Christie Myers vs. Liberty - Hardcore Revival

Match Type: Hardcore
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO

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Liberty stood at the top of the ramp with her arms outstretched and her back arched, getting a...mixed reaction from the crowd as her theme played over the loudspeakers. She’d always had sort of a mixed relationship with the fans - they liked her enough when she was going hardcore, putting bitches through tables or getting put through tables herself. Fun stuff. But she’d never held back on telling them off about the hentai shit, either, and...yeah, that got her some boos. Wrestling fans could have long memories, and there seemed to be more than a few out there who remembered her talking shit in her promos.

Not that she cared. Just making a note of things. She was just happy to be back in the ring. [color=#800000]

It had been what? A year since her last match? Something like that. She’d gone on a little world tour since then, joining in some protests across the world, sit-ins, demonstrations, that sort of thing. She kept herself in shape and did the occasional underground fight when she needed to shore up some extra cash. It was an experience, made some good headway, picked up a few new friends and had some fun one-night-stands along the way.

But it wasn’t the ring. It was the AFW. Stupid as this place could be, she’d missed it, and she knew she had come back sooner or later. So, here she was, walking down the ramp, decked out in her white top and tight skirt that still fit fine, to her eternal surprise. Her metal kneepads chafed a little more than she remembered, but it was nothing she couldn’t get over. It’d be a bigger pain for her opponent, in the end.

Liberty hopped on the apron and vaulted her way into the ring, throwing to the devil horns to the crowd as she made a circle around the ring, her long hair streaming out behind her as she went. She was still bouncing on her heels as she came to a stop at the center of the ring, looking towards the ramp. Cracking her knuckles. Chewing her lip. Full of energy ready to let it all out on whoever was coming her way.

...come to think of it, who was her opponent, again? Christie Something, a new girl, nobody Liberty had ever heard of. She just hoped the woman wasn’t a pushover. She’d spent enough time whipping chumps in crappy steel cages. No more snacks - she wanted a full course meal.

“Ms. Myers? They are ready for you on the stage! What are you still doing back here?”

The stage hand had been sent to find Liberty’s opponent after the former Tension champion’s entrance had begun. They had seen no sign of the Grave Keeper, who had roused up a rather sizable hatedom after her debut. Christie acted more like a thug than a professional, and truth be told the stage hand didn’t want to find the irrefutable firebrand. It was only by accident that they came across Christie, who was leaning on a break room chair completely in costume. Her crimson hue eyes didn’t look up from her phone’s screen as her thumb flicked the electronic pages to the left, then the right. It was only after a minute had passed that she finally turned her phone off and peered at the nervous looking employee.

Such a gaze made the smaller woman nervous. It reminded her of the gaze of a snake. Eyes that were so cold and venomous. She could feel Christie’s eyes slither over her, sizing her up as a reptile would its prey. She was unsure if the Grave Keeper was simply a woman with a horrendous attitude, or a broken psyche that would attack her given the chance. It was only the loud, violent sound of Christie’s music blasting into the nearby arena that finally pried the woman’s eyes off of her. The stage hand had never been so thankful for an early music cue.

“Ms. Myers! They are playing your music! We have to go now!”

The smaller woman turned away to leave, but Christie didn’t budge. Her eyes moved over towards the monitor, reading the text that ran across the screen as Liberty hopped around like an excited rabbit. A small handful of facts were talked about by the commentators, repeating what the text had already said seconds ago. One fact that was highlighted caught the woman’s interest, and Christie walked over towards the screen to take a closer look.

“A former hard core fighter...and champ? Hard core is this place’s best of the best, isn’t that right?”

“What?! I mean...I guess? It's where most of the cruller fighters go, but as for the best...that depends on who you talk to. Look, we really need to go!”

Christie took one last look at the screen, seeing the woman stretch in her corner before hatching a smile that better belonged on a demon. This time, Christie followed the stage hand. Her eyes burning with anticipation.

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Just as Christie’s music began to die down, Liberty’s opponent finally stepped out into the open, instantly getting showered with jeers and boo’s from just about everyone in the audience. Christie’s outfit was hidden beneath a dark leather jacket, and she brandished a flat headed shovel over her shoulder as she walked down to meet her foe for the night.

Despite being late, Christie had no issue stopping to slap or even punch the unfortunate crowd member that got too close or screamed a bit too loud. Her cold expression never changed. Not until she got into the ring.

The Sadistic Succubus set her shovel outside the combat arena before turning towards Liberty. The girl looked soft, if she was being honest. The knee pads looked like the biggest threat. At the very least, she didn’t appear to be as big of a push over as that Clara girl was. Of course, seeing some of the sluts this place loved to hire, that hardly meant anything. If Liberty was a former champ, then she had to be, at the very least, one of the best fighters this place had to offer.

Christie was excited to prove to everyone just how pathetic this whole place was! From the fighters to the audience! This whole place was going to burn…

“I’m not expecting much from you lady.” Christie hissed as she adjusted her gloves, “But I hope you can be at least a little more interesting than the last bitch I broke. Not much fun when a fight only lasts five minutes!”

...where the fuck was her opponent?

Liberty had been getting all psyched up in the ring, bouncing on her toes, doing some stretches, cracking her knuckles, all that. Hyping herself up for the match, knowing that it could be a good one. It had been so long since she had some real meat to sink her fangs into, and truth told, she didn’t much care who she got to bite at this point. She just needed to fuck someone up. Sharpen her blade a little.

But the music started, and she waited for her opponent to come out...and waited...and waited. She stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot on the canvas as she looked up the ramp. Liberty wasn’t a big fan of waiting in general, but waiting for a fight? Not happening. Was the woman just stalling, afraid of going against a former champ?

She’d just taken a step forward, ready to go back and drag her opponent out kicking and screaming if she had to, when the woman finally came out, dressed in a big trenchcoat for effect. Liberty stepped back and watched her come to the ring, shovel in hand, trying to look like Betty Badass. It might’ve been enough to impress the skinny bitches who passed for the hardcore division these days, but she’d need a little more before she started sweating.

”Pfft.” She blew some hairs out of her face and stepped back as Christie came her way, already talking shit, despite the size difference between them, begging to get knocked on her ass. LIberty spat to the side, then glared back at the woman. ”Five minutes? Bitch, it’ll take five minutes for you to get that shovel out of your ass when I ram it up there.”

The bell rang and she decided not to waste anymore time - she took off at full steam and leaped with her leg raised, looking to hit her opponent square in the chest with a high knee.

Perhaps it was unintentional, but the second Liberty took a step back, a small smile spread across Christie’s lips. The expression was thin and barely noticeable, the corners of the gothic gladiator’s lips curling upwards as she peered at her opponent’s puffy expresion. Even as Liberty threw verbal mud at Christie, she would only peer at her with an eerie look of amusement. The closest thing Christie would respond with was a small shrug of her shoulders as that faint smile of hers dissolved away as if it were never there.

“The Champ that faded away and then came back with more bark than bite...can’t wait to see you disappoint everyone on your big return.”

Christie’s tone wasn’t taunting. In fact, it was so passive that it sounded as though she had stated a fact. Almost like it had already happened. As though the match had been finished the moment Christie walked into the ring, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Such arrogance was sure to fuel the fires of rage in Liberty’s eyes, and no sooner did the bell ring then the former champ sprung at the newbie like a spring!

Instantly, Liberty’s knee came up in an arc ready to slam into the newbie’s chest! Liberty’s grey eyes were locked on to her target, Christie’s movements quick and precise as she crouched into a defensive stance, her arm going across her shoulder one second! And the next-!

Darkness would envelop the ring lights! Or rather, something would descend from them. The heavy leather jacket would quickly fall towards Liberty like a swooping bird going in for the kill! All while its master quickly jolted towards the side of her opponent's attack! Christie seemed keen on ambushing Liberty right at the start, and if she succeeded, there would be little to stop her from wrapping her arms around Liberty's waist and moving to lift her up and slam her to the canvas with a German Suplex right out of the gate!

Champ.

Faded away.

More bark than bite.

Liberty knew she’d get crap like when she came back after her little hiatus, but she didn’t expect it coming so soon, and from a wrestler she’d never heard of. Christie looked tough, sure - kind of a weird getup, but there was muscle, plain to see. But she was new, not nearly the right amont of respect. Not a problem, though. She knew how to beat some in.

The knee would’ve done a great job of that, too, with her size advantage, if it hit. If. It didn’t unfortunately, as her opponent showed more agility than she could keep up with, throwing the jacket as a distraction. Liberty tossed it aside, tried to draw a bead on Christie, but by then it was too late - she could feel the grip behind her, the arms closing in, and she went flying.

Liberty was a big woman and she made a lot of noise when she came down, a hard crash on the back other neck. It would’ve been bad later in the match, but when she was fresh like this? The move hurt, but it pissed her off more than anything. A moment later, she was slamming her fist into the mat and pushing up to her feet, wanting to at least get on good ground before her opponent tried to press an advantage.

Heavy Bitch…

The thunderous impact echoed out through the arena like an explosion had gone off! The ring shook with the force as the two competitors split away from each other, gripping the crowd's attention without sparing them a thought! The suplex was quite a gamble to open with and while not as effective as it would have been were it saved for later in the match, it said something about the Grave Keeper who implemented the strategy. The crowd took the attack as Christie slapping Liberty across the face, as if showing off what she was capable of right at the start. Even the loud impact gave off the impression that there was a hidden strength in the newcomer, despite the fact that most of the impact was truly just Liberty’s weight and the acoustics of the arena.

Still...things were immediately interesting, as Liberty’s fans watched as she grew enraged at the attack, going so far as to take a moment to pound the canvas with her fist as she got back to her feet. Christie took the time to lightly shake her wrists with an odd look of annoyance before quickly jumping back upright. It seemed Liberty had read Christie’s mind, as the Malevolent Marauder was quickly rushing down the Champ while she was still getting back up.

As Christie closed the gap, Liberty would likely recognize what was coming next, as she had attempted a similar strategy just moments ago! As if to mock her further, Christie was mimicking Liberty’s high knee attack! Leaping with her knee moving in like a battering ram looking to break down an obstacle! The key difference was that where Liberty had aimed for Christie’s chest, Christie was aiming for Liberty’s face or jaw! As though she were looking to cave in her face with a single blow! The heated newbie seemed intent on piling on as much damage as she could, as though attempting to prove herself...or perhaps, a point.

Spoiler:

”Fucking stupid, goddamn piece of-”

Liberty Vella was not a happy camper at the moment.

While she was certainly ticked at the woman who’d just dumped her like an overweight bag of trash, the bitchy one who looked like a street walker with a skull fetish, she was more mad at herself for falling for that shit in the first place. Not exactly championship material, there, but fuck it. She could roll with this, get things back on track, and she saw an opportunity coming to do just that as her opponent brought the fight to her.

Christie was closing in fast as Liberty rose, looking to clock her before she could recover, and doing a good job of it - the woman could take initiative, no denying that. When she leaped with her knee raised high, she almost managed to connect with a blow that would’ve left her loopy. But the former champ was a bit more ready this time.

As Christie leaped, Liberty rose to meet her, moving her head enough to avoid the knee and let it come down on her shoulder. At the same time, she reached up to grab her waist, grabbed the straps on her bikini with a tight grip, then jerked forward, looking to bring Christie back to the earth with a sloppy powerbomb, completely reversing her momentum.

Christie struck out at Liberty with the intention of knocking her head clean off of her shoulders. She planned on fighting the former Champ as though her life depended on it, using any trick or attack she needed to succeed and destroy her opponent. No matter what it took, Christie would have no intention of stopping this fight until either she herself couldn’t get back up, or Liberty herself could not get off the ground. In a hardcore match where anything goes, any attitude less than that would be a serious mistake.

As Christie moved in to crack Liberty’s skull, the taller woman’s fury was plain to see in her eyes. With utmost precision she leaped forwards into Christie’s attack, but moved her head just enough to slip past the Grave Keeper’s knee. Without skipping a beat, Liberty seized her momentarily airborne foe’s hips and secured her hold by grasping the bottoms of Christie’s bikini. In a single instant, the former champ threw Christie down, spiking her into the canvas and wrenching a pained grunt from the Crypt Keeper’s jaws.

“Shit!” The woman snapped! Hey crimson eyes shooting down to glare at her crafty opponent before attempting to drive an elbow down onto Liberty’s skull ! Hoping to prevent any further plans the Champ may have had...

‘Shit’ was right. Liberty made sure to put a little extra stink on that powerbomb, hammering Christie into the canvas with all the force she could muster. The match was starting, and some might consider this overboard, but she’d never been much into that ‘feeling out’ BS. She liked to hit her opponents 100% right from the start, and she got the distinct impression that this little bitch felt much the same way. Two peas in a pod, them.

Now, the way things usually worked after a powerbomb, her opponent would be stunned enough for a pin or something. She wasn’t about to go for that, but she was thinking about all the ways she could get Christie to scream. Maybe ram her face into the turnbuckle pads for a bit. Or get a chair and start throwing weapons into a mix. Wouldn’t be a party without the party favors.

But it turned out that Christie was a little too hardy for that followup, still having some fight in her even after the crash. Liberty was given an elbow in the skull for her troubles. It was enough to make her back off, rocking her skull, and she was forced to stand up and stumble away as they both dealt with their pains.

The fiery, pin needle pain that ran up Christie’s bare back was a frustrating experience to endure. Whether the former champ was getting serious or not, she was at the very least finally putting at least some effort into the fight. The move was still sloppy as hell, a joke of an attack for any “champion”, even if it was a move performed on the fly. If Liberty thought she would scrape by using those counters, then it would surely be the Grave Keeper that would bury this runaway once and for all!

The strike that came down on Liberty’s skull was brutal and sharp! Like a spear pounding against armor, the impact was rough and painful but far from lasting. The attack earned Christie her freedom from the champions mount and a reprieve from any further attacks, but only for a split second. In what seemed to be in the blink of an eye, both fighters were back on their feet! Their glare’s were closer to those of feral animals that found themselves in a fight to the death! The viperous gaze of Christie intercepting the tough as nails glare of Liberty.

The Crypt Keeper only clicked her tongue as she began to circle Liberty’s defensive form, looking with a lazy glare for any kind of hole in her defenses. Like a predator observing its prey until it could find the best point to clamp its jaws around and take down it’s victim. However, Christie was hardly one to wait in a “no rules” fight, and upon seeing even the slightest opening, the Undead would move in to initiate a slobberknocker with the start of a calculated and brutal punch to the head!