Ksenia Krochka vs. Libby 'Liberty' Vella - First Impressions

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO

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Another night, another episode of Friction, the most popular wrestling show in all of Japan - and, perhaps, the world.

Things were fairly upbeat for this episode of Friction, for a variety of reasons. The crowd had been treated to some good matches in the first hour: an energetic affair between two of the older wrestlers, an impromptu ladder match, a hentai match that somehow ended in a simultaneous orgasm. Good stuff, lewd and crude.

But, as the show turned into its second hour, an energy began to grow, quickly reaching a fever pitch. The word was that Liberty - the former hardcore champion, a fan favorite, always known for sacrificing life and limbs in her matchups - was coming out for a surprise bout, something the higher ups had scheduled last minute. And, when her music started up, they began to cheer, expecting her to come out, slap hands, bounce about like she always did.

They were disappointed.

”Cut it, cut it, cut it!” Liberty stepped out from the back, wagging her finger. ”Cut the music!”

Much to the audience’s chagrin, the music did, indeed, cut out a moment later. A little sad, but all eyes were on her, now, and she intended to use the platform.

”I know what you’re all thinking.” She snorted as she strode towards the ring. ”Here comes Liberty, they must have a hardcore match going down, right? Wrong!” She shot her fist high into the air. ”Just like usual, the higher-ups are trying to keep hardcore wrestlers like me down. Guess what? They’ve put up in a debut match. A standard debut match.”

That got some boos from the crowd, and rightfully so. Liberty had been hardcore since she first stepped in the ring, all the way, so shuffling her on a standard match seemed like a waste. Not only that, she had to do someone’s first match in the AFW. That was fine for rank and file wrestlers, but her? She was a former champ. A big contender for the hardcore title.

”I know, right!” She rolled into the ring, her long hair trailing along fast behind her. She popped to her feet, quick as a whip, and turned to face the entrance. ”Listen, Kse...Kesen…” Damn it, five minutes since she last heard and Liberty was still having a hard time remembering what she went by. Why couldn’t Russian names be easier to pronounce?

”Whatever your name is.” That got a chuckle from the crowd, though Liberty wasn’t here for that. ”Sorry, but there’s no way this is going well for you. I’m one of - no, the best hardcore wrestler in this whole building, and if you thinking throwing rules at me makes me weaker, you’re damn wrong. You want to come out and here and get wrecked? Fine by me. But I don’t want to get a rep for beating up newbies. So first and only chance - just stop whatever you’re doing and walk off. Go home. Save yourself some bruisers, and skip this match.”

With that gauntlet thrown, Liberty stepped back  and tossed her mic to the side, waiting for Ksenia to show up...if she reacted in a negative way. Maybe she’d shrink away from the fight. Maybe she’d come out. Soon, they’d all find out what kind of woman this was

Seeing that it was her first match with this organisation, Ksenia had decided that it was a good idea for her to pay attention to some of the other matches which were taking place before hers. Safe to say she had been truthfully disappointed with what she witnessed.

If every wrestler in Friction was to the level of quality of what she had seen earlier, climbing to become the best shouldn't be as much of a problem as she previously anticipated. Who knows though, perhaps she would be pleasantly surprised, surely it was the least that she could ask for considering this was her first match.

Certainly the Russian girl was fully aware of who she would be wrestling today, but nothing could have prepared her for what she heard whilst organising herself right behind backstage. It seemed that the woman who would be her opponent ordered a cut of her own music, strange. After one last adjustment to make sure her top stayed in position, she slowly strolled closer to where she would be exiting in a few moments, leaning up against a nearby wall with an expression as bland as sandpaper, curious of what Liberty had to say.  

"K-s-e-n-i-a." She slowly sounded out to herself as Liberty thoroughly failed to pronounce her name, barely paying attention to anything else the other wrestler said due to that soul fact bothering her far more than whatever her opponent was saying combined. No matter who she was before, or how entitled she thought she might be. The only place she's going to end up after the match is over, is the canvas. Not moving, preferably.

Once Liberty had finally stopped going on Ksenia gave her head a brief disapproving shake, pushing herself off from the wall which she was leaning on and heading out towards the ramp, her own surprisingly calm entrance music being played once the match officials were given confirmation that she wasn't going to turn tail and run.

For a brief moment while she was on her way down to the ring she seemingly hesitated and stopped moving, turning around to look at the massive speakers playing her music for a moment before continuing walking forwards without issue. The tune itself reminded her of home, and for only the briefest of times she had decided to indulge herself in a little bit more of the quiet before the inevitable storm.

After reaching ringside Ksenia gradually climbed up, clearly in no form of rush as she spread the ropes a bit, making it much easier for her to step through them and enter into the ring. With her blank expression unwavering, she payed little to no attention to Liberty and simply walked to what she assumed was her corner, leaning up against it before finally looking to acknowledged her opponents existence.

"I have seen harder-core in children's teddy-bear." Was Ksenia's only dull statement towards Liberty, the new Russian girl making reference to what Liberty had said earlier about her being the best hardcore wrestler in the whole building. The girls accent thicker than Molasses as she made no more effort to try and offer up any communication, her next action being her raising her fists, clearly ready to do something more meaningful than chatting.

Liberty wasn’t the least bit surprised when her opponent’s music started up, showing that her warning wasn’t being heeded. Not that she blamed Ksenia, really - if the positions were switched, she would’ve done the same thing. Actually, she would’ve come running out and pummeled her opponent with a baseball bat, but that part was mostly her. Regardless, in wrestling, you didn’t ignore opportunities like this.

She was, however, a bit surprised by the music itself, though. Softer. Calmer. Distinctly Russian. It was a sharp contrast to the fast-paced tune Liberty stormed in with, and the woman it accompanied was much the same. She canted her head to the side as her opponent strolled out, lackadaisically strolling towards her. The music was light and Ksenia was light, nowhere near Liberty’s height and build. She wasn’t quite a kawaii, but it was clear that, if the AFW had weight classes, these two would never even come to fighting each other.

Liberty stood in the middle of the ring, tapping her foot as she waited for Ksenia to come in and take her place. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure her opponent had noticed her, until she finally spoke up. And oh, what words she’d decided to say.

”Huh?” Liberty snorted. ”That a fact, cream puff? You just keep right on thinking that. Right until I lay your ass out…”

Liberty took a few leisurely steps back to her corner, all the way up until the bell rang. The second she heard it, she went right into action and stormed towards her opponent at full speed, her long hair streaming behind her as she flew. Liberty moved in and tried to grab her opponent, looking to toss her into the corner - a spot she intended to keep Ksenia for a little while, if she could manage it.

If anything was definitely evident to Ksenia right now, it was that this woman had been very poorly educated in every sense of the word. Clearly that wasn't the only thing which was poor about her though. But to tell the truth after she had posed the dilemma to herself, Ksenia thought that she would probably do the same. After all, if your already stupid then what's really the point in bathing? Kind of seems like a pointless afterthought really.

With Liberty's snort Ksenia's thoughts returned to the matter at hand, mainly it was the match, though despite her clear stupidity, the deluded words of Liberty were rather entertaining, so they were worth some form of attention. At the very least.

"Certainly." Ksenia muttered out quietly in response to Liberty's brash statement, the Russian girl gently tapping the side of her head with one of her fingers to help signal the fact that she would indeed keep on thinking that, without the need to speak anymore. With the little time she had before the match started Ksenia took one deep breath in, gently exhaling after she had reached her limit, her arms moving in sync with her breath until they made their way in-front of her, at which time she leaned forwards a little bit, preparing for whatever her wild and most likely untrained opponent would do.

Without fail, the second that she was able Liberty bolted straight for Ksenia, prompting the Russian to edge herself forward just a little more, apparently still not emotionally invested despite having the previous hardcore champion hurtling towards her like a train which had gone off course. As the two of them were about to meet Ksenia did as her opponent was about to, taking a tight grasp of Liberty while simultaneously digging her heels into the canvas, wanting to stop the previously unstoppable woman in her tracks with nothing but raw strength.

Liberty was getting the distinct impression that she wasn’t being taken seriously.

It was achingly clear as she stormed across the ring, moving like a bull on the charge. She was twice her opponent’s size, and while she wasn’t the fastest, once she got some decent momentum, she could flatten just about everyone in the AFW. Men included.

And this little Russian doll looked like she couldn't have given less of a fuck. You would’ve thought a puppy was running towards her.

That just drove Liberty harder, and she came at Ksenia with all the power she could muster, ready to leave boot marks all over her face, hitting her with a resounding, shattering impact, throwing all the might she had to give…

...and getting not much of anything back in return.

”The fuck?” Liberty croaked as Ksenia managed to bring her advance to a sudden halt, and she wasn’t the only one in the arena with that kind of reaction. Now that she was up close and pressing body-to-body, she could get a better feel for her opponent’s power, notice the incredible strength underneath that soft skin.

But once Liberty got her mind on something, she wasn’t one for changing paths. She powered down hard and drove forward still, planting her feet and getting the bulk of her weight into the effort. ”Get the fuck back!”

Though she didn't show it on the outside through expression, Ksenia was both highly amused and satisfied with the reaction which she had gotten from the audience as well as Liberty. People are always so eager to jump to conclusions based on somebodies appearance, to such a degree that it's often their own ignorance that causes their downfall. Such would most likely be the case with Liberty.

However Ksenia's sense of satisfaction didn't stop with the reactions she received, things were actually better than that. Despite Liberty's useless boasting it was quite clear that she had truly earned the title of hardcore champion at one point. This woman had some strength behind her, perfect. The Friction roster wouldn't learn to be intimidated by the Russian if she went around beating down the weak. But if she started off her career in the AFW by taking down a previous champion? Her true strength would be shown off right from the beginning.

Now that Ksenia had stopped Liberty's initial charge from continuing forwards, it was time to show how a real wrestler advances. Making sure to keep her heels firmly cemented to the canvas Ksenia would do her best to establish herself by holding off against her opponents pushing for a few moments, eventually fighting back with her own powerful pushing, shoving forwards with as much strength as she could muster, not attempting to do much at the moment besides move the enemy wrestler back as far as she could.

"If you wish for me to move. Then why do you not make me?" Ksenia questioned quietly, seeing if she could manage to piss off the previous hardcore champion to an even further extent.

Liberty rarely, if ever worked out - at least, not in the same way most people worked out. She’d been born with a pretty solid natural strength, taller and sturdier than most women, and she’d enhanced it through a lifetime of running from authority and fighting and having to lift heavy things and lug them around all the time when she was helping out different groups. She wasn’t a bodybuilder, but she’d always had the strength to overcome just about anyone the AFW could throw her way.

Until now.

Liberty was larger, had the weight advantage, and yet Ksenia wasn’t just managing to hold her charge off - she was advancing. The Russian was pushing Liberty back, slow but sure, much to the amazement of everyone in attendance. Even the referee dared to get close to them, as if she had to see if there was some trick going on.

That alone was infuriating enough, but then Ksenia had to go and pour salt on the wound with her taunt, delivered in that same robot tone. That ticked Liberty off something fierce, and she was all too eager to show it.

”Watch me, bitch.” With the two of them locked up and pushing each other, Liberty reached behind Ksenia’s head, grabbed her hair, yanked it back, then drove both of their heads together with a vicious head butt - not the smartest move, yeah, but Liberty had always been a more ‘heat of the moment’ sort of fighter.

Sure enough, with only the use of words alone Ksenia had managed to anger Liberty to an even further extent, how awfully predictable. It's for this very reason the Russian never doubted the rigorous and challenging training which she had been subjected to in her home country. If you show emotion in such abundance and variation it's quite clear that you aren't properly in-control of yourself, and if you can't even control yourself, how are you supposed to ever really be taken seriously in a fight in-front of thousands of people?

As was to be expected with Liberty, smoke was soon accompanied by plenty of fire, the rough looking previous champion rapidly taking hold of Ksenia's long hair before aggressively yanking it backwards and smashing their two heads together. "Mf." The Russian girl grunted in discomfort as the entirety of her vision flashed white for a moment, the blunt force pain taking a moment to kick in, but kick in it did.

For a moment after the initial heavy impact it might seem as if Ksenia was going to topple backwards, as her body did indeed sway back for a moment until she abruptly caught herself mid movement, literally throwing her head forwards as she did so to nail Liberty with the same kind of hit she had gone for mere moments ago. Like Liberty, Ksenia knew fully well that this probably wasn't the smartest of moves. But now she needed to prove a point to the previous champ.

Anytime you can hit, I can hit harder.

For Liberty, the worst thing about the headbutt wasn’t the pain. She could work through pain easy enough, had taken far worse than the mild dizziness going through her skull at the moment. No, the part that irked her about the move was that she was too dazed to really tell how much her opponent had been hurt by it. She swore Ksenia made a little grunt from the blow, but she might’ve coughed, too. It was hard to tell.


This was starting to feel like fighting a small, mellowed out Terminator with nice tits. Liberty was starting to understand why the AFW higher-ups had thrown her in this.


Her glazed eyes were starting to clear up, when she saw something moving fast towards her head out of the fog - Ksenia’s head, coming right back towards her with just as much force as she sent it away with. Thanks to the height difference, the blow landed right on Liberty’s nose and sent pain spreading out from there. She wasn’t sure if it had gotten busted or not, but she wouldn’t be surprised if she started smelling blood in a few seconds.


Liberty stumbled back a few steps, shaking her head from the heavy blow, until her back found the ropes and bounced her off of them, propelling her back towards the little Russian Wonder. Deciding to just roll with it, Liberty kept going, gritted her teeth down hard, steeled herself, and raised her leg up high as she rushed back towards Ksenia, trying to hit her with a Big Boot in the face. Maybe that would spark some life into her.

Though she might not have shown it much, it was quite possible that Ksenia was in as much pain as Liberty was. Unfortunately for the Russian, just because you possess the ability to endure a lot of damage, it doesn't mean that you don't feel it. Indeed, no matter how mighty of a person you are, at the end of the day you're not a super-hero to any degree, and having a previous wrestling hardcore champion headbutt you really fucking hurts.

Perhaps after that little display of strength Liberty would start treating her as an actual threat rather than a roadside attraction, truly the pain which Liberty had inflicted only inspired Ksenia to win even further, so win she would.

After also being forced to give her head a quick shake after the impact, Ksenia wasted no time before resealing herself where she was currently standing, continuing to watch Liberty with that same deadpan expression, curious of how the street urchin would decide to strike this time. Whatever she decided to do, it was clear that it would probably be reckless and most likely dangerous for the two of them, a concept which only filled the Russian with even more hidden anticipation.

Right on time Liberty came charging back at Ksenia without a care in the world, her exact intentions unclear until it was too late to dodge. Within what felt like an instant, Ksenia knew that she would soon be facing a mighty boot straight to the face, so what would she do to counter? Unaffected by the concept of pain, Ksenia would lunge forward just a little way, actually purposefully planting her head straight into her opponents attack! The shock and the pain of the forceful smack echoed through her entire body as she actually stumbled down quite a way, almost moving into a complete crouching position before she burst back up without a word, using her intense pain as motivation to try and sock Liberty straight in the jaw with a right hand now that she was nice and close.

That one had really fucking hurt, but Liberty wouldn't get away with it for free.