Liberty vs Aisha

Liberty’s body launched out from the turnbuckle, arm raised in the perfect shape for a devastating elbow drop. She knew her target was tangled in the ropes, and grinned as she plummeted down towards a cruel, potentially match-ending impact… metal plated elbow pointing down…

…and slamming into the bare canvas, where, mere milliseconds before, Aisha had been laying.

“Oogh!!” Liberty cried out as she hit the mat, her own move backfiring heavily. Her pale-skinned body bounced up from the kinetic energy, then crumpled back down again, the hapless anarchist clutching her elbow and rolling to the side. Her face was a grimace, partly from the pain shooting down her arm, and partly from the irritation of blowing such a good chance.

“Ffuck!” she hissed, laying on her back for a few moments as she tried to collect herself.

Needless to say, the sound of Liberty crashing into the mat from about eight feet up was thunderously loud. The impact reverberated through the arena, and Aisha wouldn't have been surprised to learn that you could hear it all the way outside. Judging from the way the crowd reacted, hissing and wincing and turning away, it had to be a nasty hit to watch, too.

Aisha would have to catch the replay later - she was far too busy scrambling around the ring to watch, crawling on her hands and knees. She wanted a weapon, and she wanted one right now, so she went for the first thing she could get her hands on, the nearest available item...

A whip. A long, single-tail whip.

Not exactly the most hardcore weapon ever invented, but Aisha didn't plan on using it the normal way. Instead of whipping away at Liberty's bulky body, she crawled back towards the former champion, lifted her head up while she laid on her back, and tried to wrap the whip around her neck, pulling back and squeezing hard to choke her out.

Liberty shook her head, staring at the arena lights as she shook off her pain and frustration at missing her target.

“Lucky bitch…” she grumbled angrily. “Just you wait…”

Unfortunately for her, Aisha didn’t wait. Before Liberty could rise, she sensed Aisha at her head, then suddenly something coiled around her neck.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, a spasm of panic as her throat was ensnared. She hadn’t been expecting that at all, but suddenly a whole new previously-unconsidered avenue of suffering had opened up. Liberty raised her hands to stop the choke. Too late, though, as the whip was pulled taut around her throat. Aisha had fight smarts, and was ruthless in using them.

“Erkkk…” Liberty spluttered, eyes widening. She couldn’t breathe, and the weapon was digging into her windpipe. In many ways this was a far more dangerous use of the hardcore rules than the simple chair-slinging that had happened up to now - there was no way of dodging or reversing this. Her heart was pumping with panic, and her fingers fumbled to try and get a hold on the black leather and pull it loose again. If she didn’t do something she’d be a goner… slow and grueling, but gone all the same. She kicked and squirmed, feet flailing for the ropes while her arms were up at her neck trying to create some space to breathe.

"Yeah, I'll wait." Aisha got to her knees and leaned back, putting her all into the choke and squeezing away with all the strength she had to offer. "Wait until your ass gets knocked out, bitch!"

She gripped the whip hard as Liberty went into a furious frenzy, thrashing around on the mat like a woman possessed. The referee came over, getting just close enough to look at Liberty's face without getting kicked by her flailing legs. She looked weary, not sure whether she should call the match before things got dangerous. It was definitely not the most conventional chokehold, but if it got the job done...

There was a problem, though. Aisha wasn't a lightweight herself, but Liberty had a lot more weight and muscle to work with than she did. Riding down her struggles was a chore, and one that got harder and harder with each passing moment. Just when Aisha thought she had it solid, there'd be some give in the whip, and she'd lose progress, or she'd had to adjust her position to keep the whip on, or she'd have to exert even more effort to keep Liberty from pulling away. It was getting to be more trouble than it was worth.

"Fuck it!" She let go of the whip and pushed LIberty away, giving up on the choke - she'd recovered some of her energy and the former champ had lost some of hers, that would be more than enough.  She got back to her feet and stumbled over to the other side of the ring, looking for something else. Preferably something blunt and heavy.

"HNGHHH!!" Liberty gave a strangled moan, a look of fear on her flustered face as Aisha yanked back on the whip, gripping her windpipe hard.

Can't... breathe... her mind could think of nothing else right now, all she could do was engage in instinctive, energy-sapping struggles. Jerking this way and that, she managed to unbalance Aisha a couple of times and snatch mouthfuls of air, but it still felt like a horrible downward spiral for her.

The taunts in her ears about being knocked out were seeming very real, especially with the ref now hovering over them. Liberty's head was swimming and her lungs were burning. Her topless body was quivering, nipples hardening a little with the desperate loss of control, but it was far from sensual, as her loud, guttural spluttering confirmed.

All she could do was stubbornly hold onto consciousness, but that seemed to be enough... after what felt like an age, Aisha FINALLY pushed her away.

Liberty pitched forwards weakly and gave a HUGE gasp of relief. She fell onto her side, panting desperately, gratefully sucking in air for her poor lungs. Drenched in sweat, Liberty looked pretty shaken, weakly propping herself up on her knees and rubbing the nasty red weal that had formed across her throat.

Fuck, that had been a close one...

So, what did Aisha have to work with, here?

Cat O' Nine Tails? Pretty useless, wouldn't even make Liberty's skin singe. The handle would make a decent blunt object, but she wanted better.

Fluffy handcuffs? Maybe later. Aisha wanted to work the former champ over a little more before she started getting to the endgame.

Dildo strap? No. Not happening.

Aisha finally settled on a foreign object resting in the corner, propped up against the pads. A paddle, but unlike the other toys, she saw some hardcore potential behind it. It was long, about three feet, and covered in leather from top to bottom. Sturdy. Meant to take a beating and give one out for a long time. And, to sweeten the deal, it had metal studs lined all the way down on one side. "Oh, yeah," Aisha picked it up and nodded as the crowd voiced their approval. "You'll do."

She raised it high in the air, getting the crowd's cheers as she made her way back to Liberty. "Hey, bitch! Got a little something for you!"

She came at Liberty from behind and swung the paddle low, aiming the side with metal studs at her ass and coming at it with a hard blow. Might as well give the fans a little treat and deal some damage at the same time.

Liberty was propped up on her hands and knees, glassy-eyes and looking down at the canvas, sucking in oxygen. Her lungs hurt but they were gradually soothed by her heavy, laboured breathing.

Slowly, her senses began to sharpen up again. The sheer panic of the whip choke began to recede, instead replaced by a slow-burning anger. Aisha was vicious, and Liberty would need to give it her all if she wanted to win this match and avoid getting humiliated.

Her newly-oxygenated world was just about back in focus when she heard Aisha taunting from somewhere behind her. The crowd were chattering too, which was never a good sign. The black-haired fighter began to turn her head, when she felt a sudden hard smack on her upturned ass!

"Nyangh!" Liberty yelped in indignation as her curvy ass was struck with the studded paddle, Aisha putting real power into the spanking.

So much for not being humiliated. Liberty flopped forwards from the impact, rubbing her butt, ears ringing with catcalls from the leering crowd.

"No!" Her anger wasn't so slow-burning now. Liberty would try to roll to the side, then kick her legs out at Aisha. "No-one spanks me, you bitch!"

"Wooo!" Aisha danced back after the successful impact, hopping on her toes as the crowd cheered her on. Of course, they'd probably be doing the same damn thing if the position were reversed, not even caring who was on the recieving end, but she was fine with that. After she was done tonight, there would be a few more Aisha fans in the AFW audience. Guaranteed. Record sales always went up after a win.

She licked her lips as she watched Liberty flop forward, rubbing her - admittedly nice for a white girl - ass. "Well, I just fucking did." She started to move in and raised the paddle up, going for a higher strike this time. "Not like you're doing shit about it."

That turned out not to be strictly true - Liberty was going to do something about it, and that turned out to be kicking her in the shins. AIsha stumbled forward as her feet were knocked from under her, and she wound up falling down right on top of the bigger girl, still clutching the paddle as she collapsed.

Again, Liberty had acted on impulse without fully thinking about the consequences. In this case, the consequence of kicking Aisha's legs out from under her was that the blonde wrestler came crashing down right on top of her.

"Ooff!!" Liberty grunted as Aisha's tan body smacked into her own pale form, squashing her against the canvas. Liberty instinctively gave her opponent a quick thump in the top of the head, and was about to try and throw her off, when another idea struck her.

Aisha was face-down, head roughly level with Liberty's chest. Since Liberty had been put through the ordeal of going without oxygen, maybe it was time to respond in kind.

As they struggled, Liberty would try to guide Aisha's face into her big, bare, cleavage, filling her famous features with flesh, and holding her there with forearms hugging behind her blonde head.

It was definitely more on the hentai side than the hardcore side, but Liberty enjoyed payback in any form.

Aisha moved quick to get of Liberty's body, knowing from firsthand experience that it was not the place to be, but she didn't move fast enough and wound up paying the price. It wasn't the worst hit she'd taken in this match alone, but it was enough to stun her for a second. In a match like this, that was far too long.

She was caught, forced to wrestle around on the floor with the bigger woman, and it was a losing effort. As strong as Aisha was, Liberty was just plain stronger in every area. There was no overpowering her, there was no slipping free, and any gain she made was quickly erased. She couldn't stop Liberty from pulling her closer and tighter and-

"No..." She shook her head, as it became painfully apparent exactly where all this struggling was going. "No, don't you fucking dare, don't-"

And just like that, Aisha's entire world filled with flesh. She'd always thought breast smothers were a joke, just a little playful trick that would never work for a real wrestler in a real match, but most wrestlers didn't have a pair of tits like these. Aisha's mouth and nose were completely covered, not even a whiff on oxygen could get through, and her vision was darkened. She tried to turn her head, but it didn't matter. Everywhere she turned, Liberty was there. Occasionally, her panicked eyes would peek out from between the folds, but then she was shoved right back in, and the torture began again.

She let out an enraged, muffled scream as she futily struggled in Liberty's grasp, kicking up a storm and trying to punch LIberty in the side with wild fists. Without a proper position, she couldn't get much force behind her hits, and they wound up whiffing harmlessly off the former hardcore champion's thick skin. She was losing precious energy, and losing it fast...