Liberty versus Reika: Tables Match

Libertyâ€s eyes widened as she saw Reika grasp for the can. “Hey no!” she protested, obviously to no avail. She felt a vicious, toxic sting as the spray paint was unloaded into her face. “AACCKKKK!!” Liberty screeched, aghast at the paint filling her eyes, nose, and even her screaming mouth. The pain was bad enough, but having her own signature move used against her was a truly sickening insult.

Her senses were still reeling as she felt herself being straddled, and two hands roughly encircled her throat. Poor Liberty started to splutter as her windpipe was squeezed. She struggled weakly but it was no use. The punk girlâ€s vision was blurred, but she could feel and hear her smug opponent bearing down on her, hard.

Liberty was enraged and wanted to answer back to her hated opponent, but could only emit a strangled gargle right now, with her breathing restricted, and even paint-covered hair dangling into her face. She convulsed violently on the mat as she tried to escape this gruelling position.

With her hands still strangling, and wrenching tightly around the neck of her opponent, Reika wasn't letting go at any slight show of giving up...for Liberty almost ruining her eyes like that, wasn't something to be brushed away, Reika's sickly way of strangling the life out of her only seemed necessary, inside her head. "Where's ALL that talk now huh?!" Reika said with a smirk, as she digged her thumbs into Liberty's neck while forcing herself to drive her into more pain, while she straddled on top of her, seeing nothing but her opponent splutter and yelp for a gasp of air. But after a lengthy 15 minutes of violently wrenching her hands to Liberty's neck, Reika would stop, trying to give the illusion to her opponent...that she was taking time to rest herself...

When in fact, Reika was preparing for yet another, spiteful attack on her hard to miss face this close up. By clenching her leather cladded fist up in a sound of cracking, wrist bones, Reika would pull it back along with her other hand gripped onto Liberty's hair, hard, and let her punching fist go to throw it right into the face of Liberty, crushingly hitting it with some force.

"HAAH!" Reika yelped out as she let another punch out on Liberty's face, not caring if it made her fist bleed or Liberty herself, but hopefully stunning her opponent into a state dizziness...so that the real fun and pain could begin...

“NGHHH!!!” Liberty moaned as she was punished in the choke. “Your… talk…. Is…. Cheap…” she managed to hiss as she spluttered for air. Her eyes widened as the gruelling attack continued, her body writhing on the mat. Try as she might, though, she couldnâ€t break free, even when her breathing became erratic and her survival instinct was pushing her hard. The choke was horrible, but the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped under this bitch was even worse.

Liberty was gritting her teeth and steeling herself for the slide into unconsciousness, but somehow it never came. The punk wasnâ€t thinking clearly now, but she could guess that Reika was now toying with her, which she found sickening.

Eventually the choke was released, and she gasped gratefully for air, her head lolling like a drunk. She almost felt intoxicated by the oxygen from the few uninterrupted breaths.

Poor Liberty had no time to marshal her senses, though, before her hair was grabbed and a hard punch slammed into her face. “UUNNGHHH!!” she grunted, crying out in pain as she took several more blows. Her skull was rattled by the attack, but her senses were so dulled now she couldnâ€t even feel the full force of the punches. The black-haired girlâ€s position looked bleak, offering no defence as she was used like a punching bag.

No matter how many inaudible words crawled out from Liberty's mouth, Reika, continued to throw not one but two hard punches to her opponent's face, hitting her in the places where it would hurt...and almost make her punch drunk in most cases. But seeing Liberty almost fall into a state of blacking out, Reika stopped throwing her fists, as winning this match by knockout, wasn't the way to win, while her rag and pain were topped off by the stinging in her eyes, Reika had sway away from her violent tactics at the moment...and focus on getting Liberty's, disgusting body, propped up on one of the tables...

"Tch, don't fade into unconsciousness just yet bitch..." Reika said down to Liberty's face, blowing away some of her hair out of her face, as she would remain straddled on top of Liberty, in control, observing her created mess on her, dripping in little strands of sweat, as some rolled down her chest and thighs as Reika panted. Before long though, Reika would get up off Liberty, taking one big kick at Liberty's side with her heeled shoes, viciously, only to then grip one of her hands tightly into the hair of Liberty, tugging at the dirty roots of her hair, as she would yank Liberty by the hair, to carry her over to where one of the tables were.

Looking like hell herself, Reika really couldn't care less for her looks in this kind of watch, sweating, stained with green spray paint, and just overall pissed off that Liberty, had almost ruined her perfect eyes...

Poor Liberty was roused from her daze by a painful kick into her side. She felt terrible, wracked with pain, covered in sweat and paint. She winced as she was grabbed by the hair, forced to scramble upright on weak legs to avoid having her long locks pulled out completely. The formerly proud punk girl looked to be completely out of it as she was dragged towards the table set up in the ring.

The pain in her scalp was the only thing driving Liberty right now, and as soon as Reika let go her body would go limp again.

As Reika eventually pulled her groggy, and by the looks of things out limp opponent, she dropped her down onto her back as Reika let go of Liberty's hair, taking a breather as much as she tried to fight the daze from her head taking those impacts...her head was having an effect on her ring performance. Putting her hands on her knee's as she panted out air, and spit mostly, whilst taking her hands to hers to rub at them...making it worse as this stinging sensation was annoying her quite a bit. "F fuck....focus damn it! I can do....t this..." Reika said to herself among her pain, as her eyelids had gotten red and blotchy from the spray settling in, even making her own once pretty, clear eyes water, to show a rare sight of Reika in some way tearing up, which was rarely a thing she did much of...

Whoever was going to win or lose, Liberty was going to be the first person, to make Reika show tears from this...

Neither was the intense noise helping her out, or the crowd, as her ears rang with pain while she was so close to putting Liberty, a new member to her shit list through a table. Finding out that her injuries sustained from Liberty, were toppling her in the smallest of ways, even if she still carried her body over the limit, predominantly the strikes to her head she had sustained from the punk girls way of hitting hard.

The pain from the continued hairpull was starting to inject some adrenaline back into the groggy punk girl's senses. At the same time, Reika seemed to falter a little bit, stopping to nurse her eyes and paint-smeared face. Liberty wasn't suffering quite so badly from this treatment; having fallen foul of pepper spray and tear gas a few times, she was probably building up some sort of immunity. Recovering from brutal abuse was one of the battle-scarred anarchist's strong points, and it now looked like her resolve might give her a way back into the match.

As she was being guided towards the table, Liberty would suddenly turn and fire a snap punch up into Reika's belly, hoping to shock her opponent and break her hold. She would instinctively follow with a wild, steel-tipped kick, trying desparately to clear some space between her and her tormentor.

After those two attempts, Liberty would be pretty tired, and would slump against the table for a much-needed rest.

Still clearing her watery eyes from the relentless stinging to them, Reika was too late to miss the shot took at her, as that punch from Liberty would make her cough a bit, "A aghhk!...uffh..." she groaned in pain, before hunching over from the belly strike to her, as it didn't end there...distracted to see the kick Liberty shot out after the punch, it hit her right on the head, making her moan a bit more as she herself would collapse to both of her knee's...feeling that daze settle its way back in again, as she would drop forward with her face burrowed into the canvas, with her behind up in the air for that steel-like shoe kick to the head, had just made her head even worse focus on finishing Liberty.

Almost looking like if it was now uncertain, on who would win this match by ending it, lay sprawled on top of someone gone through a table. Whether or not Liberty could pull herself up in time, Reika was downed for the moment, tending to her facial and head pain as this night wasn't looking good for her well being...Liberty was definitely remodeling Reika's face, literally, as Reika moaned into the canvas shaking her head. Seething in pain running itself inside her own head, as she had to try and get back up...to avoid any dirty tricks from the girl across from her...

"B bitch..." Reika muttered while she turned her head to the side slowly, looking at Liberty...who looked like she was out for the moment, giving Reika a little relief as she had finally got her opponent, out limp, to make it easier for her to pick her up that way. Only when Reika got up from her own pain that was...

Sweat-soaked Liberty was panting heavily as she supported herself on the table, but there was a flicker of a smile on her tired features as she saw Reika spin backwards and collapse to her knees in pain. She was relieved to see her attacker taken out, even more so when Reika slumpled forwards onto her face, ass in the air in apparently helpless fashion.

Liberty was in a lot of pain herself, though, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table, but she looked at Reika thoughtfully as she wondered if this was her chance to take the match. She could see the scars on her prone opponent's spine, a reminder to Liberty that this girl was tougher than her smug posturing had initially suggested. She was grudgingly forced to feel a bit of respect for Reika and didn't want to be too reckless in taking her on.

But then again, reckless was pretty much Liberty's style. And that upturned ass was presenting a very inviting target...

"Come on then..." Liberty growled to herself as she willed her tired body into action for a final assault. The black-haired fighter pushed off from the table, launching herself forwards into a sprint. Running at Reika from behind, Liberty would simply swing her foot upwards between Reika's legs, punting her opponent's raised crotch like she was kicking a football. Her steel-tipped boots would make this a savage strike if it hit, but Liberty was desperate now.

As Reika thought she had her opponent, down and out for the final blow, Reika was wrong...in her position she was vulnerable for a free hit, given that she was not in a state to get out of the way at the moment. As she would not expect Liberty, to get up from the fierce strangling and the punch to the face, only to then feel the effects of her errors, as Liberty kicked her boot to Reika's ass, literally, as Reika herself yelped out in much pain from the steel hitting bone, "AGHHFHHHHmmm..." she moaned, couching out a bit of saliva as her body slumped to the canvas, hands gripped to her butt trying to rub away the pain, while she writhed alongside her body tossing and turning on the ring canvas...having suffered one blow, that gave Liberty her time back in the match.

Floored for now in a state she didn't want to be in, she tried to fight her pain, clenching both of her fists together as that kick, probably made her butt worse off now for the rest of the match. Trying to claw her left hand and arm to grab one of the table legs, as support to getting back up, since the thought of being down with Liberty up above...was clouding her mind with scenario's...

She could lose this match, if she wasn't observant of her surroundings...