whoever did Ace’s outfit must have skimped on the materials.

Not overly concerned, she came over and leaned forward, getting a good look at the wound. ”Went a little overboard, it seems. Are you alright, young man?” She made sure the concern came through on her voice, not wanting to sound too patronizing.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Ace whimpered as he rubbed his chest, noting the busted fabric and blushing as his chest was revealed. All those hours of careful stitching on the sewing machine, and his new "knight" outfit had already been ripped up. He'd have to mourn that later, more importantly, that chop had hurt. the sheer impact had rocked him back and he was starting to pant, the blow having taken some wind out of his sails, his patch of bare chest stinging like hell. It was going to turn purple for sure, he had no doubt about that.

Angela came closer, while Dizzy reacted in surprise at her mothers strength. As the older woman approached, Ace gulped and backed up a step with his arms up, certain she was about to attack...but she stopped, instead checking on his wound, and asking if he was...alright!?

ALRIGHT!?

He blushed a bright pink as he took in the question, and even if Angela didn't admit it, he felt a bit insulted. Powerful as the woman was...it was just a chop. Rail would have just blushed and said he was fine...but Ace was designed to be confident in his ability, to be a fighter, and he took the comment personally.

"I'm...I'm fine! It's a match! I'm a fighter, I don't whine when my opponent hits hard...I just...hit them back!" He exclaimed, and as if to illustrate his point, Ace raised his arm and swung it out, palm turned to the side, trying to smack the flat of his hand against Angela's chest with the strongest knife edge chop he could throw in this position!

...Unfortunately for Ace, he was short, and as a result, his chop firmly struck, not Angela's chest...but one of her breasts, causing the teens to widen as big as saucer plates at his faux pax!

[BlackAkuma]

Angela knew that it could come off as a little insulting, checking to see if her opponent was okay in the middle of the match. But she was genuinely concerned. She’d never landed a chop quite like that, striking someone so hard that it made their clothing rip, and the mark it left on him was shockingly grotesque. While she wanted to take him seriously, she didn’t want to brutalize the young wrestler and leave him with a traumatic event that would scar his career.

Still, she knew that it was likely to get a certain response out of the young man, and sure enough, he took offense, getting riled up. While she expected that, and even expected his retaliation, she wasn’t quite ready for where he wound up hitting.

Ace’s chop landed straight on her breast, delivering right on the center, and it sent a stinging pain straight through her chest. It wasn’t all that damaging, but the sheer shock of it was enough to make her yelp, and she staggered back, clutching her chest as she stared his way, wide-eyed. A collective gasp rang out through the audience, and Dizzy as well, with everyone knowing that wasn’t the best of targets, intentional or not.

But Angela was open. She was stunned, however inadvertently.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

This had all been a mistake.

Time seemed to slow down, as the next couple of seconds seemed to stretch, as Ace's quick mind worked through everything.

He really shouldn't have taken this match

More importantly...he just fucked up. Big Time.

He didn't know much about Angela Belti, outside of his mothers mentioning her as a powerhouse that neither of them had gotten to face. But he could tell some things just from their short time together. This woman took herself very seriously. She took wrestling very seriously. She definitely wasn't the type to engage in the whacky hijinks Wrestling often dealt with, and despite her attractiveness, Ace highly doubted she'd ever do a hentai match. No, this was a proper wrestler, somebody to be respected, who expected a certain level of respect.

...and he just chopped her in titty.

He was doomed.

But maybe not, as while she stared at the blushing teen, wide eyed, clearly still getting over the shock of his attack. He needed to do something...big if he wanted to put her do-

Ace.

Angela had said she wanted to fight his mom...

Inspiration immediately flashed, and Gold Ace took a step forward towards the bigger woman, then threw his body forward into a roll directly towards her. Not to trip her or kick at her legs or anything like that, but instead using the roll to build forward momentum, it wouldn't be much, but if it was just enough...

Upon completing his roll, feet under him on the mat directly in front of the stunned Angela, he sprang up, jumping as high as his athletic skill and momentum would carry him, turning his body mid leap and reaching out with both arms behind him while kicking his legs out in front of him. If all went well, if his leap was right, his timing, if Angela didn't just swat him aside with the ease of a lion swatting a fly, he'd grab the veteran around her head and try to use his weight and gravity to pull her off her feet for the first time in this match, bringing her crashing down face first to the mat with an Ace Crusher, the famous finishing move of his mother, Silver Ace!

[BlackAkuma]

Was Angela mad? Yes. But not in the usual way.

It wasn’t the typical blinding kind of rage that most would have in such a situation. It was tempered by the underlying knowledge that Gold Ace was a sweet boy, that he likely hadn't done that on purpose, and that he almost certainly regretted doing it. Perhaps it was the same sort of regret that a deer would have when it accidentally walks into a wolf’s den, but regret all the same. It wasn’t fair to be mad at him, to take out her anger on someone who hadn't intended to insult her.

That was the logical way of looking at things, however. On the surface, the primal instinct was hard to overcome, and her first reflex was to lash out in the most brutal way possible. She raised her arm and moved forward, looking to level him with a powerful lariat. However, she was just closing in when he made an odd move, rolling forward instead of the more logical. At first, she stood there, confused, but his intent was evident when he leaped up and spun about to seize her head in the three-quarter facelock. He was going for an Ace Crusher.

Ambitious. It wasn’t going to work, but she could applaud the moxy.

As he came up and grasped her head, Angela brought her arms under his legs and grabbed them, holding him aloft. She had to take a step back to control his weight adequately, but she could get control of him all the same, stopping the move dead in its tracks. She kept him like that for only a second before she jerked up, lifted him over her head, and sat him down on her shoulder, as easily as she used to do for her daughter when she wanted a piggyback ride.

However, this would end far less pleasantly than those times as Angela stepped forward, kicked her legs out, and fell backward, bringing Gold Ace crashing to the mat with her Electric Chair signature move - the Tower of Pisa.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

For a brief moment, Ace was thrilled, as his desperate, but ambitious attack seemed to be working, feeling himself starting to fall with Angela's head perfectly in grasp, and he really thought his desperate attack was going to go off without a hitch. Even if it didn't get the pin by itself, it would certainly keep Angela down long enough, he could hit his Golden Star Splash and THAT would...would...

Why couldn't he feel himself falling?

Was...he floating...in the air? Was he magic!?

A quick glance with his golden eyes confirmed to the teenager that, no, he was not magic, sadly, but something far worse, and far scarier.

Angela had caught him.

"...Oh shi-"

That was as far as he got, as a second later, he was being flipped through the air, completely out of his own control, and landed with a grunt on Angela's shoulders, his legs slipping around either side of her neck as she flipped him into place and gripped his slim legs to hold him stead, the teens arms wobbling as he struggled to not fall off on his own accord as he tried to realign himself, his brain working to figure out what the hell he could do in this situation.

...and then he felt himself falling again.

Oh shit.

"N-No, wait please do-AGHH!"

He got out as many pleading words as he could manage in the brief second he had, before his powerful veteran opponent fell back with the famous Electric Chair drop, Ace falling roughly 10 feet down to the mat, the back of his head smacking hard against the mat, while his back landed flat a moment later, his young body actually bouncing upward from the impact before landing flat on the mat, his limbs splayed out, eyes closed in a grimace of extreme pain. His entire body, his entire world was hurting right now, spots and stars blasting in his vision from the blow to his head, and the only sound he could make was a pained, high pitched, whimpering sort of wheeze, barely able to get any breath, the wind entirely knocked out of the golden haired boy from that brutal attack!

"....eeee...."

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd looked on with shock and awe, as Gold Ace was brought down for a crushing impact. It wasn’t uncommon to see matches like this in LAW, where one wrestler was against someone on the opposite end of the weight class. Still, even those were usually played up as more sensual affairs, with the female wrestler dominating her petite opponent and taking her time to enjoy things. This was more akin to a mauling. Gold Ace put up a valiant effort, but the gap between them was too wide in too many areas - strength, size, experience. The potential was there, everyone could see it, but the day when he could hope to match a woman like Angela was still far off.

The match was effectively over. While there was a part of Angela - her chest - of a mind to keep this going and make a point, her calmer, more rational self won out. She would try to bring this to a close, wanting to minimize the damage she did in such a situation. She knew what she would feel in this situation if Dizzy were the one getting ragdolled around the ring by some large, imposing woman.

Granted, Dizzy probably would have liked that, knowing her. Even so.

Angela rolled around, crawled forward, and placed her head between Gold Ace’s legs, placing them on her shoulders as she leaned in. She folded him up and let her weight come down on him, trying to keep his shoulders on the mat as the referee slid in. She figured this would be enough to do the job, but just in case, she had him in for something that she was sure would finish things, no question.

”1…”