Trinity Cordova vs Liberty: Hardcore Debut

Hardcore Match: Victory by KO Only

Trinity Cordova:

Theme (Can't link it for 7 days):

It would be a false statement to say that Trinity had fully acclimated to life in Japan. She had only been residing here for the past few weeks and already Trinity was starting to get restless. Over the past few years she had never settled down in one place for too long. Usually she resided somewhere for a week tops before moving onto the next place. Her grand tour across Europe and Asia was most certainly an unbelievable journey, but now it was time to settle. Kind of.

The previous weeks since her arrival had been filled with medical tests alongside introductions to the AFW. She had been given the full tour of the facility, though facility might not have been the correct word to describe the place. Complex? Campus? More fitting words perhaps, but nothing could quite describe the vastness of this place. After her inductions had been completed, she had been told to go settle down in the city and they would contact her when they had something for her.

It was around this point that her restlessness started to really take hold. She had to fight herself to stop herself from buying a train ticket and moving to another city. She had been expecting to wait months before she would here something. The league had plenty of women wanting to fight, so it was to some surprise that she ended up getting the call so early; a few days later. They had found her match, all she had to do was turn up and fight. Simple enough.

The match was three days away and it gave her something to focus her attention on. She spent those days in the gym, pushing her body and her core as far as she could push it. Her body now felt red hot, just as it should of done before entering a fight. She was as prepared as she was going to be given the notice. The management had also failed to mention who she was fighting. It felt more like they had done it on purpose however. While that did concern Trinity to a degree, she had enough self confidence in her abilities to be able to take the fight to anyone. She had after all spent the past few years fighting almost every week in less than savoury locations where rules were not exactly a honoured thing.

Fight night had finally arrived and Trinity had spent most of the afternoon backstage watching everything getting set up. She had spent time sitting in the seating area just to let the size of the place sink in. She had fought in some bizzare places: Barns, factories, and once inside a industrial vat. Here though, was something she had never seen before. The breadth of the place, its vastness. It caused her to be very nervous. There was no backing out now however.

As night began to fall fans started to pour into the building and Trinity retreated backstage. In the locker room Trinity had changed into her attire: A gray/brown bar that went around her neck, rather than her shoulders, along with grey baggy shorts cutting just above her knees. She debated replacing her trainers with combat boots, but she liked to try and have a spring in her step. The only adaptation she made was she decided to wrap her hands. The wraps went to just past her wrists.

By the time she had finished getting ready the crowd was starting to roar. Clearly they were pumped. That moment she finally got her call. Showtime. Trinity worked her way around backstage, noticing a few other wrestlers who were getting ready for their own matches later on. She had reached the ramp entrance way and she stood there for a brief moment; collecting her thoughts and getting ready for the night ahead. It was going to be a ride. Her theme finally started to play. The beat most certainly helped to get some blood flowing inside her. She would finally walk out on the ramp, hand raised to greet the arena full of screaming fans. She stood there at the top of the ramp for a second, taking in that breadth one more time. Trinity would start making her way towards the ring the announcer began to speak.

“Making her AFW Debut tonight, from Las Vegas, USA. Standing at 185cm and weighing in at 218lbs it’s Trinity Cordova!”

The fans seemed to enjoy her, or at least the music. She did have to admit it was kind of euphoric. Trinity had reached the ring and grabbed onto the ropes, pulling and lifting herself up to the canvas. In a simple motion she split the ropes and slid between to enter the ring proper. Once inside she began to relax slightly. She did a lap of the ring before leaning against the far turnbuckle. Now was the wait. The suspense to see who was going to come out and face her.

Finally. Fucking finally. Liberty had been lobbying hard to get her way back into a hardcore match for months now, and it was only now paying off. Should she have been surprised? Really? The AFW only paid halfway attention to the hardcore division at the best times, outright ignored it during others. Oh, they’d give it some lip service every now and then, but they’d much sooner fill their show with dozens of matches between skinny little models fucking and fighting in the ring, and other bullshit, and…

Liberty forced some calm to take over her body, trying not to get too worked up, trying not to care too much and not entirely succeeding in that endeavor. She sat on a crate, legs dangling off while her opponent made her entrance, thinking hard about the path she’d taken since she lost the hardcore title? Three years ago, right? It felt longer, a lot longer, and she wasn’t 100% sure why that was.

Maybe it was because her hardcore itch hadn’t been scratched adequately for so long. Oh, sure, she had the crazy little dustup with Abattoir where they nearly killed each other in a steel cage, that was a lot of fun, but since then? Mostly dry. She’d had some good matches, and fucking Shanari was a nice little diversion that satisfied her in...other ways.

But Liberty was a wrecking ball without a building to crash into. She needed violence, real violence, not the lame Brand X stuff. And who was she hoping would fill the need, today? ‘Trinity Cordova’. Some new rookie with a name that sounded like it belonged to a runway model. Prospects were not looking good. And they were not helped by the kind of obnoxious dubstep she was hearing out there.

It wasn’t long before the music ended and the stagehand called for her to come on out. With a sigh, she slid off and made her way to the ramp, getting in some last minute stretches along the way. Another day, another dollar.

She came out to her theme music, bobbing her head as she made her way down, bumping fists here and there...until she reached the halfway point and actually bothered to look at her opponent. Was it just her imagination, or was this woman tall? Taller than her?

Curious, she hurried down the rest of the way, slid in under the ropes, popped to her feet and promptly made her way into Trinity’s personal space, only to see that, no, that wasn’t her imagination. The woman had a good two, maybe three inches on her, she was thick. Muscle. Hard, rippling muscle. She actually looked like she could take a few hits, which was more than Liberty would say for about 4/5s of the Friction roster.

Granted, looks could deceive, but so far, things were promising. Minus one point for the music, plus two points for the look.

”Okay, not bad.” Liberty nodded and took a step back, giving them some space. ”Still, starting off on Hard Mode? Maybe not the best idea for a rookie. Even a big-ass rookie.”

There was no running away now. Not that Trinity actually wanted to retreat. She was confident in her abilities as a fighter to be able to hold her own against any kind of opponent. Then her opponents music began, and she got the first glimpse of her adversary for tonight. She didn’t know what the management was going to throw at her. Part of her expected a sort of peppy grappler, perhaps someone with MMA experience, something that would exploit the lack of submission knowledge that Trinity had.

That thankfully, seemed to be the wrong assumption to make. As Liberty made her way to the ring, Trinity began to size her up. She most certainly did not look like the submission type. In fact given the hardcore ruleset for the match it seemed as if Trinity was getting the sort of opponent that she was used to fighting. Not that she was going to complain or anything. The young woman seemed to be hyping up the crowd seemed to be somewhat enjoying herself… until she ended up grinding to a halt. At first Trinity thought something was wrong, but then she began to dash forward.

Trinity on instinct tensed her muscles. It was a knee jerk reaction brought on by her experiences in previous fights. A dashing opponent is an attacking opponent. As she entered the ring, her tense was only further compounded. She approached Trinity and got right into her space, sizing her up it seemed. Not to worry, Trinity was doing the exact same thing. She was something, that was to be sure. She had that smell, the smell of grime and dirt, and was covered in it too by the looks of it. While most other girls would have wretched, Trinity was used to it. She was usually like that too. Tonight was the only exception where she had made a slightly conscious effort to look a little better. She had refused to wear make up however, and there was still a faint bruise on her abs from where she had taken a heavy hit during sparring earlier in the week.

“Not bad?” Trinity said back with a smirk. Listening to the rest of Liberty’s words only made Trinity chuckle slightly “Hey, if you are hard mode, might as well graduate to insanity mode.” That was a terrible dig. Truly terrible. “Sorry about that, that sounded better in my head”. Her eyes would give Liberty the once over again, noting this time the steel plates on her attire. “If I had known you were going to use steel plates, I would have bought some of my own” She chuckled “But no… I came here to fight. Preferably put bitches in hospital beds. Get paid to fuck shit up. So regardless of what happens tonight, don’t take it personally it is just business. Though if you don’t agree with what happened tonight, just know that you can find me anytime, anywhere, and I am sure I can help with your complaint”

With her speech said she pushed off the turnbuckle to enter the center of the ring. Not point getting caught off guard then getting stuck in the corner. The bell was going to ring any second to signify the start of the fight, so Trinity had precious few seconds to finish preparing herself. She got into her fighting stance and then raised her fists into a boxing-esque stance “I know that most fights start off with that whole locking up ‘test of strength’ nonsense. However, I am taller and most certainly heavier than you. You look like a brute for sure, but I don’t wanna waste my time with that shit. We both know how to brawl, so lets start there shall we?”

The bell would ring soon after and Trinity didn’t really give Liberty a choice in the matter. She darted forward, well darting at the fastest speed her body would allow. Once she had closed the final few steps, with her fists already raised it was simple enough for Trinity to fire her left fist forward in a jab towards the grimy girls face. The punch would reveal, along with her footing and posture, that Trinity, unlike most was a leftie, a southpaw fighter.

Hm. Trinity had something to say. A lot of something to say.

Liberty took the time to give her opponent a scan, only half listening as she spoke. While she wasn’t going to interrupt, not wanting to get things too dirty before the bell even rang, she couldn’t help but give her opponent a look over while she waited for her to finish. Where had this woman come from? She was kind of big for a fresh recruit. Liberty didn’t pay much attention to the magazines, but she felt she would’ve heard some wind about a wrestler like this showing up. If they were starting her off against her, a former champ, she had to be worth something...right?

One way to know.

”Wow, you talk a lot. Really.” Liberty cracked her knuckles, playing it off a bit, trying some of these ‘mind games’ she’d heard so much about with her opponent. Couldn’t hurt.

She moved out of the corner and acknowledged Trinity’s request with a quick nod - not that she needed her permission to come at her without a lockout, but whatever. She had her fists up, keeping them nice and wide and ready to swing , a stark contrast to her opponent’s more professional style. A boxer? That would figure, with a body like, and those long arms. One of which was coming her way right now, as a matter of fact. Her foe closed in with long powerful strides and threw a punch that smacked the former champion right in the face, enough to make her take a step back, both out of pain and surprise.

Her retreat was brief, though, and she immediately recovered that ground along with a bit more on top. She launched herself at Trinity and threw out two wild right crosses at the woman’s face, looking to drive her back hard.

It felt good to hit something again. The sensation of skin and bone colliding with other skin and bone was an amazing sensation. Liberty may have had the most experience in the AFW, but Trinity was here to show her than 'rookies’ could put her in her grave.

The jab had the sorta affect that Trinity had hoped for. Liberty was staggering backwards. Now was the perfect time to hit her with a knees to the chin. She pointed her feet forward, ready to charge, only to find Liberty had recovered and was on the offence. The two crosses cane in, hammering both her cheek in the first and her lips in the second. Both had caused a tiny grunt of pain and frustration to escape her lips. While attacks like that would send most women stumbling backwards, for Trinity she yielded a single step before stopping. She was built like a tank and while her body did want to take those extra few steps, Trinity wanted to try and psyche Liberty out. Taking a single step backwards made it look like her punch had hardly any effect.

In reality the punches stung. Liberty held more power in that frame than she gave away. If the weight difference between them was more equal then Trinity would have been in trouble. Still, there was a fight to win and Trinity needed to make a move. Her initial thoughts centered around using an uppercut. Uppercuts were always nasty moves that if successful stunned an opponent. There was an element of risk though. Trinity had already used a punching attack, so attacking with another one… Liberty was surely going to catch on and avoid it. No. Another approach was required.

Trinity took the few steps forward it required to close the distance between them, now in Liberty’s personal space. She could smell the dirt, grease and god knows what else now. It didn’t bother her, if anything it just bought back memories of happy nights in a back alley beating the shit outta some punk woman who thought she was the shit. With the distance closed between them, it was almost inevitable that Trinity was going to go with a throw or a submission. Instead though, she reached out and grabbed Liberty’s shoulders with both hands, locking them in a vice like grip. She was going nowhere. With the grip in place, Trinity proceeded to fire her left knee upwards into the smaller women's midsection, aiming just above the stomach, but below the ribs. Her intention was to try and liquify that belly of hers and break down her defences. A second or two after the strike she repeated the knee strike once more, taking advantage of the extra power she could force into the strike by holding onto Liberty’s shoulders to keep her balanced. Trinity was going to make a quip about it being useless to try and resist, but resisted opening her mouth. She was going to let her attacks do the talking for now.

Right away, Trinity was building up some respect points from Liberty. She was right - so many wrestlers liked to start things off the ‘traditional’ way. The lockup, the tie-up, the test of strength. She was never a fan of that stuff, any more than she’d be a fan of people starting movies off the same way. It could get so boring so fast. She got into hardcore matches for fast action, the violence, the whirlwind of destruction, not to hold hands with her opponent.

Besides, being honest, she probably would’ve lost a lock up with Trinity, anyway. Again, this was a big woman. So, she had one Liberty point, right out of the gate. She would have to work for the rest.

Intent on taking the fight to her foe, the former champ moved in with one of her best shots, through her body into a couple of strong blows that did...nothing. Well, next to nothing. Just a step. Kind of disappointing. Liberty knew there was a power gap here, but she didn’t think it was that wide. This wasn’t a problem she couldn’t deal with, though. Trinity was a big human, but a human all the same. If she hit the bitch enough, she’d go down.

So she stepped forward and reeled back, preparing to take advantage of whatever minor opening she could get, when Trinity reached up and seized her by the shoulder pulling her in before she could hope to correct the distance. Up came a knee, swift and strong, slicing into the former champ’s midsection and going deep, knocking the wind out of her. A smart move, and she was quick to follow it up with an even smarter one, launching another knee to the same spot.

That one landed, too, none too pleasant finding a home in Liberty’s gut. But she was more ready for it that the first one, and she wrapped her leg around Trinity’s knee, keeping her from bringing that leg back down. From there, she roared and drove forward with full force, attempting to lift Trinity up and ram her hard into the turnbuckle.

Trinity was woman enough to admit: even though he had the weight, height and most likely power advantage, Liberty could still fuck her up if she wanted to. She didn't know exactly how much strength the dirty woman possessed, but she had a feeling over the course of the next half an hour or less she would find out. That was why she was trying to hammer away with her knees into the midsection; powerful blows to try and get an early wind on Liberty. If she could start training the rebels energy tank early the fight should be over shortly.

And it appeared like it was was working too. The first blow hit hard, winding the smaller woman. Good. Very good. She expected the second blow to compound that pain even further, and in one degree it did. But Liberty just had to fight back. As her knee began to recoil, Trinity felt Liberty wrap something around her knee, preventing her from lowering it. This was new. In all her years of fighting she had never faced an opponent who would attempt something like this. Trinity was used to fighting all out brawlers, or at the very least, MMA fighters who resorted to brawling. She couldn't even begin to fathom what Liberty would try and attempt.

“What in the h-” Trinity didn't even get a chance to finish her sentence before Liberty let out a huge roar, grabbing at Trinity and lifting her off the ground! To make it worse, Liberty then charged forward, closing the small gap between Trinity and turnbuckle, smashing Trinity into it in the process. Her back would collide with the turnbuckle with a loud smack, eliciting a groan of pain from the larger woman. Her spine had taken the brunt of the force, now throbbing in pain as a result, her midsection had gotten compressed thanks to Liberty pushing against it, but the pain there was more of a discomfort if anything else.

“You - bitch" Trinity groaned our through gritted teeth. “Think you are strong cause you can lift me huh? Well take this!” She raised her elbow and bought it smashing downwards, hoping to hit Liberty right in the back of the neck while she was hunched slightly from her charge.

The crowded roared along with Liberty as she drove Trinity back, even managing to get her boots off the floor as she pushed. She hadn’t paid it too much thoughts, but they were already getting a bit rowdy over this fight. She couldn’t read minds, but she could take a decent guess on why that was - things like this just didn’t happen often in the AFW. Not often enough, anyway.

So there was a smile on Liberty’s face - a small, smirk of one, but a smile - as she drove Trinity back and sent them crashing into the turnbuckle, rattling the ring with her impact.

It was a good moment. Fun. But it wasn’t meant to last, because Trinity turned out to not be nearly as stunned as she’d initially hoped.

Down came a blow to the back of her neck, filling Liberty’s vision with stars. She went down to her knees, stunned for a moment, and shook her head, rapidly trying to regain some sense. It wasn’t a good position to be in, and given Trinity’s temperament, it wasn’t about to get any better in the coming moments.

The crowd at least enjoyed what was going on. She was guessing the sorta matches where two bitches beat the living crap outta one another with very little regard for the other woman's safety, were very few and far between. If Liberty had done that lift and charge against any other girl, it would have knocked them for six and left them at the mercy of the grimy fighter. Trinity hadn’t gotten away totally scathe free, her back was aching, her body recoiling ever so slightly to protect itself. Liberty had managed to earn some respect off Trinity, the fact she was able to lift her up, with little difficulty and smash her like that, was a testament to the black haired woman.

But the ring was not a place to be friends, or to hold back for that matter. Trinity’s smash to the back of her neck had the effect that she desired. Liberty went onto her knees and was now stunned. That was good for Trinity, cause usually it was the on in the corner getting fucked up. Eager to try and escape that corner, Trinity fired her knee forward to meet Liberty’s face. It was a nasty move, one that would garner winces from the crowd at the start. But this was just business. And everyone knew, if the tables were turned, Liberty would have done exactly the same… and then some.

Liberty was on her knees, hurting, raw pain working its way through her system, and for the life of her, she could only really think of one thing at the moment.

This shouldn’t have been happening. Not to her.

She was a former champion, that meant something, had some weight to it. Despite all that, she was getting brought down hard by this younger wrestler. The match was young, yeah, but this wasn’t a good way to kick it off. Not like this.

So as she made her way up, she was of a mind to start changing her fates around, looking to regain control of the match. Trinity, on the other hand, had different ideas. Ones that involved rammed her face in Liberty’s face with bone-breaking force. It sent the former champ flopping over to her back, and from there, the only thing she could was roll about and try to make a quick retreat under the ropes, hoping to get to floor before she could be stopped. It wouldn't’ solve all her problems, but Liberty wouldn’t mind the moment to catch her breath, small as it might’ve been.