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

Okay, Liberty had managed to lift Shanari up. She did so in a manner that was going to create back problems in thirty years, but she did it. She had Shanari up and held tight, completely open to just about anything.

So. Now what?

Liberty had to think about it for a moment, but only a moment before the next logical step came into her brain.

While still holding Shanari tight, Liberty took a step back, then jumped and fell down to a kneel, driving her opponent’s tailbone down right on top of her knee for the reverse Atomic Drop - a classic.

Shanari certainly wasn't enjoying herself right now, hating both the fact that she had a good position and pin on the woman and Liberty still managed to not only power through it, but also to set her up for a nice counter. The Russian had to weaken that strength, keep working over those arms instead of wanting to show off that she was better in simple positions, and though she enjoyed herself on top of Liberty, she was about to get her punishment for it.

The Russian could only brace for what was a bout to happen as she was slammed down onto the waiting knee, causing her to tilt her head back and cry out in agony, finally releasing pure sounds of pain as the Russian sat stunned upon that knee, though she did push lightly against Liberty's chest to try and fall off that knee so she could at least have a way to roll away from her.

Liberty was hurting and multiple parts of her body were sore, enough that she was having trouble remembering how she’d messed them up. She and Shanari had put themselves through the ring, but now at the end of this long, hard fight, she was the one who currently stood tall. If she had her way, that wouldn’t be changing.

She slid Shanari off her leg and gave her one quick kick in the back, just a little something extra to pile on the pain. With that done, Liberty limped her way to the ropes and dropped down, promptly rolling her way out.

Liberty was all up for finishing the Ravager, but she wasn’t about to just let it go down with a simple move. She needed to do this in explosive fashion, and in wrestling, there were few more explosive things than…

”Table!” She called out, screaming loud and proud as she pulled the wrestling staple from underneath the ring. The crowd cheered as she started to slide it back in, looking to set up a fitting finale.

Shanari rolled onto her side once she was forced off and kicked in the back, only a small roll was performed by the Russian beauty as she laid in pain on that canvas she was familiar with by now, gritting her teeth to keep herself silent save for some hisses of pain, her eyes trying to follow Liberty's every move as she left the ring, the word that came from her opponent was enough for her to realize what was going to happen.

Off course she wasn't going to allow that, rolling further away from the place Liberty slid from and would try to slowly rise back up onto her feet to defend herself, even though she was definitely out of it for the time being and needed to both catch her breath and tend to the many annoyances she felt rushing through her body.

There were plenty of people who thought that hardcore wrestling had no finesse, no style, but Liberty was always quick to prove them wrong. In her humble opinion, there was a lot of thought and strategy that went into using the items effectively.

For instance, she could’ve set the table up anywhere in the ring, but she chose to put it in a special place. After she slid it in, she was quick to set it up in the corner, propping it up to stand against the turnbuckle, leaning at a slight angle.

Perfect. Now, she just needed her unwilling volunteer.

She turned around to see Shanari making her way up, struggling to rise. ”Hey, hornhead!” She smirked and started to make her way towards the Ravager. ”Leaving? Party’s not over yet!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Liberty bounded forward and came at Shanari with a wild left hook, looking to knock out whatever sense she had left in one, dynamic blow.

Shanari needed to do a lot of things before she could actually strike back. The first thing was to gather her wits, rubbing and squeezed her head to make sure she had one resting on her shoulders. The other was regaining her strength, the brief moment granted to her while Liberty was going for a table allowed her to at least breathe normally again and think calmly before things would reach a new tension.

She watched the table up against the corner and soon Liberty charged towards her to regain control, something Shanari needed to avoid if she wanted to last longer, seeing the left hook coming to her and quickly jumped back to make sure it whiffed, then quickly moved in to try and bury her knee as hard as possible into Liberty's gut to try and stun her for a better move!

While Liberty looked exuberant and energetic, the inside of her body was telling a different story. Bones were cracking, muscles were strained, bruises were forming. This match had taken its toll on her, perhaps even more than Shanari, and she as about ready to be done with it, so she could get back to not being in terrible pain. She would end it in style, she had to, but the main thing was ending it.

Maybe the fatigue was slowing her down too much. Maybe Shanari was just that damn good. Whatever the case, her punch wound up missing, and the price for failure was a knee to the gut, one that wound up doubling her over.

”Guh!” Liberty made a rough, gruff sound and fell to a knee from the below, wheezing and coughing along the way. She was starting to rise after another second, but it was slow going, her lumbering body running on fumes…

Even if she wanted to perform a risky move to punish this woman, it was just going to come back to haunt her. Shanari's back was killing her, limbs were tiring as time went on, not to mention she had suffered smothers that had still reeled her head. She would bring one arm around Liberty's body to keep her close, gritting her teeth as she tried to summon all the strength she had left to create a single momentum, knowing it was definitely going to hurt her as well.

Her other hand brushed against Liberty's thigh, just to steal a quick feeling before she would grasp both the woman's back and thigh, aiming to lift Liberty off her feet and rushed her straight into the table against the corner, a last charge that was planned by the tiring Russian!

Liberty would later swear that she was having an out-of-body experience.

She was above the ring, watching as her limp, hurting body was hauled up. It seemed like an impossible feat to haul her up like that, especially for Shanari - the woman was well-built, but she was no hulk, and she was hurting just as much, if not more.

Yet, by some miracle, she heft all 190 pounds of Liberty up. Lifted her sent her off fast, faster and faster, right until the inevitable crash.

The table exploded on impact, sending debris flying in every direction. The crowd cheered as the sound continued to echo around them, and there at the epicenter, Liberty laid under Shanari. Still, and almost as broken as the table itself.

To actually lift this big brute off her feet enough to slam her into the table was one thing, to actually succeed at that was something that event Shanari had little hope for! She released a sharp puff of hot air against Liberty's tummy, dropping to her knees after having broken the table with the big girl, deciding to see how far she could go with this by grasp the woman by the hair to try and force her down onto her back, letting the table pieces drop in and out of the ring, she didn't really care which.

Once she had Liberty on her back, she would turn herself around to plant her ass right down upon the girl's face, wanting to pin her shoulders down with the use of her knees and bring her hands down to grasp Liberty's breasts for ' support. ', just to try and secure her into a new pin.