VIP vs. Sasha Mellows: Torture Rack Match

[Dubski]

The figure four leglock stayed locked on tight as Vanessa I. Price seemed determined to make Sasha debase herself for her. It seemed like a flawless plan at the time. "Your screaming is getting tired, Sasha. Just--" Her eyes grew wide as she realized Mellows was beginning to turn her body to try countering the maneuver. "You--Don't you...!"

And soon, both young women were on their fronts and now VIP was screaming in pain this time as her hands pushed her off the mat again as she pawed and reached for anything she could, trying to maneuver around. Maybe a set of ropes, something else. "Yoooooou let me go!" yelled out the smaller performer, taking a moment to pound a fist on the mat as she bowed her head with another yell of frustration and pain!

[Ringropes98]

Now it was time for the tables to turn as Sasha used her massive size to turn the two onto their bellies. Any leverage Vanessa had was turned against her as it was now her that was under the mercy of the submission hold. ”Doesn’t feel good now does it! Sasha shouted as she pushed up on the floor and put more strain onto the hold.

But Sasha could still feel Vanessa’s foot against her crotch, and the fashionistas constant struggling made it rub against her slightly. Rather than risk her opponent to get the upper hand again, Sasha would begin to untangle herself from the leg lock. Hopping up to her feet slightly, she groaned as her legs still hurt, the pain from Vanessa’s hold remaining. Turning back to the girl in question, Sasha would try to pull her back to her feet.

[Dubski]

After some struggling and effort, Vanessa had let out frustrated groan after frustrated groan as her body tried to reach for the nearest ropes, but to no avail! Even at the taunting of her opponent, she still couldn't muster the strength to overcome and grab the bottom rope! But then, all became well. Sasha had released her from the reverse Figure Four and she reached a hand to hold her head leg with a shuddering sigh of relief. "I... am beyond out of patience..." growled the fashionista.

And then, Sasha was starting to bring her to her feet. VIP's legs were sore, and her body still felt the brunt of her attacks, but that would hardly deter Price. The vicious competitor would instead reach up while Mellows pulled her to her feet and attack to ruthlessly rake the eyes of her giant opponent. She was hardly about to hold back taking whatever advantage she could at this point. Not at the risk of being womanhandled again by the giantess.

[Ringropes98]

It took some doing, but Sasha was able to literally turn things around for herself. She was given some relief on her legs while also delivering incredible amounts of pain to Vanessa’s own. She could hear the blonde behind her scream and rave as she desperately reached for the ropes. Sasha was honestly tempted to keep the hold locked for as long as shin could, but she had other ideas on how to continue this so she ultimately let the fashionista go.

Standing back up to her feet, Sasha would work to pull Vanessa up alongside her. However any other plans that the massive Hawaiian had would be grounded to a half as she heard her opponent mutter something under her breath. The next thing she knew, the fashionistas fingers would rake down her eyes. ”AGGHHH!!” she cried! Immediately letting go of Vanessa to hold her face as she tried to blink out the spots in her vision.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price's dirt maneuver was a success as she glared at Sasha, growling out in frustration. "These games cease NOW!" screamed the fashionista. She was ready to ensure that Mellows wouldn't be fighting back against her again, as she knew she was toying with this giantess of a fighter for entirely too long. It was a flaw of hers--and there was nothing Price hated more than having flaws. And she wasn't about to be embarrassed in her match over it.

Taking a deep breath, VIP leaped up, grabbing hold of Sasha's head with a headlock. And then, with all of her strength, she would attempt to throw her body back down, trying to drop Sasha's head directly onto the mat with her finisher, the Headlock Driver she dubs Rejection. It was her hope that she could drop that giant woman and then finish having her way with her.

[Ringropes98]

Sasha pawed at her eyes after the dirty little rake she had just received from the bratty blonde. She let herself become too lax again! VIP had recovered faster than she had thought and now she was paying for it as she tried to clear her vision before it was too late. Stumbling back in hopes of gaining some form of distance only for that hope to be dashed when she felt her opponents grip on her head.

Suddenly Sasha felt herself get yanked down into a headlock. And before she could think of a way out, VIP would suddenly drop down and drill her head into the canvas! ”Aghh!” She cried out as her skull bounced off the mat before coming to rest on the floor. Her body writhing as she let out a groan, not fully out of it but dazed just enough to be defenseless to whatever her vengeful opponent had in store for her.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had went up with Sasha... and then went right back down with the Rejection, effectively taking most of the fight out of the giant Hawaiian. Taking a moment, VIP would lay next to Sasha to catch her own breath before pushing off the mat. Then, she turned, gritting her teeth as she seethed in anger and then began recklessly pounding forearms all over the back of the head and neck of her opponent. "You stupid girl! You stupid stupid girl! Who do you think you are!? Who!? Who!?"

She didn't care if they would do any damage. It was mostly to ease herself of any lingering frustration she had. And so the fashionista would then try to get what she wanted in the first place, and she'd grab the back of Sasha's top and then attempt to rip it off of her body messily, yanking on it hard until it would cooperate with her.

[Ringropes98]

Sasha was a tough girl, but even that didn’t mean she could immediately get back to her feet after getting slammed into the canvas like that. Her head aching as she groaned on the floor, the only upside being that at least her vision was clear enough now. Of course said upside was short lived when the Hawaiian felt her smaller opponent drop onto the small of her back.

And proceed to pound the back of her head with a multitude of punches and forearms! Sasha would cover up as best she could with her arms after the first blow but it still made her headache worse. Which was why when VIP finally removed herself and began to go after her top, the Hawaiian could only offer a token resistance. Even as the material began to rip and her breasts were exposed.

[Dubski]

VIP had gotten that bra off by force. Not the ideal method, but the method that Sasha had forced on her as she scowled at her opponent, nearly falling from the impact after getting the garment. "Now, you are going to get your titanic ass on that torture rack!" she screamed, any chill that Price had being torn away as she flipped the torture rack back to a horizontal position. "Or else I will quit being kind, and trust me when I say that all of this before right now has been an incredible kindness to you!" threatened Vanessa, her tone and eyes saying just how sincere her words were.

Then, Vanessa I. Price would grab hold of Mellows by her blonde hair with a growl. She would then yank it back far as she then pulled her free hand back and then attempted to slam her fingers right into Sasha's undercarriage, latching on a crotch claw. Then, the furious fashionista would throw all of her strength with a yell to attempt driving the much bigger girl up with the intent throw her front-first into the torture rack, desiring to get Sasha just one step closer to getting onto the rack and one step closer towards finishing this match.

[Ringropes98]

Sasha wasn’t really in the right headspace to hear Vanessa’s words at the moment. Her head still aching from the multiple elbows that were slammed into it. The Hawaiian didn’t even realize her top was missing until she was pulled up to her feet by her hair and felt the cool air brush against her bare breasts. But it was too late to try and cover up as the next thing the Hawaiian knew, she was being thrown straight into the rack!

”Ugghhn!” She groaned as she leaned against it and tried to catch her breath the cold metal of the rack causing her nipples to perk up. Managing to turn her head just enough to see Vanessa in the corner of her eye, Sasha would try to shoot her leg back and hit her with it! Her hope being to create some more distance so she could recover and as revenge for her top. But whether it would work was up in the air.