Ranka Shumisen Vs. Liberty Vella: Hardcore match!

Ranka's feet drove down onto the barley padded floor of the ring, and the redhead would click her tongue in frustration, " Tch...missed." She let out in an annoyed manner at missing her chance to put the lights out on the former Hardcore champion for a quick finish.

The red clad wrestler would soon step up towards Liberty's downed frame and look to try and get a handful of that hair as she'd attempt to yank the woman up into a seated position by it. If all went well she'd pull her right leg back and attempt to send it forward with tremendous power right into Liberty's large chest! Looking to smack a bit of life and air out of the woman!

With such a big and powerful gal as Liberty was she was going to have to work out a way to make her tired and drained so all that weight and power would just become a nuisance for her! So work the body, and head seemed like the best idea to Ranka.

A little perspective was needed here.

On one hand, Liberty was not in a good spot. Ranka was definitely in control for the moment, and she was going to press that advantage, most likely in painful ways that involved grievous bodily damage.

On the other hand? Her skull hadn’t been caved in. Glass half empty, glass half full.

She’d just started to sit up when Ranka thankfully helped her along, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back up to a sitting position. But just for a moment, before a kick connected in Liberty’s chest and sent her back down to the floor. Right on the tits, too. Bitch.

Getting more irritated by the second, Liberty rolled over to her battered chest and started to push her way up, groggily getting back to her feet.

The redhead wasn't going to show any mercy in this match, after all wasn't that the point of a hardcore bout. Perhaps this hardcore champ couldn't handle her ? Nah...she doubted that was the case. She'd only been with Liberty in the match for short while but she could already tell that this was an entire different caliber of an opponent.

Ranka's kick struck right at home and it released a rather pleasant smacking sound as knocked the raven haired woman down hard onto her back. With the Japanese woman starting to move up besides towards Liberty's frame, she'd attempt to reach down for a handful of the woman's hair yet again. Looking to pull up one of the Hardcore Icon's of AFW up towards her feet in a doubled over position and then attempt to shove the woman's head in between her legs.

Trying to set her up for a powerbomb and should Liberty give her the time needed then the redhead would try and roll Liberty up onto her shoulders and then attempt and powerbomb the woman down onto the outside of the ring.

Liberty had only been able to enjoy her little nap on the floor for a few scant seconds before Ranka moved in again, wisely keeping up the attack. She couldn’t fault her fellow hardcore wrestler’s technique - the woman was smaller, but she knew how to press an advantage.

She hissed as her long hairs were gripped tight and she was hauled back to her feet, the mane she took so much pride in making an excellent handhold. She figured that Ranka would nail her with some more punches or a shot from the steel chair or something. What she got instead was a bit more surprising.

Ranka was clearly a well-built woman, had a lot of muscle going on, but between the two of them, Liberty had the obvious weight advantage. Nonetheless, judging by the way she shoved her head between her thighs, it seemed like the redhead was going for a powerbomb. That took balls. Couldn’t deny.

Didn’t mean Liberty was going to eat it, though.

Before Ranka could lift her up, Liberty dug down deep, stood up, and straightened her back, tossing her foe up, over, and onto the apron with a backbody drop.

Ranka was after all the kind of wrestler who liked to keep up a constant assault, if she couldn't do that then there was always a chance for her opponent to make a comeback after all. Though the fun opponents were the ones who could do so even as she was pummeling them into nothing.

The redhead had set her eyes on powerbombing the former champion since the match had started and she was looking to do so right here and now, that she had settled that skull in between her legs, reaching forward to wrap her arms around the woman and start to lift....

Though....

It didn't seem as if she was the one lifting Liberty, for a second she wasn't sure what was going on but as her view started to turn from looking out at the crowd to looking down at the mat, she kinda realized what had happened. The moment fly by so quickly and before the redhead knew it, her lower-back impacted with the barley padded floor for that brutal back body drop. " Akgh! " Ranka croaked out as her right hand quickly slipped down against her back to hold it trying to simply quell the pain anyway that was possible.

Liberty lucked up a bit - it just so happened that, when she threw Ranka overhead, she was standing in the right spot to watch the big screen as Ranka took her nasty tumble, getting to view it all its 30-foot-tall, high definition glory.

Lovely to watch. But after the hurting that Liberty had taken, she wasn’t in the best way to really capitalize on the opening. If anything, she needed to sit down. Recuperate. Draw back her eneriges.

So, Liberty did sit down.

On Ranka.

To be specific, she jumped back and landed ass-first on the redhead’s chest, hammering her right into the unforgiving floor, mercilessly coming down on her newest rival with all her weight. Guaranteed to knock all the wind out of her, and be funny as hell.

Ranka cursed out after the moments of absolute pain had subsided, the very first moments of impact that sent massive jolts of pain, after those had subsided and all that was left was that annoying throbbing feeling, the redhead cursed and groaned out, shaking her head a bit after the painful backdrop she had just taken.

It didn't seem as if Liberty was about to let up any time soon, as that plump rear soon came crushing down upon Ranka's breasts, squashing them down as the weight of the sizable former Hardcore champion caused the redhead to gasp out in pain. Shaking her head a bit from the impact as she coughed out from the air rushing out from her lungs!

Liberty didn’t like to think she was an evil sort of woman, but she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a serene sort of thrill to coming down on Ranka’s chest like that, delivering some serious pain in the simplest way. It was good to be on top of things. Figuratively and literally.

In fact, while she was in this position, she might as well make the most of it.

Liberty scooted back on Ranka’s body, enough to sit down on her sit down on her stomach, then reached forward and pressed against her chest, pinning her shoulders to the ground. The referee, who’d just dared to slide out of the ring and get close, dropped to her knees and started up the count.

”1…!”

Ranka groaned out as she looked up at Liberty with half open eyes, shaking her head a bit as she then felt the woman slide down onto her stomach and press her hands down firmly against Ranka's impressive rack. The ref girl even sliding out and starting up that count...the redhead was quite surprised to say the least. Eyes widening...

" Kh!.." She clicked her tongue and snarled out as the ref raised her hand up and was about to drop it down for the second count. " Tw-..." though she was interrupted as Ranka would shoot up her shoulders off of the ground and swing her arms up, looking to have one or both of them clock Liberty in her own large chest or her face. More of a wild flail of both of her fists.

Yeah, Ranka kicked out. She was a tough bitch, so that wasn’t a big surprise to Liberty, she just wanted to give it a try and tire her opponent out a little bit. She was fine with that.

What she was not fine with was getting punched in her tits.

”Ah, fuck!” She hissed as Ranka’s wild flailing struck the side of her boobs, making them bounce about and stinging like blazes. She had intended to just get up and pull Ranka to her feet, but now she was taking a little detour.

Liberty raised her fists up and brought them both down as she fell forward, throwing all of her weight into a double axe handle, meant to strike the dead center of Ranka’s chest. That’d knock some of the fight out of her, get the bitch to be more pliable.