VIP vs Grace Kenning - LAW Apex Qualifer

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace's head was still trapped under VIP and she knew that the self proclaimed princess wasn't about to let her go until, taunting Grace about how helpless she was right now. She wasn't about to allow Vanessa to get away with this and she tried to grab for Vanessa's arms to pull them off when VIP began pulling at Grace's head, yanking it into awkward directions to bend the stronger fighter's neck.

"Gggk!" Grace groaned as she felt her neck strain from the way she was being pulled. Her head twisted so far to the side she would nearly be touching her shoulder if Vanessa wasn't pressed up against her. Grace's hands went to her arms at first but soon she gave up and instead just tried to punch Vanessa right in the face to stop her from continuing this, even though her angle meant she couldn't give it her all she thought it might surprise her.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was feeling very confident in herself as she muscled around the bigger wrestler by her head. "Come now, Kenning, I didn't expect you to make this so easy for me!" exclaimed the fashionista, keeping Grace's head against her with expert precision. The simple maneuver had gotten a lot out of Grace as she continued to smugly smile out at the crowd.

But then, VIP was nailed with a punch directly to her face, forcing Vanessa to stagger back and release Kenning as she held her nose in pain. Her teeth grit as the hot pain in her nose and face flowed through her and she growled, eyes closed tight. The surprising hit had done enough damage that it certainly didn't feel good at all. But moreover, it offended her, so soon after taunting Grace like she did. "You... would dare!?" yelled Price, lowering her hands and then charging at Kenning, attempting to throw a wild clothesline at her!

[Fairy Dragon]

One punch was all she needed and the bitch was slinking away shocked that she could actually get touched. If it was going to be that easy through this Grace might have an easier time than she thought, Vanessa was going to learn that Grace wasn't going to pull her punches or go easy on her. As she got up she saw VIP moving in at her, actually asking if she dared while trying to knock her down with a clothesline, Grace knew what to do and would go low to avoid the hit but would send a punch low into Vanessa's gut when she came running in.

"Damn right princess, this ring isn't for pampering." Grace said before she would grab VIP from the side. Quickly hoisting her up Grace would try to bring Vanessa down with a side suplex, taking her off her feet and bringing her down on her upper back and neck.

[Dubski]

Vanessa's wild clothesline seemed to miss, and her eyes went wide when she realized all to late what was about to happen. A punch went right into her midsection, blowing the wind from her lungs as she doubled over, reaching out a hand to grab onto Grace's outfit for a moment to keep her steady. The one blow was powerful and kept Price in agony as she teetered on her feet. However, Grace's offense wasn't done quite yet.

Kenning then went to VIP's side and grabbed her around the waist. Without any effort, it seemed, Grace muscled up her opponent and sent her crashing onto her neck and back with a side suplex! Price's body bounced and rolled off the mat before she rested on her front. The fashionista held the back of her neck with both hands as she struggled on the mat, kicking her feet repeatedly as she tried to cope with the agony of it all. Grace's offense had certainly kept Price from fighting back currently, leaving her hurting on the mat as a price for her arrogance.

[Fairy Dragon]

VIP learned that the ring was no place for her high and mighty attitude, like in life you were eventually going to get put in your place. Grace wasn't going to do any lasting damage but by the end she planned to have the loss be the burning reminder of this to Vanessa. While she was rolling on the mat Grace would grab her head and force her to sit up before pulling down forward and throwing her back down so that she slammed into the mat again.

She would grab her again, this time actually allowing her to get back but keeping her head locked up so that she could throw a knee into her chest. Once she was sure Vanessa wasn't going to be doing much else Grace would Irish whip her into the ropes allowing her to run back at Grace so she could knock her down on her ass again with a shoulder tackle.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was currently feeling the effects of Grace's power, and she did not love it at all. She grit her teeth as she was being grabbed and sat up... only to have her slammed right back, her body bouncing off the mat. "Ah! Nnnn..." growled Price, this time wanting to try and will herself up. But once again, Kenning was ready to bring her up at her own pace. She pulled her up and Vanessa shouted, "Let... me... g--Uhhhnnn..."

Her chest was hit with a knee strike that kept her nearly toppling over from the impact of it. She grabbed towards Grace's outfit to try to hold herself up, but the bigger girl had other ideas. She was thrown to the ropes and before she could stop herself, she was already rebounding back. Sucking in a breath, she could only brace herself for the impact as she was nailed with the shoulder tackle, sending her flipping in the air until she landed on her back, body in a messy heap as she was stunned from the punishing shoulder strike that she barely knew where exactly she was at the moment.

[Fairy Dragon]

Once she was no longer in control, Vanessa's entire being turned from smug to helpless, all she could do was make demands that Grace would never listen to while grace was knocking her down every time she got back up. After shoulder tackling her down Grace would quickly move down and grab Vanessa again, knowing she was a bit stunned which was the best time to attack. Once she was standing up enough Grace would grab under her leg and lift her up to Grace's chest, holding the heel in her arms knowing what she had in mind next.

"You're pretty light princess." Grace said mocking how easy it was to lift her before she would do a few spins in place. She would rotate 2 times before throwing Vanessa at the corner with the third spin. She wanted Vanessa to be dazed and come back up to her feet while in or near the turnbuckle because there she would be able to stop anything Vanessa tried and overpower her completely.

[Dubski]

Vanessa growled at Grace's words, bitterly glaring at her as she found herself grabbed once more as she was held up by her legs. "N-No...!" yelled Price, leaning up and swiping at Kenning. She wasn't about to be woman-handled like this--except she absolutely was. Grace was then swinging her around and VIP held her head, gritting her teeth as she was swung, just trying not to allow herself to get too dizzy and rocking her brain.

And then, she slammed unceremoniously against the turnbuckle, and she clutched her aching head as she sat in the corner, groaning out loud. "Light... you musclebound oaf! Give me one moment and you will regret this!" barked Vanessa as she struggled in the corner, reaching out towards Kenning worthlessly as she cringed. She was in a bad spot, and currently grace had the upperhand against her smaller opponent.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace's tactics were supposed to make Vanessa feel pressured and disoriented, and so far she had done the trick. not only were her insults faltering, but she was recklessly trying to get back up while in bad shape which opened her up for Grace's next line off offense. She couldn't put her on the torture rack like this, but when lined up on the other side of the ring Grace could attack her as she was getting up, running in and jumping whens he got close while raising both legs and slamming her knees into VIP's chest.

"You're out of moments Vanessa." Grace said wanting to flatten Vanessa in the corner. Going low she would start throwing shoulder tackles into Vanessa's stomach, ramming her three times before standing up and trying to follow it up with a knee. By the time she was done she wanted Vanessa to struggle to even speak.

[Dubski]

VIP had tried to push herself out of the corner before her eyes widened as Grace sprinted towards her. Then, she took double knees directly into her chest and blew the air out of her lungs as she gasped loudly, holding her chest and laying back in the corner, taking labored breaths to cope with the struggle and pain. This bigger girl was getting the one up on Price, which would normally piss her off more if she wasn't already focused on trying to just breath through the pain now.

The breathing didn't get any better though as she started to stand, only to get hit with three shoulder tackles into the stomach. "Oh! Ah! Nnnnh...!" she groaned out loudly. The fashionista struggling in the corner as her midsection was being worked over. And a final knee went right into her stomach and she went weak at the knees, mouth going open but no noise coming out as she staggered forward and leaned right against Grace in pain, not able to put up much of a defensive right now.