The Battle of the Disrespected: Amber Skye vs Vanessa I. Price (Apex)

[Dubski]

The fashionista had heaved Amber across the ring with a wicked hair mare, using those two pigtails like handles. She paid no mind to the referee, who was no doubt on her way back to officiate the match, and Price was ready to keep crushing Amber. "How did you even qualify for this!? You're pathetic! You're weak! And most of all, you look stupid!" shouted Vanessa, laying on verbal abuse to match the physical abuse so far.

Skye was on her butt, still reeling from the attacks from Vanessa thusfar. And VIP decided she would make a simple maneuver to continue her attack. Something that would keep delivering more and more damage to that stupid little head of Skye's. A running boot towards the back of the head. That was all. Nothing even illegal about it this time. But it didn't need to be, with how much it might hurt.

[Taskmaster12]

No answer would satisfy this bitch and Amber could tell she’ll that it was only more dribble to hurt Amber or anger her more. It was only due to the cheap shot that it did since VIP was talking as if she was doing any of this fairly after going through such unnecessary measures to screw her out of it a fair fight. She was pushing off her butt with these angered thoughts stewing in her head that she allowed herself to overlook where she was compared to VIP who made no such mistake and stayed aware of her position. Right behind Amber and running in with a boot just as Amber was ready to get back up. The kick brought Amber back down and forced her so far forward her face almost hit the mat like before and then she fell back holding her head. She couldn’t see anything and the pain was getting worse with each passing second with only her hands tightening around her skull to offer some measly effort to dull it all out.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had made her charge and smashed Amber in the back of her head with her boot. As Skye collapsed, VIP stood and held out her arms, a smug smile on her face as the crowd booed her loudly. Price gestured to the downed Amber and shouted, "This is who you want to cheer!? An overrated cheerleader!? She is who you think should be Openweight Champion!?" The audience booed Vanessa even louder as she laughed, waving them off as she grabbed hold of Amber, starting to bring her back up to her feet.

She had no respect for Amber Skye, and she certainly didn't respect this crowd at all for actually supporting this girl--this cheerleader of all things. Someone as simple looking as her. Given opportunities that VIP felt she needed and deserved.

Firing a forearm into Amber's head to add more damage to her skull, she would then prepare for another move. The wicked fashionista would then attempt to lift up Amber in a suplex position before suddenly dropping down to a knee. She would then attempt to simultaneously drop Amber in a Falcon Arrow position, but with the aim of dropping the back of Amber's head and neck directly onto her outstretched knee! She wanted to keep working over the head and neck, hoping to soften it up for the rest of the match.

[Taskmaster12]

Her vision was struggling, her hearing was not. She could still hear that grating voice talking to the crowd about her. Treating her desire to be the champion as a joke. Treating her like a joke. Once again she was being disrespected. Once again her cheerleader outfit was used as a negative to insult her. Amber had grown sick of it, she refused to let that go even when VIP would go back to her and elbow the back of her head. The pain grew but still wilted under her rage and even when she was being pulled back up Amber refused to let this go on longer. “Shut Uuuuuupppppp!”Quickly Amber grabbed VIP and stood up lifting her up in the air and holding her in her arms. Amber wanted the only sound VIP made from now was was her shrieks of terror and screams of pain. She would force those out by scaring her with her might and throwing her with that same night and face to both scare and hurt her. She made sure to throw her face face down so she had little chance of turning to her back for a better landing.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was feeling confident as she continued to taunt and abuse her opponent. It was a tremendous feeling to look so superior in front of someone--and Price savored in it. What she didn't savor in was when she began to pull Amber up, that her opponent was feeling fed up with her attacks, derision, and all around nastiness. As she pulled Amber up, the cheerleader was already coming after VIP. Trying to fight back, she was surprised by the suddenness of Skye's energy.

She was lifted and then thrown with surprising strength only capable of someone truly furious, truly fed up. The fashionista was thrown across the ring in a sloppy heave, landing on her face and chest. Instantly, her body popped up as she moved a hand to cover her face, trying to scramble up, but her legs giving way in surprise, prompting Vanessa to fall fall again. She would then quickly scramble to the ropes, leaning her front over the bottom rope as she checked her face for any bleeding, wincing as she let out a low groan. "You...!" scolded Price as she continued to check on her face--her very precious face--hanging on the bottom rope as she did so.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber got the crowd fired up when they watched her throw Price and had her land on her face. She could’ve dropped VIP on her head and got her neck to snap for all Amber cared, earning the ref’s eye as she had to warn Amber to be careful. The poor thing was talking to no one who would listen now since between Amber’s rage and VIP’s ruthlessness no one had an ear to spare the ref save for one that would lead to disqualification. All Amber had in mind was pain and the many ways she dreamed of delivering that to a very deserving businesswoman. Whatever VIP had to say about her would have to wait until after the match was over. Amber would act now by sprinting towards her when she saw her checking on her face while resting on the rope and leaping at her. A perfect split in the air followed by her knee slamming down on VIP’s pretty face and smashing her against the ropes. “Not another god damn word!” The drop would trap her head and allow Amber to start throwing clubbing blows towards her skull. Her arms swung at VIP’s sides and smacked her head with her entire arm to knock her head around. The ref now had to try and get Amber off her or suffer a swift end to this match since Amber wasn’t letting her go any time soon.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was bitter now. Amber tried to hurt her precious face--she needed that for all of her appearances. For various calls during her day as CEO. And this impudent cheerleader was jeopardizing that. But not only was she jeopardizing it, she would full on assault it soon enough. The knee went directly into her skull, knocking her down deeper into the ropes before it sprung back. She groaned out loud, instantly putting her hands to her face.

But then blows started going at her head, over and over. She tried to cover up, but even every blow that was guarded hurt like none other and kept her reeling. VIP's head was throbbing before the referee finally pulled Skye off of her. Price would then lower her hands, looking wide-eyed as she pointed at Amber and shrieked. "Do your damn job, referee!"

Then, the fashionista would roll out of the ring and onto the outside, holding her face in head in pain as she started moving around the ring. Price was hurting, her head in serious pain already, and she needed a break. Amber Skye surely wouldn't dare follow her out either. She didn't have the guts to face VIP again already. She was just a stupid little cheerleader.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber was now fighting the ref to do this and had to back off when the ref reminded her she risked being disqualified. “My bad! I forgot only she’s allowed to do things dirty.” The ref would get respect from no one in this ring. Not when forcing Amber off VIP let the little bitch slide out of the ring and further from her grasp. She paced around the ring to recover and this is when Amber noticed she had help on the outside. She thought she could catch a breather by retreating? No fucking chance. Amber waited for VIP to get to a certain spot so that instead of going outside by the bottom rope or simply stepping over the ropes, Amber would sprint to the end and jump over them to get to VIP. Even if the dumbass was right and she was just a cheerleader that meant that if Amber could do anything it was jump gracefully and stick the landing! She would fall right in VIP, land on her and roll off so that she was back on her feet before swinging her arms wide to the fans. “Thats what a Rumbling Rocket can do!” Amber was happy to get a rousing cheer from the fans for that.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was in pain as she made her way around the ring, keeping her hand on her head to try and soothe it. Those blows hurt, and she was certain she'd be feeling the pain for the rest of the match. She would need to make Amber pay for that--an otherwise close to flawless match VIP was working on, ruined by that tantrum from that cheerleader.

After some time, Price began looking around the ring, finally spotting Chelsea Loski, who she had asked join her in the match. She would gesture to her and yell, "Chelsea--!" Before she could give her any further instruction, Vanessa heard the pounding on the mat as Skye was rushing towards the ropes.

She turned, looking at Amber Skye as she soared over the top rope. And all she could do was brace herself for the collision--getting leveled by Amber and crashing back on the padded outside! She laid flat on her back, cringing and groaning in pain from the very impressive tope from the Rumbling Rocket, her whole body stunned from that huge impact!

[Taskmaster12]

Her airborne body bulldozed VIP into pasts on the padded floor, leaving Amber to celebrate with the cheering crowd while the aftermath was behind her. “Been waiting to try that one! That worked exactly like I wanted it too!” She then turned to Chelsea, the redhead she heard VIP calling earlier. “You stay there. This is between me and your partner, or boss.” Amber gave Chelsea a warning finger and turned to grab VIP to force her back up. “How’s your face? Still too pretty for me. Come on the makeover isn’t done.” Amber dragged VIP over to the steel steps so she could slam her head against it. She would then put VIP against the ring apron before she walked back to the other hand and climbed it. That way if Vanessa was still there she would run across the apron and go for a running kick to her head.