VIP vs Grace Kenning - LAW Apex Qualifer

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace's arm was being pulled along by Vanessa, pissed off from the beating she took through the match and desperate to pay her back. Grace couldn't fight like this and her position wasn't getting better with each bashing of her arm and soon Vanessa was standing there making it clear that no mercy would be given to Grace after she came this close to winning the match. Her arm was pulled up, and VIP took her good arm to pull up into the straps of the torture rack.

"No.." Grace muttered, if her good arm was strapped first she wouldn't be able to do much with the bad one and knew it. She pulled against it but couldn't push Vanessa away with her other arm and her struggles only stopped her for a few seconds, from the angle she was at Vanessa got her arm close enough to strap on and trapped Grace to the rack. Grace tried to act quickly and threw a punch at Vanessa with her other arm but her punch was weaker than her others and it hurt her just as much to throw it as her arm was wracked with pain the moment she moved it.

[Dubski]

Eventually after enough of a struggle, Vanessa had managed to lock that arm in the torture rack. She smiled a wicked smile as she doubled over for a moment to survey her handiwork. She had the clear advantage right now. But as she was busy focusing on that, Price was hit in the face with another punch from Grace, but this one didn't have nearly the strength behind it the others did. Not that it still didn't hurt VIP's already sensitive face. She snarled, staring at Grace. "You want to hit me--still!? Still!?' yelled the fashionista.

Then, Vanessa unloaded with multiple forearm strikes towards Grace's face while she had her one arm trapped, over and over again, just trying to wear and beat her down. And then, Vanessa would step back, looking like she was ready to disengage for right now before rushing forward and firing a knee directly towards Grace's face. She wanted to beat her down, just as Kenning had done to her. And she wanted to complete that beating until there was nothing that Grace could do to stop her from locking her whole body to that torture rack.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace was trapped and still willing to fight, unfortunately the only hand she had to do so was the hand Vanessa had worked on. One punch told her the whole story, she likely hurt herself as much as she did Vanessa throwing that punch even with it connecting. Grace winced simply from throwing her fist out and before she had a chance to throw a kick or do something else the now angry VIP was back at her, throwing elbows to Grace's face in rapid form to strike her unprepared skull.

"Nggh! Nhhagh! Onugh!" Grace screamed, her head kept taking elbows and being pushed into the metal rack behind her, bobbing in place and causing her skull to be wracked with pain. Between the strikes she was taking and her inability to block them Grace soon lost her footing and tumbled down, only being held up by her strapped arm...which made her a shaking but easy target for the knee that followed from VIP. "Ggaaagggh!" Grace screamed as the knee smashed her temple and drove her head into the rack again, the collision numbed her head after a moment of unbearable pain and her body leaned against the rack with her head laid to the side in a very defeated posture.

[Dubski]

Vanessa still seemed fired up as she glared down at Grace and then shot her knee directly into her skull. It smashed it between her knee cap and the hard torture rack, rattling her even more than before. VIP then stepped back and doubled over, hands on her knees as she caught her breath from this intense series of attacks. her body still ached, but now she had a moment to catch her breath with how Kenning was now slumped against the rack, held up only by her trapped arm.

"Oooooh... you were so smug earlier... wanting to humiliate me, and hurt me! Well, I think that maybe you just need to be reminded of your place..." said VIP, shaking her head. She would then step forward again and grab hold of Grace's belt on her skirt, starting to undo it and then tossing it aside. Then, she would grab hold of the jean skirt and give it a hard yank, trying to pull it down and off of her! Her aim was to humiliate Grace now, and Vanessa I. Price happened to be an expert as such things.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace was tired, feeling down from the match taking it's long toll on her and having been smashed into the torture rack for what felt like the 20th time now. Her head was scrambled like an egg and her body no longer had the energy to support her. Vanessa was taking it all in with more snark and insults that made grace want to break her restraint and squeeze that head, despite knowing that she was unable with her arms being too tired to move. Unfortunately VIP wouldn't finish the job, not without some more payback such as grabbing her belt and pulling it off, followed by her shorts which she would start to yank down.

"Nhhh...What..." Grace muttered trying to resist but her legs were unable to move either. Her mind went to just kicking her off if she could, instead all that happened was Vanessa taking her bottoms and pulling them off her limp legs to leave Grace in an even more embarrassing position. She was too tired to notice how fans were reacting, yet aware enough to feel embarrassed that it was happening at all.

[Dubski]

Price had successfully ripped off the skirt of Grace before giving it a look over and wrinkling her nose before throwing it aside. "Horrific fashion sense," stated VIP, stalking after Kenning once again and giving her a stomp to her stomach to keep her compliant. "We'll remove the rest of that outfit as well. It's dreadful," said Vanessa arrogantly, grabbing hold of both of Grace's tops.

And then, she would begin the arduous process of trying to remove it well enough by thrashing and ripping at them, trying to pull them up over Kenning's head. She would also move and manipulate that hurt arm as well, trying to fit the tops through it. "You are... unnecessarily difficult, and you will pay for that." By the time she was done, VIP would have the tops up and over her, but still wrapped around the cuffed arm and shoulder of Grace, doing enough to reveal what was beneath her tops to the audience.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace was not a conservative dresser but she didn't care for anything that involved stripping down too much, being forced to strip made it even worse so simply having her lower half be covered only by her undergarments was a humiliation she felt even when her mind was half dazed. Grace knew worse things were coming when instead of attacking or trying to finish the match VIP would grab at her top to start pulling at them as well. The sheer confusion on her face must have been a sight but soon Grace would turn her attention to the strap, bringing her battered hand up to try and remove it while she had a chance, leaving her top to be pulled long by Vanessa in another show of her cruelty.

"S-stop..." Grace said, her efforts to free herself failing before her clothes were pulled over her arm with Vanessa trying to force the clothes she was nearly ripping off to slide though her hurt arm and causing more pain from Grace at the way she did it, since VIP was not gentle with how she got them off her and soon she felt her top go above her head and over her arm, with the rest hanging on her strapped one while Vanessa exposed her even more. The embarrassment she felt brought color to her face and she tried to turn away from all prying eyes and her hand weakly covered parts of her body.

[Dubski]

Vanessa had managed to get Grace's top over her cuffed arm, leaving her opponent in her lingerie. She stepped back, giving her a smug look. "Look at you now... You want me to stop? Is that what you want, Grace Kenning? After all of your tough talk! You're here at my feet begging," said VIP cruelly, nudging one of Grace's legs with her foot. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head. "My head is still ringing, you know... and after all you did to me, I never debased myself and I asked for you to stop."

Price would then step forward again and took a knee, giving her opponent a mean look as she reached down, grabbing hold of the side of Grace's panties, gripping it tightly at her hip. "You wanted to teach me a lesson... You wanted to punish me. So let me hear what you really want, Kenning. Because if I don't hear you in two seconds, I'm tearing your underwear clean off of you," said Vanessa, her tone dripping with menace. "Let's hear it..." added Price as she begin to slowly tug down the underwear agonizingly, not revealing anything underneath quite yet.

[Fairy Dragon]

She wouldn't call not wanting to be stripped begging but she knew that Vanessa didn't care for any difference in how it went down, all that mattered was that she was in control and happy to use that position to make Grace's life miserable after the beating she took. Grace knew that if VIP wanted her to beg to not be stripped, she might do it if only to avoid further humiliation but deep down she knew that she had lost and that there was nothing stopping Vanessa from having her way now. If she wanted she would let Grace grovel and then do it anyway, just to make a point of how she was in control. Grace's face tensed up with her eyes closed shut, fighting back the humiliation she was feeling and what she knew was in her future as her garmets were pulled on, threatening to fully bring them down and expose her for good.

Her resolve and hope to win the match was broken but she would still try to fight and ruin Vanessa's taunting, a knee would come up and go for VIP's stomach.Grace could only offer that now, a final swing at Vanessa before the rest came. She wouldn't like it and she might not take it in the most dignified manner but she would rather endure it t hen submit to Vanessa on the off chance she would be shown mercy.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was waiting for her response, seeing Grace struggling with that ultimatum. A wicked grin was etched on VIP's face as she watched her, fully ready to accept whatever Kenning would choose. nd suddenly the choice was to fire a knee to Price's gut, doubling her over and then sending her staggering back until she tripped and fell onto her backside. Vanessa cringed and held her stomach, which had already taken a lot of abuse, and she let out a whining groan, throwing a free hand on the mat before settling with a glare right at Grace.

"Oh, I will savor in this now... You stupid, stupid girl," said VIP with a venomous tone. She stood up and then stormed right back to Grace Kenning, towering over her now, her opponent only in her bra and panties. She would then grab hold of the edge of the torture rack and began to lay stomp after stomp directly into Grace's stomp, measured and punishing stomps, each with heavy impact at a steady pace. She wanted to take the last of the fight that Grace had in her out before she would truly make her suffer.