Lucky Chloe vs. Liberty 'Libby' Vella - Hard Luck Women

Match Type: Hardcore
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO

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Liberty couldn’t say that she hated Lucky Chloe more than anyone else in the AFW. That wouldn't be fair, she just met the chick, and there were quite a few women she knew more personally that she had a lot more ire for. Brittany, Silver Ace, Gwen - oh, fucking Gwen - and Estela all came to mind. She could make a top ten list, and this kitty crazed wrestler wouldn’t even make the bottom spot.

But she could say she hated her about as much you could really hate a person with whom you’d never met before. She hated what Luck Chloe had done to the entrance ramp, turning it into a Genki Girl’s wet dream. She hated the way she’d transformed Friction into her own personal pop concert. She hated that someone like this had the nerve to show up and demand that wrestlers come out to take her on, like she was owed a match. And she hated - hated, hated, hated - all of the pink.

It put her in a seriously bad mood, right off the bat, made her feel like punching something hard and repeatedly. Thankfully, she had a very immediate, sure way of venting her rage.

She came strutting down to the ring, rolled in under the bottom rope, and popped up to her feet to get a good look at her future opponent, sizing her up from head to toe. Lucky wasn’t in the worst shape she’d ever seen. Decent body, at least as much as she could see without that stupid fluffy jacket she had on. Didn’t mean she could  wrestle. Damn sure didn’t mean she could wrestle hardcore.

Liberty just turned her nose up at the pop star and did some stretching, getting nice and lumber for the fight to come. Not that she was expecting much here, but whatever, couldn’t hurt to go full blast and roll the bitch over before she knew what was happening.

”Phew!” She bounced about, letting her chest wobble freely with each jump. ”Ready for the pain, princess?!”

Chloe didn't know who she had to thank for being in this unscripted predicament, but all she knew was that heads would roll the very instant she marched backstage to tear her handlers a new asshole and found out who missed their cue. That is...if she could march by the time this was all over. Or walk. Or even be able to stand on her own two feet. Even that was seemingly questionable as she found herself apprehensively staring down a burly monster of a woman who had some weird vendetta against her just for being her adorable, kawaii, cutesy self who was corporately fashioned to be the pining affection of shut-in otaku nerds all over Japan.

Maybe Liberty was a failed aspiring pop-idol herself who couldn't make it once she tried moving out of the boonies to pursue a singing career? With her mannish face and boorish voice, Chloe could easily see that being the case. But that greater mystery wasn't as pressing to Chloe as trying to figure how she was gonna actually beat this lumbering hardcore loon. Chloe's own brief sizing up of Liberty came with a squeamish bristle from seeing Liberty's raggedy top that was supposed to be clean and white, but looked more grey and black from all of the filthy grime on it.

*Jeez...does this Liberty chick, like, go out of her way to be a such a grossout pig and not have one iota of cuteness to her at all?!?!* Chloe thought to herself while doing her own elongated leg stretches, mumbling nervously until she stopped when hearing Liberty bellow back at her from across the ring. She perked up and did a few inadvertently adorable shadow punches with her fluffy cat paws. "D-Dunno...depends if you're ready for a cuddling, kawaii beatdown from Luckyyyy Chloe~..." Chloe bravely uttered with a nervous smirk in reference to her earlier promo, though this time with a gulping of her throat as she tried to keep up her facade of false confidence. The bell would ring soon afterwards...

Chloe timidly approached Liberty towards the middle of the ring in a respectable grappling stance, but in a bizarre move would dash straight towards her opponent while ducking low. Chloe would dig her shoulder into Liberty's gut while wrapping her fluffy arms around her waist, visibly straining with gritted teeth to shove and bully Liberty backwards. Though considering her petite frame and Liberty's muscled mass, as adorable as this looked, it was unlikely this would amount to anything more than her sneakers scrapping against the canvas while maybe ushering Liberty back an inch. Maybe...

Right away, Liberty could tell that Chloe’s trashtalk needed some serious work. ”Cuddling...kawaii...beatdown?” Liberty said those words as if they caused her pain, because they did. The mere utterance of them gave her a headache, one that wasn’t made any better by the copious amounts of pink showing up all over the place. Seriously what was with this woman? All the cuteness, all this sparkling, all this...this...

Liberty spat off to the side, getting the bad taste out of her mouth. And preparing for the woman in front of her. If she, indeed, needed any preparation. Chloe didn’t come her way with confidence, didn’t step to her like a woman who was ready for the fight. She took baby steps. Closer. Closer. Closer…

”Come on, it’s not like I have cooties, or-”

In a move that, frankly, shocked Liberty to the core, Lucky took the fight to her with a bold forward charge, trying to tackle her in the stomach. ‘Trying’ being the operative word. See, there was this little thing called mass, which Liberty had an abundance of, and her opponent...did not have an abundance of. In fact, she would’ve been surprised if this newbie weighed over a 100 pounds. So, when she came barreling into her Liberty took about two steps back, then stopped. Dead in her tracks.

Needless to say, she wasn’t impressed. So little impressed that she didn’t even really push back. Liberty just feel forward, dropping all of her weight on Lucky’s back to her crashing down like a stack of cards.

Charging straight forward and into the waiting hands of an opponent who dwarfs you in size, strength, and muscled girth probably wasn't the wisest maneuver for a fledgling rookie to pull off in her debut matchup. But needless to say, Chloe was a fidgety and fearful mess who was deeply questioning just what the hell she got herself into by signing up with this weirdo wrestling organization who employs women this...schlumpy. She normally let's her agents handle those small details, you'd think one of them would have warned her about this place!!! What did someone as innocent and cute as her do to deserve this?!?!

After lamenting her rotten luck, which was pretty strange considering her pop-idol name, Lucky Chloe gulped down her reservations and just tackled her problems head on. A tactic that helped her manage her stringent schedule and workload, but no so much in the wrestling ring. The harrowing imagery of Chloe putting all her adorable strength into ushering the towering hardcore maven had easily cemented her as the plucky underdog in this fight as her perky backside stuck out and wiggled with ever stomping push.

*H-Hey...it's working!!!...I-I knew she wasn't so tough!! She's probably scared outta her boots and is totally impressed!!* Chloe smirked and started patting herself on the back early when she actually started bullying Liberty back two steps...until suddenly her momentum stopped on a dime. And it started to come from above...in the form of the lumbering Liberty flopping forward and squashing the kitty-cat idol beneath her girth. Chloe yelped sharply with her limbs splayed out to the sides, her groaning head positioned between Liberty's legs than tilting up slightly to prop her chin on the canvas.

"...O...Ow..."

While Liberty never liked to use the term ‘fat’ when it came to describing her body, there was no getting around the fact that she had a lot more weight to work with than about 95% of the AFW roster, and that was including men. Not her fault. The average AFW wrestler had the body of a super model, which was part of the reason the hardcore division was always so damn skimpy. Most of them just didn’t have the physique to handle it.

Lucky Chloe was included in that 95%, and if some idiot in the audience had any doubts on that, she hoped the display in the ring would erase them.

It was kind of sad, really. Liberty had Lucky on the mat, pinned beneath her, and all she did was lay down. Not the most auspicious start to things, and since this wouldn’t have made either of them look good, she was willing to do the sporting thing and get back up, go for reset.

Then she got hit in the face with Lucky’s tail.

It didn’t hurt, of course, but just seeing the stupid thing started an itch that demanded scratching. It was like a living symbol of just how not seriously this little pop diva was taking all of this, what wrestling really meant to her, and there was just no way Liberty was letting it go that easy.

”Yeah, no, dealing with this shit right now.” Liberty scooted up, plopping down on the small of Lucky’s back with her full weight, and grabbed a hold of her tail with both hands. With one boot planted on the mat, she began to yank the thing hard, pulling away in a mad attempt to rip it clean off her opponent’s skimpy bottom.

No one appreciated the hard work it took to continue to remain relevant in the cutthroat world of being a professional idol. Whether it was perfecting her peppy dance choreography, scheduling all of her personalized meet and greets, or making sure none of her spirited backup dancers had the talent to outshine her. It wasn't all sunshine, fluffy kittens, and absurdly over-sized lollipops. At times it felt like Lucky Chloe had the weight of the entire world on her shoulders...

...and yet even that didn't seem nowhere near as heavy compared to what she going through right now. The pancaked pop-idol ineffectually fidgeting beneath the flabby weight of this hardcore loon who needed to go on a diet...pronto. It made her skin crawl just thinking about being buried beneath this mass of fatty bulk and grimy clothing, and here she was already living it out that nightmare in record time. Lucky Chloe's wrestling career was just getting off to a...FANTASTIC start. Barely ten seconds into her first match and she was already pinned down to the canvas with no earthly idea how to get this grotesque woman off of her.

But what she thought was Liberty shuffling off of her, just turned out to be her seating herself on Chloe's lower lumbar. This afforded Chloe some extra wiggle room as she started to prop her elbows beneath her before she suddenly felt her cute and perky backside be lifted into the air by means of her fluffy black tail!! A crowd pleasing sight for sure, but Lucky Chloe still had no idea what was going on as she scrambled and clawed at the mat like any cat normally would have done when practically being hoisted up by their tail, from which she could already hear the sound of straining fabric!!

"H-HEY!!! L-LEGGO!!! YOU'RE GONNA TEAR IT OFF!!!" Chloe pleaded and panicked with widened eyes, her frantic flailing eventually having one of her legs rocket backward in what was an unintentional mule kick coming straight for Liberty's face.

Liberty was many things, and no, not all of them were good things or fun things or even things that were good for a person’s general health. But if there was one thing that worked in her favor, always, it was the fact that once she started on something, she didn’t give up. Persistent counted for a lot.

So, when she grabbed at Lucky’s stupid tail and started to tug on it, she ahd every intention of pulling the damned thing clean off. One way or the other, that was at hing that was happening, and she made no apologies for the results. If that ended up with Lucky getting her pants ripped off ,well, too bad. Shouldn’t have came to the ring with a useless tail, anyway.

”Nope!” She gave a loud, boisterous response to Lucky’s demand and continue to twist the tail further. To the credit of whoever made this stupid out fit, they’d done a bang-up job of locking the thing in. She was giving it all, but it was only slowly tearing. Almost, almost…

Before she could finish the task, she was greeted by the bottom of Lucky’s foot, taking a kick right in the face. That was no fun, even from a waif like this and she wound up rolling off her opponent and going down in a stupor, grasping her face while she rolled about.

Somewhere in Chloe's career between her third and fourth album drop, the pint-size and catty pop-star had grown inexplicably attached to her furry false appendage. Embracing the iconic idol role of "Lucky Chloe" sometimes meant wearing that outfit well into the day and on occasion even sleeping in it. At one point she found herself wearing the outfit even when she wasn't scheduled to be on camera, to the perplexed look of her manager when meeting him in his office.

Having her tail sway to the sides and curl up for her photo shoots really did accentuate her kitty cat cuteness, but it wasn't until her tail was on the verge of being torn right the hell off that she realized how much she'd grown attached to it!!! Her scrambling and aimless thrashing about luckily hitting paydirt, if paydirt meant that monstrous mug Liberty calls her face. The immensely relieved pop-idol than graciously inhaling precious oxygen now that Liberty's lumbering weight was off her back. She than rolled over to sit back up to caress and massage her precious tail.

After inspecting the strained damage, Lucky sprung back up and cutely marched over towards the writhing former hardcore champion. Chloe than courageously stood over Liberty with a glaring yet still somehow adorable pout, her fists balled up on her cute hips while bending over to screech her best insults right at Liberty's face.

"S-serves you right you big...dumby...dumbhead!!!!"

Alright, her mid-match trash talking needed to be worked on. The kitty-cat idol than reached down to haul Liberty up to a sitting position by clasping her unkempt raven-locks, which would have been bizarrely comforting considering Chloe's fluffy paw-like hands. The exact opposite feeling of Chloe than flopping down to her back while shooting out her legs for a dropkick right to Liberty's wobbly chest.

Honestly, Liberty couldn’t even fathom why Lucky was putting up this much of a fight over the damn tail. Wasn’t real, didn’t serve any real purpose, and she was sure the woman had a slew of pants just like this in her closet somewhere. It wasn’t like ripping the stupid thing off would be that big of a deal.

But you wouldn’t know any of that to watch the way Chloe fought about and floundered on the floor, fighting like her life depended on keeping the damn thing attached.

Kind of ridiculous, and it just made it all the more embarrassing when this sort of person managed to knock Liberty on her ass.

The former hardcore champion was left on her back, rolling from the pain and wondering exactly what she’d done to the universe at large to get put into this position. She was just starting to sit up when a pair of soft, warm hands reached down to grab her hair, helping her along the way. At first, Liberty thought that Chloe was going to try and force her to stand up, which would’ve been a sight to see, but no, she had something more immediate in mind.

As dropkicks went, Lucky Chloe’s wasn’t half bad. Good impact, nice punch, and it was more than enough to knock the larger Liberty flat on her back and send the wind flying out of her. That was where she stayed, too, hissing through her teeth as she dealt with the blazing pain from her chest and the mental anguish that came from knowing she’d been put there by someone who’d just called her a ‘big dumby dumbhead’.

Life could be unfair.

One of Chloe's terrified predictions for how this match would unfold is that after a few seconds into the bout, Liberty would just...well...sit on her. And score one of the fastest recorded pin counts in AFW history as Chloe squirmed and wriggled underneath that bulbous backside. But while the first half of that dreaded prediction wasn't too far off from happening, Chloe managed to luckily find a way to escape the mortifying fate of being that cutesy idol wrestler who was quite literally squashed in under thirty seconds.

She even managed to save her neko-neko tail and vent some well-justified anguish right upside Liberty's chest. Which was quite the accomplishment considering she had precisely zero in-ring experience and was just making this all up as she went along. Plus Liberty was supposedly some big-deal hot shot in the AFW ranks who probably held a title belt once given how the crowd reacted to her earlier.

Chloe propped herself up with her kittenish paws behind her to see the stunned state Liberty was in. The lucky idol going wide-eyed before promptly scrambling over towards Liberty to stand over her while facing the hardcore veteran's legs. Chloe reached down to hook one of Liberty's legs beneath her arm pit before dropping her cherubic rump on Liberty's chest to a wriggling bounce.

"C'monC'monHurryHurry!!!" Chloe twirled her free hand around in a circle while barking at the ref to get a move on for the first pin attempt of the match, the cutesy idol's black tail unintentionally swiping at Liberty's mumbling face in the process...

"One!"