Liberty vs Aisha

Liberty's frustration at the company, frustration at losing her title belt, frustration at the damn economy flight back to Japan... poor Aisha was bearing the brunt of more than a few things that weren't her fault, as Liberty gave the hapless dancer a horrible, heavy, prolonged skunkface. She found it SUCH a good stress relief, made all the more delicious by the diva's high profile. After the dancer's expansive entrance, she was looking far less glamourous now! The contrast between the blonde diva and the dirty black-haired punk could scarecely be more pronounced.

Neither empathy nor moderation were Liberty's strong points, and she would have kept up the toxic smother, were it not for the belated intervention of the ref.

"Aww, you think she's had enough? Hahaha" Liberty cackled gleefully as she saw the signal. It was hardly the most hardcore of endings, but in its own way, it had been pretty brutal! Liberty skipped forwards, quickly hiking up her panties to cover her paint-splattered backside, and folded down her leather skirt. Aside from her missing top and rapidly blackening eyes, she almost looked presentable... at least, compared to the green mess of Aisha that was left strapped to the turnbuckle.

Liberty raised a triumphant fist, grinning as she looked back at her opponent. A tiny voice at the back of her mind said that maybe she had been a bit harsh, that Aisha had some steel and had been a decent harcore opponent. Liberty, though, was energised by her win, and never listened to that sensible little voice anyway. She was gonna gloat.

"See what happens when you try and add sparkle to a hardcore match? Not looking so pretty now, huh?" Liberty sniggered. Christ, you could even see a general ass-shaped pattern smeared onto Aisha's face. It was just too funny, Liberty holding her mouth then turning away.

"I'M BACK, BITCHES!"

The topless girl gave a final roar of triumph and marched proudly toward the exit.

Liberty wins by KO