Trinity Cordova vs Liberty: Hardcore Debut

Trinity was feeling ontop of the world right now. she had hurt Liberty enough that she tried to escape the ring. Trinity wasn't going to stop her though. Liberty needed a break, and so did Trinity, the small spasms in her back a constant reminder of the charge that happened before. There was a risk that Trinity would gloat and become too confident, but for now, she was keeping a somewhat level head.

The question was what to do next. She could wait, let Liberty recover and climb back into the ring. It was after all the polite thing to do. But that meant Liberty would recover and be fired up, something that Trinity probably didn't want to experience. So instead she opted for taking the fight to her, splitting the ropes she made her way ringside. She wasn't particularly fast at climbing down however, her height did have some disadvantages, So Liberty did have some time to herself

No. No, this was not a good way for her match to start. Liberty was woman enough to admit that.

It was hard to say any different, really, given her current position. Aching. On the floor. Retreating from her opponent. None of these things were aspects that Liberty took any pride in, and yet, here she was. She had to give Trinity credit, the woman knew how to pour on her offense.

Her only saving grace was that the taller wrestler wasn’t too quick on her feet, taking a moment to get out of the ring, giving Liberty some precious time to get her bearings. She would’ve loved more, sure, but she wasn’t about to be picky.

She waited until Trinity had both of her feet on the apron, and that was the moment she chose to strike. Rising to her feet, she lunged towards her foe and lashed out with her swinging arm, attempting to hit her hard in the back of her ankles with a lariat. With any luck, the move would take the feet out from under foe and trip her up, bringing her down for a hard landing on the edge of the ring.

The match was going rather well for Trinity. She was clueless in regards to her opponents pedigree, so she had no idea about just how embarrassing it was for Liberty to be losing to a debuting rookie in this state. She had no idea that the woman who was currently lying on the ground below her was a former champion in her field.

All Trinity could really do was look forward and keep focusing on the win. A win would jump start her career here and possibly elevate her to new heights. Trinity had finally gotten between the ropes and was now on the very edge of the ring. It was just the case of jumping down. She spent a second contemplating whether to just jump down and crush Liberty with a splash attack, but that second gave Liberty time to fight back.

Suddenly, and without warning, Liberty displayed a burst of energy. She got up and struck her arm to Trinity's ankles. At first Trinity scoffed, Liberty couldn't be that strong… oh how wrong she was. When the lariat finally hit it was like a sledgehammer, knocking her cleanly off her feet. Trinity began the fall, her spine was the first thing that hit the ringside, sending another painful jolt of pain into her spine. A yelp of pain followed, it wasn't for dramatic effect though, it was true pain. The two attacks on her spine combined had caused a nasty piece of damage.

As her feet finally hit the mats around the ring, Trinity would slump down, eventually lying on the floor in a similar position that Liberty was in seconds ago. She hunched her body somewhat, trying to make sure that Liberty could not hit her back again.

”Gotcha bitch!”

No, Liberty couldn’t resist that little flourish, added on as she swung her legs into Trinity’s ankle and sent her tumbling. The bigger woman had done such a good job of dismantling her up to this point, and it was all kinds of satisfying to give some of that damage back and knock her flat. Far from winning the match, of course, but a good start.

Trinity went down, hard, with a far less graceful crash than the one Liberty herself had went through. A good thing, because it ended up with her on the floor, face down, looking wide open, and the former champ could think of a litany of ways to exploit that.

Her first inclination was to just kick her a lot, wail into her and drain away on those reserves, deliver the pain. But a better idea occurred to her after a second of thought.

She reached under the apron, pulled out a folded steel chair, and held it high, getting a swell of audience appreciation. With it gripped tight in her hands, she brought it down, full force, onto Trinity’s back, hammering her into the mat. Nothing held back, no restraints.

Everything had changed so quickly. One moment Trinity had been working Liberty down and pretty much destroying her. Now she was lying on the floor with her back feeling like it was on the verge of snapping in half. It was about to get worse too. Liberty had decided to forego the traditional striking a woman while she was down and instead opted to go underneath the ring and pulled out a steel chair. Trinity didn’t notice the chair at first, she was too busy writhing pain from the previous strikes.

It was about to get a whole lot worse. Liberty would slam the steel chair down onto her back with no remorse. The sound of steel smashing on bone let out an echo that only caused the crowd to get even rowdier. The impact caused Trinity to relinquish a moan, no a howl of pain. The smash almost paralysed Trinity. Her body felt numb as her back refused to move. She rolled over onto her back, letting her protect her back, stopping Liberty from striking her again. Another hit like that on her back could possibly keep her down for the rest of the match and giving Liberty free reign to beat the living crap out of her.

“You fucking cunt!... You wait until i get up, you are a dead woman walking”

Trinity realised that by lying on her back she was leaving herself vulnerable to a chair right to the face. She had to try and get Liberty away from her before she could get another hit in. So she decided to play dirty. Liberty wanted to sink low and grab a chair on a downed woman, Trinity could go lower. Much lower. She would lift her foot off the ground and coil it, bringing her knee upto to her stomach, storing all that energy in her calves and thighs, ready to fire like a cannon. She would give off a small smirk to Liberty before firing her foot forward, trying to smash her trained clad foot right between Liberty’s legs. It was a filthy, dirty move… But it was clear that these two women held no love for each other at all.

The feel of the impact, going through the metal, through your skin, all the way to your bones. That rich, crisp shock in the air that sent a tingle all over. The crack of metal coming down against bone, all while the crowd cheered and jeered and winced and watched the carnage.

There really was nothing quite like a perfectly executed chair shot. Liberty loved it. Could never get enough. Trinity, on the other hand, didn’t seem to appreciate it all that match, though it might’ve had a little to do with her being on the receiving end, if she was being completely fair.

The blow did its job well, forcing Trinity over to her back, making her turtle up and giving the former champ a fresh selection of targets to choose from. She raised the chair up and prepared to drive it down hard on her opponent’s skull, looking to knock the wind clean out of her.

And, for her troubles, she got a boot in the cunt. Nice.

Liberty squawked and dropped the chair right away, falling down to her knees as she grasped her battered groin. Trinity’s aim was right on, digging in deep, and it left her gasping for air.

”Fuck...your entire...family!”

Normally Trinity avoided low blow attacks. She was a hardcore fighter, sure, but that didn’t mean she had to fight below the belt. Liberty though, this bitch deserved it. She didn’t know why but Trinity had taken a instant dislike to her. Maybe it was because Liberty reminded Trinity of what she used to look like in her street fighting days? Which wasn’t that long ago.

Liberty was now on her knees and Trinity was willing herself back up onto her feet, letting out a few groans as her back complained in agony from all the movement. The bulk of the pain would wear off soon, but she was going to be feeling that chair shot for the next couple of days. Once on her feet she looked down at Liberty with a smirk.

“You use a chair, you get cuntshot” She chimed. Reaching down she would wrap her hand around some of Liberty's long locks of hair and give them tug, lifting her to her feet in a hunched position. Trinity then proceeded to drag Liberty in tow by the hair, towards the steel stairs. Once there Trinity would pull Liberty’s head up as high as she could before slamming down into the hard metal stairs. If she wanted to use chairs, Trinity would go one better.

“You really wanna fuck with me bitch? You really wanna try and out fight me? I have been doing this on the streets for years. Your little filthy punk ass ain’t got nothing on me!” After her little speech, Trinity went over and grabbed the chair that Liberty dropped. She turned to face Liberty and opened the chair, seat side facing towards Liberty, Trinity standing behind the chair. She was setting something up for sure, but would Liberty be able to guess.

Right in the cunt. Right in the cunt.

Sure, Liberty would’ve done it herself if she had even have a chance and the idea crossed her, but strangely, that didn’t make her feel one whit better about the dirty move that her foe had just pulled. It sure didn’t make the pain hurt any less, that was for sure.

Worst of, she knew that Trinity wasn’t going to let this opening she’d made go to waste, an assumpting that was proven when the younger wrestler grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up, forcing her to stand with wobbly legs, cursing up a storm the whole way.

”Bitchbitchbitchbitchbitchbitchbitch-”

Her protests were cut short when Trinity slammed her into the stairs, ramming it down with full force and busting Liberty’s head immediately. The former champ went rolling away, flopping to her back and staying there for a few precious seconds.

When she did start to move, it was a slow, sluggish affair, as she rolled over and started to push herself back up, getting up to her knees. All the while, blood started to drip from her forehead, creating a puddle beneath her as she rose.

Trinity was currently feeling a strange mix of emotions. She was used to fights where they were constant slugfests. A fight like this was somewhat different to her. While she did display some psychopathic tendencies, she also felt some remorse eating away at her, especially for the previous attack she just performed. Part of her wanted to give Liberty some time to recover, some time to possibly recover from the now forming pool of blood on the floor. She was bleeding badly by the looks of it. However, Trinity had to ask herself an important question:

Would Liberty to the same if the tables were turned?

Of course she wouldn’t. She would have charged at the down and bleeding Trinity and kick her a new one. That was the only thing that was keeping Trinity going at the moment. Walking over to the recovering Liberty, she would reach down and grip the womans again.

“Do you really think i am going to let you get up?”

With her hand tightly gripped onto her hair, Trinity used her free hand to grab the edge of Liberty’s pants. With both areas secured tightly, Trinity picked her up and the swung, throwing her head first into the ring barricade. She was tempted to go and attack again, but instead bent down to look at the small puddle of blood that had gathered where she had laid before.She ran her index finger through the liquid, observing it before putting it in her mouth and sucking her finger dry.

“I probably just gave myself AIDS” she grimaced.

This was hardly the first time Liberty had seen her own blood, so that alone wasn’t enough to freak her out. Cage matches, underground fights, bar brawls were bi-weekly occurrences for her. Match or not, she usually did something that caused her to bleed before the seven days were up. Par for the course.

But she couldn’t remember the last time it happened so early. Yeah. This was bad. This was very bad.

And Trinity seemed to know how much of a barrel she had over Liberty, too, because she made sure to maximize her opportunity. The former champ had just started the long, arduous journey back to her feet when she felt her hair getting yanked again and her skirt being tugged, hauled up by this hulk of a woman. She managed to get her hands up, but they were only able to absorb a small fraction of the force as she was hurled forward, sent careening into the barricade. She hit hard and flopped over to her back, watching Trinity with glazed eyes, as the woman leaned down, extended her finger and…

...drank her blood?

Liberty was hardly the most hygienic woman ever, but even she had her limits, and drinking blood was on the far side of things she wasn’t about to do.

”Well...fuck you.” Was about all she had to say at the moment about her little comment. Liberty would’ve loved to say more, a lot more, about the AIDs crack and how poor taste that was, but she was too busy rolling about in pain.