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

Well, Shanari was giving her a compliment. The bitch sat on her face and seemed hell bent on breaking her in half, but hey, at least she gave Liberty a glowing review.

”Thanks and fuck you.” About as polite as she was willing to get.

Before Liberty could get too far, Shanari moved on her, not giving her a moment to breathe like the intelligent grappler she was. Liberty barely had time to struggle as the Ravager worked her way into position, and by then it was too late - the hold was locked in and the stretching of her abs began.

”Damn…” Liberty grit her teeth hard as her powerful body was stretched to its limits, pulled further and further back with the punishing hold. She was low on options, too - if there was a conventional way to escape this hold, she didn’t know it.

Luckily, this was a hardcore match, and that gave her options. With her free arm, Liberty reached over and grabbed one of the small monitors that had went flying after her hellacious crash. She picked it up, leaning forward just enough to get a good ankle, and threw it towards Shanari’s face, hoping it would connect and make her let go.

Shanari was far from dominating her opponent with punches and kicks, but the idea of twisting, squeezing and bending her opponent to the point where they cry out for mercy was much more stimulating to her senses than any strike would deliver her. She licked her lips, wasting no time to start wrenching Liberty in the hold, really looking to pour as much strain that this hold could give her opponent, wanting to attack her waist and back to the point where the damage would be visible in tempo.

Unfortunately her plan was brutally interrupted with the hard object that was thrown to her face, hitting the side of her forehead and barely missing the corner of her eye, though it did the trick it was used for, making the Russian release Liberty and stumble backwards, both hands coming to her face as she bend forward to protect herself further, clutching and kneading the spot that hit her but it certainly left her defenseless for a while.

Not exactly a textbook way to escape the abdominal stretch, and the wrestling school would definitely have disapproved...if Liberty ever went to a wrestling school. She was self-taught for the most part, getting her training off the streets and in the cages. It was that experience that led her to scooping up the hardcore championship, and she was expecting it to give her the win tonight.

When her plan worked and Shanari let her go free, Liberty stumbled forward, rubbing her midsection. Despite popular opinion, she had a fairly solid core going, good power around the middle, but the Ravager’s attack had, well, ravaged her muscles. Hurt like blazes just to move them and stand back up, but she forced it to happen. She had an opening to take advantage of.

With Shanari staggering back, Liberty spun about and moved in for the kill, running towards her foe and shooting her leg out, trying to hit her in the face with a stiff Big Boot.

If she had a list of things she had been hit by in her career of this federation, then the monitor would have been one of the top three that had hurt her enough to instantly release her opponent, Sarah Gatt's fist to the face still being the first one for the time being. Liberty's counter attack was going to be a close second on that list when Shanari was once again introduced to Liberty's boot, but this time it came to her face rather than her side!

It was enough to bring Shanari's own feet from the solid ground as she dropped down onto her side, rolling onto her back as both hands came up to clutch her face once more after the fall. Shanari really needed to hurt Liberty's face just as bad as the stinging pain she was feeling right now, closing her right eye tightly as she cursed softly in Russian to herself, not even thinking about getting up or roll for some safer distance.

If there was anything sweeter than the sound of a heel connecting with the face of an unsuspecting bitch, Liberty didn’t know about it and she surely didn’t care.

Down Shanari went, flattened, as Liberty stumbled past her and nearly crashed into the apron. Her feet were still a bit steady from the pummeling that Shanari had been dishing out, but she could stand - mostly. She needed a little help from the apron, and while she leaned on it, she looked over and saw a unique opportunity.

Shanari was on her back. That meant that Liberty could either go for a pin...or get a little payback from past transgressions to her face.

She chose payback.

With Shanari on her back, Liberty dropped down her knees, scrambled over while she was still reeling from the boot, and crawled over the Ravager’s body until her ass - large, pale, and barely covered by her panties and skirt - was right over the Russian’s face, pinning her shoulders down with her legs.

From there, it was just a matter of taking a seat. Which Liberty did. Right on Shanari’s face.

By now Shanari's head was throbbing in pain, a rather annoying experience she had liked to refrain from fights though it was ultimately inevitable, specially when her opponent was throwing monitors and steel tipped boots in her face. She was fortunate enough not to get her nose broken by that, but there wasn't any time to thank her lucky stars as soon enough she noticed Liberty crawling over her, not allowing the Russian to roll away and soon enough getting getting a much less detail view than the ceiling provided, eyes widening slightly when she realized what the woman was planning to do.

She found her shoulders pinned, not allowing her arms to do much and the only thing she could do was complain. " Don't you fucking d--- MH! " Which was restricted as well when Liberty decided to plant down on her face, causing Shanari to kick and shift her legs against the hard floor, which were the only limbs she still had free will over. She couldn't turn her head away due to the weight and right now she was the one feeling panicky and humiliated that her opponent managed to return the favor!

”Oh, I’m daring.” Liberty smirked, as she prepared to take a seat on Shanari’s lovely face. ”Just watch!”

Down came Liberty’s ass, covering Shanari’s face in entirety, engulfing it, letting not a wisp of air slip through. She’d worked up a sweat, which would make the smother all the stickier and sweeter. This wasn’t a smother match, true, but at this point it might as well have been - if the Ravager wanted to make this about smothers, she’d match her.

Liberty swiveled her hips, working Shanari’s head from side to side and working her deep in the cleft. She enjoyed that for a moment, before lifting her ass up and giving her foe a chance to breath...only to drop her ass down hard again a second later, slapping her in the face with her cheeks. A process she repeated over and over.

Lift. Drop. Lift. Drop.

”Like the view?” Liberty lifted her butt up once more, wiggling it right in front of Shanari’s face. ”Give up any time you want, Ruskie!”

Shanari was in a whole new world of humiliation as Liberty began to squash her face underneath that large ass, denying her any air and only gaining a higher temperature as it went on, her face stuffed between those barely covered cheeks only made it harder for Shanari to focus on struggling free. Her arms were trapped, she had a full weight woman on her face and she wasn't exactly gaining anything like this!

She was able to get some air thanks to Liberty lifting up, though it also prolonged her suffering, her lower body arching from the hard ground whenever it became too much though she refused to give in just because Liberty had a smother over her, still trying to yank her arms free as the woman was teasing her with that large butt some more, though at the moment Shanari was more focused on breathing than answering.

Liberty could’ve done this all day. Literally.

Shanari was a good fighter, had some great skill, but she was a skimpy thing. LIberty had, at least, thirty pounds on her, and she could’ve pinned the Ravager with ease for really any amount of time. Knock her out with facesits, let her wake, then sit down again and repeat the process. Would be an awesome way to spend a Saturday.

But she didn’t have that much time, did she? There was a match to do. She could only indulge so long before the crowd got restless.

So, back to business then. Satisfied that Shanari had been significantly weathered, the former hardcore champion stood up and grabbed her foe by the hairhorns once more, yanking her back up whether she liked it or not - probably ‘not’, if Liberty had to guess.

Once she was up, Liberty pulled back and tried to toss her back into the ring, wanting to starting finishing Shanari off where this whole thing had jumped off from.

After the whole facesit smother ordeal Shanari was pretty much out of it for the time being, having more attention directed towards breathing properly and cooling down rather than try to send an elbow or something at Liberty to make the woman let go of her. With her hair used as handle bars, she could only go along for the ride and get up onto her feet, dragged to the side of the ring to start things off inside again.

With her face red and a little sweaty, it was harder than usual for Shanari to recover, being rolled under the bottom ropes and back into the ring, though she would try to roll further than Liberty had planned, wanting to roll herself to safety and get back up onto her feet using the ropes on the other side of the ring.