Odessa vs. Liberty II

Odessa watched Liberty take off all of her extra pads, those pseudo-weapons which might have spelled trouble for Odessa had Liberty still worn them for their fight. Liberty was actually going to fight fairly, which Odessa did appreciate. She was intrigued to see how her American counterpart, with her pale, slimy skin and dirty knotted hair would fight in the absence of those assets. She certainly had plenty of purely physical bodily assets to fight with—as Odessa had already observed, their bodies were very similar, each almost an exact match for the other in terms of build and overall musculature. Liberty would be fighting without her pads on—was it possible that might even be to her advantage? Would she be faster without the extra weight holding her back?

They would soon find out. Odessa smiled, did one last stretch with her arms over her head, and then exhaled. She put her fists up, ready for battle. She gazed hard across the ring at Liberty, taking in the view of the dirty woman's whole body—strong, but voluptuous and appealing.

It was time. The referee gave her signal, and the bell was rung.

Liberty took off. She was faster without the extra weight, it seemed, as she covered the distance between them in barely a second. Odessa had been preparing to circle with her foe, but now she was forced into a defensive posture, forced to backpedal to put that small strip of extra space between the two of them, giving herself just one more instant to think about what her strategy would be. Liberty did not seem to want to give her any more time than she had already had, as she would throw a sudden punch, her arm swinging through the whole arc of the blow quickly, aided by the forward motion of Liberty's body. The fist came at Odessa's face from the side, smashing into her cheek before she could deflect it. Spittle flew as Odessa's head snapped to the side. She groaned and stumbled further backwards, before planting one boot decisively on the canvas and shaking off the blow.

"Not bad..." she would say, before leaping forward herself, trying to surprise Liberty by going from defense to offense so abruptly. She would then swing at Liberty with a punch of her own, trying to nail the grubby woman in her chin with a hard rising right hook!

Bullseye.

The crowd - the part of it that was on Liberty’s side, anyway - shouted their approval as her punch connected, and she shared in their satisfaction - she’d almost forgotten how good it felt to hit this smug, self-righteous prima donna in the face. But the old feelings were returning quick, and she was looking forward to more and more.

There was such a thing as being too eager, though, and Liberty found that out the hard way. As Odessa stumbled back, she charged forward, readying her other fist to take advantage, reeling back for another punch. She’d thought her opponent was open for it. She was wrong. The vicious hook across her face was proof of that.

”Guh!” Whoever it was that taught Odessa how to throw a punch, they’d done a good job. The blow took her off guard and made Liberty spin around as she stumbled back, giving up some precious ground in the process. When she turned back, though, her eyes were fiery as ever, a sure sign that she planned to pay Odessa back for each and every blow she took in this match. The princess had asked for this, after all, and she was going to get what she wanted. In spades.

Liberty stormed forward again, this time bringing her arms up to force Odessa into a lockup. This wasn’t some gentleman’s test of strength, though. The former hardcore champion put real force and ferocity into this, trying to force Odessa back into the corner so she could really start to work her over.

Odessa's punch found its target, her knuckles smashing into Liberty's chin and rattling her jaw. The punch sent the black-haired girl spinning backward, paying dearly for her arrogance, for thinking that she would be able to slap Odessa around that easily. Odessa was going to return everything that Liberty gave her, with interest—and then add on a little more that was all her own besides.

She was not going to make the same mistake that Liberty made, thinking that her opponent was so hurt by her punch that she would be an easy target. Odessa did move forward, but she did so cautiously, shuffling forward with her feet spread out wide enough to keep her balance, and with her fists up in front of her face to protect herself. Her caution was well warranted, as Liberty immediately wanted revenge. She turned back around and her eyes betrayed just how angry she was after taking that hit. Odessa would smirk and practically beg for Liberty to come at her. And Liberty did.

The woman charged forward and ran into Odessa like a freight train, her hands raised for a lockup. Odessa obliged her and would raise her hands, intertwining her fingers with Liberty's, and would push forward hard, trying to counteract the force of Liberty's charge. Though their strength was near equal, Liberty's run up to the lockup gave her a small advantage. Odessa was quickly forced back, backpedaling three or four paces before she was able to plant one foot further back and slow Liberty down. They grinded to a halt, but Odessa had already lost quite a lot of ground.

She might have tried to bully her way forward in the lockup, but Odessa suspected that Liberty had something else in mind, and that this was no test of strength between rivals. Either Liberty would push her back into the corner—which seemed like a distinct possibility—or she would break the lockup in some other way that was advantageous to her.

Odessa intended to do that first.

She would suddenly throw her head forward, trying to smash the thickest part of her skull into Liberty's face, hoping that a headbutt would give her enough of an advantage to either push Liberty down or throw her backwards!

The twin titanesses met in the middle of the middle of the ring, clashing in a colossal crash of flesh and bone. The referee barely had time to get out of the way in time as Odessa was forced back, and Liberty cherished every little stepped she forced the Britain to take. ”Yeah, that’s right.” A wild smirk sparked up as she gained another step from the crazy lockup. ”Biting off a little more than you can-”

She was cut off in mid-taunt, as Odessa ground her charge to a dead halt. Liberty tried to tap a little deeper in the well, but it was a no-go. If there was any way to determine which of the two was stronger, they wouldn’t find out like this.

As the jockeyed for position, Liberty realized that Odessa probably wouldn't be content just to thrown down. She’d try something fancy, look to break out of the deadlock and take advantage.

Not if Liberty did it first.

She reared back, then threw her head forward with a swift but strong headbutt...right as Odessa did the exact same thing. Great minds think alike.

The sound of two coconuts colliding rang out from the impact, and stars immediately filled Liberty’s vision as she staggered away once more. She went back a couple of steps before she had to drop down to one knee, trying to get all the cobwebs off. ”Maybe not the best idea, okay…”

Odessa knew that Liberty was going to try to gain the advantage in this lockup, whether through underhanded means or through legitimate ones. The ebony beauty knew that she had to act first, and that she had to act now, or else her opponent would get a leg up on her. Odessa pulled her head back and then threw it forward, aiming the crown of her skull for the more sensitive bits of Liberty's face, intending for the headbutt to really mess Liberty up and have her seeing stars.

It worked perfectly.

There was one major pitfall, of course, and that was that Liberty somehow got the same idea into her head as Odessa. The result? Two powerful women, each swinging her head forward at maximum velocity, expecting a collision that would crush her opponent's nose and maybe give her a black eye. Each expected the other would drop down onto her ass, stunned and immobile, ready to be abused at one's leisure. Neither seemed to expect a mutually destructive smack, a sound that was halfway between a bonk and a crunch, and sudden, shooting, white-hot pain in her own skull.

Odessa let go of Liberty and staggered backwards, her body temporarily ragdolling as she was forced to fall onto one knee, panting and pawing at her face with one hand. Her temples felt as though each had a knife shoved into it. Her whole forehead felt as if it were splintering apart. She felt pain all the way from the top of her skull to the base of her neck following that impact, and she couldn't see anything except stars for several seconds. She shook her head, trying to dispel those phantom shapes, trying to shake away the mental cobwebs and get back into fighting shape.

She heard Liberty mumbling, just a few feet away, and for once the two of them agreed on something. "No, not the best idea at all," Odessa would say, as she would begin to try to push herself back up onto her feet. It would take her some time to find her balance, but she wanted to be the first fighter to manage to rise back up to her full height. "Don't...don't you try anything like that again."

After Odess and Liberty’s literal meeting of the minds, the referee found herself standing between the two stunned beauties. She looked left. She looked right. She looked left again. She looked right again. She sighed. ”Really?”

The crowd’s sentiments were about the same, as they broke into a mixture of appreciative claps, confused murmurs, and tepid giggles. Liberty wasn’t all that amused. Maybe she would be in two or three hours, when she watched the highlights later on - while she was shaving Odessa’s hair into a mohawk, natch - but for now? At this particular moment she was just really pissed.

"Cripes." She rubbed the spot on her head where a lump was already forming, as she started to pick herself back up. ”I make no promises.” That was what Liberty said on the outside. Inside, she completely agreed, but she was never going to give Odessa the satisfaction of knowing they were on the same page with anything. Ever. Besides, she had far more painful things to give her rival, instead.

Odessa was getting up a bit faster than her, not something Liberty wanted to allow. So she didn’t - instead of standing all the way up, she got about halfway, then dashed forward with a sloppy charge, like a rhino barreling towards his target, hair flailing spastically behind her. She stayed low and tried to tackle Odessa, aiming to ram her shoulder right into the princess’ deceptively solid stomach.

The crowd and the referee seemed almost as stunned by the destructive simultaneous headbutts as the two wrestlers themselves were. It wasn't every day that two strong women just smashed their skulls into each other as hard as they possibly could, and the effects were considerable on each of them. Had one escaped with a slightly less serious case of head trauma than the other, she might have gone on to win the fight rather handily, for the both of them were effectively immobilized and defenseless for a long, long minute. Finally, though, the fight was getting underway again. Odessa made her quip and Liberty squawked like a petulant child, refusing to be in agreement with Odessa on anything.

Odessa was getting up to her feet faster, and she knew it. It was a psychological advantage and a tactical one, as she would be able to get the jump on Liberty. But she underestimated her opponent's tenacity. Liberty was not going to allow herself to be vulnerable for even a second. As soon as she could, she charged at Odessa. She was not fully up on her feet. She came at an awkward, stumbling, and yet quite fast pace. But she took Odessa by surprise, and tackled the ebony beauty, arms wrapping around the Briton's hips, and her shoulder driving into Odessa's toned stomach.

"Guhh!" Odessa would exhale forcefully, as she was driven stumbling backwards, losing her balance again and falling down onto her back, this time with Liberty on top of her. Odessa knew that that was a very dangerous situation. It was by no means a situation that she could afford to be in, knowing that her opponent could do all manner of unspeakable things to her should she remain on top.

Odessa would lift her leg with sudden speed, trying to smash her boot into Liberty's stomach. She hoped that would be enough to slow Liberty down. She hoped that she could force the woman off of her, or, at least, find a way to wriggle out from underneath her!

Aaaaaaaaaaand Liberty could feel a raging migraine come on, probably the sign of a mild concussion. Lovely. Just lovely. Aspirins were in her future.

She grit her teeth down hard and beared it as she resumed her assault of Odessa, heading towards her dark-skinned opponent with all the grace of a derailed freight train. Not exactly the excellence of execution, but that was Liberty’s style all over - rough, but she got the job done. Her blow found her mark, sending her shoulder deep into Odessa’s gut and getting a very satisfying sound of perturbed pain for her efforts. ”Gotcha!”

Down Odessa went, with a little over 170 pounds of pissed off, busty, brawling Italian crashing down on top of her. Liberty remembered the stipulations for the match and immediately started to move forward, hoping to end this early and show everyone who was really the baddest bitch in this ring. The only thing better than beating Odessa would be doing it in a snap.

It was a good idea in theory, but Odessa’s foot wrecked it all to hell. It hit her solar plexus, dead center, rearranged her organs, and even a hardcore veteran like Liberty couldn’t ignore that sort of pain. She let out a breathless gasp and fell on her butt, with both arms wrapped around her gut and her eyes scrunched up.

Odessa's head started to feel slightly better, the cobwebs clearing from her vision and her mind, allowing her to see and think clearly once again, but the ringing and that deep, grinding, stabbing pain would not go away. She knew that she would need to be checked for a concussion after this fight, too. Right now, she could not afford to focus on that, because Liberty was angry, and the dirty black-haired wrestler was barrelling towards her like some enraged, dirty animal! Odessa was hit with a shoulder in the stomach and was knocked backwards, landing on her ass and then falling down onto her back. Not a good spot to be in when one's opponent was perfectly capable of beating one to a pulp and then shoving her filthy, putrid-smelling ass into one's bloodied face.

Odessa had to do something, and so she would kick upwards, as hard as she could, hoping that her booted foot would find a good, soft target somewhere in the vicinity of Liberty's gut. It did. Odessa's boot drove straight up into Liberty's solar plexus, punching deep into the raven-haired fighter's stomach, practically allowing Odessa to feel the other woman's internal organs, or so it seemed to the Briton! Liberty fell off of Odessa, landing on her ass, her arms clutching at her precious, abused tummy, and her eyes scrunched up, looking as though she was holding back tears. Odessa, still hurting from that shoulder, took a few seconds to roll up onto her knees. But, once she was up, she didn't want to waste any more time.

"Poor Libby! I almost want to sit down on your face right this very second..." Odessa would say, taunting her foe. "I suppose, however, that I should prove to you that I am beyond a shadow of a doubt the superior fighter, and eliminate any hope you had of resisting me before I suffocate you..."

Odessa would knee-walk over to Liberty and then grab onto her opponent's legs. She would cross them over each other, then place one of her own legs in front of them. If she could do that much, her next move would be to reach forward, trying to grab Liberty by the hair and pull her upper body forward, hoping to compress those internal organs some more as she would try to put a headlock on Liberty and fully establish a triangle leglock on the dirty woman!

It wasn’t just the kick itself that sapped the life out of Liberty. Though, wow, Odessa could put some force into those svelte legs of hers, reminding everyone that she create some impact when she wanted to. On her lonesome, the kick would’ve been enough to bring the former - in her mind, rightful - hardcore champion to her knees, but the way she’d jumped into it just made the hit hurt so much more damage. Liberty could’ve recovered with a few seconds, but it didn’t seem like she’d get it. Odessa was coming in for the kill...after she got some taunts in.

”Shut your face…” Liberty grunted and started to sit up when she felt Odessa’s immaculate hands on her legs. She figured her opponent was trying to pull her back set her up for something bigger, but when Odessa started crossing her legs and locking them, that was when she realized that something a little more intricate was about to happen. And, likely, more painful. ”Wait, what are you-”

Liberty started to sit up, trying to stop whatever Odessa had in mind, but that turned out to be the exact wrong thing to do. she wound up going right into a headlock, and a nasty one at that. Caught at the legs, caught at the head, and bent in the middle. Quite a lot of pain to go around.

She let out a stifled groan as the referee dropped down on her knees beside them, on the lookout for any signs of a tap. That wasn’t going to happen as long as Liberty had any breath in her body, but that didn’t mean she was getting out anytime soon, either. For the moment, all she could do was madly struggle in the Briton’s grasp, futily trying to wriggle her way out.