Ranka Shumisen Vs. Liberty Vella: Hardcore match!

The redhead cursed out as she looked up on Liberty, seeing the woman raise her arms up into the air like that. She wouldn't allow Liberty to just do as she pleased. Quickly trying to catch that double axe handle blow with both of her hands before it made contact with her chest, looking to grab the woman's hand by the wrists in mid swing.

" Kh...you better watch yourself..." Ranka let out as she would try and buck up her hips, looking to try and throw Liberty off of her and attempt to create a little bit of distance between the two of them. Shaking her head as she did. The former Hardcore champion was without a doubt a very tough opponent, and one that would most likely not be going down easily...this was pretty much what she had been looking for after all, it seemed as if AFW did have something to offer her.

Liberty direly wanted to drop that axe handle on Ranka’s chest, maybe even end this thing here and now. She liked her fights long and hard, but she wasn’t about to say no to a quick win, either. She was looking to make an impression in the hardcore division, and there weren’t many better ways to do that than by getting in a fast victory.

Ranka had other plans, though. Plans that involved bucking and sending Liberty falling forward. Annoying plans.

She rolled away and got back to her feet, clearly irritated by the lost position. But Liberty wasn’t about to be deterred by that little setback. Not when there were still so many party favors left to use.

Reaching under the ring, Liberty found an interesting little something the stage crew left behind: light bulbs. A box full of them, too. They wouldn’t be enough to win the match with, but they did give the hardcore champion a nasty idea.

Liberty licked her lips, opened the box, and started throwing lightbulbs Ranka’s way, one after the other, pelting her at long distance! Fun as hell, and if she managed to hit her opponent a few times, she might get some good damage off of it.

Besides, she didn’t consider a hardcore match official until property damage occurred.

Ranka soon after throwing Liberty off of her started to move up towards her feet again, shaking her head a bit as she got up to a full stand and then shake her head a bit. She wasn't exactly in the mood to play any more games so when she saw Liberty start to rummage around underneath the ring she was just about read to move up and try and snap that head clean off of Liberty's shoulders.

However, as she attempted to get closer to the raven haired woman she instead got a taste of lightbulbs crashing into her. Glass shattering as it hit Ranka, over and over those lightbulbs flew towards her. " Ahgh!" The Japanese woman shouted out as she staggered back a few steps. The glass that broke apart with the lighbulbs crashing into her dug into her skin...

Truth told, Liberty had shitty aim. Most of the audience members ducked when she started throwing the bulbs, taking cover behind the barricades, and they were wise to. More than a few of her bulbs missed the mark and flew out into the crowd, ensuring that there would be a couple of lawsuits in the company’s future.

That thought put a smile on her face, but not as much as seeing Ranka stunned and wide open. Knowing a good opportunity when she saw one, the former champion rushed in with her arm out and swung it full force towards Ranka’s face, looking to clobber her with a powerful lariat and lay her ass out.

Ranka shielded her face with her arms as lighbulb after lightbulb came flying towards her, she grit her teeth and rasped out a few curses in annoyance as she clearly not very happy with this situation. The redheaded fighter though soon saw the former hardcore champion rush towards her....she braced herself and waited for an opportune moment.

Which came as Liberty came in with that lariat, looking to duck underneath it and try to spin around. Looking to wrap her arms around the bigger woman and with a heavy heave attempting to lift the raven haired hardcore wrestler in an attempt to throw her back with a painful german suplex on the barley padded floor outside of the ring!

Momentum could be a great thing.

For instance, it aided Liberty as she charged forward, picking up incredible steam with every step. She’d often been described as a runaway frieght train, and while some people saw that as a negative, she could see the benefits. She was good at plowing over anyone stupid enough to stand in her path when she came barreling their way.

Momentum could be a bitch, too.

That same forward force was what made it difficult for her to turn around after she missed the lariat, and gave Ranka all the window she needed to slip back into the match. Before she could react, an arm was going around her waist, the world was upside, and things became a lot more painful.

Liberty hit hard, right on the small of her back, letting out a sharp shriek with the impact. From there, she simply rolled over to her chest and laid on the mat, still and unmoving.

Ranka grit her teeth as she drove Liberty down neck and shoulders first into the barley padded floor for a nasty german suplex. The crowd even felt sympathetic for the former hardcore champion as a German Suplex could be a nasty move to take in the ring, but outside of the ring it was usually pretty devastating. 

The Redhead though had finally found her stride again, she pushed up to her feet, rubbing her arms to try and slide off any shards of glass from them. Wincing out in pain from the sensation as small red dots started to form along her arms. " Ugh...sonuvabitch.." Ranka let out, as she'd try to reach down for a handful of the woman's hair and look to pull her along, trying to drag the big girl by her hair. 

Attempting to force Liberty's face to be were a good deal of the broken glass from the lightbulbs were. The nasty mind of Ranka decided to try and drop her face down into those shards and then press her boot down against the back of Liberty's head, looking to rub her boot down and press Liberty's face right down onto those shards of glass.

Liberty’s long hair was both a blessing and a curse. It was long and lustrous, beautiful and bountiful, and it made for a nice choking weapon in a pinch. She saved a ton of money on hair care products, too.

On the negative side, though, it could be used as a convenient handhold for any bitch that wanted to drag her along unwillingly, just like Ranka was currently doing.

Liberty was hurting and groggy, but few things woke you up like having your hair yanked, particularly when it went along with being dragged along in glass. The shards cut and sliced at her skin, each one leaving a bloody gash, but that was nothing compared to what came next.

Liberty wasn’t a screamer, but even she couldn’t help but shriek when Ranka started pressing her face into the glass. She managed to turn her head enough to keep her eyes safe, but that was all she could do as the shards cut deep into her skin. Oh, and did she have some choice words for Ranka.

”Gah, fucking bitch!” She roared and pounded her fists against the floor. ”Get the fuck off! Fuck!”

Ranka was paying Liberty back...in her mind at least. She was giving the former hardcore champion a taste of her own medicine right here and now. By pushing that face right into the glass and grinding her foot down onto that black head of hair.

It seemed as if Liberty didn't take a liking to it, but why the fuck would Ranka care ? The redhead was only looking to take the pain to Libby right now and she decided to do so as thoroughly as she could! After a few seconds the redhead would pull back her feet and try to reach down to grab onto that hair of Liberty yet again.

Trying to pull Liberty up to her feet so that she could attempt to fire off a strong right into Liberty's chest, followed by a left to the side of the former Hardcore Champions head...before trying to drive her knee up into her stomach to try and double her over!

Liberty was starting to get the feeling that Ranka didn’t like her. Which was fine, since Liberty didn’t like her, either. She found it hard to get along with people who’d stomp her face into glass, for some reason.

She didn’t have to endure the glass for much longer, though bits of it were stuck in her cheek as she was pulled up. Gritting her teeth and groaning all the way, Ranka got her up and standing after a moment. Apparently, she needed a punching bag, and Liberty had been volunteered.

The right landed on one of Liberty’s breasts. Didn’t have that much, though that area was feeling a bit numb.

The left, though...she felt that. Right on the bad, cheek, digging the shards in even deeper. It nearly spun her all the way around, just like that.

The knee found its target a second later, leaving Liberty folded up as she stumbled back, going all the way until she found herself leaning against the announce table.

Hurting all over, still too dazed to fight back, Liberty did manage a little defiance, as she spat blood onto Ranka’s show. Small payback, but she’d take what she could get.