Match Type: Torture Rack Match + Loser is the Winner's Servant for a Week
Rules: No Holds Barred: The victor must secure the loser to a torture rack, and they may do what they want with them. The loser must also be the winner's servant for a week.
I Like It Rough (Bliix Mix) by Lady Gaga begins to play as the lights went out in the arena, shining spotlights all over until the lyrics kick in and the spotlight is on Vanessa I. Price, looking highly unimpressed, as usual. She wore sunglasses and a black designer robe and held out her arms, the outfit almost as fashionable as her swagger, taking in the crowd's boos. Walking along the red carpet as it was rolled out for her down the ramp, VIP went along it before turning to walk up the ring steps after, completely calm and confident.
She waited for the referee to open the ropes for her to step through before walking to the middle of the ring. Taking off her sunglasses, she handed them to the ref, and then she opened her robe, revealing her black bikini with the business collar and tie nestled between her breasts. Her body was stunning, tight, and have curves exactly where they needed to be, and all of her haters couldn't even deny that much. She passed her robe to the referee as well and then her eyes went over to the cold, steel torture rack that sat in the center of the ring.
She hadn't anticipated much going in, with her specified match type, and against a woman who was a certified giant around here. She's beaten giants before, but this was even more particular. While Vanessa was spending time backstage before a photoshoot for LAW, she was approached by a man. A munchkin, really. She gave him a glance before continuing to peruse her phone as he babbled on. "Opportunity for a match," he was saying. "Against a premiere fighter," he bumbled. She got requests like these all the times. "Pass," was her simple answer.
But then he said something that piqued her interest: a match of her choosing. She finally shifted her eyes from her phone to look at him. "Why?" she asked. And he spoke, and spoke, and spoke. To a lesser person, he would have been entirely convincing. But Price wanted to hear more. "Torture Rack Match," she stated, looking back at her phone. He said it was a deal. She waited. "It means I get to do whatever I want to her in that ring," she added, staring at her phone still. He said he knew. And Vanessa kept looking at her phone. "And she is my servant for a week if she loses," she added, and he said it was a deal.
VIP knew exactly what he really wanted. And she knew what he really thought of his client. With a slight smirk, she had handed the miniscule man her business card. "Text me a price. And if you leave and don't say another word to me again, I'll give you a bonus," she explained flatly. The payment was made wordlessly before the match, Vanessa handing the check over to the manager before heading to the ring.
Vanessa walked over to the device, running her fingers along it. It had wheels, that took a bit of effort to move. There were straps on the four slim platforms on it, with two sets of straps to accommodate both her and Sasha's sizes. Even better, it could be adjusted to a standing or laying position. Price expertly hit a latch on the side, folding it upright instead and then shoved it over to the one side of the ring, making more room in the ring for the two competitors to compete in. And VIP went into her corner, leaning back against it, regarding the entrance stage with intrigue as she waited for her opponent to come to the ring.
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