Second Against The Wall

" 'S fair," Rebecca replied, shrugging her shoulders as she walked around the Limo, trying to get a good swinging position to take off one of the wing mirrors. "This was like, Nine years ago. I was drunk after a show... think it was in Jersey? Anyway. Everyone's getting hammered because the promoter actually paid for more than a hot-dog and gas money and no-one was checking IDs," the big woman explained before she took a big swing. The Limo was evidently held together with sterner stuff than most as instead of going flying, it was merely dislodged slightly as the amazon staggered back "Fuck..." she grunted. "So there's a bunch of wrestlers, and a bunch of other guys so there's only about 5 women in a crowd of like 40." She continued, opting for an overhead strike down at the offending mirror, to much better results as the joints gave way, letting the light metal and glass crash down on the ground. 

"One guy, wasn't a wrestler, he tries to get handsy with Adrian, we weren't official back then but it was a major thing that anyone who tried to mess with her had to go through me. So a guy thinks he's hot shit, punches me in the face, cause I'm like one of the bigger people in the room, probably just thought my boobs were just massive pecs or something, and everyone just starts staring. Like they knew he fucked up. He books it for his shitty little car, I grab it and start lifting." She continued while Adrian scraped the edge of her weapon of choice, the crowbar, along the edge. "Sooner or later, he's stuck pissing himself inside his car, upside down while the rest of us are cheesing it because the barkeep called the cops or something. Well... that's how someone told me it went down, I was pretty hammered..."

So many people, too many people, thought graffiti was an easy thing, that you just got some cans and went to work on whatever canvas you could find - and they weren’t wrong, but they weren’t right, either. Yeah, you could just go crazy with the colors and turn whatever you wanted into this crazy mishmash, and that could be fun in its own way. But graffiti could be art, too, and real art took some thought.

So Liberty began her work slow. Careful. Thoughtful. Working on the lines first, filling them in, keeping her work nice and smooth and pretty, all while she listened to Rebecca speak. She found herself chuckling along with the story getting a growing smile as she imagined a drunk giantess going to work on some poor dumbass’ car.

”Sounds like a fun night. Kind of wish I’d been there. Would’ve loved to see the look on the guy’s face before he bolted off.” She began to work on the curves, making sure to get a nice balance going on.

”Won’t lie, I’m kind of seriously jealous of the both of you.” SHe had a little sigh as she went about her work. ”You guys really made the long-term relationship thing work. It’s nice. Me? Don’t think I’ve ever gone beyond the ‘with benefits’ phase, and even then, it only went about a week."

"Yeah... uh... that does kinda... kinda sucks." Rebecca said, scratching the back of her head. Relationship comparisons or assistance were not her strong suit, leaving the amazon at a loss for words as she just watched Liberty go about her work, impressed with just how neat she was being with a painting tool that Rebecca had expected to just be rough and done while the paint was still dripping. "So what got you into, this. I mean, Adrian asked this time but I mean..." the giantess broke off, trying to change the subject.

Did she say something wrong? She said something wrong. Wow, Liberty’s socializing skills were in dire need of improvement.

Rebecca wanted to change the subject, and Liberty had no problem with going along with that, all too eager to move on to something less embarrassing.

”What, you mean this?” She nodded towards the graffiti as she shook her can back up, getting rid of the stoppage. ”I guess I just hate bullies, you know? World’s full of ‘em, lot of them wear suits. Doing stuff like this, protests, speaking out, it’s the best way for us little people to punch back.”

She leaned forward and went back to work. ”Life’s too short. Can’t sit on the sidelines. Have to participate.”

"'S cool," Rebecca said, nodding her head in agreement, "So Gwendolyn's like double asshole for you, just on principle before she acts like she does." the giantess reasoned before their chat was interrupted by the ear piercing sound of scraping metal on metal.

"Aha!" Adrian declared, popping her head up from the other side of the limousine "this paint ISN'T key proof." the former cosplayer announced before ducking down out of sight, creating a tribal tattoo of scratched paint on her side "How's it going over there?"

"You can't rush art Addy!" Rebecca called over before going back to Libby "So what bought you to Japan, AFW. I mean for us it was a case of there were no big places taking on women wrestlers and Adrian's a massive weeb-" "So were you!" "-Dragonball Z doesn't count! But yeah, how'd you go from protesting to pro wrestling?"

”Yeah, double asshole. Plus, she kind of sat on my face…” She muttered that last part, still remembering the feel. It actually wasn’t that bad, all things considered. Soft. Pleasant smelling, as butts went. But the act was pretty clear disrespect, and there was a part of Liberty that would never be settled until she evened up.

She took a few seconds to step back and admire her work, thinking over where to go next, while Rebecca asked her next question. Wasn’t sure what a ‘weeb’ was, though.

”I came to Japan to protest some offshore drilling, wound up getting stuck, needed to make some money, I’ve always been pretty good in a fight, and the AFW has the weakest hiring standards this side of Uber. Soooooooo yeah.”

Simple story, but there it was.

”Took well to it, so I stayed. Won a belt. Dropped a belt. Then someone came and picked it up…” There was a knowing tone in her voice as she stepped over and went back to work. Though, technically, Brittany Luuve had picked it up first, then Adrian, if she was remembering the line right. But fuck Brittany Luuve and her stupid high heels.

"Yeah, that'll happen here." Rebecca commented off-handily, nodding along with Liberty's story knowing full well that 99% of the roster had been either had their face sat on or sat on somebody's face, or both. "Done more than me here, so that's something." The giantess said, trying to sound encouraging as she took a little walk around, letting the sound of shattered glass do the talking as one of the large panels tinkled into shiny shards both inside and outside the limo as she shook the bat clean, the last thing she needed was to get cut by broken glass.

"Alright! How's it going this side?" Adrian asked, swinging around to take a look at the artwork. "Looking good~" she whistled "Didn't know you could get that detailed with spray paint, what's the pink thing though?"

Liberty let out a long sigh as the glass shattered, always enjoying that crisp, clean sound. It had been too long since she’d engaged in some healthy vandalism, she’d nearly forgotten how enriching it could be. Maybe that was the problem with her in-ring work lately? She needed to go back to her roots, bring back the magic she had when she’d first joined the AFW and scooped up a belt.

It was a lofty thought, and one she made a mental note to revisit, right as Adrian came over and admired her work. It took her a moment to realize what her fellow felon was talking about, but she centered on it soon enough.

”That’s just…” She gave it a few extra touches, and completed the image enough to make it clear. ”A butt. Something to give Gwen a preview of what I’ve got in store for her the next time I get my hands on her.”

"Cool, cool." Adrian nodded along. "All I got was scratching the paint to read 'Gwen sucks dick' but it's really hard to read." She confessed before reaching in her bag for a video camera, "Okay! So this one's looking better than ever now, so are we gonna try for the main event?" the brunette suggested, running over the artwork, minor destruction and general vandalism that the trio had done to the first limo.

"Ready to lose a bet?" Rebecca called back, heading back over to Libby's truck to put away the bat and to get some gloves on, ready to show just how strong she was. "So we just gonna wait for her to find out or what?"


"Eh... I'll show her at some point." Adrian blew off, "besides, if we ever get time together as the three of us, we can watch it back and laugh."

”Eh.” Liberty shrugged and moved over to the side, trying to get a good look at Adrian’s handiwork. No, it wasn’t the best scratchjob she’d ever seen, but she felt the point would get across, regardless. ”It’s the thought that counts.”

She took a few steps back, figuring it would be a good idea to give a behemoth like Rebecca space, regardless of how this went down. It was also good to admire her handiwork, look at what the three of them had accomplished. While Gwen surely had a fleet of cars just like this one, the initial outrage would be something to see.

Something that Adrian said caught her off guard, though, and she turned her way, scratching her head. ”Show who at some point?”