Liberty Vella vs. Estela - The Cure For Ennui

Liberty was known for a lot of things - facesitting, hardcore wrestling, skimpy clothing, body scars - but one thing she was certainly not known for was an abundance of patience. She liked her fighting like her fucking, hard and fast and brutal, and if there was one thing she couldn’t put up with, it was stalling.

So, yeah, Estela was pissing her off in earnest, now, and it would only get worse.

She was getting pushed back by the referee, shoved across the ring while Estela was given precious time to recover. That would’ve been bad enough by itself, but then she felt something wet hit her face. A glob of something slimy that landed near her eye, ran down her cheek. Her eyes narrowed, her vision focused, she saw Estela’s lips in that telltale puckering position, and then it all clicked: the bitch spit on her.

”Motherfucking-” The referee had never really been able to hold her back, but she sure as hell couldn’t anymore, as Liberty broke free and came bounding after Estela. The green-haired witch was smart enough to flee the ring, and the former hardcore champion was in hot pursuit, storming after her and shouting curses every step of the way. Somewhere in the back of her head, she realized that this was probably some kind of trap, that Estela was attempting to lead her on, but it was drowned out by the larger portion of her brain, the part that wanted to stomp this bitch into a little smear on the canvas.

Spitting was so degrading, so uncultured, but by god did it felt great to lob a loogie right into Liberty's face. Even if she knew it would put her on the path of unrelenting pain, which was why she was smart enough to roll out of the ring and keep on running as Liberty broke away from the ref girl and came chasing after her. A cocky smirk was plastered on her face, she would've been incensed herself if someone spat in her face. But that just meant she knew just how angry her opponent was, even if she didn't see the burning fury that was on her face and the resounding hatred seeping into every single word that Liberty screamed at her.

Speed here was of the utmost importance for her Making a half lap around the ring, Estela would dive back into the ring, rolling forward to quickly get back onto her feet.

Looking to catch Liberty by surprise, she would wait for her larger opponent to slide back into the ring before attempting to run and deliver a low dropkick to nail her right in the face and keep her down. It would be a hell of a lot easier to keep Liberty down rather than trying to get her down from a standing position.

[b]”Boooooooooooooooooooooo![/bo]

The crowd wasn’t liking this little Cat and Mouse bullshit anymore than Liberty was, watching as the former hardcore champion was forced to chase Estela about the ring, looking like something out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon. And not a good one, either.

There Liberty was, storming after her lighter opponent, always several steps behind, driven by her insatiable urge to hit Estela in the face with the nearest available object. It was a pressing desire, one that overrode other thoughts. Like, for instance, the one telling that following her into the ring was a bad idea.

She slid in after Estela. She took a dropkick in the face. She went down.

Liberty fell flat on her chest as the blow left her stunned, stars dancing about her eyes while the taste of Estela’s boot lingering on her tongue.

The fans were booing, not impressed with this little showing of cat and mouse. Estela knew that this was smart wrestling, but the casual wrestling fans didn't like it when intelligent wrestling was put on display. It irked Estela a bit, still considering herself a hot act and the act of booing her infuriated her.

Abandoning her thought out plan of picking Liberty apart with fast hit and runs, she decided to show this fans why she considered herself a top act and that they should see her as such. Laying on her stomach, she tucked her head and arms in to perform a flip up to her feet but she wasn't just going to wow some people with a flip. She wanted to wow all of the fans in attendance so that by the end of this they would be speaking praise of her ability.

Rushing off to the opposite ropes once again, Estela would spring back towards the downed Liberty and attempted to deliver another low drop kick aimed for Liberty's head.

If Liberty hadn’t been so rocked by the kick to her skull, she might’ve smiled at the response Estela was getting, or at least’ve been confused on how she could be so confused by it. Running away from your opponent and sneak attacking them wasn’t typically the sort of thing that gained you the respect of the masses.

Her thoughts at the moment were geared to more important things than popularity contest, though. Things like standing up, which she was currently having some trouble doing. She’d just begun to push up, getting up to her knees, when she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

”Ah, fuck-”

Her curses were cut short when she took another dropkick to the head, this one landing squarely on her cheeks. It knocked the daylight out of her once more, and she wound up flopping over to her back and laying out spread-eagled, staring up at the arena lights with a vacant gaze.

Picking up the pace now that she got the big woman down on the mat, cutting her work effort in half and now allowing her to start putting the screws to Liberty. Smirking out, Estela thought that would liven up the fans. However, just two dropkicks wasn't going to throw them into a frenzy, no matter how good Estela believed she was.

Laying on her back, Estela tucked in her knees to her chest as she once again kipped up, exerting bits of her stamina in order to continue showing off. This kind of activity was surely going to drain her in the later course of the match, but Estela was confident that she would be able to finish before that became a problem.

Walking over to the downed Liberty next to the ropes, Estela grabbed onto the top rope while placing her foot on the second to push herself up into the air, giving herself more momentum to come crashing back down with her foot aimed at Liberty's chest!

Goddamnit. Goddamn it, goddamn it, goddamn it.

Liberty would’ve vocalized her current displeasure, but her head was frankly hurting a bit too much for proper speech, with her jaw aching quite a bit from the doubled up abuse. It felt like she’d taken a baseball bat to the head, and she was one of the few people in the AFW who had the experience to say that without exaggerating.

She was clear enough to know she needed to get up, though, and that Estela would abuse her advantage as hard as she could. There was just one little problem…

”Wha- That was the only symbol she got out as Estela came into her view from above, a mere moment before she brought her heels down hard on Liberty’s chest and dug them in deep. While the former hardcore champ was naturally gifted on that area of her apartment, her breasts didn’t act like airbags, despite what people thought. Instead, it felt like daggers driven right into her chest, and she acted accordingly as she roared and rolled away, caressing her battered breasts.

Jumping up into the air as she drove down her foot as hard as she could into the chest of Liberty, foot slamming down right on the boob as she sprung off. Watching Liberty roll away from the ropes, Estela's lips curled into a smile as this was fueling her ego doing this to a former champion! Confident that she had Liberty where she wanted her, vulnerable and ripe for the beating she was about to receive.

Walking after the retreating rolling Liberty, Estela would reach out to grab of Liberty's long hair in her hands as she would yank on it. Trying to pull Liberty up to her knees, she would look to start chopping down the larger woman with some hard hitting moves. Lining up her leg as she took a step back, she attempted to nail her right in the chest with a stiff kick, looking to bash in her chest with her shin!

”Fucking hate you…” Liberty growled as she buried her face into the mat. ”Fucking hate your fucking guts…”

It wasn’t too likely that Estelle could even hear what Liberty was saying at the moment, but that was okay. It wasn’t really for her. It was more of a cathartic thing, as she tried to think of all the nasty things she was going to this mint-flavored bitch when she finally got her hands on her.

But, fun as it was to dream, that hadn’t became reality yet. Right now, Estelle was controlling things, and she kept that going by yanking Liberty’s head back with a vicious pull on her hair - of course her damn hair, why wouldn’t she grab her damn hair - yanking her back upright, and shooting a field goal on her tits.

The former hardcore champion let out a grunting roar as her upper body was rocked, forcing her back, only to lurch forward a second later. That hurt. That hurt a lot. But she still had the wherewithal stare up at Estelle, her gaze dripping with venom. ”Is that it?”

Estela rammed her leg into Liberty's chest as she expected the woman to go falling back into the mat. However as hard as she kicked into Liberty's chest, the woman did not collapse back as Estela's eyes widened and looked at the sitting woman. This was bad, if Estela couldn't get her back down on the mat, things were not going to look well for her as she heard Liberty taunt her.

"Tch! You want more!?" Estela let out, convinced that she could put down Liberty if she kicked hard enough as she took a step back, getting into kicking position. Twisting her hips she threw another stiff kick aimed at Liberty's chest, looking to succeed in her original plan!