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

Liberty let out a loud, bellowing laugh as her kick connected spot on with everything she had behind it, hitting so well that she’d almost thought Ksenia had thrown her face into the blow, like some kind of crazy woman. The white-haired Russian didn’t make much noise at all from the impact, but that wasn’t a surprise - the girl seemed completely unable to raise her voice to anything above an inside voice. Maybe something was wrong with her throat. Whatever. Sex with her had to be weird as hell…

She was going down now, stumbling, and Liberty saw this as the perfect opportunity to act. Ksenia was a freak, sure, but she was human - probably ‘roided out like Ivan Drago, but human. Liberty couldn’t wear the metal pads on her boot like she did in hardcore matches, but a punt in the head would still do heavy damage.

She went into a run, charged towards her foe, full blast, brought her leg back in preparation for a classic penalty kick, and wound up diving into a right cross. Or an uppercut. Or a hook. It happened so fast, she wasn’t really able to tell.

Liberty damn sure heard the blow, though, as sonorous crack rang through the arena, followed by the sound of over a thousand Japanese people hissing. They watched as the former champion’s body went ramrod straight, her neck arching. She took one wobbly step, then another, before her legs gave up and she fell down flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling with rapidly blinking eyes. ”What…?” She muttered and started to sit up. ”What was-”

After delivering such a mighty blow fuelled by nothing but pain, adrenaline and pure power, everything started catching up to Ksenia, everything specifically being the massive amount of pain in her face that is. With the aftermath of ache accompanied by a massive stinging sensation the Russian stood in the same pose which she was in once she struck Liberty for a couple moments longer, doing her best to breath before she abruptly fell onto one knee, slamming her fist into the canvas as she went down to prevent herself from falling fully.

For the first few moments Ksenia stared down at the canvas, subtly panting as a singular bead of sweat dropped from her forehead. Once she did have the energy to redirect her gaze forwards however, what she saw went far beyond priceless.

It was quite clear that Liberty didn't have a clue what had hit her, literally, she looked to be incredibly confused about what had happened. Either that or perhaps the Russian girl had somehow managed to punch some sense into the previous hardcore champion. That seemed very unlikely though, somebody like Liberty was very obviously beyond sense.

"Cream-puff?" Ksenia questioned while showing the most emotion which she had so far in the form a subtle smirk, even that minor smug expression leaving her as she pulled herself back into a standing position with a large intake of air, entering back into a defensive stance rather than advancing towards Liberty. No doubt her opponent would come to her, with her thoughts drowning in anger no-doubt. Then would be the perfect time to strike.

Seconds passed. Awkward, awkward seconds.

Liberty had grown used to the rhythm of a wrestling match over all these years, and she knew damn well what was coming next. Not exactly, but she knew something painful should’ve been happening to her in the immediate future. She was wide open, prone, with her body parallel to the ropes. Never a good position to be in.

But nothing happened. And, after that awkward moment passed, Liberty sat up fast to see why - Ksenia had just moved away, and was standing there with that same bland, expression on her face, betraying no emotion, save for that solitary, single word.

It gave the impression that Liberty wasn’t being taken the least bit seriously. This did nothing to improve her mood.

”Motherfucking…” She sneered, then rolled to her back and shot her legs up, rising fast with a kip up. The second her feet touched the floor, she bounded forward and threw her weight behind a vicious right straight aimed at Ksenia’s face, followed by a left hook to pile on the pain. One way or another, she was going to make Ksensia scream, if it was the last thing she did today.

There were two major upsides to Ksenia leaving Liberty alone instead of continuing to persist with some form of attack. Firstly, it allowed the Russian to calmly retreat back into her usual defensive stance, making sure that she had the distinct upper-hand when the conflict resumed.

Secondly, it acted as an insult to both Liberty and her skills in it's own subtle way. Sure she could have continued striking her when she was vulnerable, but she didn't, almost as if the previous hardcore champion wasn't worth the effort, or even worse, that she wasn't even recognised as that much of a threat.

With the singular aggravated word accompanied by the fast paced way Liberty had prepared herself to get back into the fight, it was clear that Ksenia's previous prediction had come to light, as she knew it would. Liberty was mad, and she clearly had something to prove, now even more so than before. Without pause the previous hardcore champion came shooting at the Russian once more, renewed ambition in her step as she went straight in for a powerful looking right hand, clearly aimed for the face. Having had enough time to prepare for something of this nature, Ksenia raised her left hand to catch Liberty's first strike, her iron grip managing to adsorb a large amount of the force.

As should have been expected though, one single punch isn't all Liberty was going to do. Not having enough time to block both attacks Ksenia ended up being socked perfectly by the left hook, her head momentarily snapping to the side as she was forced to release a slightly louder grunt, fresh saliva flying from her mouth and onto the canvas as she moved. Not intent on taking something for nothing, Ksenia used her iron grip on Liberty's fist to pull her closer, bringing up her own right hand to smash her opponent straight in the stomach.

On paper, Liberty should’ve loved this fight. It was a slugfest, and outside of it being a real hardcore brawl, that was the best thing she could’ve expected in the squared circle. She hated taking on people who couldn’t deal out as good as they took, and she loved a challenge, which Ksenia was turning out to be in spades.

But damn, was this bitch pissing her off. There were people Liberty hated more than Ksenia, but she was the first to ever get so high on the list in such a short time.

Her fury was evident in the roar that came forth when one of her fists was caught and the other struck pay dirt. Cracking Ksenia in the face was the most satisfying thing she’d done all match and probably the most effective, but she had little time to celebrate - her foe was returning fire.

Air flew from Liberty’s lips as the fist sank in deep, a well-executed uppercut that found its mark. Her knees sank, but she rose up again only a moment later, determined as ever. She stood up and wrapped her free arm around Ksenia’s body, pulling her in tight and close for a clench. A rough move, but an attempt to use her height and weight advantage to the fullest, hoping it would be enough to push her opponent into the nearest corner.

As it was with Liberty, Ksenia also enjoyed a challenge, even if she didn't say or do much to make it known. And indeed this opponent was proving to be much more of a challenge than she had expected. The woman could hit hard while taking hard hits herself, almost reminded the Russian girl of herself in some ways. A dirty, unorganised, highly idiotic version of herself. On second thought, she reconsidered the comparison.

Even if she didn't win, Ksenia would be sure to leave an impression on everybody who had witnessed her here tonight in her debut match. Of course, she didn't have any plans on losing this, especially not to somebody like Liberty, no matter how strong she might have been.

With some thumping pain lingering in the side of her face from where she had been hit, Ksenia prepared to continue her retaliation against the enemy wrestler when she found herself being pulled closer. This wasn't what the Russian girl expected as this kind of close range was what she excelled in, what could have Liberty been planning? Not needing to think on it for long at all, Ksenia realised that Liberty was trying to force-ably move her into the nearest corner, now that wouldn't do at all. Ksenia refused to be silently shoved backwards into the tight confines of the corner, and she would make it known.

Whilst Liberty tried to move her, Ksenia would use her head to repeatedly and aggressively strike wherever she was able. Though this would probably hurt Liberty, it took Ksenia's main focus off of preventing herself from moving, therefore if Liberty persisted through the pain and kept up her efforts, Ksenia would end up dumped straight into the corner without a doubt.

The two titanesses hadn’t been fighting for that long - a minute or two, maybe - but sweat was already beginning to well up between them, at least along Liberty’s body. Part of it was because her cardio could’ve used some work, but also because this was turning into a grueling bout, quick and fast.

That sweat was beginning to mingle between them as Liberty pressed on, breast against breast, thighs against thighs, shoulders to shoulders. You’d almost be forgiven for mistaking for an erotic embrace, if not for the way Ksenia was unromantically using her skull for bludgeon

”Ah!” One headbutt. ”Grah!” Two. ”Fuck!” Three. Liberty’s push was working for it, but Ksenia was making her pay for every step, all the way until she finally tossed her into the corner.

She was too hurt to immediately capitalize, however. Liberty stumbled back a few feet, reeling from the blow, rubbing the sore spot and clearing her head. When she looked up and saw Ksenia before her, enough sense returned to attack.

Without even a half-second of hesitation, Liberty ran forward, opened her arms wide, jumped and threw her entire body at the Russian, going for a powerful body avalanche, shrieking like a mad banshee along the way.

As was happening with Liberty, a decent amount of sweat had also started to make itself present all over Ksenia's body. The heat coming from thousands of people and strenuous physical activity caused the production of sweat to happen much faster than it normally would, and though she wouldn't complain about it the Russian wasn't a fan. She didn't enjoy being dirty in any manner and always immediately wants to wash when something gets on her, more of an incentive to deal with this washed up ex champion fast.

Unfortunately it was clear that such a quick finish wouldn't be so easy, as despite Ksenia headbutting Liberty multiple times she had managed to persist through the pain and move the Russian girl to the tight confines of the corner, sending her slamming into it back first with an aggravated growl. As aggravated as Ksenia could express that is.

Not in the best physical place after just using her skull as a temporary hammer, Ksenia gave her head a slow shake, trying to dispel any discomfort so that she would be able to continue easier when a horrific shriek of colossal proportions rapidly caught her attention, her gaze rightfully redirecting to in-front of her when she was suddenly slammed with a whole lot of Liberty, the weight and pure power of the move squishing her into the turnbuckle and sending a shock-wave of pain shooting up both her front and back, her previous grunts actually turning into a decently audible pained gasp.

Actually rather stunned from the sudden mighty smash, for the first time during the match so far Ksenia stumbled forwards, and if not caught by Liberty she would end up on her knees.

There was a worry in the back of Liberty’s mind as she charged forward, a slight hint that, maybe, Ksenia would dodge her avalanche at the last moment. The Russian didn’t seem too fast on her feet, but she’d shown some surprising speed when she grabbed that fist, and her whole style seemed to revolve around Liberty bringing the fight to her. Which she was currently doing in a big way.

Luckily, Ksenia didn’t move, took the move head on, and got all the force from it. Liberty stepped back and watched the fruits of her labor, as the silent Russian fell to her knees before, more vulnerable than she had been the entire match.

Her first instinct was to kick her in the face, but after what they’d been through, that seemed a little anticlimatic. Ksenia had worked her way on Liberty’s shitlist, which mean she deserved special treatment. Moves that Liberty only reserved for the worst.

Liberty arched her back, let out an a lion’s roar, then bounded away from Ksenia at full speed. She hit the ropes a second later, bouncing off and picking up more momentum with every step she took towards her opponent.

The former champion waited until the last moment, the exact last second, then jumped up, spun about and threw her butt hard towards Ksenia’s, aiming to smack her with a powerful Running Hip Attack.

This Liberty woman was proving herself to be much more of an annoyance than Ksenia had first anticipated. Back where she had originally come from, nobody ever had enough strength to force her to her knees, that mere action was beyond humiliating all in-itself. Something was building up inside of the Russian, something which she hadn't truly felt in a long time, but nevertheless, something that Liberty in-particular seemed to be bringing on.

Suddenly, the realisation hit her, Ksenia remembered exactly what she was feeling. Angry. Though she didn't much show it on the outside, the feeling itself was undeniable. Even in itself, the knowledge that she had been made angry only secretly enraged her more. Such a potent emotion, brought on by such a moron?! Truly unbelievable!

Keeping her composure in-tact, but being secretly furious about it nonetheless, Ksenia looked up from her kneeling position to see what Liberty was planning, her focus quickening as the bitch released a loud roar of preparation. Fitting considering that she was clearly nothing but a mindless animal.

No matter how much of an animal she was though, Liberty was coming straight back for Ksenia at high speeds. Yet, she didn't seem to be preparing for anything. Coming up with an incorrect retaliation in this situation risked being even worse than just taking the move, so the tough Russian decided to do just that, storing as much of her strength as she could while continuing to stare forward with her usual dead-pan expression.

Unfortunately for Ksenia, things couldn't have been worse, and with the split-second she had to understand what her opponent was doing, Ksenia regretted not moving. Due to still being on her knees and the height difference between the two, Ksenia got a real face-full of Liberty's sweaty ass, the impact causing her to release another pained gasp as she bounced back and smacked into the corner, the small section of the ring actually shaking from the impact force.