Liberty vs Aisha

Liberty almost surprised herself with the strength of her uppercut, sending Aisha flying off of her, but old habits died hard. If someone annoyed her, she hit them. Heavily.

In fact, Aisha had done a lot more than simply annoy the former hardcore champ... Liberty's head was really swimming. If Aisha hadn't gotten distracted by the black-haired girl's breasts, and Liberty's aggressive instincts hadn't kicked in, she could well have ended up as a puddle on the floor.

She hadn't though. Well aware of her close call, and buoyed by her turnaround blow to Aisha's face, Liberty staggered upright, all snarls. She swayed a little, bare chest bobbing too as she groggily found her feet.

Topless Liberty was quite a sight. The crowd might have liked to dwell on it, but the woman herself didn't pause at all. She saw Aisha at the apron and moving to enter the ring. Like an enraged animal, the sight of something in retreat immediately triggered Liberty's urge to attack.

She strode forwards, happily snatching up the adjacent chair that remained from where Aisha has set up her aerial attack. As the blonde pulled herself into the ring, Liberty would try a last-ditch weapon swing at her retreating foe, intending to smack Aisha across her bent-over ass in retaliation.

Whatever the outcome of her revenge attack, she would drop the chair and grab the ropes herself, hauling her groggy self up onto the apron to follow her opponent up into the ring.

Aisha was halfway in the ring, when the crowd's sudden jolt of energy caught her attention. They were getting noticeably louder, and since she wasn't really doing anything, that likely meant Liberty had something extremely painful heading her way. Sure enough,  she looked over her shoulder and saw the former champion heading towards her, with a chair in hand and a look of pure death on her face.

"Shit-" She tried to scramble into the ring, but it was too little, too late. The chair shot hit her right on the ass, and even though she was fairly well padded back there, it wasn't enough to keep the damage from sinking all the way into the bone. Aisha let out a shrill cry and flopped forward, with half of her body laying in the ring and her legs dangling out on the apron. A very, very bad position.

"Fucking bitch..." She gritted her teeth down hard and tried to pull herself back into the ring, doing her best to ignore the searing pain in her hip. She'd remember that little shot the next time she had the advantage....

Liberty let out a loud, almost drunken, cackle as she smacked Aisha's ass with the chair. Delivering the heavy-duty spank was fun, and the crowd seemed to appreciate the sentiment, too. The payback improved Liberty's mood no end, and the former champ had a smile on her face as she pulled on the ropes and clambered into the ring, just behind her struggling opponent.

Liberty hadn't been quick enough to stop Aisha getting onto the canvas, but no matter, the ring was hardly a sanctuary, and the black-haired fighter could still press her advantage. With Aisha crawling on all fours, Liberty would grab a handful of blonde hair and yank the dancer's head back, forcing her into a kneeling position.

From there, Liberty would move her right arm across Aisha's face, trying to lock her neck and trap her opponent in a nasty dragon sleeper hold.

"Laugh while you can, fat ass." Aisha cursed under her breath as she heard Liberty yucking up a storm behind her, but she couldn't put much energy behind it. She was dealing with a big, angry bitch here, and she knew her only recourse was to ride out the storm and hope she could get some time breath. But, as Liberty hauled her forward and yanked her head back to wrap a beefy arm around her neck, she knew that time was a while in the coming. This would suck for a while.

"Nononono-" She groaned as the hold was locked in, twisting her back and putting her far closer to Liberty's armpit than she ever wanted to be. Aisha couldn't guess how many days it had been since this woman had a proper bath, but it had been way, way too long.

"-fuck off me!" She thrashed around and kicked her legs about, slamming her shimmering heels into the mat while her arm wildly flailed. Putting up a mad fight, it was all a waste of energy. She was stuck, held in place while her chest thrust forward, barely contained by the straps and tape. "When I get out of this shit..." She grunted, her voice pure venom as she tried to use her free arm to push her head out.

There was a wolfish grin on Liberty's face as she wrapped her arm across Aisha's head, crouching to lock the dragon sleeper in tight, wrenching the poor blonde's neck.

Aisha was a reluctant victim, to say the least, but Liberty grit her teeth and held on to the squirming dancer as best she could, trapping her hapless opponent's face firmly under her armpit.

"You like that, huh?" she teased vindictively. "I spent fourteen hours on a fucking economy flight to get back here, so don't expect any sympathy about cramped, nasty conditions!!" Liberty quipped as she tortured her opponent's neck.

The black-haired fighter wasn't a natural submissionist, but she was happy to force a break in the fighting to let her battered brain recover, while slowly grinding Aisha down. By Liberty's standards, this was some pretty masterful strategising, and she was quite pleased with herself, as she continued to pile pressure on the struggling Aisha.

She knew the awful armpit hold would be playing hell with Aisha's self-confidence, too, and she was determined to work the psychological angle as best she could.

"Hey, you wanted a hentai match, I thought the idea was to get up close and sweaty," she leered. A wicked thought struck Liberty and she would move her free arm across to Aisha's top, trying to tug the blonde's outfit down her chest, so she could expose her opponent's breasts. Payback for her own current topless situation, and a potential source of difficulty for Aisha, if Liberty could start to slap and tease them too.

Aisha could barely hear Liberty's crude voice over her own screams and the crowd's cheers and the fucking sweaty arm covering her ears, but from the snarky little tone in her voice and the way some of the crowd seemed to be giggling their asses off, it sounded like the big bitch was getting a joke in. Good. Great. Aisha really hoped the former champ was enjoying her time in the sun, because as soon as she got free, she was burying her under the ring. The Dancing Sistah was making an internal list, and she would see to it to get payback for every little insult. Each and every one...

Of course, that was all contingent on her getting free in the first place, which she was having some real trouble doing. Dragon sleepers were annoying as shit in normal circumstances, but when you threw in someone with Liberty's high strength and low hygeine, it was pure torture.

It was bad enough to just be struggling while the bitch held her down, but then she had to go and make it worse. After the little strip tease she'd forced the anarchist through, she knew her own breasts would be a target, but that didn't make it any less humiliating when her puppies were unleashed and exposed to the cold air.

She let out an enraged scream and cursed into Liberty's armpit as her struggles became even more frenetic, but it was all wasted energy. The best she could do was wildly swing her arm at the fat fucker's face, and she wouldn't be able to get any real impact with that even if she was lucky enough to hit.

Liberty started to give Aisha's exposed breasts a cursory slap and twist, adding to her victim's discomfort, though catty tactics were hardly her forte. The crowd certainly liked it, and Aisha certainly didn't. Reason enough to indulge in a little light breast torture, Liberty figured.

The blonde's struggles began to intensify, and Liberty had to grunt with effort as she tried to restrain her foe and maintain the grueling dragon sleeper. Squirming Aisha managed to catch Liberty in the face with a flailing arm, eliciting an annoyed moan from the dominant fighter. She was secretly impressed with how Aisha was holding up, the woman had a surprising amount of fighting spirit. Sure, she looked like a bimbo, but lesser mortals would have crumpled at this treatment.

The face hit wasn't enough to break Liberty's hold, but it was enough to dissuade her from any more submission hold or nipple play for the time being. The black-haired woman figured she had recovered enough, anyway, and was eager to move onto something more fun.

Steeling herself, Liberty would move into a standing position, dragging Aisha upwards too, before using her control on Aisha's head to try for a DDT slam, jumping back to try to drive Aisha skull-first into the canvas.

As tough as Aisha was, she still needed to breath air, and she was getting precious little of it under Liberty's armpit. The precious little she could suck in was rank with the former champion's smell, making her gag as it went down her throat. Her body jolted and jerked around with every little slap and twerk to her freed breasts, and all she could do was writhe and moan and let out a stream of muffled curses in response.

This was hell.

She briefly considered sinking her teeth into Liberty's skin to make her let go, a perfectly legal tactic in this match. Aisha didn't relish the thought of being forced to have the taste of this woman's skin in her mouth, but it might've been something she would just have to live with. 'Fortunately', though, the choice became moot, as Liberty started to stand and twist her body around. She was out of the dragon sleeper, but judging from the new position she was in, there wasn't cause to celebrate.

A normal DDT was bad enough, but coming from someone with Liberty's girth, the move was devastating. Aisha felt the impact all the way down her spine and pure pain followed quickly after, as her skull was hammered hard into the canvas. Her body balanced on its head for a scant second, before it all came crashing down on Aisha's back, with her legs laying across the middle rope. She didn't bother to pull them down, either - her mind was too wracked with the pain in her brain, too focused on cradling her battered head and moaning at the intense pain. "Fucking bitch, fucking bitch..." She cursed through her clenched teeth. "Goddamnit..."

Liberty felt the rush of dictating a fight and inflicting real damage on an enemy, as she brought poor Aisha down hard in the aggressive DDT. A cheer from the crowd to accompany the anguished cursing from her reeling opponent.

“YEAH!” Liberty crowed, jumping to her feet and raising her arms in triumph. Not really thinking about it, she had afforded everyone a fantastic view of her fulsome breasts, as she held the pose for a couple of seconds. Her face fell a little as she realised the positive reaction wasn’t entirely due to her DDT. These fucking fans…

She didn’t shrink or feel much embarrassment, but she *was* determined to make the bitch Aisha pay for tearing her top. Pure aggression again, she would suddenly scurry up to the top of the adjacent turnbuckle, then quickly dive backwards, elbow raised… looking to smash poor stranded Aisha with a heavy, steel-plated, leaping elbow drop.

This was bad. Oh, God, was this bad. For the life of her, Aisha couln't remember being in a worse spot in a match. Maybe that cage match she'd been tricked into against Evil Rose. Maybe. And she hadn't been exposed during that beating, so it was hard to compare, really. That had been more painful, but at least she could be proud, afterwards. Not so much with this.

Here, she was reeling on the floor, clutching her skull while she waited for the pain to subside. Through it all, she was faintly aware of LIberty getting up on the turnbuckle, going for a big move on her prone body.

The simple possibility of getting flattened by Liberty after she'd come down from the top-rope was terrifying enough. But as she took flight, Aisha saw that she was coming down with an elbow drop - using an elbow that was covered in a thick, metal plate.

Aisha moved. She rolled out of the way faster than she had ever done for anything, ever. She moved like her life depended on getting out of the way, because, quite frankly, she felt like it did.