Liberty vs Aisha

"Haha, yeah, I don't like reading, either," Liberty chuckled with casual cruelty as her opponent crumpled before her. The black-haired wrestler was getting into her stride again, the enjoyment of battle back on her face.

Liberty looked down at her writhing foe, tensing to make a move, and would suddenly reach down to grab Aisha's flailing ankles. If she could catch the dancer's legs without taking a heel to the head, she'd be able to hold Aisha's thighs wide apart in a very compromising position.

Aisha's vision was a little cloudy and her mind was a hazy mess, but she was aware of LIberty's grubby hands around her ankles, and she still had enough sense to know that was no good. Not that she could do anything about it, of course.

She twisted from side to side, trying to get free as her legs were spread wide open. Catcals filled the arena, as the audience enjoyed the view. Aisha didn't mind them looking, she didn't wear a dress like to not be seen, but she wanted it to be on her tearms. Not spread like a hentai bitch at Liberty's whim.

"Get the fuck..." She growled and reached for the chair she'd dropped a moment ago, trying to grab it and swing it right in Liberty's cocky face. "...off!"

Liberty's grin was wide as the leering crowd got behind her. Not quite as wide as Aisha's thighs, though, as the scruffy punk leant forward, pressing down on her hapless victim's limbs to force them further apart.

"I thought you wanted to spread your legs, hm?" she teased, right before getting a rather sudden answer in the form of a chair.

Stupidly she hadn't covered her victim's potential counters, or even given it much thought, so the steel to the face was an unpleasant shock. Leaning over Aisha had given her a clear shot, and the dancer had scored a direct hit. Disorienting AND embarrassing.

"Ungh!!" Liberty spluttered, letting go of Aisha and staggering back to hold her numb face. The back-and-forth with the blonde was getting increasingly painful!

The crowd cheered as the chair crashed on Liberty's head. It wasn't even so much that they were for Aisha, as they were just glad to see the violence. It didn't really feel like a hardcore match, hentai or not, until someone got hit in the face with a chair.

Aisha rubbed her head as she stood up, still a little woozy from having her head smashed, but lucid enough to fight. "Not for you, bitch." She opened the chair up and sat it down on the floor, putting it right in front of her. While Liberty reeled from the shot, Aisha took careful aim, as a few members of the crowd egged her on - they had a good idea where she was going with this.

She stepped on the chair and jumped off it, coming straight towards Liberty with her legs open, looking to crash into her chest and drop her with a Lou Thesz press. She wanted this bitch down, and she wanted her down now.

Liberty stayed bent-over for a few seconds, her rattling skull slowly coming back into focus. She prodded at her face and tentatively licked her lips for blood. There was none yet, thankfully. The black-haired girl was starting to get pretty pissed off, now, though. She'd had the worst of the opening exchange, and though she could chalk some of it up to a lack of match practice, it was still hard to take, especially coming from such a bimbo as Aisha.

Seething, Liberty drew herself up to full height, preparing a taunt for her opponent - when a blur of tanned flesh hit her hard in the chest. She hadn't expected the fierce recovery from the blonde, not after making her eat table, so the showy aerial setup caught her out completely.

Liberty was a solid fighter but she couldn't withstand taking Aisha's full-bodied leap. She crashed back hard, spine smacking down onto the unforgiving arena floor, with Aisha landing right on her.

"Shit!" was all the ex-champ could manage, instinctively bringing her hands up to defend her head, but otherwise in all kinds of trouble right now.

Not surprisingly, Liberty's soft body made for a comfortable landing, as the two of them crashed in the floor. Aisha began to feel the old, familiar feelings as the crowd roared around them, cheering her on as the brutality started to ramp. They all knew what was coming next, and they were more than eager to watch.

"What's wrong, bitch?" She sat up and reeled back her fist, getting ready to unload. "Things not going your way?"

Aisha started to unload on Liberty with a furious flurry of punches, hammering away at her guard with a barrage. The bitch was tough, she'd give her that, but the shell was going to crack, sooner or later. It was all a matter of time and patience.

Liberty looked up, cringing as Aisha straddled her. The grubby anarchist had a horrible suspicion what was coming, and had wisely moved her arms up to block, but still, she hated being forced on the defensive, even more than she dreaded the incoming pain.

True enough, Aisha began a brutal assault on Liberty's head, punch after punch after punch after punch. The first few smacked into Liberty's protective forearms, the floored girl moaning as she rolled from side to side, trying to find a way to fight back whilst simultaneously trying to defend her face.

Eventually her sore arms were knocked away, unable to keep up with Aisha's furious fists, and she immediately felt a sudden SLAM as her opponent's knuckles smashed into her face, bouncing her skull off the concrete to boot. Reeling from the blow, Liberty's guard slowly broke down. Fresh punches broke through, her face felt fists for a second time, a third, a fourth...

This was getting painful and nasty. She was already going to be left with a hell of a black eye from this. Liberty groaned and rocked from side to side, trying her best to buck Aisha off of her before her features got too tenderised.

Now this, this, was getting closer to Aisha's wheelhouse. She wailed away on Liberty with full force, slamming into her with blow after blow after hammering blow, and even though the former champ got her arms up, there was no way she could block everything that was about to get thrown her way. The Diva unloaed, and she unloaded hard.

"Come on, bitch!" She picked up the pace after Liberty's guard cracked, drilling her in the face with a couple of hard hooks. "Say something else funny? Out of jokes already?"

She landed two more shots and reeled back for a final, climatic blow, when an idea struck her and stopped her in mid-punch. The crowd was getting into the match, but were they really getting their money's worth? This was a hentai hardcore match, after all. Required a few things.

"C'mere..." She licked her lips and reached down, grabbing Liberty's dirty dishrag of a shirt. The crowd's cheers grew even louder as it became clear what she was going to do: Aisha was ripping her shirt right down the middle. "Shouldn't knock stripping too much, big girl." She grunted as she ripped away. "Might like it."

"Ungh... ungh... unghh...." Liberty's groans took on more of a rhythmic quality as Aisha hit her stride, fists slamming down with increasing success. Liberty's guard was broken, and her face wasn't doing much better, either. Her head ached as well as it repeatedly thwacked against the arena floor. Liberty's senses started to swim, she could feel lag in her reaction times, and the noise from the crowd and her taunting opponent became increasingly incoherent.

The blurry shape of Aisha above her looked like she was winding up a colossal finishing punch... Liberty cringed and brought her hands back up to her face... when she suddenly felt an unexpected hand at her chest, instead.

"Hey, wha..." she spluttered, blinking, as she looked up to see Aisha with a fistful of her torn white top. Looking down, she saw her big bare breasts exposed to the crowd.

Liberty's first thought was annoyance... fighting a hardcore match with her unrestrained chest swinging freely was going to be a bit harder than normal. Embarrassment followed soon after, both for the fact that her big boobs were likely to garner plenty of catcalls, and her torn top really showed Aisha's dominance of these opening exchanges.

Looking down at her chest, then up at the triumphant blonde, Liberty's eyes narrowed, and anger flashed across her face.

"Bitch!" she exclaimed, balling her right fist then suddenly firing it up at Aisha's chin.

As raunchy as this was, Aisha felt there was some serious strategy to ripping off Liberty's top like this. Aside for the obvious head games, she was making one more annoyance for the former champion to deal with, one distraction that could make for some interesting openings as this fight wore on.

Plus, it was kind of funny. After interrutping her intro, the bitch had a little humiliation coming.

She didn't calculate on Liberty's resilience, though. She should've, this was a hardcore vet she was dealing with, but Aisha got too wrapped up in unwrapping her clothes. She paid for it by taking one of the hardest punches she'd ever taken in her life, a Dixie Clemets-level right cross that landed hard on the jaw.

Aisha was knocked on her back as the audience broke into a mix of cheers, boos, and lewd noises, many of them not even sure how to react to what was going or who to root for or even what to root for. She rolled over to her chest as she reeled from the blow, and looked up at the ring - she needed to get in there. Whips, chains, paddels, handcuffs and a few other sexy playthings were scattered between the ropes, and she had a few ideas on how to put them to good use.

She rubbed her aching chin with one hand and grabbed the ring apron with the other, trying to pull herself inside before Liberty could stop her.