VIP vs. Leonie Bowen - NHB "I Quit" Match

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had used her Arm Drill to great success to punish her foolish opponent's recklessness. Taking down Leonie's arm with great impact, VIP looked satisfied as she began tugging the armbar in tight.

And while she kept it in quite snug, she saw her redheaded opponent grinning at her, bizarrely. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Vanessa listened to her brazenly challenge her to do worse. With a scoff, the fashionista rolled her eyes, watching Leonie as she kept the hold locked in.

"You say that as if I've even begun to try," answered Price arrogantly. Then, she threw two boots towards Leonie's face, trying to rattle her, before beginning to pull on the redhead's arm even more viciously, perfectly happy to oblige Leonie if that was what she wanted.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie's brow furrowed, filled with sweat. She squinted her eyes, still chuckling at Vanessa's attempts to put her away. The armbar was nothing. Was this really the best that VIP had to throw at her!

"GAAAAAAH!"

It wasn't.

When Vanessa tightened the hold, it felt like every muscle in her shoulder was going to be torn from the bone. Leonie told herself that this was hardly the worst pain she'd ever felt, that thorny bushes and falls from trees and charges by cows were twice as bad as this armbar. Maybe it was even true. If it was, Leonie couldn't think of a time that she'd been in more pain. She trusted her strong arm to provide just enough resistance to avoid serious injury, but in a way, that was worse. All that meant was that the only freedom Leonie could look forward to was a submission.

But she wouldn't give Vanessa that satisfaction. She slammed her feet on the canvas, writhing in agony. Her lungs filled with deep, desperate breaths that she tried in vain to calm herself with. The first kick rocked her, as she was unprepared for the way it clobbered her in the face. The second, though, was her way out. Leonie let that second blow slam into her before bringing a muscular arm right on top of it. She tried to grab Vanessa's foot, and if she was successful, she would twist it viciously! Hoping that her shoulder could hold out against Vanessa's ankle. If not, or if Vanessa escaped while still maintaining her armbar? Leonie would be at her wit's end.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was cranking on that Armbar hard, ready to rip it off if she needed to. She was completely unimpressed by Leonie's attempts to hold on, finding her confidence rather pathetic. And so she was happy when her boots began to land into her face until suddenly, she was caught. Price gave a peculiar look, then yelled out in pain when it was twisted! "Gah...!" releasing the Armbar, she used her other foot to kick Bowen away, successfully freeing her foot!

It hurt, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. Certainly, it wouldn't be as bad as how Leonie's arm must feel now. "Oh, where did all that boldness go, Liony?" But still, VIP would hop to her feet, trying to put minimal pressure on her hurt ankle. Then, she would grab hold of Leonie, purposefully grabbing at her hurt arm to pull her up before trying to knee her directly in the midsection. She wanted to hit Leonie and stun her to make her more pliable, aiming to have enough time to hit a more devastating move.

[FreestylePoet]

Two boots to her face, one of which Leonie grabbed and twisted. Then a grunt -- not a scream -- and a third to her ribs. Leonie was forced to release her ankle lock, but VIP also released her own armbar. Now Leonie was free, and one arm was used to lift her back up, while the other laid uselessly at her side. She tried to roll that shoulder and elbow out, but they immediately screamed their disapproval.

"Tch..." This time, she even ignored VIP's taunt despite every ounce of her begging for another go at the smug fashionista. Instead, Leonie merely pushed herself up, letting that arm hang limply while using the other to brace it, as if fearing that it might fall out of its socket. She noticed that, for a moment, Vanessa also favored one leg over the other, like a limping deer through the forest. That was her way in, she realized. If she could just take advantage of VIP's wound before the suited woman did the same to hers, she'd be able to win this match.

Unfortunately, Leonie wasn't much of a strategist in the ring. By the time she even thought to go low, VIP was already lunging for her! "AAH!" She was helped up the rest of the way to a standing position by her injured arm! "You dirty bitCHHH!" Leonie's insult was interrupted by a brutal knee to her gut! Spittle flew from Leonie's mouth as she crumpled upon VIP's knee! Any plans she might've had were thrown out the window as the very breath was driven from Leonie's lungs.

[Dubski]

"Enough with the childish name calling! Have a little decorum!" shouted VIP after nailing her knee to the gut, seeing Leonie double over and struggle for breath. The fashionista rolled her eyes, clearly over the attitude that Bowen was having with her. "Now, let's see if we can finally make you submit," stated Vanessa menacingly.

She would grab the red hair of Leonie and then start to lock in an Abdominal Stretch, but not quit putting her pressure into the stretch. Instead, Price would grab hold of the hurt arm of Leonie and start to lock in a firm armbar with it. Then, she started to crank back, applying more pressure that it started to stretch the rest of her body as well! Showing off her impressive technical prowess, VIP would lock in that modified Abdominal Stretch, using the injured arm as the fulcrum to pile on the pressure, just wanting to see if Leonie could withstand this hold!

[FreestylePoet]

"Hhaack... hhaaack..." All Leonie could do was scowl at Vanessa's tone policing. Any response she wanted to give withered away with her spasming diaphragm -- before being drowned out by Leonie's own screams! Her strained arm whined like creaking steel as Vanessa pulled it back. That shoulder bore the load of VIP's Ab Stretch, and she had to choose: Let the fashionista bend her into an n-shape, or firm up her core at the expense of her already-wounded shoulder.

"AAAAUGH!" Leonie screwed her eyes shut, hoping that the muscles of her chest and shoulder would stay attached. Every bench press, pushup, dip, and shoulder press was working triple overtime now just trying to keep her ligaments intact. Even as the pain tore through her body, she knew that she needed to escape!

Her heels dug into the canvas, hoping to keep their grip despite its unsteady nature. Then she pushed off, attempting to backpedal with desperate power! She hoped to drive Vanessa backwards -- right into the ropes, where her Ab Stretch would be far less effective! That Vanessa could intentionally fall or counter or do a million other things didn't cross Leonie's mind at all. All the Minnesotan knew was that if she didn't get out, she was gonna be leaving this match on a stretcher!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price kept that modified Abdominal Stretch on tight, ensuring she was keeping Leonie locked in tight as she wrenched in that hold hard to tear at her shoulder. Leonie's fit body was on full display, and further, it was in agony. And Price loved all of it as she preened proudly. "Liony, you can put an end to this at any time!" shouted Vanessa cruelly, reminding her of the only way out of the match.

However, Leonie wasn't about to let up just there, and she forced herself back until finally both girls barrelled back until VIP's back hit the ropes and the referee called for a rope break. Not wanting to simply break it like that, Vanessa pulled hard on her shoulder as the referee counted 1... 2... 3... 4...!

And then Vanessa broke the hold and shoved Bowen forward, making distance with the redhead as she glared at the referee. Leonie had survived another hold, but Price was already walking right towards her and grabbing her by the hair once more, yanking her head upward. "No... I think I have a lot more... But you will submit to me!" declared Price menacingly.

[FreestylePoet]

Each step was a war unto itself. Her feet were leaden as they pushed against the canvas, trudging backwards towards the ropes. Eventually, several grunts of effort later, she arrived. "Ghhk... Rrgh!" Five long seconds passed as Vanessa got her money's worth with this hold, but the promise of freedom empowered Leonie to grit her teeth and survive.

Just before the referee reached five, Leonie was pushed away. She turned to grin dumbly at her frustrated foe, even as Vanessa approached to grab a fistful of her orange locks. Immediately, her own unwounded arm shot up to wring one strong hand around the front of Vanessa's throat. The chokehold was brutish and basic and probably not all that effective, but it would hopefully at least keep VIP at arm's length.

"Sorry, Barbie..." She grinned at her own wit, even though it was curled halfway into a grimace. "But I've got way too much pride to give up to a trust fund baby, especially one as weak as you." The irony of her statement was lost on her, what with her other shoulder hanging half-limply by her side. But she wasn't out of this yet!

Leonie reared her head back as much as Vanessa's hairpull would allow. And then she thrust it forward, pulling the fashionista's head forward using her own throat as a throttle! If her attack went uninterrupted, their close taunting spat would devolve into a savage headbutt!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was feeling mighty happy with herself as she was crushing Leonie beneath her. She loved this feeling more than anything else, and while the redhead was ailing underneath her, she had grabbed hold of her hair, looking to pull her up and give her another round of pain. Before she could, Price felt a hand on her throat and gargled, snarling as she yanked on Leonie's hair harder, attempting to dislodge her. However, Bowen was getting her second wind and wasn't about to bow that easily. And the taunting... she would have laughed it off in any other position.

As Vanessa was trying to yank Leonie's hair nearly off at this point, she was caught with a mighty headbutt directly onto her forehead. She went cross-eyed for a moment as her grip slipped right out of Leonie's short, red hair and she wobbled back before staggering straight into Bowen as much as she would let her with that throat grip.

[FreestylePoet]

They said that in a headbutt, nobody truly won. But Leonie begged to differ. After all, she got to hear Vanessa choke on her own words, then have them replaced by a pained grunt as Leonie slammed their skulls together. How was that not a win? Besides, she'd always been hard-headed. Why not use that to her advantage?

Luckily, the headbutt seemed to have the intended effect. Right away, Leonie could tell that Vanessa had been dazed. Her eyes crossed, and her persistent grip on Leonie's orange mop faltered. Leonie grinned. Now this girl was toast. One burly farmer's arm, the one that had been recovering from VIP's earlier attacks, wrapped as best as it could around VIP's back. Keeping her stronger hand locked around her opponent's throat, she hoisted Little Miss Price into the air with ease! "Hrrr...rah!" And with righteous vigor, she brought Vanessa crashing back down to earth with a powerful chokeslam!