(Complete) Liberty v Hannah - Hardcore Title Match

Liberty was grinning broadly now, a slightly crazed look on her face as she methodically beat on Hannah's head. The blonde was looking none too healthy now.
"You're in for a world of hurt!" Liberty threatened. With her opponent badly dazed, Liberty had a little time to set up her next attack; the punk girl would grab a box of tacks from the desk stationery, and scatter them in a pile on the study floor.
Having set up an area of nasty little spikes, Liberty would grab Hannah and pull her up into the standing headscissor position, wedging the blonde's head between her thighs. The anarchist looked positively gleeful as she prepared to pick Hannah up and power-bomb her onto the pile of metal pins. She would look up and wink at the camera, showing little remorse for what she was about to do.
"This mad bitch is finished!" she announced.

Hannah had been woozy, loosing a lot of blood, but she felt that she had to continue her fight, that she had to show that she was champion for a reason. She would attempt to lift Liberty up over her shoulders and make Liberty land in the tacks. If it had worked then she would fall to her knees and would grind her forearm across Liberty's eyes for a few seconds and would stop, backing up a bit after it was done to get some of her composure back.

Liberty was readying herself to pick Hannah up for a powerbomb when, to her dismay,the blonde began to push up out of the move. The punk was shocked to find herself being lifted into the air, flipped up over Hannah's shoulders then crashing spine-first to the floor. Right into the pile of tacks she had set up!
"Ah! Ow ow ow!" Liberty was reeling from the shock of the initial impact, followed by the unpleasantness of the dozens of tiny spikes jabbing into her skin. She was in a bad position, and Hannah's attack on her face didn't help any.

Even when Hannah stepped back to recover, Liberty just seemed stunned and helpless. She'd thought the match was hers, had set up a cruelly painful finish - only to have it backfire on her! She tried to stand, but when she moved her hands to shift her weight she just put them in more tacks.
"Ow, Jesus!" she whimpered miserably as she floundered on the floor.

Hannah had looked on as Liberty had floundered on the floor, she cracked a smile. She would walk up to Liberty, and would attempt to grab Liberty's legs. If she did get a hold of her legs, she would spread her legs apart and would stomp down on Liberty's crotch. If that had worked she would place Liberty in a sharpshooter, turning her around and would bend her as much as possible. "TAP DAMNIT!"

"Ugh!" the floored Liberty cried out in pain and frustration as Hannah targeted her crotch yet again. This gave the blonde the opportunity to flip Liberty onto her front. The poor punk girl was still situated amongst the tacks, and as she was turned over more of the little spikes began to jab her stomach and breasts. They stung like hell, and she was now really regretting ever raiding the stationery drawer!

She could feel Hannah grab her legs, squatting and folding them into a sharphooter hold. The floored girl shuddered in pain as her limbs were bent, but she would grit her teeth and try to ride it out for as long as possible.

"Ah! Fuck you!" she retorted, even as she suffered down amongst the pins. Whilst the hold would normally be unbearable, Hannah's grip felt a little weak from all the hits she had taken, so Liberty thought she had a chance to survive it. She would swear and struggle as she tried to break free.

Hannah's grip was indeed weakened and wasn't at full strength, so getting her to submit would be tough under these circumstances. Feeling Liberty struggle she had tried to shift herself so she could try to make things easier for herself, but that proved to be more difficult then she had once thought. She had let go of the hold, groaning at the fact that Liberty could take that hold. She would however walk over to Liberty's head and would attempt to elbow drop the back of Liberty's head.

Liberty was pleased that she'd forced Hannah to release the hold, though the punk was a lot weaker for it. She would carefully start to try and crawl out of the pile of pins, even gingerly picking out a couple that had got stuck in her ass cheek. She only got part of the way out, though, before Hannah dropped a fiece elbow-drop to the back of her head. Liberty's skull thudded painfully against the hard floor, leaving the bigger girl dazed and helpless.

Hannah had started to believe that she would really have to start to play like a psycho now, and that was the plan. Hannah had looked down at Liberty and would stand back up, only to drop back down in an attempt to get the back of her head again. If she did connect with the elbow she would move to sit on Liberty's back and would start to pull her hair back.

Liberty was pretty dazed and unable to stop Hannah taking a seat on her back. The sharp pain of the hair-pull did a little to bite through her brain-fog, though it left her grimacing miserably.
"Ow! Ow! Get off of me!" she whined unhappily. Her long black locks were easy for Hannah to pull back, though, and the floored girl didn't have the strength to fight her predicament right now. She was also appalled at how Hannah had come back from what looked like certain defeat - for the first time, she realised she might in fact lose this fight. Liberty swallowed hard, ashen-faced, as she flailed miserably under her opponent.

Hannah would yank at Liberty's hair even harder, smiling the whole time as she felt that she had the girl. She would scoot up and would attempt to smack Liberty's head on the floor, afterwords she would go right back to pulling on the hair. "I'll get off of ya if you give up Libs!" Hannah would say with a chuckle, smacking the side of her face with her right while keeping her hair pulled with her left.