No DQ Match - Liberty vs Odessa

Liberty felt a surge of relief as Odessa flew straight past her and into the furniture. The British girl did look rather foolish, and Liberty was happy to taunt her about it.

“Hahaha, have that, you dumb b- oww!!” The anarchist was cut short by a flung chair, catching her straight in the face. She clutched her nose and staggered backwards. Fortunately it had been a glancing blow, so it hadnâ€t rattled her vulnerable skull too badly. Still, it left her stunned, as well as embarrassed by falling victim to the same simple trick. Liberty was getting really pissed off now, frustrated that she couldnâ€t lay her hands on Odessa to vent some of her anger.

Odessa did not like looking foolish, but, so long as she was able to turn the match around, she would accept her momentary vulnerability and move on with the fight. That was what she would do here. She would move on from her brash, irrational charge which saw her fall flailing into the pile of metal folding chairs.

The first step to doing that was to put her opponent back on the defensive. Odessa easily accomplished that, tossing a folding chair which struck Libertyâ€s face. While the anarchist was only partially stunned, it did give Odessa a chance to get up on her feet, center herself, and advance upon her opponent, arms outstretched, ready to grab Liberty just as soon as she came within range. “Alright, come here, now…itâ€s high time we quit this silly chair throwing and get back down to real business, wouldnâ€t you say, dear?”

“Chair throwing IS real business!” Liberty shot back. She couldnâ€t wait to teach this girl a lesson, but as she stepped forwards, her head swirled a little, and she realised she would have to be quick about it. That chair to the face had not gone down well for her fragile skull.

Scowling, Liberty advanced rather drunkenly on Odessa, lunging at the light-haired girl, trying to grab her arm and whip her into the side of the ring.

“Hardly, dear,” Odessa would say, rolling her eyes as she approached Liberty. Chair throwing wasnâ€t very dignified, and it was actually succeeding in annoying Odessa more than almost anything else she had encountered since she had started here at AFW. She preferred bodily contact with her opponent. Skin to skin. Ranged attacks were not her cup of tea.

Liberty came at her, and Odessa would move to lock up with the anarchist champion, trying to grapple with her and hoping that Liberty was more stunned than she was. The champion was capable enough to grab onto Odessaâ€s arm and try to whip her towards the ring. Odessa was a little too slow to stop that from happening, but as she ran into the side of the ring, the ebony beauty would turn her body around and smack into the apron butt first. If Liberty tried to come after her, Odessa would kick a leg up, trying to drill it into Libertyâ€s stomach to stop her in her tracks.

Liberty flashed her opponent a rather maniacal grin, pleased as she watched Odessa crash into the ring edge. It was time to put the hurt on this smug girl!

Flushed with enthusiasm, she charged straight at Odessa, knowing the white haired wrestler had no escape. What she didnâ€t bargain for, though, was the upturned boot of her opponent, which Liberty ran straight into.

She grunted in anger and pain as her own momentum forced her gut to strike Odessaâ€s boot hard, filling her abdomen with pain and forcing air and a little spit from her mouth.

Liberty, though, was determined to follow through in her desire to get at Odessa. Her head lowered instinctively as she curled forwards after the stomach hit. Reacting in pure aggression, she would try and keep going, half-falling, half-diving, hoping to leap over Odessaâ€s leg and ultimately hit the other fighter with a diving head butt to the chest. This was risky gambit given her condition, but Liberty was nothing if not reckless!

Odessaâ€s boot drove deep into Libertyâ€s gut, buying the white-haired wrestler a second with which to recover, to try to put together a more decisive counterassault which would knock Liberty back again, maybe even knock the anarchist champion out for good. But, as Liberty bent over following the hard blow to her stomach, she wasnâ€t knocked back. She was slowed for a moment, but she just kept coming forward, and she would slam her skull into Odessaâ€s chest, compressing the two chocolate-colored orbs with her head and knocking Odessa backwards, her upper body bouncing against the ropes, as she would try to lean on them for support.

“Ugh…you donâ€t give up easy, do you?” Odessa would grunt, as she would try to shift her weight to get Liberty off of her.

Liberty felt Odessa get knocked back, getting squashed between the ring and the anarchistâ€s own charging body. The black-haired girlâ€s own face did briefly press deep into Odessaâ€s big cleavage, but Liberty quickly withdrew before anyone got any ideas.

She steadied her feet just in time for Odessa to start struggling against her. In response, Libertyâ€s left hand shot forwards and wrapped around her opponentâ€s throat. It wasnâ€t an aggressive choke, designed more to keep the Brit pinned back against the ropes than to throttle her entirely.

“I NEVER give up,” she snarled, looking straight into her opponentâ€s green eyes. “But I bet you will!” she added, a slightly cruel smirk forming at the corners of her lips. An idea had struck the hardcore champ, which would really teach this smug girl a lesson.

If she could keep Odessa pinned back with her left hand, she would reach into her grubby white top with her right. Her fingers curled around the small can of green spraypaint she had kept nestled between her breasts. Liberty would pull it out, give it a quick shake, then point it at Odessaâ€s face, looking to empty the contents into the trapped girlâ€s features at nearly point blank range.

Liberty got up of her own accord, and Odessa would take a deep breath as she would try to push forward against Liberty so that she might get up off of the ring apron and keep fighting on an even playing field once again. Liberty didnâ€t want to let her. The anarchist was brutal, and she reached a hand down and wrapped it around Odessaâ€s throat, choking the ebony beauty, making her cough and splutter, but not making her give up on her attempts to break free.

“I…never give up, either,” Odessa croaked, as she would grab at Libertyâ€s arm with both of her hands, trying to wrench it away from her neck.

The ebony beauty had no idea what Liberty was doing when she dug into her top, and, when Liberty pulled out a can of spraypaint and sprayed it directly into Odessaâ€s face, she would let out a loud cry, both of her hands going to her face as she tried to wipe the wet paint out of her eyes, momentarily blinded by it. It took a lot to get Odessa flustered, but this was too far. “What the fuck are you doing!?” she demanded, trying to kick her legs against Liberty.

Liberty gave a rather harsh laugh at Odessaâ€s proud boast that she would never give up. This was going to be fun, then.

The anarchist was sporting a wicked grin as she began to spray Odessaâ€s face with paint. It was a pleasing sight to see her pretty ebony features get splattered with the lurid green gunk. Liberty was determined to make sure this prim girl got a proper face full, and kept the choke in place with her left hand, as she continued the graffiti attack with her right.

Unsurprisingly, Odessa began to protest, and Liberty would drive a knee up into the pinned girlâ€s gut to try and stop her from struggling.

“Iâ€m gonna see what it takes to make you give up,” giggled the black-haired fighter. She would keep spraying, continuing to abuse Odessaâ€s face with the paint, liberally spreading the green into her well-groomed white hair as well.

The crowd were raucous at this development, as Odessa suffered the harsh move, the statuesque beauty getting a rather unpleasant makeover!

Odessa writhed beneath her opponent, trying to get out from underneath her opponent as the anarchist woman sprayed more of the thick green paint into the ebony beautyâ€s face. Odessa was experienced in all kinds of matches, and had suffered through hundreds of different kinds of attacks, but this was a new one. One she wasnâ€t prepared for. One which managed to break through Odessaâ€s typically elegant, confident demeanor and get her really angry.

“Guhh!” she croaked. “This is insane, you bloody…bitch!”

She wasnâ€t able to say much more than that. The choke hold and the paint were making it difficult to breathe, and the knee to her gut made sure that Odessa was coughing and floundering for air. Some of the paint sprayed into her mouth, which caused Odessa to gag, and choke, and cough even more. Her struggles began to slow as the attack continued. Her mind raced. She had to figure out a way to turn the tables, or else she was doomed.