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

Allie Parker had been watching the match from the audience. Her arms were crossed under her chest and she looked bored. "These are supposed to be the toughest bitches in this league. I can't believe that blonde skank almost made Taylor retire. We're gonna own this league, Syd. In no time flat."

Allie winked at her more serious compatriot and nudged her in the side with a playful elbow. "Time for us to make our grand entrance! You'll know when it's your cue."

The red head flipped the microphone she had in one hand on and stepped towards the cheering champion. She was dressed in a white sleeveless collared shirt with a yellow zipped vest over it. A swishing slate pleated skirt with a red scarf to complete her semi school girl look. Her blue eyes sparked as she marched towards Liberty.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" She cheered, skipping up to Liberty and handing the girl her title belt. She had snatched it up on her way to the new champion. "Congratulations! That sure was a tough fight! Let me be the first to give you your accolades!" Allie turned to the camera when she said her name. She knew where they were. "My name is Allie Parker! I'm new to the company. Actually, I'm a manager." She said, looking at Liberty as if she may have been interested in taking the champion under her wing.

The red head cheerfully stuck out her hand for the grungy communist.

Syd didn't say anything. Her attention was elsewhere, and Allie talked too much.

Her fists opened and closed in anticipation as she watched the ugly chick break the snake one's skull. She was probably dead. That made Syd's job easier, and she grabbed the nearby croupier rake that she had chosen to help make her first impression. It was long and metal, like a golf club, with a fat wooden handle at one end and a perpendicular rake at the other. She held it by the rake-end.

She crept through a row of slot machines, gaining speed as she drew closer. Allie was talking to the ugly one. She rounded a corner and had a clear path to Liberty from behind, and broke into a run. She made her approach and took the world's most aggressive golf swing, the metal shaft whistling through the air as she whipped it up between Liberty's legs, until the fat wooden handle slammed into the unsuspecting girl's crotch.

Liberty spent a few long moments waving to the fans and drinking in the applause. The anarchist wrestler would always maintain that she fought for a cause, and that she wasnâ€t interested in rewards or adoration… but she seemed pretty pleased all the same. The allure of a whole arena cheering for her was hard to ignore; the grinning Liberty allowed herself to enjoy it, deciding to justify it as a pleasant bonus to winning the fight.

She glanced down at Brittanyâ€s fallen form. Liberty wondered for a moment if she should continue to attack the loathsome lizard girl… a simple pinfall hardly seemed like ample punishment for her horrible foe. The black-haired wrestler wasnâ€t a natural sadist, but she knew Brittany would have been more than happy to torture her if the tables were turned, and Liberty did enjoy meting out justice…

The grubby punk was deliberating on what to do with Brittany, when she was suddenly distracted by a new entrant to the casino. She was slightly taken aback by Allieâ€s well-groomed visage, dumbly accepting the belt that was offered to her. Was this some AFW employee? This didnâ€t seem right…

Liberty listened as the girl introduced herself. When she offered her hand, Liberty instinctively began to reach out and politely shake it… but her arm paused in mid-air as her mind began to process the situation.

“Hi, I…wait, what? A manager?” Liberty frowned. She slowly closed the fingers of her outstretched hand, balling them into a fist. Her face darkened. “You come here to profit from my success?” she said accusingly.

She thought she understood now, and there was a knowing tone to her voice. “Christ, I knew this place was full of vultures, but I thought it would take longer than this before you tried to…. Nghhh!!”

Libertyâ€s speech was cut short by a wholly unexpected blast of pain between her legs. She grimaced and pressed her knees together, bending forwards, holding her hands against her wounded womanhood, utterly stunned.

“What.. The…fuck???” she groaned with a pained expression. This had certainly taken the shine off her victory!

Allie's bright smile didn't waver even as Liberty began to make assumptions and start to visually show her distaste for the red head. But as Liberty crumpled to the ground, Allie's smirk turned cruel.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said looming over Liberty's form. "I already have a client."

Allie's skirt swished as she stepped back and pivoted to face a camera. "I'll say it once more." Her cheery smile returned as her free hand brushed tantalizingly down her body. "My name's Allie Parker. This is Syd. I'm sure you won't have trouble remembering either of us."

Allie giggled and threw a passing glance at Syd. No doubt Liberty could be counted out of things now that white haired nihilist had gotten to sink her teeth into her. Her sparkling blue eyes drifted over to Brittany. It wouldn't do at all if the obnoxious snake girl roused and tried to ruin their fun.

Syd wasn't surprised when Liberty took her golf swing to the puss in stride. By the looks of her, that thing was used to taking a pounding.

Lucky for Syd, she had all night.

"HI!" She said, with a big, cheshire grin, and took a home-run swing with the rake to smash Liberty across the face with the wooden handle.

"Here," she tossed the rake to Allie and kicked at Liberty to make sure she went down, and then planted a foot on her to keep her there. "Make sure that one stays down."

Allie saw the sparkle in Syd's eye. She had never seen it before. Well, not like this. The red head smiled. Syd was in her element. Allie was too and her cheeks flushed red with excitement. Her heart began to beat as Syd tossed her the croupier rake.

Allie fumbled but caught it and gave her comrade-in-arms a sturdy nod. "Gotcha!" She said and strode over to Brittany. She looked at the stick. It was a mighty and powerful tool, but maybe not in her hands. Her hands were delicate and her body not hardened from abuse like the other three girls.

Alley grabbed a stool from a passing slot machine and slipped the croupier rake under her arm so she could hold the stool. When she got to Brittany, she lifted it up and jammed it down onto the brunette's busty chest, pinning her in place. She stepped on the lower part of the stool to put her weight on it as well as lean over it to smile down at Brittany.

"Hey!" She said, as though she were greeting a friend. One hand pushed into the cushiony stool, the other hand twirling around the croupier rake. "Brittany Luuve, eh? That's you, right?" Of course she knew. "I have to say... you don't look so scary in person. I can't believe you actually almost retired Taylor Parker. You HAD to have gotten lucky. So, how did you do it? Did you cheat? I bet you cheated."

Brittany was soon awoken from her little slumber by the feeling of something crushing her massive chest. "Get the fuck off of me, you bitch." Brittany said as she opened her eyes figuring that Liberty was trying to enact some vengeance from their last match. However, Brittany was greeted by a new face and it was a face she did not recognize. "Who the fuck are you?" Brittany said as she was soon reminded that she had a killer headache from the elbow drop. "Get the fuck off of me and i will show you how a beat her." Brittany said as she weakly tried to push the stool off of her chest.

Allie's nose wrinkled at the vitriol that spewed from the brunette's mouth. She shook her head, her short red hair swaying. "Gross." Allie turned her head. "Hey Syd!" Allie called out. "This one's got a mouth as nasty as that other bitches nappy ass clothes. Be careful you don't get crabs from beating her up!" Allie spoke like Syd would care.

Allie then looked back down and Brittany and swung the croupier rake down so it smacked into the base of Brittany's neck. "You shut up. You'll get yours soon enough."

Allie leaned over and peered at Brittany. "Actually, I don't mind one bit you beat Taylor up. I should thank you for that." Allie then swung the rake down again and rapped the rake against the top of Brittany's head like a disciplinarian.

"But you DON'T get to end Taylor Parker's career. If she's due for an early retirement, I'm the only one who gets to arrange it, understand?"

whap!

Brittany glared at Allie as the girl insulted her "You are going to wish you never met me bitch." Brittany said before she was smacked by the rake. "YOU FUCKING BITCH. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU." Brittany yelled out as Allie smacked her. "I will beat you into a bloody fucking pulp and end your career as well." Brittany said as she grimaced every time Allie smacked her with the rake. "I am going to shove that thing up your fucking ass."

Liberty was in a lot of pain, wordlessly sinking to her knees as Allie taunted her. Her hard-won belt dropped to the ground, forgotten about in the face of this new threat. She scowled as Syd came into her view for the first time, the perpetrator of the sneak attack looking gleefully unrepentant. Liberty was too stunned to say anything though, and too weak to even lift her arms in defence against the rake swung at her head.

“OOF!” Liberty groaned as the wooden weapon smashed HARD into her face, making her head snap back, the pain reverberating through her skull. The kneeling wrestler dropped backwards, crumpling onto the hard casino floor. Her face was numb with pain. Lying helplessly on the floor, she moved one hand up from her hurting crotch and clutched at her nose. Liberty was reeling as she groggily looked up at her white-haired attacker. It felt like too much effort to collect her thoughts right now though, especially since she wasnâ€t sure what was going on in the first place.