VIP vs Grace Kenning - LAW Apex Qualifer

[Fairy Dragon]

Vanessa's anger seemed to grow despite being in control as if with time she realized just how long she was getting thrashed and how close she was to being beaten in her own match. Her anger couldn't hide the sense of dread she had felt being beaten down by Grace and even when she placed herself on Grace's back she tried to push through and tell herself that she still had a chance to make good on finishing what she started. But with her back being mounted Grace's head was pulled up to be slammed down into the mat for further punishment.

"Gaagggh!" Grace screamed as her head was smashed into the mat, before being forced to remain there. Grace's head was grounded against the rough mats of the ring by a pissed off VIP trying to salvage any cred she thought she lost, Grace tried to push herself off but Vanessa's weight was on her back and it was hard to pull herself up, especially with her refusing to to stop her attack and Grace could feel her nose getting the worst of it with the burn of the mat.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had felt Grace starting to push up and took that opportunity to release her, standing back upright with a snarl. She had damaged Kenning enough, simply aiming to cause her a ton of pain and humiliation over anything. And as soon as Price was standing back up, she backed up a few paces. "I loathe you, you miserable, self-righteous oaf!" screamed Price, glaring down at Kenning as she tried picking herself up.

The fashionista would allow herself a moment to collect herself and line up Grace. "Now stay down, you dog!" yelled VIP. Her muscles tensed as she prepared, feeling so much disdain for Grace Kenning right now. And then, she would take a few steps forward and attempt to punt Grace directly in her head, wanting to land a serious blow on her!

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace felt like something was going to break if this continued, Vanessa's attack was brutal and relentless, no mercy in sight and she was going for something big with each hit. For the past few minutes she had been knocked around letting her advantage slip away when she felt mere moments from victory, and VIP was letting her have it verbally on top of that. She had to stop this now. Price took a moment to recollect, enough time to let herself see how things were doing before she would step up and try to knock her down again, throwing her body at Grace and trying to punt her head and smash her nose.

Grace had enough in her to stop that, to deny Vanessa the satisfaction. Swinging upward and letting the punt miss her, Grace would stand up afterwards anticipating VIP turning around where she would knock her on her ass with a european uppercut to her face.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price looked down at Kenning and went right for that punt, wanting to just devastate her with the simple kick. However, much to her surprise, she stopped short when Grace had started standing up. And then, before she could do anything about it, she was nailed in the chin with a stiff European Uppercut. Price's arms windmilled briefly before she fell flat, directly onto her back, and groaned out loud as she held her jaw.

"You... You... You...!" she said through gritted teeth, tending to her hurt jaw as she shook her head, groaning. She would then begin to sit up, grasping at Grace's leg to try pulling herself up. While Grace had just managed a heavy blow on her, she felt the adrenaline in her keeping her from staying down entirely.

[Fairy Dragon]

Once again, the brat found that grace wasn't going to coddle her and her attitude meant that someone was going to be around to smack her for it. Her disbelief at being dropped by the uppercut was on her mind as she was struggling to think of an insult while standing up. Grace didn't want to wait for her to rise back up, after being knocked around with a cut on her head from being slammed into the rack and Vanessa's growing anger all told Grace that Vanessa was close to losing it and she had to make it continue. She wanted to see her attitude fracture and reality set in that not only would she not be getting anywhere but that Grace would be putting her down.

"I'm about to be the one you beats you at your own game, so I'd keep your words short unless you say something that might make me do something worse to you." Grace said grabbing Vanessa's head and pulling her up before wrapping around her body to force her up, lifting her off her feet and throwing her back down with a pure powerslam.

[Dubski]

Price hated everything about this, and her anger at Grace Kenning only grew with each moment of resistance. "You have the gall... to insult me like this!?" exclaimed Vanessa as she started pushing off the mat, not wanting to hear the taunting from her opponent now. The stronger girl was going to make good on her proclamation though, as soon VIP was brought up and thrown down in a powerslam!

Vanessa gasped out as her body arched underneath Kenning, the impact having completely sent a surge of pain through her body, keeping her numb for the moment as she creaked out a pained yelp. While Grace was throwing her around, Price wasn't able to do much about it, as she was once again on the receiving end of the assault from her opponent.

[Fairy Dragon]

Hurt or not, Grace was never lacking in power so long as she could stand, and she had plenty of reasons to want to slam or throw Vanessa until she couldn't stand up again. "I have the gall to do much worse, you won't walk out of this match with the same attitude you walked in with." Grace said, finding a little of her own spite as she could feel some underlying venom seep out of her lips with her words. Grace usually kept calm but VIP had truly ticked her off. Hurting Vanessa might not win the match since she needed to strap her to the rack but she would feel much better if VIP could barely move by then.

Grace grabbed Vanessa's head and pulled her back up to her feet once again, clearly ready to slam her down once more. Once she got her up to her knees however it was soon obvious that Grace had more in mind, she would instead pull her head back before slamming it into her knee and before Vanessa could react to much to that Grace would drop down to her butt, bringing her head with it and slamming it into the mat.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was once again on the side of a beating after viciously fighting back, but now she seemed to have the bitter ire of her opponent as a result. Grace was already stronger, but she was about to use that strength to far greater use to punish her. Price was struggling on the mat, attempting to push up only for Grace to grab her by the head. "You... let me go!" protested Vanessa, weakly pushing back away at her.

But then, she got smacked in the face with a knee, dizzying her immediately. The fashionista was ready to topple back if not for Grace's grip on her. But then, Vanessa's head was promptly spiked into the mat with a DDT and she rolled past Grace and then lulled for a moment before falling over to her side, completely stunned from the double blows to her head, letting out a soft whine of pain.

[Fairy Dragon]

Vanessa's anger faded back to disbelief that she was on the receiving end, as if she thought her methods would ground Grace and keep her down. No amount of demanding and over confidence would put Grace out of commission for long and VIP was finding herself back on the floor trying to escape the beating that had been long overdue. Grace didn't make her wait on it, pulling her up so she could slam her knee into her face before pulling that face close to her side and sending it back down into the mat with a DDT.

Grace laid down on the mat next to her writhing foe and didn't say anything, she could probably go and put her on the rack but Grace wanted the match to have a more decisive end, the fans deserved to see just how much she could put Vanessa through. Eventually she stood up and grabbed her sides holding VIP and dead lifting her off the floor, holding her in her arms and trying to turn her over as she lifted her so that when she dropped her down she dropped her on Grace's knee for a deadlift backbreaker.

[Dubski]

VIP was struggling on the mat while Grace had her way with her. Kenning was powerful and motivated to teach Vanessa a lesson that she absolutely did not want to learn. Letting her body rest while her head was spinning, Price was helpless to fight back against Grace right now. And then Kenning had grabbed her and worried that she'd be thrown on that torture rack now... but the powerful girl had other ideas. She lifted her up in an impressive deadlift... and then she was slammed directly down into a backbreaker!

"Aaaaah... Ah!" cried out Vanessa I. Price, shouting from the sharp pain in her spine as she laid limply over Grace's knee, twitching every so often and gritting her teeth. She let out sputters of whines and whimpers as she trembled, sucking in deep breaths as she struggled from the immense torment her spine was in now.