Christie Myers vs. Liberty - Hardcore Revival

The bitch could punch. Liberty had to admit that, though, really it was hard to deny that fact when her head was aching from the last blow she took.

It was hard to believe at first blush, given the difference sizes at play here - Christie wasn’t the skinniest bitch Liberty had ever run ragged, but she wasn’t in her weight class by any stretch of the imagination. The body she had was well-packed, though, capable of dishing out some real damage. Stuff to look out for. Speaking of which…

Christie was coming in and coming in, throwing hard and heavy blow that cracked Liberty right in the face and sent her staggering away. It wasn’t any more pleasant than the last hit she took, sure, but she was more ready for it this time, able to take it and come back. And she had something hard to come back with, too.

For a moment, it looked like Liberty was going to fall for a second, starting to turn to the side, dipping down. Instead of falling, however, she kept turning and picked up speed, whirling around in a full motion. At the end of the turn, she cashed in all that momentum and threw it all Christie’s way, lunging her way with a wicked discus elbow, aiming straight for the bitch’s face.

Why did anyone consider this girl to be a champion in any way, shape or form? She had power, sure, but nothing compared to some of the vicious street fights Christie had found herself on warm Saturday nights. Liberty may not have fallen over like the lightweight they called Clara Wonder’s, but as the Grave Keeper continued to push her onslaught onto the former champions defenses, any small nagging doubts were swiftly put onto the chopping block. This girl was going to fall. Just as Christie had thought since she first joined this place, all the so called “fighters” in this place were just a bunch of coddled, school-trained newbies who only ever fought with safety gear on. They couldn’t handle when someone broke through all of those rules ingrained in their head. Like a house of cards, they simply toppled over.


Every…

Single…

Time!

Christie’s blows glanced off of Liberty’s defense. The woman’s arms were heavy with muscle, but as the Grave Keeper’s knuckles took their toll, those arms began to slip away. Soon, the newbie’s punches and strikes were slipping through, pounding the softer flesh of her opponents body! A glancing blow on her jaw, a pair of knuckles in her ribs, it was not long before these attacks landed more frequently. It had gotten to the point where Christie finally landed a vicious cross against Liberty’s cheek! The woman instantly stumbled away, looking unsteady on her feet! The way Liberty looked, the pace of her feet, there was no doubt in the Gothic Gladiator’s mind that she would fall! This would be the perfect chance to finish this bimbo, and prove what a farce this federation really was!

Like the snake that strikes out to bite down on its prey, Christie lunged after Liberty! The Grave Keeper’s burning red eyes watching her opponent fall while she was still stumbling, already planning her next attack that would earn her victory. The swift venom that would put Liberty to sleep, and make her wish she never came back to this joke of a fight!

***CRACK!!!***

All of that momentum, plus the power packed in those arms became a rather brutal pair of instruments to punish Christie’s arrogance. One second, Christie was focused on her opponent. The next, she was blinded by the overhead lights! Her jaw felt like it had exploded as  pain wracked her head and neck! It wasn’t until she felt her legs touch nothing but air that she realized she was the one falling! The rough impact with the ring’s canvas was only a smug reminder of that fact, along with the annoying adulation of her opponent’s fans in the audience.

With the tables suddenly turned, and the blow disorientating her, Christie would do what many predators would do in her situation and swiftly retreat! Not long after hitting the ground, the Grave Keeper rolled away and out of the ring! Taking a swift break on the concrete floor as she rubbed her lower jaw to make sure it was still there.

Was there anything more satisfying than popping a bitch in the face with her elbow? Liberty could only think of a few things, and most of them were just variations on sex. That was just about the only way to come close to the feeling of impact as she buried her bone into Christie’s mug, filling the arena with the sweet sound of bone on bone and seizing control of the match once more.  She’d only busted this move out a few times before, and she was once again satisfied with the results.

More than a little winded by the way things had been going so far, she wasn’t able to capitalize on the blow right away, needing to take a step back after it connected to compose herself. That proved to be a little too much time, though, as her opponent used the small break to roll out of the ring and flop to the floor. Liberty groaned, a minor annoyance, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. This fight was going to go out of the ring sooner or later, anyway. Might as well be sooner.

”Ready or not, bitch…”

She muttered and looked around, taking a second to get her bearings and figure out the next move. She could’ve just dropped down and followed Christie out there, that would work just fine, but it was a little boring. A part of her was tempted to take the time to go weapon shopping under the ring, but this was a solid advantage she’d just made, and she didn’t want to spoil it. Needed to strike while the iron was hot.

She made her way to the corner and slipped through the ropes, stepping out onto the apron behind Christie, as stealthy as someone her size could ever be. The moment her opponent was up to her feet, she threw out a whistle to get her attention, hoping to make her turn around. ”Hey, bitch!”

The instant Christie turned her way, Liberty broke into a run on the apron and leaped off at the last moment with her legs tucked in, looking to plant both knees on her opponent’s chest and drill her into the barricade with a high-altitude Meteora.

Christie spat the coppery taste from her mouth as her mind went from recovery to revenge in an instant. The reddish saliva hadn’t even hit the concrete yet before Christie’s hand had already slipped under the apron, her fingers searching for a suitable weapon to punish Liberty with. It didn’t take long to recognize a few key weapons by touch alone. Folding chairs, Kendo sticks, chains, and a table from the feel of things...but there were some unique and brutal items hiding underneath as well. The hollow, glass feeling of a light tube, the heavy end of a hammer, and even the cruel, cold bite of barbed wire mesh. For such a sissy federation, the place certainly hid some cruel street level weaponry underneath the ring. Any one of these weapons would likely give her the satisfaction her short fuse desired!

But, something nagged at the Grave Keeper. Her fingers slid over the weapons once more, feeling their potential for pain and scars they could inflict upon her opponent...but they ultimately retreated without purchase. The stubborn pride that drove Christie Myers wouldn’t allow her to return such an insulting blow as Liberty’s with the assistance of a weapon. Christie knew she was the better fighter, and the best way to satisfy her anger and ego was to beat Liberty at her own game.

No weapons...Not until she grabs one!

Making her decision, the Crypt Keeper stood back up from the concrete floor. Her jaw was still sore from the explosive elbow she had taken, but she was capable of pushing through it and continuing the fight. Which started right back up with the sound of a sharp whistle coming from behind her not a minute after she found her footing. Almost on cue, Christie turned around, her crimson eyes spying Liberty sprinting along the apron at a remarkable speed for the woman’s size.

”Tch!”

Taken off guard by Liberty’s boost in agility, Christie brought up her arms in defense as she tried to move to the side! Unfortunately, Liberty’s experience fighting in a ring environment was turning out to be a decent advantage. The Grave Keeper tried to move out of the way but unintentionally bumped into a nearby barricade, leaving only her arms as a defense for Liberty’s knees to smash into!

The force of the blow was like a tidal wave! The entire thing pushing Christie back into the nearby metal wall as the sound of flesh crashing against metal could be heard in the front rows, but Christie’s pained growl was almost just as loud!

Grunting with a bit of effort, Christie pulled herself away from the barricade! Her back was getting sore from the repeated slams and blows it was enduring so early in the match, but that was a small price of admission at this point. Christie’s chests raised and fell with her heavy breasts as she studied Liberty, assessing the situation at hand. In the Grave Keeper’s eyes, Liberty was clever and knew the setup of the ring. A home field advantage that Christie didn’t ever bother acquiring. She would need to fix that later…

”Do you always throw your fatass around like that? Or do the whores in this place actually fall over to that sort of bullshit?!”

Christie was putting on some airs, acting as though the knee strike to her arms or the bite of the metal didn’t hurt like hell. She still needed to shake some feeling back into her limbs before she could clench them back into fists and raise them in preparation once again. The Grave Keeper forced a quality smirk onto her face, looking as though she saw Liberty as little more than a joke despite her attacks. The seductive sadist was goading her, taunting and challenging the former champ with the air of arrogance only a newbie could exude.

But behind it all was a woman with a plan. Like a snake in the bush, the real danger, as well as her scheme, was yet to be made apparent.