Gwen vs Vasyla -a special meeting

[Lederface]

Gwen when she saw how Vasyla was thrown by the kick she managed to give, knew that she could give something much better and stronger, although she would also have to be careful, so trying to retake the initiative, Gwen would throw herself against her, showing her intentions to hit her, just using this as a decoy, and if Vasyla took a position to defend herself, Gwen would go to her real plan, placing herself behind her and try to hold her from behind.

[hamsandwich212]

Vasylna saw Gwen coming for her and decided to go on the offensive herself by leaping up and towards the seamstress, falling right into her opponent's trap. Vasylna felt hands wrapping around her body and she instinctively started to wriggle and thrash about, throwing elbows backwards to try and escape, but she just couldn't put enough force into any of her erratic attacks to break free.

A bit of worry came across the Ukrainian as she knew whatever would come next wouldn't be pleasant, and although she did her best to keep up her demeanor, the slightly frantic look on her face told a different story.

Not wanting to be potentially lifted and slammed this early into the match, Vasylna decided to opt for a risky maneuver. She let out an adamant yet somewhat quiet "RGHAH!" and threw herself backwards into her opponent, hoping that she could bring both fighters to the mat and make the blunette take the impact of both of their falls.

[Lederface]

Gwen despite having Vasyla trapped, it was likely that even she could not have done much, her trapped hands holding Vasyla prevented her from any movement, adding that her body suffered some blows from Vasyla's elbows, so when she least expected it, she would be pushed backwards abruptly, falling on the canvas hard.

But Gwen amazingly did not lose her grip, she was clearly in pain, her back had taken the brunt of it, but being on the ground gave Gwen a chance, taking an effort, she would try to lock her legs around Vasyla, looking to do a Bodyscssisors, and if that managed to work, she would try to get her hands to propel her up until they could both sit up.

[hamsandwich212]

Vasylna's position got better for a moment, but then it immediately got much, much worse as Gwen's dangerous legs started to wrap tightly around her midsection. She instinctively brought her arms down attempting to pry off the pinching legs, her black nails digging into the seamstress' thighs as she struggled in the hold.

In the meantime, Ukrainian would start pushing herself and by extension Gwen backwards with her legs to bring herself closer towards the ropes. If she couldn't force Gwen to let go or breach the crushing grip on her own, she would have to rely on a rope break for liberation. As she was inching closer and closer to her potential escape she was shifted into more of a sitting position by her captor, which lifted her weight off of her opponent but thankfully didn't do much in terms of increasing pressure on her waist.

Beads of sweat started to drip off of Vasylna's brow as the pain was starting to get to her, but she remained resolute, even going so far as to threaten the seamstress. "I'll enjoy making you scream..." She hissed through clenched teeth as she had managed to inch her way nearly within arms reach of the ropes, looking to grasp for them if he escape efforts proved unsuccessful.

[Lederface]

Gwen felt like every moment of that roll up was difficult, her legs had to work both to squeeze Vasyla, and to withstand the attack on her legs, being that as soon as she was sitting up, Gwen was about to go for a Choke Hold, but then Vasyla threatened her, Gwen would not allow acts like that, so she passed a hand around Vasyla's chest, it didn't really do much in terms of grip, but it helped Vasyla's arms were not easy to act if something happened, besides feeling that woman's breasts.

And you Tell me Miss..... White is a beautiful color in clothes..... But what catches the eye is good embroidery!!!!!

Gwen would say, with the whole audience screaming knowing what was coming, as she raised her hand and with a soft gesture, her desired move would begin, appearing from her sleeve a tiny scissors, something that had turned off the audience as they were very small, more than the original ones, but that stopped mattering when Gwen made the first cut on the mayas that Vasyla had all over her lower body, smiling at her and whispering in her ear

If you do the Rope Breake or keep digging your nails into my leg, your breasts will be free...... Your choice

[hamsandwich212]

Vasylna's face would go flush from a mix of anger and embarrassment as Gwen brought her hand around her breast and started to make snips on her outfit all while threatening to move the scissors further up her body. There was no way that Vasylna would allow herself to be exposed, especially not in her very first match at LAW, but at the same time she wouldn't give in so easily to Gwen's demands. She would whisper back with an ominous "It would appear that you've caught me, remember this moment, because I surely will..."

The goth would feign compliance, pulling her knees up and closer to Gwen whilst ceasing her clawing. "Alright, what now?" she continued, hoping that she would lull the seamstress into a false sense of confidence, waiting for either her next movement or word before suddenly returning to her clawing and planting her feet, pushing back with a defiant burst of power. If Vasylna was able to bring both fighters up and back down she would use the moment of confusion and pain to break her way out of the compromising hold.

[Lederface]

Gwen watched as Vasyla seemed to understand what she was talking about, pulling the scissors away from Vasyla's bra, smiling she would just make another cut to her flairs, before suddenly Vasyla would brutally attack her legs, causing her to scream in pain and be forced to get out of there, screaming in pain, having to put her scissors away for now, as her reddened legs trembled in pain

[hamsandwich212]

A wave of relief washed over the goth as her gambit worked to her favor and she was she was able to escape not only the crushing jaws of the body scissors but also the literal scissors that Gwen was threatening her with. Vasylna slid out and far enough away from her opponent to gather her strength as she lifted herself onto one knee and then onto her feet all whilst she clutched at her aching side.

Vasylna was understandably pissed off as looked down to inspect her recently ravaged attire, she couldn't believe that she would have to replace parts of her outfit after just one match in them. She looked back up and rolled her eyes at the seamstress before giving off an audible scoff as if to say "Did you really just do that?". The match now had new meaning for the Ukrainian heel as she started to close the distance with a malevolent march, looking to go on the offensive with a grab aimed straight at the seamstress' ocean blue hair.

[Lederface]

Gwen felt her legs hurting, and seeing how that woman looked like she wanted to hit her or worse, Gwen knew that attacking her with her scissors and cutting her clothes hadn't been a good idea at all.

Oh... You don't seem to like that at all..... What do you think about me repairing that after the fight?

She would say rather nervously, and when she saw her approach Gwen would cover her face, only to be grabbed by the hair, trying to pull her off, while moaning in pain.

[hamsandwich212]

In truth, Vasylna did want to take Gwen up on the offer, but first she had a match to win and a point to prove. She soaked in the atmosphere of the arena, and couldn't help but give a low chuckle at both the pained moans as well as the worried gasps that filled her ears.

With a downright disrespectful yank Vasylna pulled the seamstress' head under her arm, securing it in place in a tight guillotine so she could finish prepping for her next move. The crowd went relatively hush in utter dread as the white haired wrestler wrapped her arm around the leg of her opponent and with a "Huff!" pulled on her body, aiming to lift her into the air before violently slamming her back down onto the mat, maintaining her grip on the trapped leg even after they had landed.