SS '14 Hardcore Casino Title Match: (C)Brittany vs. Liberty

Brittany was still holding her side when Liberty made it to her feet. "You fucking bitch. I am going to take those steel toed boots and shove them up your fucking ass." Brittany said before Liberty managed to place her in the headlock. "Get the fuck off of me you fucking bitch." Brittany would say as she would punch Liberty in her side while trying to push her opponent backwards into the slots machine behind them. "I am going to shove your fucking face right through this thing." Brittany would say while she would try to shove Liberty against the machine.

Liberty just laughed as Brittany cursed her from the headlock. “Oh, I like it when you talk dirty,” she mocked, tightening her hold on the other girl, pulling her head hard against her chest.

They both struggled with each other, Liberty grunting as she was pushed and punched, but determined to hold on. She let out a cry as their bodies stumbled into the slot machine, bruising Liberty yet again. But she grimly held on to Brittanyâ€s neck.

“No! I get to decide where YOUR face goes!” she spat in response. Staggering away from the slot machine, Liberty would try and run forwards, building up some momentum while dragging Brittany behind her. If she could get some speed, she would try and jump forwards, converting the headlock into a bulldog slam.

Brittany tried to over power Liberty but it seemed like her opponent was not going to go down so easily. With some effort Liberty managed to push Brittany back before turning around and running forward with Brittany still trapped in her headlock. Brittany tried to free herself before Liberty could follow through with her attack but it was too late and Brittany's face met ground in a rather hard and brutal fashion. Brittany lay on the ground holding her face in pain as she cursed at Liberty while rolling around.

Liberty skipped up happily from the bulldog manoeuvre, admiring her handiwork as she caught her breath. Although she had suffered a couple of early hits she had proudly shown she could recover with flair. Her eyes cast around for more ways to keep the hurt on her opponent.

Immediately behind her was a large roulette table. Liberty grabbed the croupier rake and would then move to kneel on Brittanyâ€s back. If she could keep the other girl still, she would place the stick across the front of Brittanyâ€s throat and then pull back hard, throttling her with the weapon.

Brittany was still holding her face in pain when she felt Liberty kneel on her back "Get the fuck off of me." Brittany said before she felt the object press against her throat. Brittany quickly grabbed at the object that was choking her while bucking her hips to get Liberty off of her back. Brittany was not enjoying her situation as Liberty was effectively choking Brittany unconscious. Brittany decided to try and hurt Liberty by grabbing at Liberty's arms while bucking her hips to send Liberty off of her and face first into one of the machines in front of them.

Liberty gave a savage grin as she began to throttle her opponent with the stick, but her satisfaction was short-lived. She cried out in alarm as her arms were grabbed and she was toppled from her seat by her bucking opponent.

The anarchist sailed forwards toward one of the slot machines, but threw her hands out to avoid a more brutal impact. Still, Liberty had ended up kneeling and slumped against the machine, looking a lot less dominant than she had previously.

Brittany coughed a little as she got to her feet "You are fucking dead bitch." Brittany said as she grabbed the implement that was just choking her. "I am going to shove this fucking thing up your fucking ass." Brittany said as she walked up behind Liberty and raised the croupier above her head. "Die you fucking bitch." Brittany would yell out as she would swing the croupier at Liberty's ribs.

Liberty was sore and gasping for breath as she slumped forwards against the machine. Hearing Brittany threaten her again, she idly wondered if her opponent would actually be so perverse as to try and violate her. She certainly seemed pretty unstable.

“Fuck you,” Liberty sighed dismissively, but this was followed by a cry of pain as the weapon slammed into her ribs.

“Angh!!” she groaned, pressing her face into the cold metal of the slot machine, and flailing her arms to try and grab the weapon, although as she was being attacked from behind, this was more in hope than expectation.

Brittany just stood behind Liberty holding her makeshift weapon in her hand. "What is the matter bitch, done already?" Brittany said as she would move towards Liberty and slip the croupier around Liberty's neck. "I think it is time to just put you the fuck out of your misery." Brittany said as she would pull back on her weapon to begin to choke Liberty. "Now just relax and let me show the world that you are nothing more than a little bitch."

“Oh no..” gasped the reeling Liberty as she felt the weapon being threaded across her throat. She knew exactly what was coming, as she had used the same trick moments ago, and tried to brace herself for the horrible next move. It still hit her hard, though, as the stick was pulled tight across her windpipe.

“Ughh!!” she spluttered and choked as her air supply was cut off. Liberty was pissed off that her own move had been turned against her, but she had more than plagiarism to worry about right now. Lack of oxygen sent her wild-eyed in panic, her face a grimace of suffering. The kneeling girl pulled desperately on the stick to try and loosen the hold.