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

Liberty gave a groan as Syd got off of her. She was extremely groggy, and unable to focus, even when the white-haired girl reached down and humiliatingly forced her mouth open. Liberty was past screaming though, the aching pain in her tired body coming out as a deep, guttural moan.

The poor punk lay helpless as Syd went to place the belt on her face. “Nnoo… unghh!” she grunted as her head was stamped on, Sydâ€s boot forcing the hard metal into her sore features, as well as slamming her skull into the casino floor. “Unghh! Shit! Unghh!!” Liberty reacted to each kick, her limbs jerking. She was probably going to have the belt insignia embedded in her face after this attack.

The pain in her crotch was still crippling, and her brain was rattled by the flurry of kicks. Still, after a few more brutal blows, Libertyâ€s survival instinct would make her swat her arms at Sydâ€s legs, before rolling sideways, pushing the belt off her with a grimace of distaste and holding her hands up to her face. She badly wanted to get away from this ambush and regroup, but seeing as she couldnâ€t even stand up right now, it seemed unlikely.

Allie watched as Syd continued to massacre Liberty once the red head ad driven the croupier rake into Liberty's groin. She was pleased at the viciousness of Syd's attack as she stomped the gold belt into the anarchist's face.

Still, it seemed like Liberty was just too dumb to get the hint and Allie soon wrinkled her brow. "Ewwwww, she's still twitching, Syd!" The red head whined like she was watching a bug that got stomped on, half splattered, still trying to crawl even though its life was already flickering out.

Allie shoved past Syd and looked down at Liberty. "Stupid!" She spat childishly. "If I have to actually touch you, I'm gonna be pissed!"

Allie jabbed the handle of the croupier rake roughly into Liberty's boob and curled her nose in disgust once more. "She smells like trash." Allie waved a hand in front of her nose. "Trash gets crushed and trash gets incinerated." She announced to no one.

Allie then bent over and grabbed the championship belt and tucked it under her arms. She then shoved her fingers into Liberty's slick black hair, whining and shivering as she gripped the oily, sweat soaked locks. The red head then gave a tug to try and pull her a few feet. She dropped the belt from underneath her arm and then tried to force Liberty's head against it and hold it steady for Syd.

"I've got her a nice pillow, Syd. Put. Her. To. sleep." Allie growled.

All at once, the crazy grin, the giggling, and the glee all evaporated from Syd. Liberty trying to defend herself was the biggest insult she had ever felt. It ruined everything.

"Fucking cunt," she snarled hatefully, her face hardened into a severe humorless mask. She stepped to Liberty as Allie held her down and planted a foot on her back while she grabbed for her arm. She pulled on the girl's metal-plated elbow pad and worked it back and forth until she pulled it off over her red fingerless gloves. She felt the squishiness of Liberty's body under her foot, and it made her want to crush her. She wanted to stomp on her until things broke. She wanted to hit her with things and listen to the sounds she made. She wanted to ruin her.

But time was a factor. AFW probably wouldn't just stand by forever. She pulled on the elbow pad and gave it a pat. She stepped up onto a chair and jumped back, coming down with the point of her steel-clad elbow pad aimed for the side of Liberty's head.

Libertyâ€s head was buried in her hands as Allie approached her. It almost looked like she was trying to hide from the insults, though in reality she was oblivious to the words being thrown at her, and was just struggling to stay conscious.

She gave a moan as her chest was prodded, but otherwise refused to move, like an exhausted drunk. The vicious hair-pull made her yowl a little, the hot pain in her scalp serving to sharpen her incoherent senses. Being slightly more aware didnâ€t really help, though, as her head was placed atop the belt, and her arm was pulled back to remove her studded elbow pad.

Laying prone and groggy on the floor, she watched Sydâ€s feet collect a chair and clamber up. It began to dawn on her how they planned to end things. It was a cruel parody of the way she had won the match. And it was going to be horrifically brutal.

“No…” she moaned exhaustedly, but it was no good. Next thing she knew, a phenomenal burst of pain set off in the side of her skull, as the full weight of her jumping attacker crashed down on her through the steel-plated elbow. The other side of her head was bashed by metal studs as well as it was slammed into the belt. Essentially a steel sandwich, it was a shockingly harsh hit, enough to KO anyone twice over. Liberty grunted for a second of utter agony, before her world went black, and her body went limp.

Syd stood up and yanked off the elbow pad and spiked it down on Liberty's motionless body. "Fuck you, bitch!" She grunted, and booted the helpless girl in the ribs. She hesitated, as if she might kick her again, and then picked up the belt instead and spat on her.

"Fucking cunt."

She took two steps and threw the belt like a discus as far as she could, and it sailed high through the air in the high ceilinged gambling hall, disappearing into rows of sparkling neon machines. She grabbed the back of a chair and spitefully flung it down at the unconscious Brittany as she past by, stomping off with her jaw and her fists clenched. She swiftly made her exit without bothering to see if Allie was coming too.

Allie turned her head at the last second as Syd came in for the flying elbow. She didn't want to look at it and the sound, plus the reverberating feel of Liberty's jerking was sickening enough.

She quickly pulled her hands away and stood up. She was about to whine to Syd and wipe her hands on the girl's clothes when she watched the scornful outburst from her charge. It was surprising. Shouldn't she be happy?!

Allie shook her head as Syd cursed and walked off. It was nice that Syd was finished, but Allie wasn't. She looked around and quickly scooped up the mic again and spun towards a camera and flashed a smile.

"Two of the AFW's toughest bitches. Flat on their backs like the cheap sluts they are. Thank Syd for that. You'll be thanking her for a lot more in the future too. And me as well." Allie giggled and blew a kiss at the camera before spinning around. She gave one last look at Liberty and then swiftly kicked her in her ugly tit. She then threw the microphone at Brittany and skipped off to find Syd.

Belatedly, AFW personnel would rush into the casino, carrying stretchers for the fallen girls. Liberty in particular seemed to be in a bad way as her battered form was cradled onto one of the stretchers. Obviously the fans had expected there to be some hard knocks in the Hardcore title bout, but probably not in this fashion!

Instead of celebrating her title win with self-righteous posturing and hard drinking, the unconscious champion was headed for a spell in the medical centre. When she awoke, Liberty would doubtless be incredibly pissed off at this injustice, but for now the punk wrestler was silenced, her and her newly-won belt being taken to the hospital.