Liberty Vs Kia - Beating Of Your Life

Kia was rather surprised that the strategy she had gone for seemed to work. She did not think that the slamming Liberty's face into the wall would do much good. She certainly had not expected to stun her opponent senseless. Smashing the large girls face into the wall however was exhausting work. It required alot of strength on Kia's part and at the current moment in time Kia was exhausted from the beating Liberty had dished out beforehand.

Kia needed some rest now, however trying to take a rest now would only allow Liberty time to recover also. Kia was able to do one more headslam into the pit wall before she stopped and span Liberty around so that her back was now against the wall. Kia would then place both her hands on both of Liberty's shoulders and use them for support as she thrust her knee up into the womans gut. At first she delivered a powerful blow but started to slow the pace of her repeated knee strikes down as well as the power they contained. Kia was using this time to catch her own breath and recover her stamina while trying to both hurt liberty and keep her dazed.

Libertyâ€s face was numb from its concrete battering, and her head was spinning as she was placed back against the wall. Sheâ€d thought the little girl would be complete punching bag, but she was turning out to be a pitbull here.

The grubby punk would be punished again, this time by a knee to the gut. She gave a groggy moan of pain, trying to cover her exposed belly, but finding her arms pinned at the shoulders.

“Unghh! Unghhh!!” she moaned at the repeated attacks. She felt sick and dizzy, but also very angry. “Ungh… youâ€re gonna…. Pay for this… ungh…. Badly!!” she hissed into Kiaâ€s face as she struggled to regain her composure.

"Dont you see your fucked! I am going to destroy you if you don't give up bitch!" Kia would change tactics, hoping to finish this once and for all now. She would bring her arms up from Liberty's shoulders and would start throwing punch after punch to Liberty's face; left punch, right punch; on and on watching as Liberty's face would go from side to side.

Deeply inside Kia was feeling bad for having to be a tough girl. However she needed to prove to the world she had a backbone and could not only win a match but could win one of the most brutal types of fight. Kia had a feeling that after this fight Liberty was going to become a rival and that there would be no way that Kia and Liberty could be neutral to one another

Libertyâ€s pale face snapped left and right as the punches rained down on her. She looked in a bad way, with spittle beginning to spray from her lips. It seemed she was looking like the smaller girlâ€s punch bag, after all. The pain was getting worse with every hit, and she was trapped against the pit wall.

Groaning, the punk girl only had one idea for getting out of this predicament. She would let her wobbly legs give in entirely, slumping down the pit wall into a sitting position. It was probably were she would have ended up anyway, but she would do it quickly and unexpectedly, hoping to time her duck, so that Kiaâ€s next wild punch would instead hit the wall. The pit could potentially do more damage than the groggy Liberty, at this point.

Kia was so close, she could feel a victory coming on soon. She just had to keep this up, even though she felt a little guilty for punching Liberty like a punching bag she knew she needed a victory. Her and Liberty could always fight agian at a later date. She had also thought that Liberty was giving up, afterall Liberty didn't seem to be doing anything except now taking the punches Kia was throwing.

From nowhere however Liberty suddenly dropped to the floor, Kia was in mid punch and wasnt able to stop the punch in time. Her fist ended up smashing into the concrete pit wall, pain suddenly surging in her hand like crazy. Kia yelped and staggered backwards, nuruting her hand. She wasn't sure if something was broken. It felt like she broke her knuckle, or maybe her finger? Hell it could of even been her wrist, she couldn't tell.

Liberty only knew her plan had worked when she heard Kia howl in pain.

“Hahaha,” she managed to laugh, almost drunkenly. Her head was lolling as her senses still struggled to focus, but a smile appeared on her flustered face.

As she watched Kia stagger backwards, clutching her hand, the seated girl would try and move her outstretched leg, simply hoping to hook Kiaâ€s ankle, tripping the other girl up onto her ass. It was a cheap move, but the only one the dazed anarchist could muster right now.

As Kia was busy trying to assess the damage done by Liberty's really cheap shot she would end up getting hit by yet another cheap shot. Kia couldn't see that Liberty had outstreched her leg and went tumbling over. She crahsed on her ass and yelped some more, she still nurtureed her hand as best she could however, still trying to work out if she had broken anything.

There was a cruel grin on Libertyâ€s face as she watched her opponent tumble. At least she had some breathing room now. Her smirk turned to a wince, though, as she tried to get up, and she realised how badly her battered head hurt.

“Jesus, I am going to feel that in the morning,” she groaned, rubbing her bruised cheek. Grimacing, and using the pit wall for support, she very slowly got back onto her feet. The pale-skinned punk was still conscious, which meant she was still in the match. Although she was pretty pissed off now.

She took a few uncertain steps away from the wall, and glanced up at the crowd.

“Hey assholes, I really need a drink!” she grinned, motioning to the front-row fans. True enough, one spectator sportingly threw a bottle of beer down into the pit. Liberty would catch it, spilling beer down her sweat-stained clothing, but not really caring at this point. She took a few long gulps, hoping to numb her pain a little.

“So, did little Kia hurt herself?” she mocked, staggering over to the downed girl. Liberty would aim a casual kick at the brunetteâ€s ribs, to test her opponentâ€s condition.

Kia knew that this fight was going to be close, but now it was difficult to see who was going to win. Liberty just seemed to recover from anything Kia threw at her. Kia's endurance was now being pushed to its limit. Kia was not sure if she could get another second wind if she was knocked down.

The kick caused Kia to grunt, her ribs were now aching like crazy. Nevertheless she would not get knocked down and would proceed to get up using her one hand. She held her injured arm down, deciding not to risk using it. She got into a boxing stance, only using the one arm, making her guard considerably weaker " Don't get let it go to your head, it might blow it up"

“Go to my head? Youâ€re the one whoâ€s trying to fight one handed!” Liberty retorted. Her confidence was shooting back up now. Both girls had suffered harsh blows, but Liberty had faith in her ability to weather through.

“But fine, weâ€ll do this one handed if you want!” the pale-skinned girl mocked, raising her right fist in a boxing stance, whilst her left still clutched her beer. “Fairâ€s fair, and all that!”

She took a big gulp of her drink as she sauntered over to Kia, shaping up to go toe-to-toe with the smaller girl.

As she got close, though, she would simply spit the entire mouthful of beer right into Kiaâ€s face!

“Enjoy!” she laughed, following up her sneak attack with a wild right hook.