Liberty Vella vs. Estela - The Cure For Ennui

Liberty wasn’t exactly a technical wrestler - whatever the fuck that was supposed to be - but she knew how to put on a halfway decent hold, especially when she was holding down a living twig like Estela. She pressed hard, flattened her against the mat, and waited for gravity to do its work…

...only it wasn’t quite enough. Not this time.

Estela managed to kick out. Fine. Okay. Liberty wasn’t going to let that get her too pissed off. It just meant she had more work to do to get that extra second. She was ready and willing.

It was Estela’s mouth that she wasn’t about to deal with. ”No, fuck you!” She yelled back at her opponent, grabbed her by the green hair, then pulled her head upwards while she yanked her own, slamming their skulls together for a vicious headbutt.

Estela panted out as she managed to kick out from underneath Liberty, rolling onto her stomach to try and push herself up to her feet. But Liberty was right on her, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her to her feet.

Groaning out as the roots of her hair were being threatened with being yanked out of her head, Estela quickly found that there was something else to be worried about as Liberty's head came crashing into her's, bashing her with a violent head butt.

Estela's body immediately went into wack, stumbling backwards before finally succumbing to the debilitating feeling of weightlessness of her head trying to make sense of the shock and fell backwards into the corner, landing on her butt as she panted out with her head arching back. "Uuuuh..." she groaned out, trying to force her body to get back in shape but to little success.

Okay, so the headbutt maybe wasn’t the wisest thing for Liberty to do. It was really a much better desperation move, the sort of thing she should’ve only brought out when her arms and legs couldn’t do the job for whatever reason. But, as usual, Estela was pissing her off, and she had to shut that shit down in the most dominating way possible. The headbutt was just the first thing that popped into Liberty’s mind.And hell, it worked. Hurt like a bitch, but it worked.

And hell, it worked. Hurt like a bitch, but it worked. ”Now,” She shook her head, then reached down to grab Estela’s skull, holding it tight by the side. ”Where the fuck were we?”

Pulling Estela back to her feet, Liberty reached down around the smaller woman’s waist, hoisted her up, and attempted to drape her across her shoulders, attempting to hold put her into a torture rack and really work away on that back of hers. Submission moves were never really her thing, but this one was simple to use. And effective. And so damn fun.

Estela leaned her head back, moaning out as she was seeing stars after that vile headbutt. The crude and brutal move left Estela stunned long enough for Liberty to haul her out of the corner, lifting her up on her shoulder as she continue to be woman handled by the larger woman. Her eyes widened in pain as Liberty began pulling on her head and hips, wrenching her into a painful bend for a torture rack!

"Aaaaaaah!" Estela screamed out, it hurt like hell being bent like this but she quickly bit her lower lip. She wasn't going to let Liberty have the satisfaction of hearing her scream in pain forever. Thrashing her legs around to try and free herself, Estela got desperate as she felt like the hard headed woman wouldn't be affect much by punching.

She didn't care what people thought of her, she wasn't going to let this brute break her in half as she would reach towards Liberty's face and attempt to rake her eyes to try and free herself!

The torture rack wasn’t really part of Liberty’s normal rotation - as good and simple a move as it was, she was the sort of person that would sooner hit someone with a chair than put them in any sort of debilitating hold, preferring to do her damage quick and dirty. But with returns like this, she might have to reconsider that stance. Breaking Estela in half over her shoulder wasn’t just effective, it wasn’t just a damned impressive looking thing, but it was also fun as fuck.

”Yeah, that’s right!” Liberty channeled her inner schoolyard bully as she chuckled at the green-haired vixen’s plight, hearing her scream out above her. ”Not so funny now, right? Got nothing else to say?”

Estela might not have had anything to say, but she did have something to do, as Liberty discovered when she reached down and ran her nails across her eyes with a fierce rake. The referee was behind her at the time, so she didn’t see it - all she would know was that Liberty suddenly shrieked and abruptly let go of the hold, tossing Estela off her back while she stumbled forward and grasped her face.

It wasn't the most glorious way to escape the torture rack but Estela wasn't above taking shortcuts in order to continue on in a match. She had enough ring awareness to know that the ref girl couldn't see from where she was standing at as she managed to free herself, Liberty tossing her backwards as Estela managed to land on her feet staggeringly. Her hand immediately shot to her lower back, gritting her teeth as she was fighting against her body's desire to just collapse on the mat.

Growling as she saw Liberty stumbling forward, she was not going to let that go unanswered. She didn't have the strength to put in a powerful hold like that, but she had speed and she knew what she was going to strike at next as her eyes locked onto the back of Liberty's knee.

Springing forward she would throw both of her feet up to land a low drop kick right into the back of Liberty's knee as she tried to chop down the bigger woman with two feet slamming into the back of the knee!

Liberty was so used to referee’s being a nonfactor in her matches that she actually forget that this sort of thing was against the rules, and that the damn official should’ve caught. ”Come on, ref, keep your eyes open!” She barked as she rubbed her eyes and tried to clear it of tears. ”How the fuck did you miss that?”

It would figure that the one time she wanted a referee to do something, she missed the chance. Instead, she had this problem to deal with Estela was free, and she had a wide open target to work with. Liberty knew the pain was coming, she just couldn’t be sure of the direction.

It didn’t remain a mystery for long, however. Something hard and strong - Estela’s feet, if she had to guess - hit her in the back of the knee, and it didn’t matter how strong and tough she was anymore. The blow had more than enough force to send her down on her back, landing in a heap.

”Shitshitshit-” She muttered under her breath as she tried to sit up and get back again, hoping she could rise before the match’s momentum completely turned against her.

Driving both of her feet into the back of Liberty's knee, Estela watched as Liberty fell to the mat but with her opponent she saw that she was just as tough as she made herself out to be, already beginning to rise up. She knew that she couldn't have Liberty get back on her feet, if she was rising then it was a good chance she was able to to stay vertical.

That kind of power was something she had to keep down as she jumped at the downed Liberty, Estela attempted to grab the leg by the ankle. She was going to take away this foundation, until Liberty couldn't stand. Then, she would swarm her, swarm her with lightning fast blitzes that would make a lightning bolt jealous!

She would spin and twist her way to the ground, attempting to do a Dragon Screw to again attack the knee!

God, this was going to shit in a hurry. Looking at the two of them now, it would’ve been hard to tell that, just a minute ago, Liberty had been dominating the situation, that she’d seemingly had the situation in hand. Now she was the one on the floor. Now she was the one being hunted. Again. Damn it.

Estela knew it, too, because the bitch pounced like her life depended on it - which, considering what Liberty was planning to do to her, wasn’t that far from the truth.

There was no time to react, no time to plan any real escape. Estela was on her, grabbing her leg and...doing a weird, twisty thing. Liberty didn’t know the name of the move, and she really didn’t need to. All she needed to know was that it happened quick, it hurt a lot, and it left her rolling about on the mat, caressing her aching knee.

Snapping into the mat as she twisted around like a crocodile in a quick death roll, Estella slammed that knee into the mat while at the same time torquing it fiercely. She knew that if Liberty was allowed to get back to her feet, she'd be in a world of hurt that she wanted no part of. Sitting up as she saw Liberty aching and rolling on the mat, she knew that she had some breathing room and now a target to focus on, raising her spirits as it brought a smile to her lips.

She needed to strike while the iron was hot while also regaining her stamina as she would attempt to grab on to Liberty's leg again. If she was able to, she would attempt to spin around while locking up Liberty's legs into a Figure Four Leg Lock as she fell back onto the mat and attempted to place pressure on that leg!