Odessa vs. Liberty II

Odessa felt Liberty shiver as those strong brown arms wrapped around her, Odessa's arms coiling around her stomach and pushing into the undersides of her breasts, and the Briton's own large orbs pressing into Liberty's back. Odessa slid her head into the crook of Liberty's neck, keeping herself very close to her foe as she tightened her grip on the grubby American woman. She could feel sticky sweat, carrying with it particles of grease and of dirt, rubbing off onto her leotard, and even rubbing off of Liberty's cheek and onto her own as their faces were pressed together.

The Briton took a breath and squeezed Liberty harder, trying to exhaust the other woman and force every little wisp of breath right out of her body. Odessa knew that executing a big move right now could decide the match. Both of them were becoming fatigued, but right now Odessa was the fresher of the two. If she gave up this opportunity, who knew what would happen from here on out? Liberty might make a rally of her own, and then she might be in a position to finish off the match with one last decisive maneuver. Odessa was not keen on letting her foe get even that close to a victory here tonight. Odessa, though she didn't characterize it as a desire for revenge, had something to prove against this former champion after what had happened in their first fight.

Odessa was not going to lose this match.

Liberty seemed to have a differing opinion, however, and a whole lot of willpower left. As Odessa began to squeeze Liberty a little harder, center herself, and begin to try to lift Liberty up, the brawler would make a lunge for the ropes. The sudden forward surge was more than Odessa could handle, as Liberty managed to drag them those couple of feet forward and wrap her hands around the ropes. Immediately, the referee called for Odessa to let go of her foe.

Odessa did as she was told, though she held out until the last reasonable second. Maybe it was for the best—if Odessa had managed to continue her suplex attempt, her arms might have given out halfway through and brought Liberty down right on top of her.

So, instead, Odessa would do something that seemed to be begging to be done: she pulled her hand back, and then swung it forward, striking Liberty with an open palm right on her big, pasty-pale ass! Even through her meager clothing, the spank should send reverberations through her whole body and leave a longlasting impression. "Now, come along, you little piggy!" Odessa would say, as she would follow up by grabbing onto Liberty's hair and giving it a sharp tug to the left.

Odessa was smiling. Oh, Liberty could’ve looked at the big screen to ensure that was true, but she hardly needed to. She could feel her heartbeat, tell from the energetic way her body was moving, and given what she knew about the Briton, it was a virtual certainty. She was on top and enjoying every minute of it.

Thank god for the ropes.

That wasn't a thought she’d ever expected to think. As a hardcore wrestler, the only time she used ropes when she was either bouncing off them or choking someone with them. She’d almost forgotten that there was an actual rule involving them, and that Odessa had to let her go now. Never had she been so happy to abide by the rules.

Her relief was short-lived, however. Odessa made sure of that with, of all things, slap to Liberty’s ass!

She let out an indignant yelp as the crack of flesh against flesh echoed all around them, and she opened her mouth to give Odessa an earful about her lascivious ways, when she remembered doing the exact same thing a moment ago. Liberty had just done it to piss Odessa, though. Odessa did it because she...just wanted to slap her ass, probably. Big difference.

”Watch the hair, watch the hair!” Liberty hissed as she was dragged back by her long, flowing hair, too off-kilter to even counterattack at the moment.

Liberty hissed and gnashed her teeth and all but plopped down on the canvas and threw a tantrum as Odessa dragged her by her hair along the side of the ring, pulling her back a couple of inches to encourage her to keep her hands away from the ropes. The referee was keeping a sharp eye on things ever since Odessa challenged Liberty to a truly fair fight, and the last thing that the ebony beauty wanted was for her foe, or anyone for that matter, to accuse her of fighting in a manner which was anything but spotless. She would drag Liberty a ways, smiling to herself all the while as she thought of how she now had complete control of the raven-haired fighter, and how Liberty had squirmed after being smacked on the ass.

She had deserved it, of course, for giving Odessa the same treatment not three minutes earlier. And Odessa did have to admit that she had enjoyed the feeling of Liberty's barely-clothed ass reverberating and bouncing after being smacked. Liberty would do herself some good to admit such things, too, rather than to try to shame Odessa for her indulgence in them. If Liberty would do so, perhaps the two of them would actually have a halfway-decent time together.

"I am watching the hair," Odessa would reply, whispering into Liberty's ear. "You have nothing to worry about, so long as you actually take care of it. I have plans for this hair of yours. Of course, if you've destroyed your roots, then we may have a problem..."

Odessa wouldn't pull Liberty along by her hair for too long. After walking a few steps to the left, Odessa would adjust her hold, trying to wrap her right arm around the front of Liberty's neck. Then, Odessa would hook a foot around Liberty's leg and fall back—hopefully, she could land on her back, while forcing Liberty into a painful, back-bending bridge-like position!

”Let go! Let go!” Liberty’s voice kept degenerating into a series of ineffectual grunts and groans, as she was clumsily led around the ring. She swore, if - when she got the chance, she was going to choke Odessa out with the very hair she seemed to like pulling. Extra irony points. ”Hair grabbing is cheating!”

Needless to say, Liberty’s protests fell on deaf ears - well, not exactly ‘deaf’. More like completely ignored. Instead, Odessa seemed more focused on what she was going to do after the match was over, as if she had the whole thing won already and she had already had her own life-sized Barbie to play with.

Liberty did wanted to call that cocky, but Odessa had been dominating the match so far. The fascination with her hair didn’t put the hardcore champion’s mind at ease, either, and she couldn’t imagine what sort of fru-fru shit was in store if she lost. Probably some kind of nasty herbal conditioner. Yuck.

”Hey, what-” Liberty was so consumed by the thought of having her hair Odessafied that she was taken off guard when the black beauty suddenly switched things up. She wrapped her arm around Liberty’s neck, which would’ve been bad enough by itself, but Odessa couldn’t just do that, could she? Nope.

Before Liberty even had a chance to break free, she was forced to flop down on her back, kept in place while Odessa clamped down around her neck. She could barely breath, couldn’t see much with her hair all over the place, but that by far wasn’t the worst part - the position Odessa had her in made her back arch, forced her breasts upward, and all she could do was flop around like a fish on the shore. Judging from the catcalls emanating from the audience, the AFW’s fabled pervert demographic was getting a real kick out of the display.

Odessa wrapped her arm around Liberty's head, capturing the raven-haired brawler in quite the uncomfortable position, even before she fell back and brought Liberty down to the mat, forcing her to arch her back by securing her hold on both the woman's head and her feet. This sort of submission hold was surely one that Liberty wasn't altogether too familiar with, and Odessa hoped further bending of her spine and her midsection—this time in the opposite direction of the earlier hold—would hasten Liberty's ultimate surrender and Odessa's victory. The ebony beauty was already beginning to feel the effects of their battle herself, and she did not want to let Liberty have too many more opportunities—if, indeed, any more opportunities at all.

Odessa had not given too much conscious thought to the fact that Liberty's considerably-sized breasts would be pushed upwards, jutting out from her chest and seemingly threatening to burst through her skimpy top, but she smiled as she realized what a bonus that was. She was half inclined to reach over with her other arm to toy with Liberty, but she decided against doing anything that might send her foe into a dangerous frenzy. Ironically, Liberty so far had styled herself as something of a prude when it came to sex.

Odessa would not try to adjust the hold or change anything. She was sure that this was really getting to Liberty, mentally and physically, and so she would keep it up, tightening her arm slightly around the woman's head, making sure that her leg was locked in place. Odessa leaned over to put her face close to Liberty's again.

"Mmm...are you quite done, darling?" she would ask, as she gave Liberty's head a small shove into the canvas. "I'm looking forward to working on that hair of yours..."

Odessa wasn’t fondling her. That was a weird positive for Liberty to be taking from the situation - she was in quite a bit of discomfort, if not outright pain, and she was almost completely wide open to a few moves she could think of, which likely meant there were twice as many than Odessa could actually punish her in. It was about the worst position a wrestle could be in, and she was stuck in it. But all things considered, she was lucky that Odessa didn’t seem intent on going the usual AFW route and making this about sex. The woman wasn’t exactly a prude, and it Liberty was convinced that Odessa wanted to do all sorts of lewd things to her if she won, but for now she was keeping her hands to herself. As much as you could in a wrestling match, anyway.

Unfortunately, that didn’t mean there weren’t little humiliations she had to deal with. Odessa wouldn’t be Odessa if she weren’t taunting her incessantly.

”Shut it!” It wasn’t much, but it was the best comeback she could muster while she was having such a hard time breathing and her body was in one of the most awkward positions imaginable. She still had some fight left, but this hold was rapidly draining it away, and she didn’t have any good ideas on how to get free.

So she’d just have to go with a bad idea, then. Her arms were still free, and she wildly swung them towards where she thought Odessa’s face was. Hardly the most sound, tactical move, but the only other options were either giving up or waiting for her opponent to just get bored with the hold. Neither of those things looked all that likely.

Odessa gave Liberty quite the looking-over, but with her hands she would hesitate for the time being. If Liberty proved to continue getting on her nerves, then maybe Odessa ought to teach her a little lesson about a very different kind of wrestling. But, as it was, Odessa wanted to win this match using her muscle and her tactical mind, rather than her feminine wiles. It was obvious that Liberty was interested in her, and it would hardly be fair to use those sorts of moves and holds against her!

She would, of course, be looking forward to seeing Liberty in the buff in her own bathroom, as she was being cleaned off for her big high-society debut...

That debut would be soon, surely, if Liberty didn't make any moves to break out of this hold! With pressure on her head and feet both contributing to an even greater pain in her midsection, the dirty little brawler must surely be feeling the strength seeping out of her with each and every passing moment. Odessa felt Liberty's body tensing and squirming, but she made no decisive attempts to break free. It was a deadly mistake on her part. Odessa kept the hold locked on, as tightly as she could, ready for when Liberty finally realized she had to get desperate.

Liberty did finally start fighting back, swinging her arms wildly towards Odessa's face. That was not going to be enough to break this hold. But, after a couple of lucky whacks that left Odessa's nose feeling numb, the Briton would be forced to lighten up on her opponent to protect against some lucky punch that knocked her senseless. She loosened her hold on Liberty's head and tried to bring an arm up to put it in between those swinging limbs and her face. With any luck, the elbow would sop up those wild but powerful blows. Even though she was giving Liberty a little more room, though, Odessa would still try to keep the overall hold in place...

What was the worst thing about this hold that Odessa had Liberty in? Oh, there were many choices. It sucked having her body on full display like she was offering it to the crowd, it sucked being bent at this weird angle, it sucked not being able to take a deep breath without inhaling whatever weird deodorant that Odessa was using. But what was really, really starting to tick Liberty off was the way those frilly white hairs kept slapping her face around. Her fellow full-bodied femme didn’t quite have as long a hair trail as she did, but it still reached down the length of her back, tickling at Liberty’s nose. It was just one more annoyance to deal with out of the growing list.

Liberty swung and swung and swung away, but it didn’t do any good when Odessa brought her arm up and started defended the wild swings. The only thing she succeeded in doing was making herself more and more tired with each passing moment, as the sweat began to build up all over her body, covering her with its slick sheen. The hardcore champion was stuck between her pride and reality - she was too headstrong to just give up, especially to Odessa, but if there was a way to get free from this she couldn’t think of it.

She was stuck. Utterly, totally, annoyingly, hopelessly stuck.

Fatigue was starting to set in. Liberty’s failing grew weaker, her body moved slower, and she was quickly turning into a muddled mess in Odessa’s grasp. Her mind wasn’t giving up, but her body was a different story. It was sagging, growing weaker, getting to the point where she couldn’t do much more than sag as she laid there. Not a good look.

Liberty kept on swinging her arm, and the blows, even when blocked by her arm, were starting to really annoy Odessa. The ebony beauty wanted them to stop, and tried to move her arm further up, to let them connect with a different part of the limb which was not already bruised by the repeated attacks. It still stung, and her hold on Liberty just loosened further. For an instant, Odessa realized that her hold had become far too loose, and feared Liberty was about to slip out and turn the tables on her.

But the raven-haired former champion was not making an escape. She was slowing down. Odessa almost could not believe it, as she felt Liberty's struggles weaken. Though her own body was aching, she would pile on the pressure as best she could, wanting to rub it in that she had complete control over Liberty. Seeking to rub it in further, she would lean in, her face as close to Liberty's as could be, and she would plant a kiss on Liberty's grubby cheek. "Ohoho, getting tired there, are we?" she would ask with taunting tones.

Of course, even if Liberty couldn't escape this hold, the match wasn't over yet. There was only one way to end the match, and Odessa would need to let Liberty out of this hold in order to do it. As the former champion seemed to tire and slow down, the British woman decided that now would be the time to act.

She would unwrap her legs from around Liberty's, and she would let Liberty's head go free. As her opponent flopped onto the canvas, Odessa would stand up, then reach down and grab onto Liberty's legs to begin hauling her over to the nearest turnbuckle. Odessa was going to arrange Liberty in just the perfect position, back against the corner, legs spread, arms draped over the lower ropes. Once she had Liberty right where she needed her, Odessa would lean in close. "Remember how you rubbed your dirty, putrid bare ass all over my face last time?" she would ask. "Sadly, I can't return the favor in full. But I'll do what I can."

She would rise back up to her full height and then twirl, doing a full supermodel strut to give herself a few feet of separation from Liberty. Then, she would grab onto the back of her leotard and pull—giving herself a wedgie, but revealing her full, round ass, every part of it but the crevice in between those cheeks, to Liberty! She then began to step back, moving that big, smooth, brown ass closer and closer to its destination!

Liberty had, no question, gone through some shit in this match. The last time she and Odessa fought, things had mostly gone her way. Despite being injured, she’d still managed to come out on top and gave her foe what she truly deserved, putting her through the paces and showing her how a real hardcore match was supposed to go down. People told her she was stupid for accepting that match, but she didn’t see it that way. She held the title. Earned it. That meant she had to fight anyone, anytime, anywhere, no matter how many broken bones her body had. She was a champion.

...of hardcore wrestling, which this match was certainly not. Maybe there was a reason her first standard match wasn’t going so well.

That thought echoed through her mind as Odessa gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she shivered at the wet touch. She wanted to bust her in the face and knock the sense out of her smart mouth, but she didn’t have the energy. She was drained. Which meant she knew exactly what was coming.

”Ugh…” She let out a long, low groan as Odessa dragged her to the corner, all while the crowd’s cheers reached a crescendo. Liberty laid back against the turnbuckle, breathing hot and heavy while her arms draped over the side - she’d been in this situation many times before, hadn’t she? Only she was the one on the floor now, watching as a big ass headed straight towards her, covering her face in shadow.

Liberty took a deep breath. She'd need it.