Libby 'Liberty' Vella vs. Karen Starring - A Riot of My Own

Wow, that sucked. Granted, Liberty hardly thought going through a table would tickle, especially when a fellow plus-sized wrestler was coming down on top of her, but she really hadn't been ready for the waves of pain that were currently rolling up and down her spine. It had been far too long since she'd went through a table. Maybe all the time off softened her up?

”2…!”

She pushed the thought out of her mind as she heard the second count, realizing that Karen was doing a little more than simply laying on her. Her body was pretty set on not moving, but it was going to cope, regardless - Liberty wasn't going out like this.

Her body jerked at the last possible moment, barely beating the three count. The crowd cheered, but there were a few concerned murmurs mixed in, too. The referee shared their concerns. ”Liberty, can you continue fighting?”

She responded with a low grumble. ”Yeah, yup. I’m good.” Liberty grimaced and tried in vain to roll away. Her body didn’t have the energy for it just yet, and it might not for a few minutes. Those would be very long minutes with an opponent like Karen Starring.

Karen could of done with a long sit in the corner, catching her breath, rubbing her waist where she just essentially flattened her buxom foe beneath her. She grinned and bared it though, her logic being that for every breath she was in dire need of, someone who'd just been flattened by her, through a table no less, would need two more.

The pin might of not won her the match, but every little cost to Libertys strength was a bonus, the pin being that, considering she'd just have to force a huge blonde off her when she was already tired.

She began to pull herself to her knees, grabbing her opponents hair before she even finished confirming that she was okay to continue, as she tried to drag Liberty to her feet.

"I don't care if you think you can continue. THIS MATCH KEEPS GOING!" she roared, the crowd roaring back with a vicious array of boos, as it seemed that their favourite crowd pleaser in the match was in a bad spot.

Liberty did have one small glimmer of hope. After all, while she’d gotten the worst out of the deal, no question, it wasn’t like Karen had gotten off easy, either. The table had taken out a good chunk of them both, so maybe the buxom blonde was still reeling? Needed a minute? Maybe she wouldn’t immediately jump up and start beating the shit out of her?

No such luck.

”You know,” Liberty grumbled as she was hauled up by her long locks. ”I’m right here. Don’t have to yell.” She threw a punch into Karen’s stomach, but she lacked the energy to give it any real force, especially considering how hard the target looked.

Karen would of happily taken a minute. Hell, she would of enjoyed a quick 10 minute break, to shake off her back and really get some breath back into her. But being the woman Karen was, it was easy to presume that she'd enjoy getting the torture on Liberty much, much more.

When that weak fist came in, Karen almost keeled over in instinct, but found the punch somewhat wanting, barely able to get a actual concious jerk from her. She smiled, before trying to push up Liberty so that she was straight, preferably with her back on the ropes.

From here, she'd latch on her hands to Libertys throat, happy to turn her into even more of a lumbering mess, whilst she considered her next torturing move, preferably with something made of cold hard steel.

Liberty wasn't exactly the most popular former champion around - her conviction to always speak her mind put her at odds with the more hentai-minded fans - but the AFW fans seemed to be hating Karen enough for them temporarily forget their differences. There was a steady, if somewhat clunky, ‘Liberty’ chant rising out of the audience, trying to get her back into the fight.

She appreciated the support, really and truly,but Liberty didn’t live in a magical universe where the people’s energy gave her extra strength. She had to deal with reality, and reality had Karen’s hands squeezing away at her throat in the corner, choking out the life from her as she gagged and gasped and tried desperately to pull air in through her tightening throat. It was far, far from being a fun time, but Liberty couldn’t do much beside squirm and vainly pull at Karen’s wrists, looking for even the smallest opportunity for a respite.

Liberty could of actively come out every day and insulted the audience, and she still would of probably being cheered over the buxom blonde. Something about Karen's attitude, her facial expression, her ignorance to her opponents questions, hell, her overall demeanour just made the blonde amazon unbearable. Amidst the chants for Liberty, several boo's again filled the arena, as the blonde amazon gave a dark smile in the audiences direction.

Karen relished the moment more and more, as she crushed Libertys throat against the ropes, no rope break to save her foe at all. She'd press hard on Liberty, her feet damn near leaving the mat as Karen nearly pushed her outside the ring, before bringing one hand off, aiming to deliver a monumental chop to her foes chest.

If the back chop hit its mark, Karen would step back, and search for anything with a element of steel in it-whether that was table leg, chair, or hell even sledgehammer.

Karen herself would of been happy delivering more punishment with her own hands, but one more glare in Libertys direction, gave her the suggestion to up the pain, courtesy of any blunt hard foreign object she could get her mitts on.

Needless to say, LIberty was relieved when Karen eased up on the choking, mentally and physically. Not only was it nice to take in some normal breaths of air, but she didn’t have to worry about the indignity of getting choked out like a little kawaii bitch in a hardcore match.

So that was nice. The chop on her chest that followed wasn’t.

Karen brought it down as Liberty was still busy sputtering from the choke, landing right across her breasts. You could almost see the red mark through her sweaty t-shirt, and the former champion could tell anyone it hurt like fire across her skin. Liberty hissed and staggered away towards the corner, where she promptly laid against the turnbuckle for a little rest. The table shot was still wearing on her, but she could feel her second wind coming on. She just had to be conscious when it arrived.

Stepping back, the tall blonde powerhouse didn't even bother to check to see if her choke/chop combo had wounded Liberty. The cocky heel just presumed it did. Essentially Karen had left herself open to attack; her back might as well have a big target on it, had Liberty not being hung up on the ropes in the corner like a deer caught in a fence.

Bending her huge figure down, she again looked to try her hand at a little chair-head ping pong, with Liberty's head being of course the target, as Karen again grabbed the legs of a steel chair.

Turning, she didn't have the intention of broadcasting her swing like she did last time-this time instead aiming for a mild shot at Libertys waistline, almost trying to jab the edge of the chair in. Whilst it wouldn't have near the power of swinging the chair over her own head and back down, Karen was confident this shot would at least hit, if Liberty failed to react of course.

Even with all the pain she was going through, Liberty had to smirk a wee bit as she stood there, trying to support herself in the corner. Karen was supreme, overconfident bitch, but at least she was tough. She was a good fight. Real good and tough. It was nice to know she wasn't the only big, bruising, busty brawler in the AFW. Hell, if Karen didn't seem so singularly focused on being such a cunt, Liberty could’ve seen herself liking her.

As it was, though, she felt that ramming a chair into her stomach wasn't a good way for a friendly relationship to start between them. The chair jabbed slid into her gut and hammered the abdominal underneath, driving the air clear out of the former champion.

Liberty gasped and fell out of the corner while she clutched her stomach. She dropped down to both knees for a moment, then scrambled forward and managed to get one of her feet on the ground. It was certainly not a pleasant time, but at least Karen wasn't going full tilt just yet. She could work with that.

Liberty looked over her shoulder and managed to throw a weak smirk back at her opponent. ”Getting under your skin a little bit!”

Not in the best position to talk smack, but she couldn't help herself.

Karen could of laughed as that chair hit its target; considering the last attempt couldn't of missed more. She took a step back as Liberty fell to the floor, intent on not providing a single bit of her to lean on or catch as she did so. Despite being the overconfident 'supreme' bitch she was, Karen couldn't deny that her foe took the hit like a champ. Karen might of held back a little so the chair shot was guaranteed to hit, but it was still a hard hit nonetheless.

And then Liberty went and ruined it by opening her trap once more.

"Tch, you just don't know when to pipe down.." Karen gave a light nudge with her foot to the side of Libertys head, her face again turning to one of frustration. The chair in one hand, her other hand on her hip, she brought her leg over Liberty, so that she had a leg either side of her waist.

Slowly lowering herself, the big blonde would look to roughly sit on her foes back, chair still in one hand-in the hopes that her huge blonde figure pressing straight down on Liberty's body would shut the former champ up.