Shanari ‘The Ravager’ Drackanov vs. Libby ‘Liberty’ Vella - Making New Friends

Though it probably wouldn't have seemed that way to anyone watching, Liberty hadn't been trying to breast smother Shanari. Not deliberately. It just so happened to be the quickest position for a pin that she could think of. In fact, if this has been a match with two guys, or a woman who wasn't as a genetically gifted as Liberty, the crowd wouldn't have given it much thought.

As it was, though, she got a wave of catcalls coming from a bunch of leering fanboys.

Liberty just rolled her eyes and huffed. Truth told, she didn't shy away from the smother, and it didn't last long anyway. She figured Shanari was too hardy for a three count right now, but it was worth a shot. Back to work.

”All right, puff pants.” Liberty grabbed hold of Shanari’s trademark hairhorns, snatching one tight in each fist. Convenient little handholds, they were. ”On your feet!”

Liberty stood up and pulled Shanari along with her, forcing the Ravager to rise if she wanted her weird hairdo to stay attached to her scalp.

Shanari's misfortune was at a brief end when the smother was broken along with the pin, allowing the Russian to breathe air into her lungs again. Her little moment of rest was short lived though as Liberty had gotten off her but took a hold of her small pigtails, clenching her teeth tightly shut as they were used to force her up onto her feet.

She thought about kneeing Liberty in the gut, but with those short tails at the woman's disposal, she knew it would hurt her in the process, giving the woman a deadly glare as she was hoisted onto her feet, her left eye closing a little, flinching from the way Liberty was trying to handle her with the use of her hair.

Knowing that things weren't looking up for her at the moment, she instead braced herself for anything Liberty wanted to do after Shanari was on her feet, looking for a way to get back control of the fight the moment her tails would he released.

”And we’re standing, and we’re standing…”

Liberty had to give Shanari credit for taking the hair pull as well as she was. With her significantly longer tresses, the former hardcore champion knew too well just how much having her strands yanked could hurt like a bitch, but the Ravager was staying quiet, biting back the pain and giving her the evil eye. Liberty responded to this with a cocky grin and a flick of her tongue.

She could look pissed all she wanted. Liberty was in control, now, and she was going to get the most out of this.

She wanted to start moving this fight towards more breakable objects - maybe even put Shanari through something large and wooden - and she knew exactly how to get that kicked off. She let go of her opponent’s hair and grabbed her wrist, yanking hard on an arm with both of hers. From there, she jerked back, spun about, and tried to hurl Shanari into the nearby announcer’s desk with a hard Irish Whip, throwing her substantial weight and power into the move.

With Shanari back onto her feet, she took a brief glance around for any possible things she could use to get this woman to release her, though it seemed that she didn't need to wait long for the latter as her tails were released and instead her wrist was grasped, giving Shanari little time to yank it free as she was whipped towards the desk with quite an amount of force packed into it.

Shanari couldn't quite stop herself as she slammed against it, forcing Shanari off her feet to roll onto the desk, laying on her side while she coughed softly from the impact. The announcers off course backed away while Shanari was taking the time to recover, gritting her teeth as she tried to pull herself from the desk and back onto her feet, knowing she couldn't stay there for too long.

”Oh, baby, that’s what I like..” Liberty huskily muttered under her breath, watching a beautiful thing unfold before her eyes. When she’d tossed Shanari, she’d expected her foe to just slam into the announcer’s desk, that she’d have to put in some work to get her on top. Instead, she rolled on top. Perfect. Just perfect.

Eager to take advantage, Liberty skipped after Shanari as she tried to roll back to her feet, coming after her foe before she had the chance to get upright. She reached out, grabbed her opponent’s head and slammed it down into the table, trying to stun the Ravager and keep her docile.

Just a little time, a few moments, and she could make some magic happen...

Off course there was nothing Shanari could do as Liberty came in quicker than she had hoped, getting grasped by the head before she was slammed down into the table, rewarding Liberty with a loud grunt upon impact! She knew that being caught by Liberty was a very bad outcome in pretty much anything now, not having that same size as her opponent that was starting to bully her made it quite irritating for Shanari, who was starting to lose the match.

The slam to the desk was enough to keep Shanari dazed, now prisoner in Liberty's clutches as her head was throbbing from the slam, trying to think of better ways to bring this large woman down without getting caught in the process, though at the same time she knew this was not going to end well for her, Liberty being quite the opponent already was something that Shanari had hoped would not happen.

Liberty drove Shanari’s skull hard into the table, once more getting the desired result - her opponent was stunned, stupefied, and easy picking for the next few moments. Things were going well - maybe too well, really. There was only so far you could push your luck in a wrestling match before it wound up biting you in the ass, and Liberty was getting far more out of it than usual.

But screw it. She’d come this far, had to go all the way.

With Shanari laid out on top of the table, Liberty made her way to the apron and hurriedly rushed into the ring, rolling under the ropes and scrambling her way up the turnbuckle, getting some good height. Shanari wasn’t really that far, but it was amazing how just a few feet could seem like a country mile. Especially for what she was about to do.

A quick, deep breath. A little prayer. A hard slap on her chest, psyching up.

Liberty jumped off the turnbuckle and flew towards the table, coming down on the prone Shanari with a devastating sky-high elbow drop, or, as she called it, the…”MARKET CRASH!”

While her head was certainly throbbing with pain, she was not a fool to just lay there and take another heavy dose of punishment! She had one hand on the side of her head, gently rubbing and massaging it to soothe the pain while she kept an eye out for Liberty, noticing the large woman starting to ascend the turnbuckle, a rather risky move that would harbor great rewards if it would land, though thankfully she wasn't out of the match yet, and the desk was certainly small enough to roll off, though she waited for the right moment to do so.

Just when Liberty made the motion of lowering before the jump, Shanari would twist her body to the side and rolled herself off the desk and back down to the hard ground. She knew it wasn't exactly a comfortable landing since it was still back first, though she was certain that Liberty was going to have a more regretful fall than she did.

BOOM!!

From the outside of the arena, a noise like thunder could be heard, followed by the rising roar of a raging crowd. It was a mighty, cacophonous sound, and you would've been forgiven for thinking a small explosion occurred. Not the case, luckily, though Liberty was honestly feeling as if she’d just been in the middle of one.

There, she laid, in the middle of the wrecked table, wires and broken monitors and shattered wood strewn all about her, staring up at the ceiling while the crowd did her favorite chant.

”HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Nice to hear that. Would’ve been nicer if she'd heard it after hitting the damn elbow drop.

Barely able to move, Liberty tried to roll over to her chest, only to fail and plop down on her back.

Then she tried it again, only to fail once more.

Another attempt...another fail. ”Ugh,” She threw her head back, fully frustrated. ”Fuck’s sakes…”

Shanari knew that she had just dodged a heavy cannonball of a woman from slamming her through the desk, looking over at the wreckage that Liberty had caused while she slowly pushed down with her hand so she could rise up onto one knee and inspect the situation a little closer. It seemed that her opponent was trying to roll onto her chest, but it was a failed result, which made Shanari consider something that would make them a little even in a certain department.

She would move forward, aiming to crawl up and onto Liberty's head, wanting to plant her large rear right upon the woman's face for a reverse facesit smother, also trying to pin her arms under her knees so she could have a greater leverage over her. While she wasn't really going for a pin, it was an added bonus for this position, should she be able to get on top of her.