Trinity Cordova vs Liberty: Hardcore Debut

Trinity was starting to get a little annoyed a Liberty's silence. She knew the woman was in pain but that didn't mean she didn't need to not talk. “You know you are one rude grimey bit….” She wouldn't be able to go ish the final word as Liberty’s bizzare cross between a slap and strike hit her cleanly in the nose. Trinity would let out a yelp of pain, taking two steps back to retreat while bringing her hands up to cover her nose.

For a few seconds Trinity didn't say or do anything, giving Liberty more time to start recovering. Eventually, Trinity remove her hands and reveals why it had taken so long to remove them. Her fingertips were covered in a thin layer of blood. Her mouth looked even worse, a steady but small trickle of blood had stemmed from her left nostril, working its way down Trinity's face at a rather slow paced and now started to drip on the floor.

“You fucking cunt!” Trinity howled in annoyance. Her nose thankfully didn't feel broken, but she has most certainly taken some damage from it. A second strike like that and she might not be so lucky next time. Eager to get revenge, Trinity charged forward, lifting her knee up and trying to strike Liberty in the abs again once more.

The audience recoiled away from the blow, gasping at the sight of it. It was hardly the most hardcore thing that had happened in this match, nothing more than a glorified slap, but the sheer surprise of it, the audacity, the shock, it all took them by surprise. Even Liberty looked on with some shock, and she was the one who’d did.

Needless to say, Trinity was less than pleased. ”Ah, fuck.”

Liberty was still trying to get up all the way when Trinity came barreling in, moving with all the subtlety of a rampaging rhino. She had just enough time to see the blood on her opponent’s lip, a sight she quite enjoyed, before a knee shot up and went deep into her stomach, folding her in half. She was just barely able to grab hold of the nearby barricade for support, and even then, it was only enough to keep her upright, leaving her wide open for whatever Trinity had coming next.

Pain. Probably more pain. Which Liberty was used to, had never had a problem taking before. But she had to admit, this rookie was bringing more than her fair share of it, showing an aggression that she hadn’t seen in the hardcore division in a long time. Funny, really - she’d wanted people like Trinity to come to the AFW, wanted more Dont-Give-A-Fuck wrestlers. Well, here one was, knocking her all around the ring with ease.

Trinity was furious. Livid. Frustrated. How dare she? How dare Liberty make Trinity bleed. That was Trinity’s job. And so far she had been doing a great job of causing Liberty to bleed. Now Liberty had done the same and drew blood with that bitch ass slap. Something like that shouldn’t have been so powerful. It should never have drew blood, and Liberty was just getting lucky.

At least she had managed to nail the bitch in the gut again. She could see the fight draining out of Liberty now. It was a matter of time now to see how long Liberty was going to resist things and stay alive for. “I am fed up of you thinking you can win…” She groaned “Just accept that I am the better fighter. You are nothing but a sweaty, bleeding, dirty, grimey bitch compared to me” While Trinity did enjoy gloating, she was enjoying it even more than what she normally did. Her debut was going according to plan and now she just had get the win.

On paper, Liberty couldn’t deny there was some sense to what Trinity was saying. The younger woman reminded her a lot of herself, back when she’d come to the AFW years ago. Young, fresh, didn’t give a fuck, ready to run over and anything and everything that got in her path.

Those were good times. Fun times. But they were a while ago, and years of hardcore wrestling took their toll. As much as she hated to say it, to even think it, Trinity had every advantage here, and it was showing.

Didn’t mean she’d be graceful about it. ”Go fuck yourself with a wooden dildo.”

She punctuated that suggestion by lurching forward and throwing a wild punch between Trinity’s legs. She’d never been a ‘Go Quietly Into That Good Night’ sort of girl.

Everything was going to plan right now. That was the motto that Trinity was currently living by. She had Liberty exhausted, beaten and hurt, and while her own spine was practically at the verge of breaking at this point, she was relatively ok. That however was all about to change when out of the blue, Liberty got her right between the legs. She should have really seen it coming. But alas, she did not and instead she let out a screech of pain as the fist dug its way between her legs.

“You fucking cow!” She screeched as she closed her legs together to try and deal with the pain, her hands shielding the affected region. Sadly it wasn't enough to dull the aching pain and crowd went wild as Trinity fell to her knees in front Liberty. They knew how bad this was. She knew how bad this was. But there was nothing she could do right now as her mind was already focused on the pain that was ripping her insides asunder.

Low blow. Not, as TV would have the world belief, the sole bane of men. Liberty had taken more than her fair share of hits to that area, in the ring and out of it, and knew too well just how effective a well-timed cunt punch could be. Good strategy.

The crowd, naturally, disagreed. Vehemently, from the sound of all the boos that went her way. For all the good it would do her, it seemed like the Trinity camp was getting larger by the second.

Liberty pushed all those thoughts aside and focused on the moment, wanting to capitalize on this opening he’d made before Trinity could recover. As personal as this was getting, a regular attack wouldn’t do. This needed a special touch.

So she reached out, grabbed Trinity by the hair and pulled their skulls together with all the force she could muster.

”FUCK!” One headbutt.

”YOUR!” Two headbutts.

”FACE!” Three, and she would flop over to her back right after, too stunned to do much in the way of followup after that.

After everything that Trinity had done, it was now all at stake. Getting knocked onto your knees like that was enough to spell doom for most weaker wrestlers. Trinity was strong enough to weather whatever Liberty was going to throw at her. Though she didn’t expect Liberty to come off so strong.

The first headbutt caused a yelp to escape Trinity’s lips. Her nose got hit again, causing a small amount of blood to trickle from her nose. It was nothing big. Trinity could survive. The second strike hurt alot more, wrecking her nose a new degree to fucked, with an extra special double dose of blood, now decorating her lower face. That only helped elicit a larger groan of pain from Trinity.

The final headbutt was the kicker, smashing her nose into a pulp, a final large explosion blood erupted from her now wrecked nostril, covering the entire of her lips and chin in red, as well as residue getting on her top and Liberty’s clothes and skin too. The blow caused a scream, a full fledged scream of pain as her face felt like it was in pieces as she fell onto her back.

Liberty seemed to be closing the gap again. Sure she had been losing most of the match, but Liberty had veterans experiences. This was by far not the worst fight she had been in no doubt. Trinity could say the same, but the effects of being new to a league, always seemed to hamper your fighting ability. Liberty didn’t have that issue, she knew what this place was like and about. And while Trinity had all the extra beginners energy she was starting to wear down.

“FUCK!” She shouted aloud, her mouth tasting the bloody residue that had formed on her lips. Laying there for a second she would eventually roll onto her stomach and start the process of climbing onto her hands and knees. Her spine resisting all the way thanks to the beating it had endured thanks to Liberty “I totally regret bandaging your fucking head. Should have left you to bleed out like a bitch”

Yeah, that was a bad idea.

Headbutting Trinity, like most of Liberty’s bad decisions, had seemed like a decent enough idea at the time of conception, sure. She wanted to hit her with something hard. Her skull was hard. Made sense.

The only problem was that headbutts, when they worked at all, tended to work best when the gap of stamina with your opponent wasn’t too large. Over the course of this battle, Liberty had taken more hits and sustained too much damage, so while Trinity came out poorly from the exchange, it was even worse for the former hardcore champ.

She came down on her back and stayed there for a time. Far too long. Her head was swimming, taking a moment to remember where she was and what she needed to do. She pieced it together soon enough, but her brain was still having trouble with the concepts, and when she tried to lift her way up, it defiantly ignored her commands.

Again, she tried to rise, but gravity was having none of it. Over and over, she started to sit up, only to plop down again. She was spent. Had never felt more drained in her entire life, she was sure of it. Too make matters worse, her skull was bleeding from the undone bandage.

”Fuck.” She gave the floor a good slap. Had to hit something. ”Fuck!”

Trinity wanted the pain in her face to stop. She also wouldn’t mind the bleeding to stop as well. While it had slowed down, it was still coming out at a pace that was annoying her, it was far too much. At least Liberty was still on the ground. Maybe she had enough too? Maybe Trinity was finally going to win. Trinity crawled over to the prone Liberty and looked down on her on her beaten body.

“Look, you have done well alright. But it clear you are old news. I was going to tell you i enjoyed the match. However with the way you just bust my nose… fuck you!”

With that Trinity would grab onto the womans throat and start to squeeze it to try an restrict the womans breathing, she tried to make it so that it was a slow and painful loss of breath rather than something more abrupt. Holding the woman there, Trinity just smirked.

“Do me a favour ya? When you wake up and you have healed from your stitches, come find me. I am nowhere near done with you bitch, just next time we fight, there ain’t gonna be a ring that is for sure!” Trinity would raise her other fist and bring it down on the grimey fighters face several times in order to try and just rack some extra damage while she still could.

Liberty was tough. She was strong. She was a former champ, she’d pretty much been a one-woman hardcore division for the longest time, and she’s mowed down so many women who’d stood in her way.

It was hard to tell that right now, though, as the life was being choked out of her and her face was being battered to pieces. She struggled and twitched about under Trinity’s grasp, giving it all the fight she had, defiant to the end...but it wasn’t enough. Against her opponent’s superior position, her strength and her youth, it was just not enough.

Kicks turned to spasms. Jerks turned to twitches. Liberty sputtered and fought for every wisp of air she could steal, but the seal was too strong, and there just wasn't enough air getting to her brain.

She was fading, the world was growing dark and quiet, her body was losing its energy. She could see Trinity’s lips moving, but she couldn’t process a thing that woman was saying. The only thing she really registered was the referee, who’d slid out of the ring and came over to them as she waved for the bell.

”Trinity, she’s out!” The referee came over and gave her a shake. ”Let go!”