Lucky Chloe vs. Liberty 'Libby' Vella - Hard Luck Women

”Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.”

That lovely sound was made by Liberty, right after Lucky Chloe said her peace. It was a harsh, grating, aggravated sort of sound, and it perfectly ecapsulated everything she was feeling at the moment.

At the one hand, she was pretty sure she hated Lucky Chloe and everything she stood for.

On the other hand, the bitch was tough. Or too stupid to know when to stay down. Either way, Liberty couldn’t deny there was some genuine hardcore talent here, but it was covered up under so much junk, it was stifling. It was like putting heart stickers over a bloody, nailed covered bat. Somethings just had no right to be.

So, the match was over, like a movie that had gone on thirty minutes too long. The only question was how Liberty wanted it to be over. If you’d asked her which way to go ten minutes ago, she would’ve said a facesit without any question. But now that she looked at her...

Weigh the options, consider the outcomes, and…

Liberty reached out, grabbed Chloe by the head, spun her about and wrapped her arms around the blonde’s head, going for solid straight sleeperhold. She kept it locked it, nice and tight, flexing to make sure it was secure. ”Just let it happen. The more you fight, the longer it’ll take.”

Lucky Chloe was making progress. She was sure of it. She was absolutely confident she was at the very least unbalancing the battle-hardened former hardcore champion as she meekly tugged and shoved at her muscled leg. Of course, whatever progress she thought she was making may have been distorted by her massive disorientation and sudden blood loss. This perhaps being one example where living in her own world was not working in her favor as the only thing she managed to do was seemingly irritate the towering Liberty, who was groaning out loud about something that Chloe hoped was her being in some form of pain before submitting.

"nnnyh..." Chloe meekly resisted the clamping hands yanking her upward and twirling her about. She gasped and sputtered with thrashing resistance as the torquing biceps of the sleeperhold began performing it's namesake. Her flailing kitty-cat paws tugging on Liberty's arms began waning over time until they limply collapsed to her side. Chloe's fluttering eyes started shutting for the night as her legs limbered up into what was a grizzly sight of a cutesy and bloodied idol hanging and being choked out before her deflated fandom. The referee rushing over and performing all the necessary checks before confirming what everyone already knew and signaling for the bell.

Lucky Chloe’s fanbase was in full revolt now, throwing all sorts of accusations her way. Calling her fat, telling her she was smelly, that she cheated, blah blah blah…

She tuned out most of it, even if a sliver of it was true. Right now, her one and only concern was making sure that Chloe made it to Dreamland. Decisively. Slowly. Safely.

Just like with everything else, the little firecracker didn’t make things easy. She fought, she squirmed, she clawed at Liberty’s arm with her not-claws, but in the end it was just a matter of time and reactions. Her brain wasn’t getting the energy it needed to keep its doors open, so…

Out.

Liberty let Chloe go the second the bell rang, letting her flop to a floor in all her pinkery. She took a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead, surprised, for a moment, that it was even there in the first place. As much as she hated to admit it, that was a hell of match, one of the better hardcore bouts she’d been through in recent memory. Maybe that was just because she was getting rusty, not up to the speed she needed to be at.

Maybe…

With a shrug, she started to make her way back up the ramp, limping every few steps. Just her and her thoughts.