Odessa vs. Liberty II

Odessa, just for a moment, was able to catch a glimpse of what was happening on the big screen positioned above the ramp on one side of the arena. From a slightly sidewards angle, she saw her body pressing down on Liberty's back, and the raven-haired American brawler beginning to drop down onto her butt on the canvas. Unlike Liberty, Odessa did not want to watch the screen. In the split second she had as they were coming down, she knew that this impact was going to hurt, and she braced for it as much as she could.

Bracing for it didn't help much at all. Her jaw still snapped shut at fifty miles per hour, making Odessa feel lucky that she had pulled her tongue far back into her mouth, and her whole skull still rattled, almost as hard as when the two of them clashed foreheads at the beginning of their duel. She went down on her back with her eyes closed, and immediately started to rub at her jaw, practically immobilized other than for the slight movement of that one arm.

She knew what was going to happen—she was about to have her ass handed to her by Liberty. She only hoped that she would have an opportunity to turn the tables before it was too late.

She felt hands brush over her ankles, but Liberty did not grab onto them. She seemed to change her mind, as those fingertips soon slid away from Odessa, and once again the ebony beauty was alone, without feeling the touch of her opponent at all. That made her very nervous. Though it was difficult, Odessa opened her eyes and tried to blink away the stars. Her vision was only just clearing when Liberty hopped up onto the ropes, striking a very similar pose to the one that Odessa had herself been in while she had been attempting to drive Liberty's face into the turnbuckle.

Odessa's eyes traveled down Liberty's back, looking at her dirty, splotchy, but still pleasantly smooth and pale back. Most of that back was covered by strands of oily, tangled black hair, hair which Odessa couldn't help but find beautiful even with all of its blemishes. Her eyes soon made it to Liberty's big, round ass, and stayed there.

There was no doubt about it—Liberty was incredibly attractive. Odessa would have to ponder what her next move would be in that respect after she had won. Right now, the only thing she had to ponder was her own survival. Liberty leaped from the turnbuckle, and that fat, tantalizing ass got a whole lot bigger, before it came down right on Odessa's belly. The ebony beauty had a scream forced out of her as she felt her whole midsection crushed underneath Liberty's weight. That ass drove right down into her abdomen, slamming it almost as flat as a pancake for a second upon impact, or so it felt. The impact took Odessa's breath away. She was left panting and gasping on the canvas, bringing her hands up to Liberty's rear end, grabbing onto that fat ass and trying to squeeze it hard through her skirt as a tiny bit of retaliation.

Liberty had never done anything quite like this - truth told, why she didn’t shy away from using her assets in a match, she never liked to take it farther than a facesit against some bitch she felt really deserved it. Smashing her ass around, using it like an offensive weapon, flatting opponents with it...it all came too close to the terrible titalation that she loathed in the AFW.

But today was an exception in a lot of ways. And, besides, she couldn’t deny, there was something indescribably awesome about planting the thing Odessa was clearly obsessed about right on her and using it to take control. Judging from the way the audience cheered, they agreed.

”Ha!” Liberty snorted, shaking her hips a bit as Odessa ineffectively gripped at them. She did a quick bounce, slamming her butt back down into the black beauty’s gut to make her relive the pain, and then she started to stand back up. Odessa wasn’t quite worn down enough for her tastes, but she had some great ideas on how to get her their. Fast.

She turned around, reached down, and got a grip on Odessa’s hair again, this time using it for a convenient handhold to make her stand back up. Once she was up enough for it, Liberty swung around and hurled her into the corner, putting her in position for all sorts of fun little attacks to come.

Liberty was obviously feeling very proud of herself, smugly shaking her ass in response to the way Odessa grabbed onto it, grinding down into Odessa's midsection to cause the ebony beauty a little more discomfort and make it that much more difficult for her to catch her breath again after that painful impact. Liberty added one more bounce for good measure, her bum lifting up and then suddenly slamming back down, Odessa only barely managing to tighten her abs to prevent her stomach from being completely caved in by the full weight of her American opponent coming down on her midsection.

After that, Liberty began to stand back up, obviously having recovered from the considerable beating and pain that Odessa had put her through over the course of the last few minutes. The grubby woman certainly was durable. Of course, Odessa was durable, too, and Liberty seemed to realize that, as she did not try to sit down on the ebony beauty's face right away, even though Odessa was open for a facesit that might, on the surface, appear almost destined to end the match. She knew that Odessa still had some stores of strength that she could tap into in an emergency. The same way that Liberty had, Odessa would find a way to fight her way out of certain doom and reverse the match to once again be in her favor.

Liberty was going to try to find her limits. Odessa would hiss frustratedly as she felt her hair tugged, dragging her back up onto unsteady feet. Liberty was evidently rather enamored of Odessa's gorgeous, gleaming white tresses. The Briton wobbled a little bit, but managed to find her balance, and would have been standing even if her dark-haired colleague wasn't holding onto her. She wasn't quite in a position to resist Liberty's sudden pull, however, and Odessa was unceremoniously flung into the corner, only just barely catching herself with both hands to prevent herself from smashing into the turnbuckle, tits and face first.

She was now in an almost identical position as the one Liberty had been in a minute ago. While things looked grim for the moment, Odessa had no doubt that, if her opponent could get out of this predicament, so could she. She would glance over her shoulder at Liberty, wanting to watch what the woman did and plan her next move while she was still rebuilding her strength...

Liberty had Odessa as vulnerable as you could really hope to get another woman in wrestling. She was in the corner, which would’ve been enough trouble all by itself, but to make matters worse for her and better for Liberty, she had her back turned to in the inside of the ring. That meant there were dozens and dozens of devious little things AFW’s resident anarchist could do, and she’d be helpless to protect from them. In theory, anyway.

But there was one thing Liberty wanted to do. It was a little inappropriate, and not her typical style, but with a match like this it was almost required.

Liberty reared back and gave Odessa a harsh slap, right on the ass!

The crowd appreciated it, of course, and after all the smack Odessa had talked, it was quite soothing to Liberty’s grubbby little soul. That wasn’t all she had in store, though.

”And…” Liberty hopped back and lashed out, planting her big red boot in Odessa’s back with a harsh stomp, smashing her against the turnbuckle and adding an injury to her insult.

Odessa smacked face first into the turnbuckle, and it hurt. Liberty knew exactly what to do to a body like Odessa's to cause a thousand little pinpoints all over it to scream out together in pain. Odessa knew that she could not allow her opponent to kick her ass for much longer. No matter how durable she was, Liberty's attacks would eventually succeed in breaking down Odessa's defenses, in crushing her body, and in leaving her writhing impotently on the canvas.

It was time for a comeback. But she needed to weather one or two more attacks before she could make her move. She had had Liberty in this same position, and Liberty had turned the tables on her. Odessa clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, ready for what Liberty had in store for her. She had an idea of what it would be.

Odessa's idea was wrong. She expected a kick or blow to the back. Instead, she felt the sting of a hard slap right on her ample ass! Odessa would grunt loudly in surprise as she felt her ass quivering after the impact, her dark skin taking on a slightly rosy hue. The cheeks on her face flushed slightly to match that color. Since when was Liberty the sort of woman to spank her opponents? Odessa could have taunted her light-skinned opponent about it, but she was then caught by Liberty's next attack—a kick to the back, her boot slamming into Odessa's spine and driving the ebony beauty into the turnbuckle breasts-first. Just the attack she had originally been expecting.

And just the attack that Odessa had performed on her foe not five minutes earlier. "Rrrnnh...copycat!" Odessa would hiss, as she reached out with both hands to grab onto the top ropes on either side of the turnbuckle, getting ready to make a move.

Liberty was a little ashamed to admit that she got a little thrill out of giving Odessa a smack like that. Mostly it was just the irony of it all - she knew Odessa wouldn’t hesitate if the positions were switched. And besides, the white-haired maiden had been pushing her buttons since she stepped into the ring, a little karmic retribution was long overdue. Besides, the undignified, unsullied grunt Odessa made on impact was well-worth the price of admission.

”Oh, please,” Liberty gave a little scoff at Odessa’s pithy comeback, as if she was the first person in history to ever kick someone in the back while they were leaning against a turnbuckle. ”Coming from the black Cecilia Northman? Rich.”

With her enemy looking suitably winded, Liberty decided it was time to try something more in tune with her usual style - wild, crazy, with a complete disregard for her and anyone else’s physical well being. She gave Odessa a quick elbow in the back, just a little pain to help keep her in place, and then she went to work.

Liberty darted back across the ring, barely giving the referee enough time to move as she crossed the squared circle. She turned and let her back smack against the corner, shaking the ring when she struck, making all the ropes shake on impact.

Without another second wasted, Liberty bolted out of the corner, stormed across the ring with reckless abandon, leaped high at the last moment and tried to come crashing down on Odessa’s back with a powerful body slam.

Liberty seemed to take issue with the accusation of copycatting that Odessa leveled at her. Well, if the shoe fit, she should wear it. Throwing Odessa into the corner in an identical position as she had been and kicking her in the back in an identical manner did not necessarily indicate that she had copied the Briton, but doing it three minutes after Odessa did it to her? Liberty might just be lazy and not want to think too hard to figure out the most effective ways of hurting Odessa.

Enough, the black beauty thought to herself. It didn't matter what Liberty was thinking and doing. The problem was that she was doing anything. She was the actor, and Odessa the reactor. Odessa was not going to win if she kept dwelling on minutiae.

"Heh...black Cecilia Northman, eh?" Odessa would reply with a scoff. "Darling, I've wrapped Ceci around my little finger. I've had her mewling like a kitten under me in bed...or don't you want to hear about that?" Odessa figured that Liberty would run off to prepare her next maneuver, but she wanted to plant that seed in Liberty's mind to distract her. With any luck, it would give Odessa the advantage in dodging whatever Liberty had coming for her.

Luckily for Odessa, Liberty was wild, and a little reckless. She dashed across the ring to the other corner, very clearly telegraphing her intentions as she would pause for just a second, then come barreling down at Odessa, looking to slam herself into Odessa's back and slam Odessa into the turnbuckle. She was obviously counting on Odessa being too tired and pained to move out of the way. She was almost right. Odessa was finding it difficult to work up the energy to slide to either side.

Thankfully, she had another option. As Liberty leaped, aiming to come down on Odessa's back, the British woman fell. She would drop to her knees and tuck her head in, making herself as small as possible. With any luck, Liberty would not be able to adjust. With any luck, the woman would smash herself right into the turnbuckle! Maybe that would level the playing field some!

As Liberty bounded across the ring, driven onwards by her fan’s cheers, the brightest smile was drapped across her sweaty face. She was having fun. Real, genuine fun.

Maybe that was a little wrong, but damn, did she love beating around Odessa. The way she carried herself. The way she acted like she could really be called a hardcore wrestler. Oh, she was a pretty woman, no doubt there, but prettiness didn’t win matches. It sure as hell didn’t win you championship matches, and it sure as fuck didn’t get you to be the hardcore champion. Liberty had done what she did and gotten that title staying true to herself. Who was Odessa to question it?

The only slight dampener on her fun were Odessa’s strangely alluring words. But was no surprise, right? Of course Odessa was trying to make this about sex. That was what it always boiled down to in the AFW. Sex, sex, sex.

...even if it would probably be pretty damn good sex, and Liberty was a few months dry thanks to all her globe-trotting...

”Yaah!” She pushed those thoughts aside as she bounced into the air like a human wrecking ball, letting momentum and gravity decide her fate. It was a well-executed move, made devastating with the power and speed she could put behind it. There was only one thing missed from the equation: Liberty’s opponent.

The crowd collectively winced as Liberty’s head slammed into the turnbuckle, hair flailing all around her, and it felt every bit as bad as it looked it. The blow wasn’t enough to knock her down, but it came close, as the former hardcore champion was left dizzy and dazed. She staggered out of the corner, rapidly blinking while stars filled her vision, wobbling with every step.

Odessa's escape was a very close-run affair, as Liberty was a lot faster than one might first assume when one saw her. Odessa herself enjoyed using her own surprising speed to her advantage, and so it was perfectly understandable that there would be more to Liberty than met the eye, as well. As Liberty charged towards her, Odessa knew she had to hold out until her foe had passed the point of no return. When Liberty leapt forward, Odessa knew that was it. After an instant's hesitation, the ebony beauty tucked herself down into a little ball in the corner. It was a little embarrassing to have to hide out like that, and it would take a victory tonight for Odessa to live that down.

But her ploy was as successful as she had hoped. Liberty thought that she could daze Odessa, beat the Briton into a messy haze and then perform whatever move on her that she wanted? If Liberty was going to turn Odessa into a groggy, stumbling mess, then Odessa would level the playing field any way she could. This way should do quite nicely.

Odessa herself was still feeling a little bit worse for wear, and she was a little bit disappointed that Liberty didn't fall down on her plump, attractive, and dangerous ass. That meant that Liberty, as disoriented as she must be now, would be recovering soon. Odessa hoped that she would have the advantage over Liberty, that she would have that extra ounce of strength or the resolution to go that extra inch to win this fight. Slowly, she picked herself up, rising onto her feet with the aid of one of the ropes. Her legs wobbled for a second, but she would manage to straighten herself out as she would begin to walk up behind Liberty in the center of the ring.

"I have you, love...!" Odessa would say, as she slid her face up next to Liberty's, resting her chin on the Italian-American girl's shoulder as she breathily whispered into Liberty's ear. At the same time, she would press herself up against her foe's back, and wrap her arms around Liberty's body, encircling the woman's smooth but strong midsection and trying to lock on a vice grip around that belly in preparation for her next move...

The moment Liberty hit the pad and stumbled back, she knew she would be on the highlight reel tonight, and not in a good way. She would have the position you never wanted to hold as a wrestler - being the one who was on the butt end of a cool moment, the one who made someone else look cool. The worst part was that she knew it would only get worse from here - a woman like Odessa had a wealth of options at her disposal to make Liberty pay for her mistake, not the least of which would’ve been an ass in her face.

Speaking of which, where was she? Liberty could’ve sworn the dark beauty was nearby a moment ago, but now that her vision was clearing up, she’d vanished from her line of view. She started to turn around as she regained her bearing, and that was when she figured out Odessa’s position. Not because she saw her, but because she felt her. Powerful arms wrapped around her from behind, giving Liberty conflicting feelings.

On the one hand, Odessa’s arms were powerful, and having them clamp down around her midsection was far from pleasant. It didn’t help her labored breathing, not one bit, and made her feel like was being squeezed in half down the middle.

On the other hand, Liberty couldn’t deny that there were far, far worse things she could be feeling than Odessa’s soft breasts pressing against her back, their bodies molding together, the hot breath in her ear, their sweat mingling along the bare skin of her back.

She shivered. No way around it.

But panic set in a moment later, and Liberty reached out, futilely trying to grab hold of the ropes to stop her impending doom.