Liberty versus Reika: Tables Match

Liberty hung weakly in the corner, watching warily as Reika set up the table. The punk girl was hurt, but she wasnâ€t defenceless just yet, so she was happy to let Reika do the work of setting up the table. Liberty was still sure that she wouldnâ€t be the one going through it.

She gave an empty smile at Reikaâ€s taunt. Of course she was awake, and she intended to teach this girl that. Her body tensed as Reika approached, adrenaline pumping as she tried to retain combat sharpness in time. The anarchist saw the telegraphed kick coming, ducking and sidestepping out of the way at the last second.

There was a loud clang as Reika kicked the turnbuckle instead, the crowd roaring as Liberty got away. The black-haired girl grinned, turning round to face her opponent as the match swung her way again. With Reika facing into the corner, Liberty suddenly noted for the first time that the other girlâ€s back was surprisingly scarred and bruised. She didnâ€t stop to muse on that, though - Liberty would quickly try to grab Reika from behind, and repeatedly smash her head against the metal ringpost.

Focused on digging her kicking leg and heeled foot into Liberty's gut, Reika went flying body first straight into the corner, causing most damage to herself, by receiving the pain of her chest area hitting the steel turnbuckle, along with her left leg too feeling the effects. "Aghhfh!.....f fuck..." Reika groaned as she felt her ribs ache from hitting metal, taking a few minutes to get her breath back, as she was in a bad position indeed right now...slumped slightly against the turnbuckle with her body panting, while her head was leaned on the second rope, blinking slowly...

But before she could refocus herself to get up, and face Liberty quickly rather than receiving a hit from behind, Reika felt her hair being grabbed by her vicious opponent, and brought up to her feet, stumbling, whilst struggling against Liberty's own hold on her hair making her squirm. Only to then get a face full of the steel turnbuckle buckle again, as Reika's head was forced into it, hitting it repeatedly as her face cringed in pain...and by the rate was hitting her into the post, it wouldn't be long before Reika's mouth would well up in blood.

"Gahhhk!" Reika yelped, as her face hit the post for the third time, rendering her a little dazed, as her own hair stuck to the front of her face...complete with a trickle of blood coming down from her lip, showing that Liberty was hell bent on making Reika hurt...

“Take! That! You! Arrogant! Cow!” Liberty crowed as she thumped Reikaâ€s face against the turnbuckle, spitting insults along with the violence. Some would be quite shocked to see the punk girl attack like this, but she was determined not to be on the losing end of a table tonight.

When her victim began to splutter and groan, Liberty spun her round and tossed her casually into the corner again. Now she could see the full extent of her work, with the pretty Reika now bleeding and looking rather a mess.

Liberty gave a long but happy sigh, like a woman pleased with her work. “Not so smug now, are you?” she goaded, taking a step back and grinning. A wicked thought then struck the anarchist.

“Look at that red on your poor face…” she mocked. “How about we add a little more colour?”

Liberty would reach in between her big breasts and pull out a small can of spraypaint. Smiling at the fan reaction, she would shake up the green can for a few seconds, before stepping forwards and trying to spray Reika in the eyes with a burst of paint!

As blow after blow hammered right into the face of Reika from Liberty, just relentlessly smashing the snake's face into the steel post, Reika slurred as blood trickled down her neck, gasping for air...and trying not to groan as much, as she was spun around dazed before falling into the nearest corner, arms hooked around the ropes, and slumped there as her chest rised in and out slowly, complete with most of her fringe covering her face as she blew some strands away.

"U uuuuhgh....bite....me....b bitch..." Reika slurred in her tone, before taking a spit at Liberty's face as Reika stayed slumped there, taking time to recover...and refocus her vision as it blurred, trying to gain sight of Liberty just standing there with a huge grin. Only to then get something in her eyes, which would be illegal in that of the normal type.

Cringing as her eyes were then sprayed with a green spray can of paint, spraying her directly, as she even tried to avoid it by putting her head down only to get parts of her hair, sprayed with a hint of green to her look. "Aghhhhh...f fuck! quit t that!" Reika yelped out, as some of the paint got into her eyes, and were really messing with her focus completely as she flailed against the corner, so much, that she would fall down on her ass covering her eyes with her hands.

As Liberty mocked the cornered girl she was rewarded with a gobbet of spit to her face, which made her flinch for a second.

“Ugh. Gross.” Liberty sighed, scowling as she paused to wipe the wet spittle from her cheek. “You are REALLY going to regret that, bitch,” she replied, with a knowing glint in her eye.

Liberty began to cackle as she sprayed paint straight into Reikaâ€s eyes. It was a cruel move, eliciting some boos from the fans, but also very satisfying for Liberty to watch. She chuckled as Reikaâ€s pretty face and hair were liberally splattered with green, the victim cringing at the stinging attack and collapsing onto her ass in the corner.

“Aww, did you get something in your eyes?” Liberty teased as she looked down at her hapless opponent. The punk had quite literally made her mark now, but she wasnâ€t a girl for half measures, and she wasnâ€t finished with poor Reika just yet.

“You need to clean your face? Let me help!”

Liberty tossed the spray can to one side and turned around so that her back was to the cornered girl. She quickly hiked her leather miniskirt up, revealing a grubby set of white panties around her broad hips. The crowd noise began to intensify as some fans realised what Liberty was about to do.

With a devious grin, Liberty pulled down the back of her underwear, baring her pale but peachy butt cheeks. She gave them a quick slap, mischievously mooning Reika, before thrusting her ass backwards, attempting to hit her poor opponent with her stinkface variant she liked to call the ‘Skunkfaceâ€. This would stop the victim from wiping their eyes, and would in fact grind the paint further into their face… as well as being utterly humiliating, of course.

Still trying to clear her eyes of the green spray, Reika was still downed messily in the corner, which made Liberty's attack of stink-facing her tush right into Reika's face, very easy at that, as she would groan rather than scream as Liberty smashed into her. Trying her best to flail up her hands, in a way to catch Liberty by the butt with them, but failed as her eyes stung only to have her head, butt against the post once more as her opponent humiliated her, "N nmmmmmfph! quit!.....i it!" Reika moaned loudly, as the smother of Liberty's, very disgusting looking, ass settled into her face with Reika's head trying to shift out of the way, further getting the ass to face treatment, before she broke her head desperately to the side to breathe a little...

Blowing the sweat gathered, and now spray paint green fringe from her face, as her own eye were now blotched red under her eyelids while squinting barely to use her vision. But trying not to rub them too much, Reika wouldn't be beaten from this dirty move...since in the past, her good and very bad times in the pit taught to fight anyone, even if they were more unpredictable than the last. "Guhhn...." she breathed out with a deep breath, still a little dazed, but trying to fight back by clawing her hand, to grip her nailed fingers into Liberty's smothering butt with a painful squeeze.

Thrusting out her hands in front at the next time Liberty, decided to go in for another ass to face attack...

“Hahaha! Have that!!” Liberty crowed as she shook her ass firmly into Reikaâ€s face, stink facing the poor cornered girl. Of course, the move got green paint on the punk girlâ€s butt as well, but she didnâ€t care - inflicting this level of humiliation on such a smug opponent was more than worth it, in Libertyâ€s view.

The grubby anarchist didnâ€t hold back, and gleefully ground her bare ass back into the corner. “Aww, is it not nice down there?” she teased as Reika spluttered and squirmed. “Serves you right for spitting, you dirty girl!” she giggled. The crowd were astonished at the abuse of Reikaâ€s face like this, but Liberty was just encouraged by the reaction.

Nasty as the move was, it was clear that Reika was far from finished, as she began resisting more firmly, clawing at Libertyâ€s buttocks. The punk girl decided not to push her luck, and skipped forwards, hurriedly pulling her underwear and skirt back into position. She turned around to admire her handiwork.

“Heh, howâ€d you like being skunked?” Liberty laughed. She wanted to rile Reika even further, to test how badly sheâ€d been affected by the stinging smother, and maybe goad her into making a mistake. “You ready to go through a table now, or would you rather sit around for another facial?” she grinned.

Gasping from the lengthily smother even if her hands did something, to stop Liberty, Reika's nose itself had been crushed slightly as she tried breathing down it, only to cringing her stained eyelids tight as the sting of the spray, was just going to make her vision worse off. Hopefully nothing permanent for her, at least...not yet. "I it hasn't even begun yet....b bitch..." Reika spoke out lowly, since her throat suffered some pressure as Liberty's face smothers, were hardly accurate, but as Reika managed to open her squinted, watering eyes slowly, she looked up at Liberty with a look of rage.

Reika was one with her looks, but if something else happened to her like the painful scars on her back, each one hidden away for a sad little tale, again, her sanity would be severely tested more...

"And for the record......." she coughed out, pulling herself up by gripping her hands onto the ropes for support, "....I can do what the fuck I WANT to you..." Rei growled furiously, more colder toned than her usual voice. As she would launch herself right towards Liberty in a fierce spear, head tilted down, as she would plan to headbutt her opponent in the stomach, while her arms, and nails, would latch digging into Liberty's sides forcefully, as the crowd would soon witness the pit fighter girl continue, to make promise on ultimately destroying Liberty...

“Oho, you want more, huh?” sniggered Liberty, as Reika began to respond to the goading. The punk girl shuffled on her feet a little, wondering what she should do next with her cornered victim. If Reika was the self-satisfied poser that Liberty thought she was, that gruelling smother should have all but finished her.

That assumption was proved horribly wrong, as Reika suddenly roused herself, launching a diving spear to Libertyâ€s gut.

“Unghh!!” she cried out in alarm, the head butt to her belly knocking her clean off her feet. Liberty arced back and landed on the mat with a thud. She was utterly stunned, not expecting this comeback at all. Libertyâ€s warrior soul would have to be impressed at Reikaâ€s resolve at coming back from the humiliation, but right now, the punk girl was on her back and was shocked by the nails raking her sides. She flailed helplessly, wailing in pain.

Successfully plowing Liberty down onto the canvas, Reika raked out her gripping hands and nails, to then bring herself up from the spear and straddle on top of Liberty, keeping her down for the time being, as she had a few dirty tricks of her own planned. But wasting no time for taunting though, Reika took the spray can from the side of them, and began spraying Liberty's face, in a 'R' symbol as Reika grinned at having her opportunity to spray Liberty's fuck ugly face in her own style.

"Ouhhhh, it hurts.....doesn't it!~" Reika hissed down at her floored opponent, finishing a few last sprays of the can, before throwing it aside to focus on causing Liberty some more pain...aside the spray paint to the face. Remaining on top of Liberty, as she was straddled with her ass on top of her stomach, Reika would then reach down her hands to Liberty's throat...and preform one of her more violent moves, a choke out move, as her leather fingerless gloves would squeeze and strangle away at Liberty's neck, whilst Reika just watched from above with a wide smile...gazing at her with her now visible lazy eyes, from the paint settling in itself...

"Where's that bitch mouth now, hm?~" Reika teased sickly, as this was a no rules match, nothing or no one could stop Reika from preforming a choke, as violently as she did...sweating it up with her bare, scantly clad body, while her paint tainted hair would just dangle down onto Liberty's face...