Brittany Luvve Vs. "Liberty" Vella

“Ugh!!” Liberty groaned as she felt wet spit in her face, jolting her awake a little. She was dismayed at this sadistâ€s utter lack of respect, but, as she heard the match bell ringing to signal her defeat, she realised there was nothing she could do about it right now. Grimacing, she wiped the spit from her abused face, feeling utterly humiliated.

She felt her arm being grabbed and thought Brittany was taking her elbow pad as a trophy. But then the groggy punk looked up to see her trying it on and shaping up for an elbow drop.

“Oh, no…” Liberty mumbled, not wanting the pain and embarrassment of being attacked with her own weapon. It was worse than she could have imagined, though, as she took the heavy falling strike right between her spread legs.

“AHHHHH!!!” the hapless punk howled, convulsing in pain as her tender crotch was smashed hard by the brutal move. Her eyes filled with water and she clutched at her wounded womanhood, rolling onto her side and curling up into a foetal ball. The poor girl looked utterly defeated as she was left alone in the ring, crippled with pain.