No DQ Match - Liberty vs Odessa

Liberty couldnâ€t help but grin as she strangled Odessa from behind. “Having fun, darling?” she teased. Odessa was a big girl but she still needed oxygen like everyone else, so Liberty hoped this would be a quick way to sap her strength.

Not quick enough, though. The punk yelped as her thick hair was grabbed and tugged hard. Odessaâ€s counter was a smart one, flipping Liberty straight over her shoulder.

Poor Liberty howled as she was hair-pulled into a forwards flip, landing with a bump, face-up at Odessaâ€s feet, and a little disoriented by the spin.

Liberty was a big girl, just like Odessa was, and it took quite a bit of energy for the ebony wrestler to flip her opponent over her shoulder and slam her down onto the mat. That made it all the more satisfying when Odessa felt the ring tremble as she slammed Liberty down back first, and heard the howl of the dirty, thick-haired American on impact.

The ebony wrestler smirked as she stood tall over her flattened foe. “I am having fun, actually. Thank you ever so much for asking, darling,” she replied, exaggerating her mode of speech just a little in order to rub in her newfound advantage.

Before Liberty could get up, Odessa would move around and grab onto the championâ€s legs, hooking them under her armpits. She would then flip Liberty over and lower her butt down onto Libertyâ€s back, bending the woman into what should be a very painful Boston Crab.

Floored Liberty growled as Odessa teased her about having fun, obviously exaggerating her privileged accent but still grating on the anarchistâ€s nerves all the same.

“Well, Iâ€ll soon put a stop to that,” she replied gruffly, rubbing her head and slowly starting to sit up.

Her recovery was halted, though, as Odessa grabbed her legs and flipped her over for the boston crab. Liberty cried out as she was sat on and her legs bent painfully backwards.

“Anghh! Get off!!” Liberty grimaced, struggling in the hold, and clenching her fists to cope with the pain. Odessa was badly stressing her lower back, thankfully one of the few places that hadnâ€t taken a beating in her PPV match, but it still hurt to be trapped like this. A defiant Liberty would put her strength into squirming against Odessaâ€s grip, although she was at an obvious disadvantage now against her evenly-sized opponent.

“Of course you will,” Odessa replied, chuckling as she sat down on her opponentâ€s back with the championâ€s legs hooked tightly underneath her armpits. Libertyâ€s cry of pain was loud, and Odessa enjoyed hearing it. She intended to hear much more out of her cute, dirty opponent before this match was over.

Odessa knew that Liberty was injured following her Summer Splash match, and the ebony beauty wondered just how extensive the damage to the championâ€s body was. For someone who had been in the hospital earlier that same month, she seemed, at first glance, to be in good condition. The Boston Crab confirmed that, as Odessa piled on the pressure, and Liberty bent but was not broken. That was good. Odessa would have hated to beat up on a woman who was still effectively crippled after her last match.

As Liberty squirmed, Odessa would tighten her grip, knowing she had leverage and control over the champion, pulling harder and harder on Libertyâ€s legs in the simple but effective hold.

Liberty gave a pained, frustrated growl as Odessa lorded it over her. The priviliged girl's position atop her was an annoying reflection of her haughty, superior attitude, or at least that was how Liberty imagined it.

Actual wrestling wasn't the punk girl's strong point, so it had been an astute move for Odessa to slow the action down with a submission hold. Liberty spent several long moments flailing ineffectively, suffering under Odessa, having her strength slowly sapped.

The hardcore champion started to get angry, rocking more violently, and trying to drag herself to the ropes. There were no rope break rules of course, but she could use them to yank herself free of Odessa if her other struggles failed.

Odessa held Liberty down for a very long time, grinding her ample rear against the championâ€s back, to taunt her and to put more pressure on her, while at the same time she would stretch the womanâ€s legs back as far as they could go without dislocating. Liberty kept on struggling, but Odessaâ€s position was fairly secure, and she refused to let Liberty break the hold that easily.

After several long moments, Liberty would begin moving, crawling in the direction of the ropes. Odessa knew that she wouldnâ€t be able to hold onto this Boston Crab for very long after Liberty reached the ropes. Even without the rope break rule in effect, with a handhold on the ropes Liberty would be able to break the hold all by herself. If Odessa allowed that to happen, she could be put in a vulnerable position. Odessa much preferred to be in control. She would keep the Boston Crab as tight and as painful as possible as Liberty slowly moved them towards the ropes, and tried to push down harder on Libertyâ€s back to slow the championâ€s progress still further. Just as they reached the ropes, however, Odessa would let go of her opponent and spring to her feet, giving Liberty a swift kick to her thigh as she would back up and wait for the champion to rise to her feet.

Liberty gnashed her teeth in pain and frustration as Odessa really piled the pressure on her back and legs, forcing her into a gruelling crawl towards the ropes. She really resented the way she was forced to struggle whilst Odessa sat smugly atop her back. Liberty's urge to vent her pent-up anger on the white-haired girl was rising all the time!

Looking quite drained and glistening with sweat, Liberty finally dragged herself to the ropes. Odessa read the situation well, skipping neatly away and giving the harcore champ a quick kick for good measure.

Liberty groaned as she grabbed the ropes and hauled her body upright. She turned to face Odessa, though remained slumped against the ropes as she tried to regain her breath.

"Ungh... bet you like having people struggle below while you lord it over them, huh? Fucking fascist," she snarled.

Odessa timed her escape perfectly, sashaying away before Liberty could even think of trying to exact some revenge, her swift kick to the anarchistâ€s body preventing her from following. Once she was at a safe distance, back at the center of the ring, Odessa would turn to face Liberty, watching the other woman struggling to prop herself up against the ropes, gasping for breath.

What Liberty said was amusing, but it also sort of unsettled Odessa. A fascist, Liberty had called her. No opponent of hers had ever accused her of being one of those before. “A fascist? Is that what you think of me? Goodness, darling, Iâ€m afraid youâ€re very much mistaken. While I do enjoy the feeling of having a woman below me…” She paused, narrowing her eyes, smiling coyly, and biting her lip. “…it is for entirely different reasons.” She chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.

She couldnâ€t waste too much time, however. Liberty was going to be back up on her feet soon, and she was going to be out for blood. Before she could, Odessa intended to strike once again. She would rush forward while Libby was still flat on her butt propped up against the ropes. Though the anarchist was not in the corner, this next move should still be effective. Odessa would try to slam herself down onto Libertyâ€s chest, grabbing onto the top rope and bouncing up and down, attempting to execute a painful, embarrassing bronco buster.

Liberty just tutted and shook her head at Odessaâ€s lewd comment. She just wanted to get back into the match and put some hurt on this woman, not be dragged into some kind of hentai spectacle.

Her hopes for coming back quickly were soon disappointed, though, as Odessa charged straight for her whilst she was still against the ropes. Libertyâ€s grey eyes widened as the big ebony wrestler leapt straight towards her, spreading her legs and planting them either side of her head!

“Wha - unghh!!” Liberty cried as Odessaâ€s butt slammed down hard onto her chest, stunning the seated girl. Worse, her foe had hooked the ropes for a bronco buster, and began bouncing up and down on the hapless anarchist!

She could do nothing but grunt as Odessa kept slamming her ass and thighs down hard. The downward blows forced her into a slumped position, but with her head and shoulders pinned back against the ropes she was held in place for repeated blows. As well as rattling Liberty and knocking air from her chest, it was an extremely suggestive position, and left Libertyâ€s face just inches from Odessaâ€s bouncing crotch.

Odessa caught Liberty unprepared and unawares. The ebony beauty threw her legs over the bottom rope, grabbed onto the top rope with both hands, and landed hard on the Hardcore Championâ€s chest. Liberty was stunned by the sudden attack from the dark-skinned queen, and Odessa would take full advantage, grinding her rear end down against Libertyâ€s chest, bouncing to further weaken the champion and force the air out of her lungs. Right now, Odessa was in complete control.

“You make for quite the comfortable seat, darling!” Odessa said, grinding her butt slowly down against Libertyâ€s chest as she took a brief break from bouncing. “You have a couple of remarkably soft cushions right here.”

She would bounce again, once, then twice, having quite a bit of fun with her opponent, keeping the anarchistâ€s face close to her crotch, but not quite touching it just yet.