(Complete) Liberty v Hannah - Hardcore Title Match

"No!" Liberty retorted, with some vigour. The face blows were slowly wearing her down, but she'd be damned if she would submit to something like a hairpull. Spurred on by the sharp pain, the bigger girl would buck her ass upwards, trying to unseat her tormentor, even if these struggles were sapping a lot of her remaining stamina.

Hannah was bucked off of Liberty, getting off of the girl by force. She was grounded because of the buck, and would start to crawl over to the desk, using that to get back up to her feet. After getting back to her feet she would look over at Liberty, and would open the door to the lounge. After that she would try to pick up Liberty and would attempt to whip her out of the door.

Despite bucking Hannah off, Liberty was still very woozy, and unable to resist being pulled up by her arms, and sent in a running whip out of the door. The black-haired girl ran into the lounge, and, unable to stop herself, careered into the side of one of the sofas. She flipped forwards, landing face-first on the sofa with her ass up in the air. The groggy punk, head buried amongst the cushions, was still pretty helpless, though she was at least thankful for the soft landing.

Hannah walked out of the room, still favoring her leg, so there was going to be no running from her. She would slowly walk over to Liberty and would start to smack Liberty on the ass. After a few hits she would hop over the couch and would grab Liberty by her hair, setting her up for a powerbomb.

"Okay, let's end this!" Hannah would yell, attempting to lift her up for the powerbomb. If she did lift up Liberty without any struggle she would fall foward, driving her through the table, but she would be laying down, her head on Liberty's crotch due to her weak knees.

Upended on the sofa, Liberty was dimly aware of her raised ass being humiliatingly slapped.
"Why you little...." she growled contemptuously, starting to squirm.
Her protests were cut short, though, as Hannah moved round and pulled her forwards into the standing headscissor position. The groggy punk feared what would happen next, but was still shocked by the smaller girl's strength as she was hoisted into the air for a powerbomb. A second later, Liberty was slammed back down, a devastating impact, straight into the glass coffee table. There was no crowd here, but every onlooker watching through the cameras would surely wince at that unbelievable act of violence!

The desctruction was massive. The table disintegrated under the force of the move, making a huge smash and showering the place with shards of sharp glass. With a thud, Liberty was pushed through the table and landed spine-first on the wreckage, hundreds of glass fragments scratching her skin as they crunched beneath her. She had already been slammed into sharp tacs this match, this was similar only far far worse.

Liberty was pretty much destroyed, unable to make any noise from the shock and the pain. As she lay on her back in the glass, seeing stars, it was like every nerve ending was on fire. She could just about feel Hannah's head resting on her crotch, which would have been an easy target for a head scissor, but Liberty was so badly stunned she couldn't move her legs an inch. Groaning weakly, she felt darkness rising up in her battered skull, and tried to resist falling unconcious, but it sure was difficult...

Hannah had been laying down, breathing heavily as she attempted to get on all fours. She had some glass in her own arm, but she had to ignore that for now, though that was impossible. As she got to her hands and knees she crawled foward and felt glass go into her, she had winced in pain as she crawled. She would look down at Liberty's face with a slight smirk. "You give up? Or do I have to keep on going?" She would ask, basically mounting Liberty.

Through a haze of pain and fatigue Liberty felt a weight atop her, pushing her even further down into the glass. Her eyes opened a fraction to see Hannahâ€s smirking face staring down. She was vaguely aware of being asked a question, but her brain was so jarred, she couldnâ€t remember what it was. The battered punk slipped into unconsciousness, the blondeâ€s smug expression the last thing she saw. That was galling. Her head lolled back onto the glass with a crunch.

Libertyâ€s inert body was completely at Hannahâ€s mercy now.

Hannah would look down and would smirk a bit. She would lift up Liberty's arm and would drop it down. "Ding ding! I guess I win...." Hannah would say, she would walk away into one of the rooms and would come back with a pair of handscuffs. She would set them aside and would start to strip Liberty, taking off her top and her pants. Soon after she would take off her bra and panties, leaving her topless and bottomless.

She would handcuff Liberty and would leave her there, taking her clothes with her as she left the house.

Some time later Libertyâ€s pained head began to stir.
“Ungh…. Christ….” she mumbled as the world came back into view. She started to move, wanting to clutch at her aching skull, but found her wrists handcuffed. That was a nasty shock in itself, followed by another when she looked down and found she was naked.
Poor Liberty gave an embarrassed yelp, realising her entire body had been on display to the cameras all this time. Cringing, she tried crossing her legs to preserve her modesty, but she was still badly humiliated.

Sheâ€d lost to Hannah and the blonde had had her revenge. Missing out on the title belt was one thing, but public humiliation was quite another. As she lay there aching and embarrassed, Liberty cursed her opponent for doing this to her.

Hannah wins by KO