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

If Liberty could sum all this up in one word, it would probably be…

”Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

Perfect.

It was just about the only real way she could think to adequately describe her current situation.It wasn’t even the fact that she’d been pretty thoroughly slammed on - that sort of thing happened to her all the time. Far,far more than she would’ve liked, but hey, it came with the territory.

No, what she couldn’t abide by was getting beat by someone like this. Not only that, but having said beating rubbed in when the ditzy blonde had the nerve to start taunting her. Annoying, aggravating, irritating - but maybe not the worst thing, because it was giving Liberty ample motivation to rise up again, if only for the chance to paste Lucky.

Up she rose, more and more, higher and higher, determined to get back on her feet, driven like a madwoman. She was making decent progress, too, and had just made it to her knees, when Lucky came over and decided she wasn’t being a bitch enough at the moment. There was a flash of pink in the side of her vision, than her world filled with pain, and she went flopping back to the floor.

”Fuck...sakes…” She grumbled, rolled over, and made the attempt to ascend once more, this time grabbing her throbbing skull as he did.

The sprightly pop-idol would have kinda preferred having a few more seconds to rub in her miraculous comeback that was of course all a part of her master comeback plan. But Liberty somehow found a way to just keep spoiling her fun even when she was face-down on the floor and mumbling all sorts of naughty words that were huge no-no's to use in any of her song's. Not if she ever wanted them played on the radio...

Instead she had to get back on the offensive once she noticed Liberty already starting to unearth herself from beneath the scattered debris. Lucky Chloe sprinting straight towards her from as far as she could back up for a knee-colliding enzuigiri that even had the kittenish idol nearly tripping over herself afterwards. Luckily the nearby barricade saved her from face-planting and instead hung her up as she panted deeply while resting against it with one arm slung over the side...only just than turning around with a bratty smile that was wiped away when she noticed Liberty already shuffling upwards!!!

"C-Can't she stay down for one f**kig second...GRAH....now she has me doing it!!!" Chloe bitterly and inadvertently cussed in stunned disbelief that this stubborn pig-woman was giving her so much grief. Chloe gritted her teeth and shoved herself off of the barricade for an unsteady march to the former hardcore champion, than delivering a swift kick to her ribs to have her roll her tubby butt over. The pink-adorned idol than leaping up and tucking her legs in for a double kneed drop onto Liberty's stomach...which would be done once again as Chloe would roll forward and backflip once more for another knee drop in her patented "Baka-Baka Stomp" maneuver. One that would end with Chloe draping herself over Liberty's midsection while hooking her leg for a pin attempt.

"1!"

Okay, this sucked, but Liberty was going to recover. She was sure of it. She’d been in worse situations than this, right? She’d fought some of the toughest women the AFW had to offer and no, she didn’t always win, but she always gave as good as she got and left her opponents sore afterwards. Lucky Chloe was not Odessa, she was no Gwendolyn, she was no Abattoir. She was a puffed up Genki girl with stupid cat ears. She had this.

That was the mantra she repeated to herself as she tried to work her way up. Once she got to her feet, she could end this. She’d catch Lucky, yank her by those stupid pigtails, and drive her head through the nearest object, then rip her away from said object and dump it right on top of her. The time keeper’s table, she was thinking. Yeah, that worked fine.

Before she could do that, however, she was kicked over and rolled onto her back.

Before she could get up, Lucky leaped up and drove her knees hard into stomach.

Before she could recover from that, she rolled off, leaped back, and came down on the same spot again, nearly breaking Liberty in half with the sequel

All of that sucked. All of it. It left her a shattered wreck on the floor, unable to do much more than groan and kick as she came in for a pin.

”2…!”

And it was a pin she almost scored, too. The referee’s hand had just started to come down for the final count, was less than a foot away from the floor, when Liberty kicked hard and shoved Lucky off her to break. Too hurt to do much else, she rolled over and cradled her aching stomach, sucking in deep breaths of air to refill her battered lungs.

*Hardcore Queen, Lucky Chloe~...Kawaii Hardcore Neko~...* Rebranding herself as some type of adorably chibi badass wrestler was going to take some noodling from the publicists at her music agency, but Lucky Chloe was already salivating at the thought of how much dough she could rake in from all of this. Maybe a new brand of T-shirts showing her winking adorably while holding a pink bat with barbed wire wrapped around it...or a fluffy cat pawed-jacket with splotches of fake blood all around it. The marketing possibilities were endless as far as she was concerned...and she had this gross, pasty-skinned beast to thank for it. Provided she stayed down after the perky pop-idol slammed both of her padded knees into her gut...not once, but twice after a nimble somersault. Lucky Chloe hooking Liberty's leg back as far as she could before being propelled off of her right before the three count.

"NYYYAHHH!!!!" Chloe whined and moaned while stamping her sneakered feet and mittened hands into the floor, having a bit of a brattish temper tantrum from being soooooo close to being done with this ugly pig-woman already. Eventually she settled down with a scoffing huff of air as she hauled her battered frame off of the floor and steadily reapproached Liberty, standing over her with both hands propped on her cute hips as she arched over.

"Why dontcha stay down and leave me alone already?!?!? No one wants to see you win anyway ya...ya...oversized uggo!!" Chloe bitterly screeched with a stomp down on Liberty's spine before taking her furry mitts and hauling her upward with a front headlock. It was a snug and fuzzy constriction, but one that the former hardcore champion wouldn't have to endure long considering that Chloe was intending to DDT her back to the thinly padded floor below.

Liberty might have hated Lucky Chloe more than any other woman she’d ever met. It was hard to be sure, but that seemed to be the case.

How many people did she really hate? It wasn’t a long list, despite most opinions on her. She got along well enough, with few exceptions. Odessa had been one, until they’d had some private time and smoothed things out, buried their hatchet. Oh, there was Gwen, a score she was definitely enter settling one day. But, as obnoxious as Gwen was, as much as the heiress’ mere presence was like nails on the chalkboard of her mind, something about Lucky Chloe was even worse.

The cuteness.

The pink.

The attitude.

The way she was lording over Liberty right now, like she’d legitimately beat Liberty in this hardcore match instead of dumb chance.

It was all making Liberty more and more determined to rise up and put this bitch down, even when a kick to her spine knocked her back to the floor. Before she could even recover from that, Chloe moved in and continued to keep the pressure on, wrapping her up in a tight headlock and hauling her up. Going for a DDT, if she had to guess.

Nope. Not happening.

When Lucky jerked back for the move, Liberty stomped her foot down hard, stopping it cold. In the very next moment, she gritted her teeth hard, lifted Lucky up from below, and attempted to send her flying overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex. A sloppy one, not a move she was too familiar with, but it would suck for Chloe. That was all she really cared about at the moment.

Here Lucky Chloe was~...on the cusp of scoring a super special awesome knockout victory over some grimey, overweight hobo lady, and in the process, rocket her newfound wrestling career into the upper stratosphere~...maybe even putting herself in the talks for title shots in the process!!! Who knows how much popular she'd become if she started carrying a title belt on stage with her at her concerts, decorating it with frilly pink knickknacks with hot pink replacing all of the dulled out gold. Her new singles would top the Japanese music charts once again and show all of those over-choreographed, ditzy pop-idol groups who was the true Kawaii Queen of pop-idols in this town~...

And she had this tubby weirdo to thank for all of her future good fortunes. Chloe certainly wasn't expecting to feel appreciative towards Liberty and how she went out of her way to ruin her debut match, but she could hardly complain about the results. Especially now that she was about to score a win over a former hardcore champion and leave her sprawled out with adorable kitty cats dancing around her head. DDT's were simple enough and within her limited repertoire of moves, so Chloe swiftly tucked Liberty's head under her arm while feeling her panting breaths against her soft skin.

"Luckyyyy Chloe desu~..." Chloe cutey posed with her hip cocked to the side while flashing a peace symbol against her forehead with her free hand. Her cat-ear wearing fandom chanting along with her when they suddenly had much less to cheer for. Their adorable pink idol mascot "nyahh-ing" sharply from being hauled overhead slammed into scattered remnants of the table. Chloe puffing out her cheeks from coughing out the air in her lungs from the pinching pressure of Liberty's shoulder into her stomach, the idol shifting over to her side to cradle her poor tummy if given the chance.

It wasn’t all sunshine and roses for Liberty, either. When she’d arched back and went for the suplex, she messed it up a little and bashed her head on the floor, leaving her with a crazy ache. Times like this, she really wished she’d bothered to take those wrestling classes that Friction offered.

Still, though, Lucky had gotten the worst of it. When Liberty rolled off and cradled her skull, she was granted with the sight of her fluffy foe looking like utter shit, rolling over and cradling her stomach and seeming as if she wished she lived anywhere but here.

She wanted to go home? Liberty would send her home.

”Stay…” She rolled over and crawled towards Lucky. ”...the fuck…” She grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed them to the floor. ”...down!”

Liberty leaned in and went for the pin, as the referee came over and dropped nearby, taking a knee as best she could in the wreckage. Up came the hand, then down. "1…!”

Lucky Chloe changed her mind. She didn't want to be a hardcore kawaii anything anymore. All of her frilly marketing plans and grandiose dreams about being a badass neko-neko idol went up in pink smoke and just seemed that much more unattainable once the hard truth came crashing through her fantastical envisionings. And by hard truth, she meant that unforgiving concrete she had just been slammed into with Liberty's broad shoulder pinching her petite stomach in the gut-churning suplex.

"N...yah...*cough*..." Chloe just wanted to curl into a ball and be left alone, but the lucky idol was only allowed to do the first half before she was suddenly unfurled and pinned to the floor beneath the hulking brute. Chloe scrunched her flinching face from the excess weight shuffled on top of her, overhearing Liberty seemingly giving her an easy way to end this match without her needing to be put through anymore of this...

"Two!...Th-!!"

Lucky Chloe yelped out and jostled herself free as much as she could, shooting her legs out and raising one shoulder an inch off the floor.

Liberty was confused on a few things when it came to Lucky Chloe. There was the obvious stuff, of course, which just came from her being her. The fan worship didn’t make sense, the gloves didn’t make sense, her obsession with all things furry and pink was disturbing and it didn’t make sense.

But no, that wasn’t what really twisted her brain. Lucky seemed to hate all this, was clearly not wanting this sort of fight for her debut, wanted to be as far from Liberty as fully possible. Losing her debut match wouldn’t be a huge deal, wouldn’t ruin her career, wouldn’t lose her any real fans. So with that, all of that in mind…

”Why the fuck won’t you just stay down?”

Liberty screamed that at Lucky as she kicked out, once again rising from the ashes, stubbornly dragging this match out far long than it needed to go. The former champion wasn’t one to turn down a fight, but she kept feeling like it should’ve taken long for her to wreck an amatuer like this, like she was doing something wrong.

It built up some frustration, and she vented that frustration by grabbing Lucky by the head and ramming her head into the floor a few times. Quite cathartic.

Liberty wasn't the only one baffled as to Chloe's seemingly prolonging of the inevitable. Lucky Chloe was just as confused as anyone else as to why she didn't just remain inert amongst the scattered debris, but as of right now she was practically running on autopilot with rational thought no longer in the captain's chair. Something deep inside of her staving off defeat one more time by twisting to the side and jostling herself free of the former hardcore champion. Who "rewarded" Chloe's resilience with multiple head ramming slams into the concrete floor, ungodly pain rattling the kitty-cat idol until Liberty relented, Chloe's pert backside sticking into the air with the side of her grumbling face pressed into the floor.

At least until she started shuffling to her paws and knees at a lethargic pace, a drop of blood splatting to the floor from her forehead and accompanied by a few others. Lucky Chloe arms quivered with a few stifled whimpers from her lips...the bloodied idol meekly crawling at a hobbled pace, but not away from Liberty. Toward Liberty. The lucky idol clambering up to clamp onto Liberty's leg as if she were trying to lift or push or basically do anything she could while scrunching her face, but Chloe was obviously tapped dry and had nothing left to give.

"...the hell are you, ta tell me I'm through...*pant*...Can do this...I can...Not gonna lose to those...poser idols...not...gonna dammit...*sniffle*...dammit!!....." Chloe mumbled and whimpered out before finally going and sagging against Liberty, her cheek mashed against Liberty's pasty abdomen.