SS '14 Hardcore Casino Title Match: (C)Brittany vs. Liberty

Syd's smile couldn't have got any bigger. She grinned crazily as she paced around the fallen anarchist, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. She giggled, a funny, quirky sound that meant danger.

"Syd," she said, and picked up Liberty's ankles. "Sydney, Anastasia, Vasquez. That's ah-na-stah-see-ah, Vasquez. Think you can remember that? Let's make sure."

She lifted Liberty's ankles high and split her legs apart, leaving her terribly vulnerable. She looked down at the white underwear that showed from under the girl's black skirt, covered partly by her grasping hand. That didn't make any difference. It just meant she might lose a few knuckles, along with...

Syd jumped, and cruelly brought brought her knee down to crush Liberty's crotch.

The floored hardcore champ gave a nasal groan as she lay struggling on the carpet. She was dimly aware of her attacker stalking around her, laughing with sadistic menace. Liberty felt hate in her gut, hate for whoever this psycho was.

As her ankles were grabbed, she was at least enlightened as to the girlâ€s identity. A lot of names, she thought. Pretentious-sounding. Probably moneyed. Libertyâ€s hate intensified, but that soon turned to dread as her legs were spread high and wide. It was obvious to all what Sydâ€s intention was. It was going to be deeply unpleasant.

Libertyâ€s dark, unfocused scowl changed to an expression of pure panic, her big grey eyes opening to their widest.

“No!!” she spluttered, holding her hands out in a begging motion. Aside from moving her fingers out of the firing line, though, this plea achieved nothing.

The knee slammed into her exposed crotch with all the force of a jumping drop behind it. Poor Libertyâ€s sex was hit hard by the ruthless blow. It was already sore and tender from the previous attacks, which made this all the more brutal.

“AAGH!” she gave a short, sharp scream as she convulsed with the impact. Even though her cry was short, her mouth stayed wide open as she grimaced in agony. The deep pain between her legs spread to her stomach, and she felt sick with the pain. Crowd members winced in sympathy. The unfortunate Liberty lay shuddering on the floor, unable to speak as she struggled to deal with her fiercely aching groin.

"Aaaah, hahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!" Syd cackled delightedly. She took a step back from her poor victim and bent with the force of her laughter, knees together. With a happy little wiggle, she pranced up to Liberty and leaned to to see her face.

"What's my name again?" She picked up the girl's ankles again and split her legs apart. "The whoooole thing, what is it?" She picked up one foot, and it hung menacingly in the air above Liberty's battered crotch.

Liberty shook miserably, her whole body tense, as she lay listening to her attackerâ€s laugher. This white-haired girl was doing a good impression of being on the deranged side. Maybe it was true, maybe it was just an act. As she bent over her, Liberty caught her gaze, looking into those red eyes. The floored fighter scowled, too hurt to speak, but unable to hide her contempt for this sadist.

To Libertyâ€s chagrin, the punk would visibly twitch in fear as her legs were grabbed yet again. She hated showing weakness in a fight, but she was also starting to get seriously worried about the damage being done between her legs. Her enemy knew it, too, goading her as that boot hung over her crotch. Liberty winced in anticipation, almost able to feel the next cruel blow.

She swallowed hard as she tried to find her voice. “Unhh… itâ€s… uhh…” she spluttered, stalling, obviously needing the recovery time. “Itâ€s… S-ss… stupid cheating bitch!!” she spat bitterly, with as much defiance as she could muster. Liberty was nothing if not stubborn… and short-sighted.

"Awwwwwwww..." Syd t
pouted, and tilted her head at Liberty. She put her foot back on the floor, harmlessly, and the anarchist's girl parts were safe.

...For a second, and then Syd kicked the toes of her other boot straight into Liberty's pussy. A long stream of crazy, goofy giggles burbled out of her as she fought to keep hold of Liberty's ankles.

"Allie! Look! Look at her face, it's hilarious!" She called excitedly to her manager. She switched hands and turned so that she straddled Liberty, and then sat down on her face, pulling her legs back to spread her out like a wishbone. "C'mon, you try!"

After insulting her attacker, Liberty tried to hold Sydâ€s gaze. She wanted the white-haired girl to remember that she *was* a cheater, and that if it hadnâ€t been for an ambush after an already exhausting match, it would instead be Syd on the receiving end of a beating. But of course it wasnâ€t, and Liberty braced herself for the pain… which didnâ€t seem to come as Syd lowered her boot. Liberty sighed in relief and visibly relaxed…

…only to be punished for that mistake by an unexpected crotch kick. “UNGHHHFFFUCKKK!!” she screeched, convulsing in pain, her hands clawing at the casino floor as she tried to cope with the damage to her crotch. Her eyes watered and her body writhed, although she was far too drained to kick free of Sydâ€s grasp.

Unsuspecting Liberty lay helpless as Syd turned around. She groggily looked up, shocked to see the sadist shaping to sit down on her face!

“Noo…” she groaned weakly, cringing at this horrible position, before Sydâ€s rear pinned her head to the floor. A facesit was never good news, but it was especially uncomfortable for the roughed-up Liberty, her bruised features hurting as her foeâ€s weight pressed down on them.

She quivered in pain as her legs were pulled wide apart, causing yet more damage to her abused groin. Liberty was in a hopeless predicament now - face sat on, arms pinned, legs painfully splayed. Suffering hellishly, all she could do was wait in dreadful, torturous anticipation and see just how badly she was going to be double teamed.

"Hey. Shut up." Allie said and whacked Brittany again. "Shouldn't you just be lucky that you get to look at me?" Allie winked at Brittany and shook her body so her tits jiggled enticingly. "Or watch the fun over there?" She pointed as Syd messed around with Liberty and cruelly demolished the anarchist's groin. "Instead of having her over here?"

Allie looked at Syd. The girl was in her element. She was just like a little kid at the playground, playing with all the other kids. A soft blush came over Allie's cheeks. She felt like a proud mother.

Allie snapped out of her thoughts when Syd called her. What a raunchy position she had Liberty in! Allie blushed again.

"Cooooomiiiin~" She chirped. She looked down at Brittany and pulled the croupier rake up above her head as high as she could. "Hey, you stay PUT!" With an unladylike grunt, she swung the rake down as hard as she could to try and knock Brittany out while she ran over to play with Syd and Liberty.

She skipped over and looked at Syd as she stood in front of Liberty. She used the croupier rake to lift up Liberty's skirt and look at her panties. Her lip curled into a sneer of disgust and she stuck out her tongue, making a gagging motion. "Yuck! She's totally groady. Take a bath sometime, you nasty bitch!"

Allie then took a step back and approximated a golfer's stance with the croupier rake. "Like this?' She asked, not waiting for an answer as she took a step forward and arced the curve of the rake into Liberty's crotch.

"Fooooooooooooore! Eheheh!"

Brittany glared at Allie "I am going to break you in fucking two, you fucking bitch." Brittany said as she Allie taunted her. When Brittany saw Allie raise her rake Brittany's eyes widened "Don't you fucking....." Brittany never got to finish her sentance as Allie knocked the Viper out with the strong blow to her already injured head.

Poor Liberty quivered as she felt Allie use the rake to hike up her skirt. She was in a ridiculously vulnerable position and could do nothing to defend herself. The punk girl had originally hoped that these interlopers were here to settle some grudge with Brittany, but it seemed like they were going to concentrate on her for now.

With her face trapped under Sydâ€s butt, she couldnâ€t see Allie shaping up for the attack, although she knew it was coming and cringed inwardly with fear. When the swinging rake did connect with her crotch, it was more painful than Liberty could possibly imagine.

The wooden handle whacked into her exposed groin with astonishing force. The sensitive nerve endings in her sex, already battered and raw, were suddenly gripped with excruciating pain. Libertyâ€s whole body spasmed in agony; she would have lifted her head and screamed, but the facesit pin prevented it. Instead, she gave a frantic, muffled groan from underneath Syd, her fingers digging into her palms as she tried to cope with the pain.

The hardcore champ was really regretting bringing that croupier rake into the fight! The awful throbbing between her legs wasnâ€t going away. Anguished Liberty felt leaden and weak and she didnâ€t know how much more of this she could take. It was going to take a long time to recover from this already, and her cruel attackers seemed keen to continue the abuse.

Syd beamed excitedly at Allie. She felt something like pride, eating her little manager brutalize the newly crowned and utterly helpless hardcore champ.

She slid off of Liberty, and grabbed her by the mouth. She stuffed both hands inside and pried her jaw apart like she wanted to rip it off. She wanted to hear her scream.

"What's wrong, hardcore champ? Were we too hard on you?" Another stream of funny giggling. She spotted the belt on the floor not far away and went to grab it. "You want this? Here..." She pushed the belt with the metal side into Liberty's face, and then quickly stood up and viciously stomped on it, and on Liberty's head.

Once wasn't enough, it turned out, and she kept stomping like she was completely out of control, grinning and giggling and glaring at the fallen girl.