Liberty vs Aisha

The two fighters faced off at the edge of the ring, getting into their fighting stances in preparation for the proper start to this match... when Liberty froze in confusion at Aisha's comment.

"Hentai match!? What?!" she spluttered, guard dropping before Aisha's kick smacked into her leg. Liberty groaned, dropping to the side a little, and staggered back defensively.

"You're fucking kidding me... I didn't sign up for all that fingering bullshit... did I??"

Liberty felt an unfamiliar sensation in her stomach... the horrible apprehension of feeling out of her depth. The carefree anarchist NEVER felt out of her depth, not normally, anyway. However, the idea of starring in a soft-core approximation of wrestling was as nightmarish as turning up to an exam without revising. Or, as far as Liberty was concerned, turning up to an exam, full stop.

She'd staggered back along the apron, now standing at the far corner, close to where the officials' table sat. "Hentai falls count??" she asked despairingly, turning her head to see a slow, affirmative nod from the bemused onlookers.

"Aw fuck..." she gulped, clearly rattled by the news.

Aisha raised an eyebrow as Liberty stumbled away, looking distraught to hear the news. She wasn't quite sure why. This was the AFW. Sex was a part of the game. She'd made peace with that months ago, and it was the whole reason she'd signed up for this match in the first place. She could never see herself doing a full sex match or anything like that, but she wanted to give the more hardcore version a shot and see how it went.

She didn't know why LIberty was acting so shocked, but it didn't matter. What did matter was that she'd backed away a good distance, was now standing with her back towards the timekeeper's area. The moment she looked away, Aisha took off in sprint.

She charged towards the returning champion, gaining great speed despite the heels she wore and closing the gap with a few wide strides. The moment she was close, she leaped forward with her leg raised, looking to score a running knee strike right in the middle of Liberty's chest. If she could do that without hitting her tits. Not the easiest thing to do, given their size. Damn.

Liberty was a fighter, not a porn actress. Sure, she knew that AFW viewed its wrestlers bodies as a saleable commodity, and the company didn't care if its girls were kicking ass or flaunting ass, so long as it drew the crowds. Hell, Liberty wasn't exactly prudish in her carefree approach to matches. It was just that, for her, sexfights were an exploitative step too far. Or maybe it was just that she really didn't want to get fucked that literally in front of a packed crowd. Seeing her pussy being hawked on a promotional DVD would kind of undermine her anticapitalist credentials.

Either way, she had a real incentive to win this match. Unfortunately, her unease at not knowing the rules had rattled her, and Aisha didn't seem shy about taking advantage. The olive-skinned woman darted forwards and slammed her knee into Liberty's chest while her guard was down.

"Ungh!" Liberty grunted, clutching her body as the air was bludgeoned from her lungs. She staggered back, breasts bouncing from the impact, and dropped to one knee, having been knocked backwards towards the crowd rail. Despite Aisha's sensual intro, it seemed the dancer had some steel.

Liberty didn't seem to take Aisha all that seriously a minute ago. She didn't blame her. Few women did, at the start, figuring her to be a woman just trying to use wrestling as a springboard for her music career. Which, being fair, wasn't too far from the truth - but that didn't mean she couldn't beat the shit out of anyone on her way to the top. As she stepped back and watched Liberty wither along the guard rail, she was willing to bet that the former champion was starting to figure that out, and she had no problems hammering the lesson into her thick skull.

"Yeah," Aisha raised her fist up high, getting some cheers from the crowd before she moved back in for the kill. "What happened to all that shit you were saying before? Eating crow, now, bitch?"

She didn't give the buxom beauty a chance to answer her - not that she would've cared to hear it, anyway. Aisha went right back on the attack and lashed outh with a fierce roundhouse kick, trying connect with the side of Liberty's head and send it into the guard rail at terminal velocity. If this big-ass bitch wanted a hardcore match, she'd get a fucking hardcore match.

Liberty spluttered and coughed, rubbing her chest bone as she started to stagger upright. Beating this bimbo clearly wasn't going to be quite so straightfoward; she was indeed eating crow.

Next thing she knew, she was eating boot, too, a blur of motion and a hard crack across her jaw making her face flush with pain.

Fucking dancer's legs... she thought dimly as she felt real power in the blow, sending her head snap to the side. Her unbalanced body span clumsily round and Liberty found herself coming down head-first onto the crowd rail.

"Agh!!" she moaned again as the metal clanged jarringly against her skull. So much for giving Aisha a faceful of turnbuckle, that plan had backfired totally. Instead it was Liberty with an aching head, and a mark of metal imprinted on her face. The black-haired fighter was left on her knees, hanging headfirst across the guardrail. She gripped the barrier and blearily lifted her face. Practically in the laps of the braying-front row fans, she wrinkled her nose in disgust, and blinked heavily as she tried to clear the cobwebs from this slow start.

While Liberty reeled from the kick, Aisha saw the referee slide out of the ring, apparently getting the clear message being sent: this match was going to take place mostly outside of the ring, if it ever went inside at all. The Diva was fine with that, too, and she was fine with putting extra emphasis on the 'hardcore' part of this 'hentai hardcore' match, too. The way they started off, Aisha was much more interested in giving Liberty pain than pleasure, at the moment.

Feeling more confident now, she stepped away, reared her hand back and gave Liberty a quick slap on her - admittedly luscious - ass, just to add insult to injury. And to watch it jiggle. "It's what you get, bitch."

She moved over to the timekeeper's area and reached in, grabbing one of the spare chairs as her fans cheered and LIberty's fans jeered. Aisha folded it, getting the classic sound of metal on metal, and signaling to everyone that she was about to make this match officially hardcore. "Hammer time!" She called out as she turned back to her fallen foe, holding the chair high above her head.

"Ohh!" Liberty gave an unexpected squeal as her bent-over butt received a stinging slap from her opponent. Her grey eyes widened and she seethed with anger and embarrassment, the crowd laughing right in her face as they saw the tough fighter get spanked.

The anger helped Liberty get her head together in the few seconds' grace given to her by Aisha as the blonde went to fetch a weapon. Liberty was still groggy, but she could see a reflection of Aisha's actions in the faces of the crowd, as all eyes followed the dancer. She therefore had a pretty good indication of what was coming, even before Aisha's taunt.

Liberty used that as the cue to strike back. She gripped the railing hard, shifting her weight onto it, so she could quickly pull herself upright, and then pour extra strength into her legs as she kicked out behind her like a mule.

Despite the poor start, Aisha was in control of things now, and she was wondering exactly what Liberty's deal was. Her manager had done the scouting, warned that the former champion might be a little more than she could handle, but so far? Nothing too impressive. She was a grungy looking girl, and she looked like she didn't miss any meals or take too many baths. Big deal. And she won the hardcore belt in Friction? Couldn't have been that tough of a field.

Aisha smirked as she moved in with the chair held to her side, ready to swing it hard right into Liberty's back, when a hard boot in the stomach stopped her advance. How Liberty saw her coming, she wasn't sure, but it hardly mattered. What did matter was that the former champion had enough strength in her chunky thighs to knock Aisha clean over her high-heeled feet.

She dropped the chair and went tumbling back, doing a full roll before her body came to a stop in front of the English announcer's table. "Fuck!" She groaned and rolled over, clutching her stomach. It was slow going, but Aisha started to stand back up, grabbing onto the table for support.

Liberty felt her blind kick connect with Aisha's stomach, solid and satisfying. The black-haired girl rubbed her face and turned around to see Aisha struggling by the table. She grinned wolfishly. The blows to the head had rattled her a little, but now their sharpness was fading, they had simply spiked her appetite for violence.

She marched over to Aisha and grabbed the blonde by the back of her head. Liberty's eye was caught by the match notes sitting on the announcer's table, and she lifted the sheet of paper theatrically.

"Oh, so it IS a hardcore hentai match..." she mused, a lot more confident now as she put the sheet back down. "Would you look at that..."

Liberty's carefree tone was at odds with her viciousness as she tried to slam Aisha's face straight down onto the paper sitting on the table.

Okay, Aisha was learning things about Liberty. For instance, those thunder thighs of hers weren't just flab. There was some solid muscle underneath them, and she'd have to make a note to avoid them in the future, or else shit like this would keep happening.

She'd just gotten back to her feet when Liberty grabbed her by the back of the head, holding her in place while she struggled. "Bitch, get the fuck off me!" She grunted, squirming in her grip. "I said, get the fuck-"

She was interrupted mid-sentence by the table, as her face was brought down hard into it. She let out a shrill cry as her body fell backwards from the hit, and  by the time she fell on the floor, she was already cradling her face with both hands. "Fucking bitch!" She cursed through her fingers and kicked up a storm, rolling from side to side as her legs impotently fluttered.