Liberty Vella vs. Estela - The Cure For Ennui

There was nothing wrong with Estela’s kick on the surface. It was a good one. Liberty wasn’t exactly an expert on those kinds of strikes, rarely using anything more complicated than a boot to the face, but she could say the green bean’s blow felt like taking a whip in the tits.

But Liberty was pissed. And when Liberty got pissed, little things like pain and hurting and aching tits mattered much less to her.

To Estela’s credit, she kept on the path she was going and gave Liberty exactly what she was asking for, swinging her leg out in a fierce arc that only ended when her legs was deep in the former champ’s flesh. The only difference was that, this time, she wouldn’t get the leg back.

Liberty wrapped her arms tight around the leg and clutched it against her, holding as hard as she could managed. With a snarl and a yell, she lifted Estela up, twisted about, and attempted to toss her opponent hard into the nearest corner, not even particularly caring how she crashed into it or which body part made impact first.

Estela smashed her shin against Liberty expecting the woman to go crashing down into the mat and writhe in pain. Instead, her eyes were wide with shock as Liberty caught her leg as she began to balance on one leg.

She watched as Liberty began to rise with her foot, getting harder and harder for her to stand up on her remaining leg as she reached out to try and grab onto any part of Liberty for balance. She did not have the reach for that as Liberty was well out of reach before she took one step and sent Estela flying.

The strength that the woman had was on full display, sending Estela crashing into a corner side first, her ribs crashing against the buckles as she cried out. Hand shooting down to her side as she slumped into the corner, things were not looking good for her.

Fucking finally.

Throwing Liberty into that corner wasn’t the biggest thing she’d ever done in her life, but it was definitely one of the most satisfying. After all the shit Estelle had talked, all the little tricks she’d been trying to pull , it all ended up with her getting tossed in the corner and getting dropped on her ass.

And Liberty was going to let her out of that corner anytime soon. Not if she could help it.

She came in like an avenging angel, hard and fast and full of fury. Gripping the ropes tight for balance, she lifted up her boot and brought it down towards Estela’s chest, hammering her into the turnbuckle. One, twice, three times, each with more power and fire than the last, making sure throw her full weight into each blow to maximize the effect. She owed this snobby little bitch a lot of pain, and she planned on paying it back with interest.

This was bad. This was really bad for Estela as she moaned out, trying to will her body to move and quickly get out of the corner. Liberty was much faster than Estela gave credit for as she was already blocking her escape from the corner and began laying in boot after boot. Exactly what Estela was trying to avoid, each hit was thunderous and they were just simple boots! The stomps would force out the air in Estela's lungs as she took hit after hit, slowly dropping down onto her butt.

Now in the worse position, allowing Liberty to take all of the vengeance that she wanted without reprieve, Estela could only recoil with pain and grunts, trying her best to cover up and lessen the horrendous, but not undeserved, beating!

Stomping a mudhole in Estela’s ass was a supremely satisfying experience, one that was only exceeded by sex in Liberty’s mind - and not as much as you might’ve thought, either. She could’ve done it all day. She would’ve done it all day, except.

[b]”Stop it! Liberty, back off!”[/color] The referee pulled at Liberty’s shoulder, trying to get her to move out of the corner and bring the beating to an end. It worked, too. She backed off.

After she grabbed Estela by her hair.

”Come here!” Liberty started to walk back, dragging her foe along with her whether she liked it or not. Maybe she couldn’t stomp her for all of eternity, but that hardly meant she was out of ideas.

Thankfully there was only five seconds maximum that Estela had to endure, if those 5 seconds passed she would've won with a DQ. Not the most spectacular way to win as a part of Estela, even with being stomped down like this, didn't want that to happen. Luckily for her, the ref girl managed to get her out of the corner but unfortunately for her Liberty yanked her with her by grabbing her hair.

"Tch!" Estela growled out as she was forced to follow Liberty, she reached up to grab on to the wrist holding her by her hair. Stumbling out of the corner she wasn't going to let this lumbering brute have her way with her. She may have lost the advantage by allowing Liberty to hit her, but she was not out of this fight just yet. Attempting to free herself, Estela attempted to twist her body to try and smack Liberty in the leg, trying to start chopping down the bigger woman.

Liberty gripped Estela’s hair extra tight as she pulled her out of the corner. Just the color alone was enough to really get out of her skin - this little bitch had gone for such a lame color as ‘lime green’. The most fru-fru of green shades, one that made Liberty’s eyes hurt just to look at it. It was like the bitch was custom-designed to piss her off in as many ways as possible. And it was working.

She had only gotten a little ways away before Estela made her escape attempt, smacking Liberty in her muscular, meaty thigh and earning a surprised, angry grunt from the former hardcore champ. It hurt. Sure. Of course. But enough to make Liberty ease up? Not quite.

If anything, it just pissed her off more, if such a thing was possible. She vented this anger by raising her hands up, bringing her fists together and dropped them both down the small of Estela’s back, hitting her with a clubbing double axe handle.

Estela's eyes widened, she knew that kick must've hurt because her own leg was stinging with how hard she hit the meaty leg of Liberty! She growled out, trying to hide her whines of pain when Liberty yanked her out of the corner by her hair. The force of the pull while also trying to stable herself after the kick, left Estela unbalanced as she lurched forward in front of Liberty, exposing her back to the clasped fists of Liberty.

The double ax handle crashed into her back, immediately flooring Estela as she dropped chest first into the mat. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" she cried out, throwing an arm back around as she arched off, face twisted with pain before attempting to get to her knees.

That blow was wickedly painful, Estela was plenty sure she could name the times she was hit that hard on one hand. With one finger. Liberty. Her face scrunched up, eyes tightened fiercely as she arched back, groaning through her teeth!

Down came the ax handle, bringing Liberty’s solid weight along with it. Full of power. Full of hate. It had the intended effect to, sending Estella into the mat with a satisfying smack that shook the ring. Liberty loved the cry of agony that came from her opponent, and she was tempted to just keep piling on the pain.

On the other hand, maybe, just maybe this was a good chance to end it while she was all stunned. Or at least see how much this beatdown was hurting her.

”Come here!” She dropped down and pushed Estela on her back, right before she flopped down and pressed their chests together, going for the pinfall. The referee slid beside them and started the count up, slapping her hand hard against the mat.

”1…!”

Estela squirmed on the mat as she was trying to force herself back to her feet, but the pain throughout her back was preventing that as it allowed Liberty to push her over. THe larger woman laid down on top of her, the modest set of Estela was being swallowed by Liberty's larger one. This was really bad for Estela, not only did she have lesser power to kick out due to her back, but she had to work even more with Liberty on top of her.

"2...!"

Kicking her legs about, Estela knew that she wasn't kicking out so instead she attempted to slip out, pulling on Liberty's body to try and slip her upper body out towards her own legs! "Screw....you!"