(Complete) Liberty v Hannah - Hardcore Title Match

"Heh, that's presuming you even do wake up tomorrow!" Liberty taunted. As Hannah floundered, she'd reached in a kitchen drawer and found a large wooden rolling pin. Grinning, she swung this makeshift club down at Hannah's head, trying to knock her back down before she'd fully recovered.

Hannah would feel the back of her head get smacked with the rolling pin and went down to her knees, stunned at the moment. "Heh heh, nice shot Libs....ow ow ow....." Hannah would say, trying to stand once more.

Liberty watched her struggling opponent thoughtfully, knowing she was pretty resilient. Liberty knew she would have to raise her game if she wanted to keep the blonde down for good.
"Oh, you like that do you?" she smiled. "Well, let's see what else I can cook up..."
The black-haired fighter went to unplug the kitchen's microwave. She raised the metal box above her head and swung it down at Hannah, looking to clobber her with another hefty blow just as she was getting back to her feet.

Hannah got clobbered with the microwave, falling right back down to the ground. She was really out there, not exactly sure what she was doing for a little bit, but then she looked up and remembered she was in a match. Hannah would attempt to get on her knees and would try to hit Liberty with a punch to the crotch. If it worked she would open a drawer right next to her and would pull out a cheese grater and would move to Liberty, grinding it hard against her head.

Liberty tossed the microwave aside with a smash as she looked down at the dazed blonde. However she was taken by surprise as Hannah, in getting to her feet, gave her an uppercut to the crotch.
"Agh! Cheap shot bitch!" she exclaimed, clutching herself. As she reeled Hannah came at her with the grater, but Liberty's arm shot out to grab her opponent's wrist, preventing her from attacking her head.
"Oh no you don't..." Liberty hissed, not wanting to suffer that particular weapon attack. Keeping hold of Hannah's wrist, she would initiate a test of strength, slowly pushing against the pink-clad girl, trying to force the grater back towards Hannah's own face, hoping to make her suffer instead, or at least make her drop it.

Hannah was a bit surprised that her wrist was grabbed after the shot she dealt to Liberty. The state at her ability to hold back the grater was lessened due to the hard shots to the head she took, the grater getting closer to her face. She had no choice but to let go of the grater, not wanting to take something like that to the face, however she would try something else.

Hannah would let go of the grater and would attempt to knee Liberty in the crotch, aiming to hurt her more so she could have her wrist free.

"Ungh! Fucking hell!" Liberty recoiled as she was hit in the crotch again, abandoning the physical tussle and staggering back as she reeled. Her eyes almost watered with the pain, which was worse now as her pussy had been sensitised by the previous hit. She leant against the side and glared at Hannah as she tried to recover, clearly annoyed with the blonde's low blow tactics.
"Oh, you'll pay for that..." she fumed.

Hannah had also been trying to recover, smiling a little when getting up, after what Liberty said she kind of wanted to see the revenge, but she needed to get revenge from her last fight with her. "I would love to see that, but I need to get you back from when you knocked me out with your ass!" Hannah would say laughing. She would have completely stood back up and would attempt to grab Liberty and whip her out of the kitchen into a wall.

If it had worked she would run out and would attempt to knee her in the face. If it missed then she would have really hurt her knee badly and would fall to the ground nursing her knee.

Despite her pain, Liberty smiled a little at the mention of their last encounter, where sheâ€d been forced to give Hannah a stinkface just to keep the crazy blonde down. “Oh, you liked that, did you?” she retorted, “Well, Iâ€m happy to humiliate you all over again...”

However as she tried to recover she was grabbed and whipped across the room, back out into the lounge where she crashed painfully into the wall. Groaning and slumping against the wall, she turned just in time to see Hannah charging her. Shocked, she instinctively jerked sideways, dodging the attack and leaving Hannah in pain on the ground.

As the blonde writhed in self-inflicted agony, Liberty was able to regain her composure a little.
“Not looking good, Hannah...” she observed. The black-haired girl would stoop to grab Hannahâ€s ankle, pulling her wounded leg up into the air. Keeping hold of the leg, Liberty would step up onto the adjacent coffee table, giving her a little extra height. Then she would start to kick Hannahâ€s raised knee, the punk girlâ€s steel-toed boots adding extra weight as she cynically targeted the weakened joint.

Hannah yelled out in pain as her leg was getting kicked by Liberty and her steel-toed boots, the pain was just building up on her hurt knee. She would struggle around a little, well actually there was a lot of struggling from Hannah. She would try to get Liberty to stop, so she would attempt to jerk her leg back and flip her using her feet, the one martial art like through she semi knew.

If it worked then she would attempt to stand up and make her way towards Liberty, attempting to stomp down on Liberty's chest with her good leg a few times, after words picking her up so she could make her way towards the study by punching Liberty a bunch to scoot her there.