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

Lucky Chloe always did have a strong and ironclad constitution...it was practically a necessity in her business where she may have had to stomach putting her hands around and taking pictures with some of the smelliest basement-dwelling otaku nerds this side of Shibuya. But even a pop-idol mega-star like herself had her limitations, and having her stomach caved in by a steel toed boot was definitely testing them as the adorable Chloe coughed out some spittle before huddling over herself.

Had she not been gurgling up wheezing coughs, Chloe would have started to object, whine, and moan about how unfair it was for Liberty to have metal plating on her feet when all she had were her official Lucky Chloe tm running sneakers with pink lights flashing whenever she took a step. But very much like a bratty child being hauled away from the toy's section of a department store, Chloe would pedal her legs and fidget wildly for any sense of freedom once hauled off her feet before Liberty heaved the kitty cat idol overhead and careening straight through the middle of the splintered table stomach first.

"Rhgg...o...owiee..." Even after being driven through a table, Chloe still found a way to be adorable. Though it was difficult to pull off while she was buried beneath both other half's of the table having collapsed inward, her cute and perky cheek mushed up against the thinly padded floor while mumbling to herself.

Shuffling and grumbling beneath wooden panels as her uneasy fandom watched on in horror, the pancaked idol meek attempts at unearthing herself would get her little headway. Not when the blistering impact had left her short of breath and in a world of wood splintered misery. The fact that someone of her adorably petite size still had the momentum to blast through that hardened surface like it was construction paper was a good indicator of just how much raw power Liberty had brought to the slam. Chloe's squirming attempts at exhuming herself were aided by Liberty digging her out and flipping her over onto her back. Only once she felt something soft, rotund, and sweaty briefly grind up against her cherubic face did her eyes flutter open.

"1!"

Chloe felt like a hippopotamus was weighing her down, though when she opened her eyes she noticed it was something not as big, but ten times as ugly, and twenty times as smelly. It felt like was being squished into the pavement...with all the weight on her petite chest making it even harder to breathe...and Liberty's greasy hair kept swiping her in the face-

"2!"

...the idea came to Chloe in a wide-eyed instant. And with both her pawed hands reaching up, the perky pop-idol would clutch that flowing mane and yank it to the side to get this grotesque hippo lady off of her.

The weight off her shoulders from no longer having to worry about losing her debut match wasn't nearly so alleviating as the even more hefty girth lumbering off of her flattened chest. Sputtering and spastic coughs helped get some much needed air back in her system as even her merchandise wearing fanbase found it miraculous that Lucky Chloe wasn't being stretchered away by now after having been spiked through a table, that was now not much good for anything else except kindling, by the former hardcore champion. Whom Chloe was convinced by now was a dog person.

The grimacing misery on her face showcased just how much searing pain she was coping with right now, but her fluffy fingered grasp on Liberty’s flowing jet-black mane still never relented as she shuffled over to her front side. Peering upward through her wincing eyes, she caught Liberty flailing about and instinctively pounced upon her. The kittenish idol cutely coiling her arm around the savage dog lover's head that once more had the side of her gross face nudging against the side of Chloe's petite boob. She knew she couldn't keep Liberty down for long, but desperation, a lack of better ideas, and the fact that she was a still an aching mess kept her grounded...

Improvisation and cat-like reflexes were only getting the adorably kittenish idol so far. Tugging on Liberty's jet-black ponytail was the only reason she wasn't still being squished into the floor with a loss on her wrestling record, and stifling the burly brawler with as constraining a headlock as she could cutely muster certainly helped slow down the lumbering giant...but it was still the nigh literal equivalent of a lightweight pop superstar playing the role of a bull wrangler.

Chloe's sugary sweet scrunching face suddenly perking up in surprise from feeling herself being elevated by the former hardcore champion's bullish strength and resilience. The jostling shaking and twisting left and right eliciting some high pitched wails from Chloe as she was flung about as if on a roller coaster she was too short to be riding. Dizzied and loopy-eyed from the effortless ragdolling, Chloe faintly recognized the ring apron in front of her and her feet propped against them from one of Liberty's flailing movements.

So she shoved herself off of the side of the ring simply so she could get her feet back on the floor....except she accidentally pushed too hard and ended up turning herself around in mid-air...and through sheer luck driven happenstance, was attempting a leaping bulldog to Liberty that would drive her straight through the announcer's table...

Unbeknownst to the hapless kitty-cat idol currently having her nine lives theory be tested, there was a hidden criteria amongst the hardcore aficionado's of AFW. An unwritten code among them that in order to even be considered as a member the hardcore sect of the AFW locker room, that you had to be slammed through a table in as vicious a manner as possible, walk if off, and get your ass back into the fight. It was sort of an unwritten rite of passage that was only the first phase of the initiation process. The next few phases involved having your head caved in with a steel chair and becoming intimately familiar with something involving barbed-wire. The fact that Chloe had already completed the first step in becoming a bonafide hardcore wrestler wasn't exactly something she was striving for...

...or even known she had just done as the kitty-cat idol skidded forward on her pert backside along the floor in befuddlement. Her scrunching eyes timidly peering open one at a time to see the metal barricade in front of her, Chloe perking up to glance down at the hole in her headlock where Liberty's cranium used to be. She promptly spun around on her hands and knees, mouth agape in breathless wonderment at the sheer destruction she just leveled against the former hardcore champion.

"D...Did I do that? I-I mean, of course I did!! Hah, that-that's what you get for messing with my debut, you smelly old pigwoman!!! BAAKAA!!! PLLLLLBT!!!" Chloe promptly hopped back to her feet and continued with her bratty insults, complete with sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry while bending over her entrapped adversary who was still buried under the shattered remnants of the announcer's table. Whose sudden lumbering movements did startle the cutesy idol. Chloe than backpedaled with a scowl until her back was to the barricade and Liberty had propped herself on her knees. A pink flash than being darted towards her for an attempted enzuigiri against the cave-woman who just didn't know how to stay down.