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

It was funny, really. You might think that, after having gone through so many tables in her life, that Liberty would’ve gotten used to it by now. Not really. They still sucked, big time, and this one was now different. She was only dimly aware of what was going on, of her being dragged off, of her shoulders being pinned, of something plump and sweaty being plopped down on her face…

Oh. Oh.

The realization sliced through the fog of her addled mind, and Liberty began to weakly squirm about underneath Shanari, turning her head from side to side, desperate for both air and to get her shoulders up, even as the referee dropped down for the count.

”1…!”

Shanari certainly had a shapely rear and she wanted Liberty to realize that, bringing her hands down onto Liberty's chest for ' support ' while the woman underneath her was struggling, pressing all her weight down upon Liberty's shoulders in an attempt to keep her down though it was quite difficult already, narrowing her eyes as she had wished the referee would count faster, but there was nothing she could do about it other than trying to keep her opponent pinned!

" Two! "

The second count rang into her ears, her gaze going down at the struggling Liberty, using all her weight and strength to keep the woman down for the last count, squeezing down on her breasts and wiggling her ass down hard in her face to make sure she could not breathe!

Liberty was a tough bitch. She advertised that, but it wasn’t like she did nothing to earn the title. She’d fought the best. She’d held the hardcore title. She’d had some of the roughest, hardest matches the league had to offer.

But, at the end of the day, she was human. A big, strong, bulky human who could outfit 99% of the women in the league, but a human all the same. When she reached her limit, that was it, and she was certainly at that limit. She fought, she struggled, she did all she could to get Shanari’s ass off her face, but her body was just not having it, and the referee’s hand came down for a final time all the same.

”3…!”

When the third count came down, Shanari would ease up and straighten up, keeping her ass on Liberty's face while she panted hotly for air. Her back was killing her, stinging with every little motion she made yet adrenaline kept her from surrendering to it. Now she wanted to rub in her victory, looking over her shoulder at Liberty as she sank into her seat to get comfortable. She had to get off soon since the referee had just rang the bell, though she took the moment to relax.

" Not bad.. Almost had me with your big ass.. Next time, I will make you worship mine. " With that, she did a few full circle grinding, rubbing her ass all over Liberty's face before she would reluctantly get off, rubbing the back of her head against her lower back while her smirk returned, though it was a pained one. She might have been lucky with this win but at least it was still a win.

Liberty would’ve loved to turn her head to the side, avoided the smother and saved some modicum of dignity...but she couldn’t. That was the whole problem, really. She didn’t have the energy to fight, to kick out of the pin, or even to escape the smother. She was trapped there, laying flat on her back while Shanari’s sweaty rear rubbed over her nose and eyes and face, leaving her scent even when she stood up.

Liberty had been through some bad moments in recent years, her match with Gwendolyn being a low point. Somehow, though, this felt lower. If for no other reason than the fact that she’d been beaten at her own game - hardcore matches and facesitting. It was tempting to stay there, lay back, and try to forget this ever happened.

Simple. But not like her.

”Hey.” Liberty groaned and sat up, staring hard up at Shanari. ”Next time, huh? Let’s make that happen, then. You. Me. Smother match.” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with a long swipe of her forearm. ”When it’s over, you’ll be the one kissing my ‘big ass’.”