Shanari 'The Ravager' Drackanov vs. Liberty 'Libby' Vella - Take A Deep Breath...

Match Type: Smother War
Victory Conditions: The first to knock out her opponent with a smother three times will be declared the winner. After each knockout, the loser will have to worship the body part on the loser that was used to knock her out for one minute. Whoever wins the bout will have full POW privileges on the loser until they leave the room.

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If Liberty had looked into the future from a year ago and saw where she stood now, she would’ve have had a few choice things to say about the situation. Mostly involving certain four letter words.

She was a hardcore wrestler. Had been since she stepped into the ring. She never dreamed that she’d not only be agreeing to a match like this, but actually suggesting it in the first. She never figured that she’d be going to one of the AFW’s ‘special rings’ - a large, private area they had in the back for their sexier matches, with a regular ring in the middle and shag carpeting all around the floor and a queen sized bed on the far side, just waiting for all sorts debauchery to be performed on. No tables to break, no chairs to swing, no fire extinguishers to spray.

Then again, she never thought that she would lose a hardcore match, either, to Shanari Drackanov of all people. And she certainly never expected that it would end with her getting a close view of Shanari’s ass, as the Russian ground away on her features.

So, fuck it. This was a New Year. Thanks to a friend of hers, Odessa Brock, she was learning to try newer, sexier things - no outright hentai matches, never those, but she could mix some sensuality into things. Now was as good an opportunity for it as any, she figured. While this was hardly the first match she’d ever lost, it was the first time an opponent had ever used her own tactics to seal the deal. Losing was one thing, losing while her face was used as a seat was another thing, particularly when a bitch like Shanari was doing it.

With a deep breath, she closed the door behind her and walked into the room. She took a moment to move past the bed, running her hand over the covers - nice, soft, plush. She could almost see her on it, forcing Shanari there, making her kiss her ass over and over again, having the haughty Russian all to herself. If there were any lingering doubts about this, that image put them to rest. Liberty was all in, no question

More than ready to kick this off, she slid into the ring and popped to her feet, nodding to the referee as she crossed the ring. There was no crowd to hype her up here, but she was amped all the same, a wild energy that she could barely contain. In a  moment Shanari would enter the room, and Liberty would have the second crack at her she’d been craving.

"Come on, bitch." She cracked her knuckles, bit her lip. "You and me."

Victory in a hardcore match was something Shanari always wanted and while it was something she achieved versus the big woman, things were left unsettled thanks to various smothers they had used against each other. There was little time for such intimate holds in a cage with people watching, thus when Liberty demanded a smother match in a more private settings, who was she to decline? She had put the girl in her place within that match, now it was time to completely smother Liberty out with every part of her bed and use that bed to really make the woman feel tamed afterwards!

She stepped in, stretching her arms up to release a taunting yawn, hearing what Liberty said when she had just took her first step into the room, which caused her to grin as she made her way to the ring. " I'm going to put you even further in your place. I will enjoy that tongue of yours worshiping every part of my body. " She would respond as she rolled under the bottom ropes and up onto her feet, stretching one last time before she rolled her shoulders, bringing her hands up in grapple, narrowing her eyes as she thought about how to start.

It was hard to really put a finger on what about Shanari pissed Liberty off the most, but she tried as the Russian made her way into the room.

It could’ve been the haughty way she carried herself, acting as if she owned the room and everything in it. The bitch didn’t speak too much, but when she did talk, her words were just dripping with hubris and contempt. Liberty could tell that she thought this match was a forgone conclusion, that there was no question in her mind who’d be leaving victorious.

It could’ve been the fact that she was kind of hot, too. The Ravager was certainly pleasing from head to toe. Hips, breasts, ass, even feet if you were into that kind of thing. Not the best ass she’d ever had shoved in her face - Odessa held that honor - but a good second. If they’d met somewhere outside the ring, with some drinks to lower inhibitions, Liberty would not have had a problem with more typical bed-related activities…

Maybe it was just that weird haircut.

Regardless of the reason, she was pissed the second Shanari entered the room, and it only got worse when she came into the ring and started talking shit. She could’ve said a lot of things back, she could’ve gone taunt for taunt with the Ravager, she would’ve loved to chew her out.

But she didn’t. The second the referee gave the signal, Liberty ran straight towards Shanari, raised her leg up, and attempted to hit her with a Big Boot right in the chest. Not the most tactical move, but this wasn’t exactly that kind of match, anyway.

There was too few people in her life at this moment she would consider an actual rival or lewd enough to smother silly. This match was a perfect example as to why there weren't that many at her disposal. It was a rather ruthless one, not many knew how to smother that did not involved a pair of breasts or an ass, but not Shanari. The Russian had wrestled and smothered for years, able to break down stalwart opponents like they were simple kawaii wrestlers who had never been groped before, perfect examples had been laid out before with the exception of maybe Natalia, who had one upped her during her debut match. Now that she thought back about it, that was certainly one she would need to repeat in the future should the woman ever return.

But right now there was someone right in front of her, in need of more punishment and smothered. She had smothered the woman almost completely out under her ass in their first match, it was time to completely smother her out under ab are ass now, with plenty of licking and kissing to boot! She grinned, raising her hands and lunged in to start things off with a lock up, or so she wanted until that massive boot came right into her chest, squashing those tits within her barely confined top and sending Shanari straight down onto the mat like a sack of potatoes. It was not the start she had planned in her head but right now that very same head was pretty much scrambled from the impact.

Liberty had been waiting weeks to kick Shanari in that smug face of hers, and she had to say, it was well worth the anticipation, even if her strike missed the mark by a bit. The mere sight of the Russian beauty flopping down like that brought a smile to her, and she knew it would only be getting wider as the match wore on.

”Off to a good start.” She bounced away from the fallen Russian, making some sace and shaking the ring with each landing. She liked the look of Shanari there, flat on her ass, hurting and disheveled, but she couldn’t help but feel she could make it even worse. Luckily, she had a good idea on that front.

With a few feet to gain momentum, Liberty ran forward, leaped up high, and attempted to drop all of her weight in the middle of Shanari’s chest with kneedrop, driving the point home right between those tasty tits.

She remembered that big boot all too well, glaring up at the ceiling in frustration as the woman had just practically imprinted the size of her boot in Shanari's chest and that didn't sit too well with the Russian! She didn't have the luxury to complain though, hearing what could only be described as a stampede coming straight towards her before it stopped, seeing a rather large figure coming down towards her and the twin bunned Russian did not have time to dodge it!

She rewarded Liberty with a loud cry as that knee slammed down right between her breasts, almost making them bulge within her top and threatening to explode out of it, both eyes closing tightly from the pain that sunk in but also the humiliation that went along with it! She hated to admit it, but this was not going to be her win if Liberty managed to crash that bigger body down onto her own!

Liberty was not what anyone would call a strategic sort of fighter, but she did have a way of thinking when it came to her matches, simple as it was. When she was on top, she liked to go full offense, and everything in her head was telling her to start raining down punches on Shanari, hammer her black and blue. As the haughty Russian thrashed beneath her, she even started to rear back for just that.

But then she remembered where she was, what this match was all about, and the golden opportunity in front of her. Or, rather, beneath, her.

”Heh.”

With a wild smirk, Liberty reached forward and grabbed Shanari’s hair by the horns, yanking her head forward as she slid up her opponent’s body, moving to pin her down as she went for the first smother of the match: a rough forward facesit that would have the Ravager’s mashed against her crotch.

When she thought about how to start this match, being on her back and having the heavy girl come down on top of her knee first was not even the last thing in her mind, her eyes tightly shut as she tried to catch her breath quickly, her hands pressing down upon the canvas, using her newfound grip to start bucking her body upwards, trying to catapult Liberty right off her so she could at least roll away, get some distance between them and lift herself up onto her feet. While the plan was solid, there was no execution for it, only a brief moment of relief when she thought she had forced Liberty off her but the woman used her hair to forced her head from the mat and getting the weight removed from her body.

The next thing she knew, the back of her head was pressed down to the canvas again, quite an amount of weight upon her face while it was being buried underneath Liberty's crotch, needing only a few seconds to realize what just happened and quickly struggled underneath her! She couldn't let Liberty secure her in a full down smother already, especially when she knew what it would mean if she would pass out!

Liberty had never been religious - like, at all - but she had to think there was some divine justice to what was happening right now. Granted, she wasn’t about to win the match, but no matter how things went, no matter what transpired, Shanari wasn’t going to be able to ignore the way this match started out. That was going to be Liberty’s own little prize. She’d wanted to wipe that smug smile off of Shanari’s face, she just didn’t imagine she’d be using her crotch for it.

It was working well, too. Sure, Shanari was fighting hard, nearly unseating her, and it was a fight to stay on top, but it was a fight Liberty was winning.

She had Shanari. Maybe just for the moment, but fuck, she was going to enjoy it.

”Not having fun, Ruskie?” Liberty let out a heavy, panting breath, and started to grind down hard on Shanari’s face, smashing her into the mat with the full weight of her hips behind every thrust. She wasn't sure if she could get off this way, and she frankly didn't much care - the act itself was enough.

Shanari would have a lot of answers for that question though with those hips hammering down on her face, almost squashing her skull into the canvas as a result pretty much silenced those words into low groans of pain. Her own legs kicked and shifted against the mat, not being in range for a knee strike in the back, which was not going to hep her in a easier way to dislodge the woman, thus had to choose carefully what she wanted to do if she didn't want to go out underneath Liberty so soon!

She narrowed her eyes when the woman seemed to enjoy herself, buried her warm face between those thick thighs while those thrusts were still refusing her air and only gaining more of that crotch in her face, her body arching up repeatedly to try and escape this gruesome pin while her air supply was running low, struggling starting to fade as time went on and instead tried to lift her legs up to try and catch Liberty around the head, trying to use that grip to pull Liberty off her.