Ina Rosenbaum vs Vanessa I. Price - Heel of All Heels

[Violet]

Submission Match
Win by tap-out


Ina has a good record here so far, but she is in no way stopping just yet as she seeks more blood. She wants someone new, fighting overly friendly face wrestlers bore the hell out of her, she thought. She wanted someone different. Someone as cold as her. And she just got that, a girl named VIP. Wow! This kid might have some entitlement issues wanting to be called that way. Either way, no one could stop her on her way to the top and what’s a better way to do that than breaking people who think they are far better than they actually are.

Ina would stretch and fix her outfit one last time before she gets called out to make her entrance.

Spoiler

Introducing to you first, weighing in at 132 lbs….hailing from Germany….Ina Rosenabum

She comes out of the curtains as soon as her music hits. Standing on the rampway, leaning on one hip basking in the cheers of the crowd that has come to love her tenacity in the ring. She never gave anything back but a grin, seeing her work in the ring as something more than enough to pay for it.

Ina would then walk towards the ring, owning the aisle like some model in a catwalk. Her hair freely flowing behind her along with her cape, the feather on the top of her cape brushing along each other with the wind. Her hips swaying side to side, accentuating her round curves perfectly under her tight skirt.

Ina would then take the steel steps to go to the ring apron. Se would stare around the crowd for a moment as she strikes a pose. She would then pull her cape off in one fluid motion, eclipsing the whole ring with crimson before falling at ringside. The cheers of the crowd when she does that always make her smirk. Ina would then settle in her corner waiting for her opponent to come.

[Dubski]

The arena dimmed before strobe lights started to searching for their target while I Like It Rough (Blixx Mix) - Lady Gaga played. Then, at once, they found Vanessa I. Price standing at the top of the stage, clad in her jacket, button up, and tie combo with the short skirt, looking stunning as always. Tipping down her pair of sunglasses, she regarded the crowd, then her opponent, with what could charitably be described as indifference.

Another match, but this time a moderate challenge, wagered VIP, sauntering her way down the ramp as a red carpet was rolled out for her. The crowd booed her, as usual, which also seemed to leave Price completely unimpressed as she walked down, watching Ina Rosenbaum the whole way before walking over to the ring steps. Finally making her way to the apron, she snapped her fingers, gesturing for the referee to come over and open the ropes for her. The referee followed and Vanessa stepped between the ropes and into the ring, slipping off her jacket and then taking off her sunglasses, handing them over to the referee to take for her.

Spoiler

From there, VIP performed a few stretches in her corner to limber up as she watched Ina Rosenbaum, not seeming to think much of her. Then, she stepped a few paces towards her and said, "Ina Rosenbaum..." with all of the candor of a businesswoman. "I have nothing of value to say about you, and I anticipate I won't following this match. I'll humor any comments you need to make before our match starts," said Vanessa casually as she adjusted one of her black gloves, simply awaiting a first move or remark from her buxomy opponent.

[Violet]

Ina was told how cold her opponent can be. Being from someone who thinks they are the most important person in the room, such a persona would be understandable. She isn’t here to socialize anyway. She’s here to steamroll once again and to squash her opponent that dare walk the same path as hers and go for greatness.

Ina kept her eyes peeled on the ramp as her opponent’s music hit. Her face assumed a smug expression as she met her opponent’s eyes. Just like what she thought she’d be like from what she was told, Ina thought, she would have fun beating this girl up.

”So do I. And that’s better, talking to lowlives like you irritates me. It’s good when my opponents know how to keep their mouth shut if not for their cries of pain and agony.”, Ina remarked trying to rile up her opponent so early in the match. Ina isn’t the person who starts this kind of thing but she made an exception for her opponent tonight as she knows it would be fun trying to break this woman’s will and perception of herself.

Ina would then slowly walk to the center of the ring with a stance, waiting for the bell to ring

[Dubski]

VIP continued to adjust her gloves, pointedly putting more focus on making sure there wasn't a single wrinkle on them as Ina Rosenbaum spoke. When her opponent had finished speaking, Vanessa finally looked back at her and said, "Lowlife? Cries of pain and suffering? That will be embarrassing if you can't hold up to your try-hard attempts of intimidating and insults." With a tired sigh, the fashionista gestured Ina towards her.

"Let's get this over with," said VIP in an even tone, giving her foe a look of indifference before getting in a position to prepare for a lock-up. A simple start to the match that Vanessa was willing to take her time with. No need to rush tearing down the arrogant twerp yet. At the very least, Ina didn't seem like the usual band of incompetents they threw at her, so it would be a good way to try gauging her.

[Violet]

Ina looked unfazed by how completely uninterested attitude with her, but deep inside her blood was boiling like it was in a kettle. If this is a cartoon, there would be smoke coming out of Ina's nose and ears already as she hates being ignored and bellitled. She was fine with VIP's comment though, she was never good with words, most of the time preferring if her opponent start it instead as she likes to drive her point with actions not words. But it was the tired sigh that rubbed her the wrong way.

Ina still looked unfazed though, just giving VIP a smirk as she would not let her get the satisfaction of making her all mad. Ina is more than happy to accept Vanessa's invite for a lock up as it's a good way to show her strength against someone

But she got something more special for her foe tonight, a devious plan. She would feint that she's losing ground against her opponent to feed her ego. And once her dominant leg is the in the back, she would lift it up as if going for a knee strike to VIP's gut. But it was nothing but a ruse to try to make VIP take a step back to dodge that as she would raise her leg up all the way up before springing it out with a considerable speed and force behind it hoping to send a kick right towards VIP's kneecaps looking to disable her opponent early in the match.

[Dubski]

Vanessa would simply wait for Ina to come at her, noticing her opponent not being entirely concerned with her words, not that it mattered to her much. VIP had waited and then locked up with her, the fashionista attempting to push back on her. She didn't overextend herself by any stretch--she never cared to do so, as she never relied on her strength in any case. So when Ina went for the knee strike, she wasn't surprise and acted accordingly, stepping back to dodge. The stunted kick then came forward to hit her square in the kneecap, making her drop down to one knee from the impact immediately!

With a moderately loud yell of pain, she held her knee, giving a glare at her foe. She had been hit with a rather heavy hit early on, and she knew Ina was likely to take advantage of that. However, Vanessa was hardly about to let that take her out of the fight--she just needed to weather this and find an opening. It was what she was best at, after all.

[Violet]

Ina didn't bother examine her opponent before the matches because of the pent up anger she's been trying so hard to keep it that way...pent up. But lock up was all it took for her to know her opponent for tonight or atleast know what she thinks she has to know. VIP's calm under pressure, a sign of someone trained and experienced, as people always seem like flustered or panicky in a lockup as if they're trying desperately to take advantage of it. But VIP is not that kind of person.

Still, her feint work as she intended as she connected her boot with her foe's kneecaps making her yelp in pain which is always a pleasure for Ina. Her eyes met with her opponent's as she was caught grinning for her early point tonight.

Ina would not waste any time though as she would put her foe in a front headlock giving her neck a squeeze. Then her knee would suddenly shoot upward, trying to caught VIP off guard with a strike to her gut. Looking to make her opponent cry out more to prove what she said earlier, she would grab VIP's left arm. She would rely on VIP doubling over with the knee to her gut as she would then try to bring her right leg up above and across VIP's body so that she'd have her left arm caught between her legs as she would forcefully drop on her butt taking her foe with her, with Ina's weight crashing down on her shoulder. If that all worked as planned, Ina would crank and wrench VIP's trapped arm up looking to add more pressure on her shoulder blades.

[Dubski]

Still nursing her hurt knee, Vanessa was tugged into a front headlock, making her grunt in pain as she tried to sprawl out as best she could, knowing she had to still keep distance from her foe. But with another tug, she was brought forward again right into a knee to the midsection, forcing a stifled cry from her. VIP was struggling in the very early goings of the match, and it was enough to allow Ina to leap up and take her down with that armlock takedown! With another yell, Vanessa was on her front with her arm and shoulder being bent back.

Ina Rosenbaum was clearly technically sound, and Vanessa was quickly realizing that she would need to put forth a lot of focus in this match to ensure a victory. Still, she was VIP after all, and she did know her stuff. And she knew there were few ways out of a hold like this, so she methodically brought her body up as much as she could in order to give Ina less room to torque the shoulder as she began to move around with her lower half until her back was towards the ropes. And then, with a tug, she was able to pull Ina and herself back enough so that she could drop back down and then get her feet on the bottom ropes, forcing a ropebreak from the hold, which she was certain would prove valuable before Ina could inflict too much damage on her.

[Violet]

Ina was in no way stopping her barrage against VIP. She’s in a streak and she’ll let VIP know who she is dealing with. She would make her understand that it’s really not a good idea to be disinterested in a match against none other than Ina Rosenbaum!

She twisted, wrenched and cranked her arm as she tried to keep the hold on even more as VIP went for the ropes. ”Do i hold up to what I said now?”, she teased VIP as she cranked it for a few more seconds before the ref demanded her to and pulled her away.

”Fine! Fine! It’s not like I’m gonna break her arm off”, Ina reasoned to the ref with her arms up. She would then try to sneak a stomp on VIP’s shoulder with anger. Still not having enough cries from her as she wanted, looking for VIP to be on her back, she would grab the arm she just punished. She would then try to stomp her chest to keep her submissive as she would wrap her legs around her arm and fall down on her back trying to go for an arm bar.

[Dubski]

Vanessa gritted her teeth and held her feet on the bottom ropes, withstanding the pain as the referee started to force Ina to let go of her shoulder and arm. With a gritty groan, she pulled her arm back to her and held it, fuming and not bothering with a retort immediately. After she had backed up, Vanessa would start to pull herself from the ropes, still on her knees. She nursed her arm and glared at Ina. "You hold up only in your weakness," spat back VIP, dodging at the very least the stomp attempt.

But then Rosenbaum grabbed her hurt arm, eliciting a cry of pain from Vanessa at the suddenness of it as she was forced onto her back. As Price tried fighting back, she was being stomped on before she gave up enough resistance for Ina to put her in another armbar, making the fashionista openly yell out in pain, shifting her body around. Slowly, but surely reaching out her free arm, stretching as far as she would go to get her finger tips on the bottom rope again, shouting at the referee, "Get her the hell off me!"