Second Against The Wall

"Gotcha!" Adrian called back throwing a thumbs up to Libby. It had been ages since the former cosplayer was able to do anything like this, make random friends from strange places and have them wreak havoc on someone who had it coming, and at least this time Adrian was safe in the knowledge that Gwen really did have it coming, and it wasn't just her insecurities projecting villainy onto someone who was no more of a jerk than average for AFW... admittedly that was damming with feint praise but still! She and Libby were getting on great and they hadn't even touched the Limo yet. "Eagle Two, Super Heavy Metal Death Queen is on board, proceeding to target. Love you~" She cooed through the phone, barely surpressing her excited squeals.

"Love you too, Shiny Pikachu." Rebecca sighed back, a smile on her face as she shook her head. "You're gonna owe me 500 yen though."


"I'll pay up when the roof hits the ground! See you in a bit." Adrian finished, folding the phone into her pocket and ignoring the quizzical looks from the staff as she slung an arm around Libby. "Awww this is gonna be great! I can't wait to see her face when she finds out 'cause she's gonna be sooo mad even though it's like what, two of twelve to her? It's like me getting stuck on my scooter for a few minutes." the brunette chatted, if by some miracle Gwen didn't find out it was then by the nature of what happened then Adrian's openness to talk about it would give her more than enough hints. "So..." she added, changing the subject "What's your deal with Gwen? other than her being a bitch."

...fuck, Liberty needed to get a girlfriend.

Most her relationships could even hardly qualify as the word. She’d always been more of a one-night-stand sort of girl, hooking with groupies are concerts and the occasional ring rat. Never anything permanent. Never anything serious. But watching Adriand get all gooey over Rebecca reminded Liberty that she wasn’t exactly in the prime of her life, that she’d have to slow down someday. And then…

Sobering thought. Bad thought. Annoying thought. She banished it for the time being and focused on more enjoyable, illegal matters.

She jumped a little when Adrian put an arm around her, but didn’t make any real attempt to keep it from happening. Just not a gesture that was she was all that used to.

”Pretty simple thing, really.” She shrugged. ”Her company was up to a lot of crap, me and some others protested that crap, she showed up and we got a match going on, and she fought dirty and sat on my face.”

That was how she chose to remember it, anyway.

”Besides,” Liberty snorted and tossed her hair back. ”She just kind of pisses me off. Managements loves their pretty blonde champs, so they let her get away with all kinds of crap. She’s a bully and a jerk and she treats everyone like dirt. Not some shit I’m about to let her get away with. Ever.”

Adrian flinched back as Liberty recoiled slightly from the side-hug, she wasn't stopping it but the former cosplayer's arm zoomed back to her own side as the two continued on to the parking lot. "Right, right. And this is management when they're not being actively sadistic with the rape dungeons. Eeesch..." she said, trying to diffuse the rapidly increasing level of awkwardness as they made their way through the double doors to the parking lot.

It was scary how un-noticable Rebecca could be when she wanted to, an ability perfected in the states where she had to try and get people's attention off of her while she walked around the ring, looking for a perfect opportunity to trip one of Adrian's less fortunate opponents. Wearing sweatpants and a large T shirt, her long legs allowed her to walk quickly with only a few footsteps, just enough speed to get behind Adrian and Libby and put a hand on both their shoulders "Surprise motherfuckers."

Liberty frowned a bit when Adrian pulled her hand away, giving herself a good mental kick for being so damn awkward. Adrian was nice and funny and energetic and cute and willing to vandalize private property to settle grudges, all qualities that she sought in a friend. She was of a strong mind to not fuck this up.

They’d just made their way out into the parking lot, with Liberty’s eyes getting used to the dim light, when a hard clap came down on the former champions’ shoulders and sent the Italian jumped. With a quack - a legit, duckish quack - she hoped forward, spun about, and...stared. It was a stare that Rebecca had probably seen a few times before. The look of a tall woman feeling short for the first time in her life.

”Uh. Hey.” Liberty stepped forward and gave Rebecca a tap with her fist, a little bump on the abs. ”Holy crap, you are real. Saw some of your matches, but yeah...up close…wow.” She whistled, gawking a bit, cut it out.

Rebecca was half-expecting Libby to spin around and punch her in the chest (if she couldn't reach her face) when the Italian jumped like that, although the Quack neatly complimented Adrian's "Yipe!" and she should have known better. The amazon chuckled as the unlikely duo spun around to meet their ambusher. Adrian's shoulders slumped quickly as she groaned "Did you have to?"



"Ha ha... kinda." the giantess chuckled, ruffling her lovers hair before turning back to the gawking Libby. "I know, I look a lot smaller on TV." She joked as the anarchist patted her abs "So what we got planned, just rolling one or what?"

Okay, no more gawking. There’d be plenty of time for that later. Now was the time for business - the business of wanton vandalism.

”Right! We could - and should - flip Gwen’s limo over, but same time, I’m thing we should be realistic, you know? She has other limos, this won’t hurt her too much at the end of the day.” She wagged a finger. “If we do this, I say we need to send a message on top. Make sure she knows where the love is coming from. So!”

Liberty skipped over to the other side of the lot and opened the trunk of her ratty car, which was conveniently nearby. With a quick turn of her keeps, the trunk popped open to reveal her favorite tools for this sort of activity. Always on hand. Never know when you might need to spontaneously fight the power.

”Now, I’ve got two baseball bats, one crowbar, and a knife, good for tire slashes...or we could use this tire iron, here, and take off her tires, sell them for a little bank. Just throwing that out there.” She pointed to the far side of the trunk. ”Now, this is what I was talking about before, the spray cans. I say we do a little tagging, give it the personal touch.”

She brought out two cans, red and black, and started shaking them up as she looked to her new friends. ”You can leave it to me, if you want. Or join in. It’s every bit as fun as you think, trust me.”

Adrian was quick to scuttle over to Liberty's battered but robust-looking car fits the owner... what does owning a scooter say about me? and kept trying to peek around the bigger woman to get a view of what she was pulling out before she said it. "She's got more than ten," Rebecca said, eyeing the baseball back. "Trash one, flip the other afterwards whichever way she looks she gets a message that if she's not gonna respect other people, then they won't respect her stuff." 

"And I can tape the flip and then pan across to the pre-trashed limo!" Adrian piped up before quickly adding. "I'm a, I'm gonna edit it before I show it to anyone, take the sound out, make sure it doesn't show us but since when has any cop cared about what goes on here? It'll be fiiiine." She finished before eyeing the paint cans. "Never uh... never used them, don't you have to like wear a gas mask when spray painting?"

Liberty just shrugged at the idea of the police finding out about this. Oh, she understood Adrian’s apprehension. She probably had kind of a clean record going, didn’t want to get her hands too dirty, probably wanted to avoid running afoul of the system. But, for her…

”Eh, edit how you want, but I’m fine. I do this sort of shit all the time, they’d probably assume it was me, anyway.” She started setting out her cans on top of the car, making sure they had a full range to work with. ”I take a few lumps for the cause. It happens.”

Undeterred, she grabbed two cans - red and white - and started to make her way over to the limo, eager to get the party started. ”So, uh…” She glanced Rebecca’s way. ”You’ve flipped over a car before?”

As Liberty pulled past her with two cans in hand, Adrian steeled her nerve. This was the wrestling business after all, and she'd taken enough 'lumps' that she was either getting increasingly concussed or building up a resistance. Besides, the whole point of this was to get revenge on Gwen and rub it in her face that her actions (i.e. being a rich cunt) had consequences (i.e. vandalism), and if she couldn't get her own hands dirty them what did that make her? Using Rebecca and Libbby as her own personal goon squad while she took pictures? Nuh-uh. "Pass me the white one!"  She eventually called, grabbing a crowbar for herself as well. "...probably should have got more protective clothing..."

Rebecca herself showed no hesitation in grabbing the baseball bat, giving it a trial tap alongside one of the limos, partially to test for alarms, partially to get a feeling of how hard she was going to have to swing if she was going to make a dent in this. "Well, there was this one time. But it was a shitty little city car, you know, the ones you can barely fit 2 people in but say they sit 5? Although that had people in it... long story."

Now, how best to start, the was the question of the moment. Liberty stood before her canvas and let the creative juices flow, considering the best route to go with this. Should she go with something a little perverse? She could put her name all over this limo, sure, and she wanted to give it her own personal touch, but she wasn’t 100% on what artistic flourishes to go along with it. Something Gwen would hate, of course, but…

Liberty shrugged and started spraying around the rear end of the car, deciding to let her creative juices flow as she worked. She casted a curious eye towards Rebecca, though. ”Hey, I’ve got time for a long story, feel free to share. Was actually kinda hoping to get to know you two a bit better. Crazy we’ve been here so long and haven’t crossed paths before, you know?”