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

”So, no offense.” Liberty grunted and hauled Shanari along, leading her forcefully across the aisle. ”But I think I’ve got the better smothering ass than you. Just being honest.”

Just a little conversation, some banter to keep things heated between them. Liberty had to admit, she was enjoying herself quite a bit, here. Shanari was kind of a bitch, but the sort that she enjoyed putting down.

She rolled Shanari into the ring and slid in after her, only to find her opponent going farther than she wanted, making her job that much. ”Come on, really?” Liberty yanked the ropes and pulled her way back up, then stomped after Shanari and reached for her ankles, hoping to drag her over to the center of the ring.

”Nuh-uh, hornhead. You’re getting this spanking, like it or not!”

Shanari was no fool, refusing to let Liberty get even remotely close to her at some point as she headed over to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, their support being necessary to rise up and recover before the woman could grasp her, which was exactly what she did when she managed to take a hold of her ankles and being dragged to the center again.

The Russian had to act quick, gritting her teeth as she tried to yank her ankles free from the woman, not wanting her to build a momentum after that smother and instead trying to wrap her legs around Liberty if she could get them free, wanting to go for a waist scissor and perhaps even twist hard enough to bring Liberty onto her side for even ground!

Now things were about to get interesting. So fucking interesting.

Liberty wasn’t exactly sadistic, but she did enjoy dishing out a good beating, particularly to someone who could both take it and deserve it. Shanari fit that description to a tee, and she reached out, grabbing that bare ankle of hers with a greedy, anxious hand.

What she wound up pulling back, however, was pain. Quite a bit of it, too.

Her eyes widened as Shanari’s legs opened wide like a steel trap, pulling her in and wrapping her up. Thighs like iron clamped down hard, filling her midsection with a hard, crushing pressure that took her breath away.

Liberty cried out and fell to her side, writhing around between the constricting legs. Panic set in, and she tried to pry the legs apart, then started beating away at them with that fell

Interesting. Yeah.

Now that she had Liberty on her side and caught between her legs, it was time to give her a tremendous amount of pain! She grinned wide as Liberty tried to force those legs from her body, to which Shanari would answer by squeezing rhythmically, making sure that Liberty was only able to take it while Shanari placed her hands upon the mat to add more strength to her legs.

While Shanari preferred her fists over her legs, they were far from being the weakest elements of her arsenal of holds, and scissor holds would definitely bear fruition once she was able to put someone in them! She said nothing, clenching her teeth together as she focused solely on crushing her opponent!

That smile was the worst thing.

Oh, the pain from Shanari’s legs was bad, sure. It was hard to tell with her MC Hammer pants, but the Ravager had quite a pair of thighs going on, both of which were very capable of slicing a stomach right down the middle, as Liberty was learning in the most agonizing way possible.

But the smile on Shanari’s face just made it worse, along with the silence, an annoying empty that let Liberty fill in the blanks with ease. She was being taunted, quietly taunted, which made the whole experience twice as bad.

She grimaced and gave up on prying the legs apart. That was just not happening. At all. No, if she wanted to be free, she had to take care of the source. The stupid, grinning source.

Shifting gears, Liberty lashed out with her free arms, throwing out wild punches with both fists, aiming right for the center of her stupid, smug face.

Things were simply going fantastic for Shanari now, who was making it feel like she really wanted to break Liberty into two and win this match just with sheer power! Off course her opponent was still resisting her though she would have to choose a better escaping method if she ever wanted to be free from those dangerous legs.

Shanari couldn't really relish in her hold and momentum for long as Liberty decided to attack her head on, literally! She was given a few blows to her face, causing that rather confident look and smirk to disappear, instead bringing her arms up to block her face while she loosened the hold enough so she could try and pull her legs back and roll away for safety.

‘When in doubt, throw punches and hope for the best’. It was a philosophy that typically worked in Liberty’s favor when her back was against the wall, and this was, thankfully, one such time.

Her punch landed, dead on, and got the desire result: her body was freed from Shanari’s constricting thighs, no longer under their crushing pressure. Her opponent was in defense mode, too, and Liberty would’ve loved to follow up on that and bash her face into the mat. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option at the moment. She was a little bit busy, what with her ribs being in agonizing pain and everything.

Instead, she made her way up, gingerly grabbing her ribs and hissing as she rose. Even with all that, she still managed to smirk Shanari’s way, no qualms about showing how much she was enjoying this.

”Trying to get me between your legs, huh?” She tossed her hair back and started to circle Shanari, closing in with caution. ”Could’ve just asked.”

" I don't need to ask if I can just force you to. " She would respond sharply as she was back on her feet, rolling her shoulders a few times before her complete attention went back to her opponent that decided to circle her, narrowing her eyes as she slowly brought her arms up and shuffled her feet in a little spread, slipping into her grappling stance as she simply waited until she thought Liberty was not going to reaction time.

She turned her body to face Liberty and then lunged in, trying to grapple her opponent's head and pull it down briefly until her face was close to Shanari's breasts, though this was merely a distraction for her to start sending knee and knee deep into Liberty's tummy.

Shanari still had plenty of fight in her. Both a good and a bad thing.

Bad, because she was a dangerous bitch who’d proved she could put the hurt on Liberty in unique ways.

Good, because Liberty still had plenty of payback to dish out, and she wanted her foe to be conscious and clear when she did.

The two moved towards each other, closing in fast, and Liberty prepared for the titanic crash...until she found her vision covered by Shanari’s perky breasts, shoved right into her face. They were nice, no denying it, and Liberty particularly liked her tits sweaty, but she had a bit of a hard time appreciating it when there were knees digging into her stomach.

”Guuh!” One landed, hard.

”Nnh!” Another one, right on the bellybutton.

”Fuck!” And one more, felt like it caught a rib.

Liberty’s midsection was being destroyed in short order, and she’d be on her knees in another second or two. Fortunately for her aching body, she had no intention of letting that happen - she took one more knee before she reached out and grabbed the leg, holding it tight against her body.

With a feral scream, she lifted Shanari up and charged forward, going full tilt towards the nearest corner and ramming her opponent’s back into it. Full speed, full power, full fury.

With things going more into her favor, it was time to punish and tear apart her opponent who thought it was a good idea to give Shanari a faceful of fat butt! The things she had planned for Liberty were well over a dozen, but to execute them was going to be difficult with Liberty not showing many signs of weakness. Her knee dug into that belly, each time seeking to deepen the impact and drive the air completely out of the woman!

She might have overstepped her limit of strikes when Liberty managed to seize the attacking leg, causing Shanari to arch a brow and quickly try to yank it free. Liberty was rather resilient at releasing her and with that roar, she was lifted off her remaining foot and forced right towards the turnbuckle, having no way to use her feet to hold her ground nor have a leverage to work with as soon enough she was squashed up against the corner, ironically having her air driven out of her lungs instead, sandwiched between the hard corner and Liberty's warm body, making things worse for the Russian!