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

[Dubski]

The Unimportance went off without a hitch, and Amber's body was painfully smashed over Vanessa's form. Already on her hands and knees, VIP stayed there for a few moments, sucking in deep breaths and hung her head. Her skull was wracked in pain still, and she was still trying to focus. A rough struggle still, but ones that Price knew she had to overcome.

Taking one more deep breath, VIP would crawl towards Amber and then take her by the head, avoiding gripping her hair this time. She didn't want to risk the referee getting involved. "You... will regret... everything..." said the fashionista, barring her teeth in anger. Normally she had something more witty than that, but she was lacking the will to be her typically cocksure self.

And then she slammed Amber's face into the mat, nearly collapsing next to her. And she peeled Skye's head back up, letting out a groan. A second time, she slammed Amber's face into the mat again. A finally, a third time, she lifted her head up and slammed it down, throwing as much force as she could behind it, toppling over beside her with a soft cry of pain right after. She wanted to daze and stun Amber now. Give her more of an opportunity to recover and try something big. Those successive head slams would need to be enough for her though.

[Taskmaster12]

“uuhh.” She was tired. The bleeding was stopping. VIP was back up. It was too much to process all at once. How her misfortune took a moment of dominance and reduced it to this. What mistake had she made? A moment ago VIP was at her mercy she eas begging for her to stop! What else would come next besides Amber finishing the job! That’s what all the stars did. So why not her? Her thoughts plagued her with the monodies of all the evil things VIP said. All said with that level of contempt and disdain for Amber’s presence. The nagging thoughts that had bothered her now had a new voice two tell them to her with. VIP had more words and this time they weren’t just angry, they were full of hate! VIP pulled her up for a bit of revenge and she knew she could see the bleeding and feared VIP’s payback would focus on it. How right she was and how much she hated that she was right. With her nose tweaked VIP didn’t need to do much more but put that hate to good use and slam her head into the mat. The thud of the landing almost masked the sound of rattled bones. Now it was a tweak, soon it might be broken! Her head was pulled up and despite her promise not to cry the pain made her face red. She wiped at her eyes to stop any waterworks before they started and she was slammed down again. The second time her hands finally dropped to the mat. It hurt too much to do anything, the pain had gone from her nose and wrapped around her skull. A vice of agony threatening to split her head open with VIP’s third drop tightening it.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had relentlessly smashed Amber Skye's head and face into the mat three times, falling over after. She grit her teeth, letting out a low groan as her hands clutched the mat. She was still so angry, but her focus was still not there. She would make sure it would be there enough though--just enough to finish that match, and more immediately to brutalize Amber more. "Who in the hell do you think you are?" spat Price as she pushed herself off the mat now, reaching over to grab hold of Skye. "I am through with this. And I am finishing this god damn match! Because I am superior!"

Dragging Amber up, VIP would hook her arms around the cheerleader's, holding them behind her back. Then, she would suck in a deep breath of air, shaking her head to clear out some cobwebs, and then she lifted Amber up high, keeping her opponent vertical to the mat. And then, in a swift motion, she twisted and dropped down to a knee, slamming Amber Skye's spine with the Butterfly Backbreaker, aiming to further damage that back of her opponent. She wanted her to suffer--to doubt she could go on with that debilitating pain. Keep her from being able to throw her around again.

Still on one knee as Amber fell off of it, Price hung her head with another groan. She looked back up, glaring angrily at her foe. She pointed a finger directly at her. "You are nothing! I am important! You're just the less memorable half of a do-nothing tag team! And a claim to fame with a non-sense title people like me wouldn't be caught dead with, for people who are nothing!" Gritting her teeth, Vanessa I. Price shook her head. "Forever nothing! Trying to make a name against me! Me!" Panting once more, the fashionista tilted her head back, trying to catch her breath after that intense maneuver she just landed on Amber.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber could be slammed again and by this point she wouldn’t even notice. Her face was starting to feel swollen from pain that she felt like it was at the worst it could get. VIP must’ve agreed because that’s the only reason Amber thought VIP would stop going after her head. She hooked her arms and held Amber in place before performing the butterfly backbreaker on the poor cheerleader who could do nothing but follow as gracefully as her half conscious body allowed her to! All to end up screaming in pain when her back was once again made to suffer the effects of a knee and gravity from the deprived Vanessa. She struggled to even think of her as VIP anymore. Why should she call her that? VIP’s were special and not in the way she was thinking Vanessa was. Despite the pain she knew she was invited by speaking Amber’s mouth started to work again. “Two weeks ago I didn’t know who you were. People love the punchers and I’m a champion.” Amber spat out some blood that had dribbled to her lips at Vanessa’s direction. “I am looking for respect but not from your fame. You don’t have any recognition for me to steal.” Despite the pain she was in the old mouthy Amber had returned.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price furiously listened to Amber Skye responded dismissively to what she had to say. That confidence--the sheer unfounded confidence this girl had. It made VIP ready to blow a gasket. To act like she wasn't the star that she was? The winner? The very important athlete that she was going out to prove she was? It made Price want to explode with anger at that arrogance. "You... Shut the hell up!" screamed Vanessa. "I am everything that this entire locker room should strive for! Untapped! Potential! An absolute winner! An all-star none can hope to achieve! And to be belittled by you!? A fucking cheerleader!? No! Absolutely not!"

Losing her cool and her dignified attitude, Price immediately sprung up, a surge of adrenaline fueled by fury as she drug Amber suddenly to her feet, locking in a headlock. She would rear back with her opponent and then she threw all of her weight down with Skye directly towards the mat, spiking her opponent's skull into the mat with tremendous impact with the Headlock Driver called Price Point! Her finisher, putting away many wrestlers with it already. She was through with this match up, and she wasn't about to let any more of Amber's insults continue! Vanessa was winning this match!

So without wasting anymore time, VIP pushed Amber over to her back and then hooked a leg, pinning her with a prominent scowl on her face--positively through with this whole charade. It was time for the entire audience, locker room, and management to see she was, in fact, the Very Important Person she constantly claimed to be.

[Taskmaster12]

“This fucking cheerleader had you scared. And even like this. You’re still scared!” Amber could spit insults even when like this. She wanted to show Vanessa that she was not very important. Right now it looked like she made her angry. Vanessa ran at her boiling in anger and yanked Amber back up. Forcing a headlock up Amber couldn’t resist fast enough to avoid Vanessa falling back into her Price Point finishing move. She could t stop it and she couldn’t protect herself from being slammed on her head. It felt like her skull exploded. When Vanessa was done Amber looked out. Face on the mat and easily pushed over for a pin. She was looking at the lights the same way everyone else Vanessa had finished off with this move did. Without a difference between them if the count finished. The ref started her count watching Amber with concern but not slowing down at all. Everyone watched with suspense. 1! No movement. Some hoped for some sign of life but knew Amber had been through a lot and may need medical after that damage to her face. 2! No movement more dejected sighs as it really seemed over Amber had given it her all. They all knew that. It was just that Vanessa-

Still couldn’t take her down! Amber’s shoulder forced its way up despite still looking out of it and the ref caught it at the last second. Stopping the count moments before her hand hit the mat. The crowd lost it! All of them were cheering for Amber now! All of them wanted her to show Vanessa that she was not; and never would be, the standard for LAW’s locker room!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price closed her eyes, an extremely bitter look on her face as she pinned her opponent. It was customary. It was a simple victory. She was ready to celebrate and recover. And Amber Skye would go crying all the way back to obscurity.

...but then the three count didn't come.

Price's eyes went wide when she felt Skye kick out, trembling from the shock of it. She had spiked Amber's skull into the mat with the Price Point which should have put a conclusion to this match. And then this cheerleader kicked out. Taking a couple moments to register what happened, she slowly looked over at the referee and shrieked. "Learn to fucking count, you idiot!" Any semblance of composure gone now. She wasn't wasting anymore time with a pin from a referee she didn't trust.

Her second wind still surging through her, infused with the unspeakable anger she felt, tinged with frustration, VIP grabbed hold of Amber's arm, pulling her onto her front before not hesitating as she dropped back, wrapping her legs around the arm of Skye and also her head. She pulled back hard, locking in the Sharpshooter/Triangle Choke combo she called the VIS, Very Important Submission!

She pulled tight, looking to choke and practically tear off Amber's arm at the same time. Price was prepared to not let go until Skye had submitted, passed out, or anything else until she heard that bell ring!

[Taskmaster12]

Amber still had some fight in her. Spiked on her head and bleeding like she was wasn’t going to stop her this day. If Vanessa really thought she was great now was the day to prove it. Amber wiped at her face to get the blood off it and would start to sit up. This let her get level with Vanessa staring at her, through the pain and fatigue and through the barely open eyes she would make sure Vanessa saw her conviction. Vanessa’s eyes were full of frustration and she would take that out on her by grabbing her legs and pulling them into a sharpshooter before taking her arm and pulling back into a triangle on top of that. Amber had never seen this submission before, and the way it was working her back she never wanted to be in it again. “Eaugk!” Amber almost screamed before the triangle choke got her. Her lips opened and closed like a fish seeking air as the pain made her want to scream and the choke stopped any of that. She still refused to give up despite this. The ref asking only got a shake and Amber started to struggle her free hand punching Vanessa and she would shake herself to look for a chance to slip out.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had tied up Amber Skye and wrenched in the VIS tight, attacking multiple parts of her body at once with the unforgiving hold. She was furious, teeth barred as she pulled as tight as she could, but her opponent wasn't giving it. Stupid. Foolish. Both at once. She didn't know what was good for her. "Submit, you pathetic excuse for a wrestler! Give! Yield! I will not be denied by the likes of you!" exclaimed Vanessa as she pulled tight onto Skye, applying even more pressure.

The muscles in her body becoming more sore. The strain on them becoming more intense. The more VIP held in that hold, the more her second wind was fading. And more importantly, the more frustrated that Vanessa became. She let out a shrill groan of frustration and had enough.

She unlatched one of her legs from around Amber's head and then began to slam boots directly into the cheerleader's head and face and shrieked out loud, "SUBMIT!" And then nonstop, she kept kicking at Amber's head, trying to encourage her to finally submit already, or knock her out. Whichever came first. But Vanessa was close to her limit, wanting to close this out before she was depleted of energy.

[Taskmaster12]

This was a nightmare to be trapped in. The sharpshooter was trapping her legs while forcing her back to extend itself and the triangle choke was her head trapped while it cut her from breathing. Two moves that had each ended 100 of matches by themselves being used in one combo. Amber could feel her self fading, she’d be blameless for going out now or tapping. The main reason she couldn’t was the main reason she was like this now. The person holding her there was such a bitch that Amber simply couldn’t bring herself to tap to save herself. The words and the kicks with her legs telling her she was worthless and she should surrender was too much for Amber to allow. Amber would roll forward to out Vanessa on her back. This out more on the triangle choke and hopefully gave her room to force her leg free once she was there. Then with her one free arm she would grab around Vanessa and then grabbed her trapped arm using it as support to lopsidedly lift Vanessa up. She would only have w few moments in the air before she dropped on her butt, taking Vanessa down with her with an awkward and desperate Piledriver to free herself before she passed out from the Vanessa’s triangle choke.