Shanari ‘The Ravager’ Drackanov vs. Libby ‘Liberty’ Vella - Making New Friends

So. Liberty was in some tricky shit.

She was on her back, looking like she’d just run through a warzone. Couldn’t move much. Couldn’t do terribly much of anything but lay there and wait for Shanari to follow up. Probably with a submission hold. Shanari seemed like she was big on those. Or some kicks from those bare feet of hers. Why go with the no-shoes look if you didn’t want to kick people?

Instead, Liberty got something decidedly kinkier.

Her eyes widened when Shanari crawled over her and started lowering her ass down on her face, blocking out the arena lights above them with her sculptured ass. A good ass, no question, but Liberty didn't like the way it was coming down. Not in this scenario. ”Don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare-”

As it turned out, Shanari did dare. She dared hard.

Liberty let out a muffled scream into Shanari’s ass, a wail that rumbled through the flesh and made it all the way up the Ravager's spine. She went into a fit, kicking and bucking as much as she could...which wasn’t much, with her weakened and battered body. All she could really do was try to turn her head to the side, hoping she could get some air, steal a few stray breaths.

" You will learn never to even think about smothering me.. " Shanari hissed as she pressed her ass down upon Liberty's face, muffling those sounds as she also went for the smothering pin, her hands coming down to Liberty's arms, aiming to push them down upon the hard floor to make sure things more difficult for Liberty, not to mention make the pin a formal thing as the referee came close to start counting.

" One! " Was the first thing the referee said, though Shanari was irritated with Liberty being able to turn her head to the side, breaking the smother but not the pin, something that Shanari planned to keep for as long as possible, using all her weight to keep her big opponent down.

Was that what the facesit was all about? The little breast smothering that had sent on earlier? Liberty was honestly surprise that Shanari was holding such a grudge over that - it was hardly a rare sort of thing in the AFW, and she liked to think her own pair were among some of the better ones to get shoved in your face.

But if that was the game Shanari wanted to play, they’d play it. Just as soon as Liberty broke the pin.

”2…!”

It wasn't easy, and Liberty just barely managed to do it, but by some miracle she managed to shoot her shoulder up in time to break the count, with only a fraction of a second left to spare. She flopped down weakly right after, still reeling from her botched elbow drop. But alive.

Before the referee had the time to even raise her hand for the third count, the pin had been broken by Liberty's strength. Shanari was forced to roll away from her opponent and back on her feet, having taken the short moment of rest to recover and not have her back killing her with every simple movement she made. It was definitely still giving her irritation though, not allowing Shanari to rely on her power to go for slams or anything like that, not to mention Liberty wasn't exactly a light weight between them, which would make the woman laying on the ground a lot more easier to work over.

Shanari moved towards her opponent, trying to roll her over onto her stomach so she could take a seat on her lower back, wanting to grasp her arms and drape them over Shanari's thighs before she would clutch her chin with both hands to go for a dreadful camel clutch. She thought about an armbar to keep working the arm that had suffered from that failed elbow drop, but the back was more important against a heavy weight like Liberty.

This was bad. Really bad. Liberty was hurting all over, Shanari had a good position on her, and it didn’t look like she was going to relinquish it anytime soon. She knew she needed to do something to switch things up, but she was currently at a loss to figure out what that something was. She wasn’t the most cunning strategist in the best of time, and crashing through a table hadn’t done wonders for her mental faculties.

So, once again, she was at the mercy of the merciless Ravager, going along as she was flipped over. She grunted, trying to fight the move, but she was hurting too much and Shanari had the superior position. It wasn’t happening.

She bit back a shriek as her neck was jerked back and and her spine was wrenched, with her long hairs flowing over Shanari’s body. ”Camel Clutch?” She grunted, speaking as best as she could. ”Couldn’t...gah. Couldn’t think up something more original?”

With her opponent locked up in the camel clutch, she was going to start dishing out her own damage after taking some of Liberty's strikes and slams. " Later. " She replied rather coldly, more focused on wearing her opponent down for more flashier moves rather than risking a counter equivalent to what she had just done to Liberty. Off course Shanari wasn't a high flyer, more enjoying having her opponent squirm between her legs as she tests the thickened shell of their skulls but right now she couldn't complain what she forced Liberty into now.

She shifted her attention back down to the woman, deciding to change the hold a little to satisfy herself and her opponent's attitude, releasing Liberty's chin so she could wrap an arm underneath it while the other arm would move to the side of Liberty's head, locking in a chokehold as she began to pull back hard to both choke and test the endurance of Liberty's back.

As much as Liberty liked - no, loved to talk smack, sometimes she really had to learn to shut the fuck up.

She was already getting yanked back in the camel clutch, and it had became seriously apparent that Shanari didn’t like her too much. She shouldn’t have pushed her. Shouldn’t have dared her to do something she easily could’ve done. The smart thing would’ve been to just bear the clutch and wait for it to end - but no. She just had to get her shit in, and this was the price she paid.

”Oh, come on, no, no-” Her protests were cut off as Shanari clamped on a sleeperhold, putting Liberty into genuine panic mode. The camel clutch she could take, but this variation at the real potential of knocking her out. She needed a way out. Fast.

The big thing she had going for her was the weight advantage, she figured it was best to work with that. As Shanari wrenched the hold back, Liberty started to pull back, getting her legs under her. From there, she’d try to straight power out of the camel clutch, rising to her feet while the Ravager clung tight. It wouldn’t fix the sleeperhold problem, but she’d deal with one crisis at a time.

Giving Liberty what she wanted, Shanari would begin to apply pressure, grinning rather wide as it seemed that the woman wasn't going to have a big mouth this time, mainly because she would only lose unnecessary air if she did. The Russian beautify pulled back rather hard, squeezing her arms tightly around her neck to keep on choking her while her rear would lightly press and grind down upon Liberty's back just to get comfortable, and to tease her more.

The big girl wasn't going to remain in this position for long though as she began to power herself up and through the camel clutch, soon her feet coming down upon the hard floor once Liberty had risen up enough and would release her all together, wanting to take a step back and bring a foot up to try and shove Liberty forward by pressing that foot against her lower back, wanting to create some quick distance.

The crowd was clapping along as Liberty struggled to her feet, egging her on every inch of the way. She appreciated it. Or, at least, she would have, if she could’ve heard it. Right now, though, Liberty’s head was pounding so hard that she couldn’t hear much of anything over the steady drum beat of her raging heart.

But she did it. She pulled through, got to her feet, Shanari be damned. And he reward for all that effort? A kick in the back.

Liberty barely had time to enjoy the fresh air before she was kicked and sent stumbling forward. She tried to keep her legs under her, but couldn’t help falling to a knee when she got close to the apron. Determined as ever, she grabbed hold of the skirt and started to pull herself back up…

Shanari had dodged a bullet by forcing the woman away, knowing that it wouldn't have ended well if she stubbornly remained on the woman's back like a leech and squeeze that waist until she gave in. Off course, it would've been a nice experience before the inevitable counter. " You're tough. " Shanari commented as she was back on her feet, rubbing the side of her neck as she tried to relax her body and continue the fight.

it wasn't much of a compliment she'd give her opponent, though it was the least that she would get from the sadistic Russian, who rubbed the side of her body next that had suffered that steel boot tap. She would make her way back to Liberty when she noticed the woman starting to get back up, trying to surprise her with another hold, wanting to go for another flank and face Liberty's back, wanting to press herself briefly up against it so she could bring a leg over Liberty's thigh and dive her head underneath the woman's armpit and wrap her own arms around Liberty's neck to go for an ab stretch next.