Allison Tumbleweed vs Vanessa I. Price

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Standard Match: Victory to be awarded via Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Countout, or Disqualification.
All standard pro wrestling rules apply.

[Dubski]

The arena grew dark aside from multiple strobe lights as Money by The Warning hit and Vanessa I. Price comes out in her typical vest, tie, and skirt combination, in addition to a pair of sunglasses, glancing around at the crowd as they booed her loudly. Even on a boat, that much wouldn't change. She didn't care what the crowd thought of her: she would keep being oh so definitively VIP. It was another Pay-Per-View match for her, and she was looking forward to the added benefit of a cruise on top of humiliating yet another woman. This time, Allison Tumbleweed, who she could only describe as annoyingly Southern. She couldn't think of many people she would want to share a room with less than someone squawking in that horrific accent, and that insipid jargon. Just positively horrible.

After her red carpet was rolled out to the stage, Price began to make her way down to the ring, waving a hand at any particularly aggressive fans ringside to dismiss them. She was here to do her job and annihilate this girl, and she had no time to waste with the riff raff--not when a cool mixed drink would be waiting for her after this. After the referee holds open the ring ropes for her, she steps inside and takes off her sunglasses, giving the crowd a look of disdain before shaking her head and walking to her corner to wait for her opponent. That Southern annoyance.

Spoiler

And yet, backstage someone was fretting, grabbing hold of Allison Tumbleweed's hands and letting out a worried whine. "Allison... I really don't think you should have accepted this match... Vanessa is just... just... she's so mean! Like meaner than mean! One of the meanest in LAW! And you can't even leave the arena--because we're on sea so... Nnnn..."

Alba Garcia, Allison's student, deflated and slumped her shoulders. She was in an adorable bikini top and bikini skirt combo that showed off her slim little figure well, enjoying her time on the boat and thinking it was a miracle she was even allowed on, mostly as a plus one for Allison, and only taking it as moral support. But so far that support was mostly in worrying and being reassured by Allison that it would be fine, which only placated Alba for so long. But now that the match was about to happen, Garcia was in maximum panic mode.

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She heard Alba’s words. Her protégé was nervous and she could understand why. VIP wasn’t a girl famous for her generosity and good sportsmanship. It was instead the exact opposite when it came to this type of wrestler, whose famous for not only her skills in the ring but also her cruelty at her opponents. Especially those who do not give in and do as she asks and decide to be stubborn.

Unfortunately for her, VIP’s newest opponent was quite infamously stubborn as Allison Tumbleweed stepped out of the changing room at looked at Alba with a smile. ”It ain’t my first rodeo with ladies expecting to get what they want. They’re usually always so surprised when what they want isn’t what they get. So you don’t worry a thing ok sweetheart. I’ll probably take a few lumps if what they say about this little ray of sunshine is true. But there ain’t no way I’m not leaving with my little pound of flesh as well. And then, you and me are going to enjoy our little vacation on they beach! Maybe catch the eye of a few fans who will be all too happy to give us free drinks hehe. And maybe a little something else.” She winked at alba as her tone turned a little teasing.

But then a fist began to knock on the door and Allison straightened up with a sigh. “We’ll darlin. That sounds like my cue, I’ll be looking for you in the box when it’s all over.” she laid her hand on Alba’s shoulder and gave her a comforting smile while she affixed her hat with her free one. She winked and then turned on her heel and left the room, the luxury of the ship was everywhere as she made her way to the curtain at the exact moment she heard her theme begin to play out.

Spoiler

Stepping out into the sun that shined over the cruise they were on. The cowgirl spread her arms out up
and to her sides. Two fingers pointed out in the shape of guns as she made her way down the ramp. The crowd going crazy as they showered her with cheers! The perfect hero to defeat the smug villain that stood inside the ring. Clad in her boots, elastic blue jeans, American flag bikini top, and her iconic hat. The cowgirl would climb up the steps and step inside. Climbing up a nearby turnbuckle she would raise her arms to another shower of cheers before dropping back onto the canvas and falling against the corner. Her hand removing her hat as she looked across the ring at her fellow blonde opponent.

She couldn’t help herself, she smiled and winked at VIP.

[Dubski]

Alba Garcia still looked incredibly concerned as Allison spoke, but also blushed slightly at her teasing. As her trainer was leaving the room, she shouted out to her, "Good luck! And be careful!" And then, when Allison was out of earshot, she let out an anxious whine before finding somewhere else to watch the match from.

As Allison Tumbleweed made her way out to the ring, VIP was flooded with disinterest, finding herself more intrigued by adjusting her gloves. Taking one look up, her lip furled as she rolled her eyes in disgust. What a ridiculous girl Allison was, in her patriotic garb and blue jeans. And that hat--just horrific. There was very little about her opponent she respected. And when she picked her head back up to look at Tumbleweed, she was winning at her, drawing another disdainful eye roll from her as she stepped out of the corner.

"This display is embarrassing, regardless of what these people are cheering over," stated Vanessa smugly. "And I am eager to completely dismantle you and roll your sorry self back to whatever backwater southern hole you crawled your way out of," continued Price, laying on the trash talk thick as she got herself ready to compete.

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Well now. It seems that this little fashionista was not so keen on the cowgirls entrance. Or maybe she just wasn’t a very pleasant person, and from what Allison has heard about the bored looking blonde in front of her. Either explanation was probably true. Or maybe even both! It would certainly explain how she would immediately start laying the trash talking a little too thick for the southerners liking. But, it still wasn’t something she hadn’t heard before. Especially from spoiled rich kids like VIP.

”Really sweetheart… for someone who claims to be so original, that was probably the most clichéd thing ya coulda said to me. Then again, guess it really does say something about you if you’re so shallow that I could stand in a puddle of you and not get ma feet wet.” Allison replied with a roll of her eyes. Words meant little if you didn’t have the strength to back them up. And this cowgirl intended on showing this chick just how strong she can be.

When the bell finally rang, Allison would strut her way out of the corner and into the center of the ring. Hands on her hips and swaying side to side before she bent over slightly to give what had to be another annoying smirk to VIP. “Better buckle up buttercup! Cause you and me are gonna have some fun!” she claimed before straightening up and putting her arms to her sides. Feet bouncing on the canvas as she readied herself for the first strike.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price had already waved a hand dismissively as Allison started to critique her own critique--she hadn't the need not the care for anything that her opponent had to say. That grating accent made it more than clear to VIP that there was nothing she had worth hearing.

Hearing the bell, however, would be far more important for her to hear. And when Vanessa had heard that, she walked towards the middle of the ring, her nose wrinkling in disgust as Tumbleweed spoke again. "Enough talking. It's insufferable, you mop-haired mutt," growled Price, holding her hands up, flicking her wrists to prepare for a lock up. "Now come on, should you think you're as tough as you pretend to be."

Only as soon as Allison may meet her for a lock up, Vanessa would instead throw a kick directly for Allison's kneecap. And if successful, she would then grab the Southerner by the hair and then pull her over into a headlock takedown!

[Ringropes98]

Well, no one can say that Allison didn’t try to make friends with her opponent. But it was clear from the beginning that Vanessa had no intentions on listening to any other voice but her own. And that was alright in the cowgirls book, just meant that she needed to make the spoiled rich kid learn the error of her ways through her fists. And with the bell ringing now, it was time to get started on that front.

So now the cowgirl was making her way towards the center of the ring, ready to lock horns with the infamous VIP. Yet Allison saw something in the elitist’s gaze that made her hair stand up on end. So while she would raise her arms in challenge for a test of strength, her eyes would never leave her opponents. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but something told her that Vanessa had no intentions on truly locking up.

And lo and behold! It turns out Allison was right, for when she moved for the lock up, Vanessa would suddenly lash out with a kick aimed for her seemingly unguarded belly! Yet the rich blonde would find that the cowgirl wasn’t as unguarded as she thought, for Allison would catch the leg and hold it in place while she glared down at her. ”You know. That’s a common factor in all you rich bitches. You say whatever ya want and talk about how far above everyone ya are. But y’all have the same thing in common.”

Suddenly, Allison would yank her opponents leg towards herself! Her arms wrapping around Vanessa’s waist in a hug that pressed them belly to belly. “You’re so PREDICTABLE!!!” She shouted as she would fling the fashionista up and over her head behind her in a brutal belly to belly suplex!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was about to take charge against this Southern annoyance, when Allison had actually grabbed her leg instead. The fashionista's eyes widened in anger as her leg was caught and she grit her teeth. Growling in anger, she swiped one hand towards Tumbleweed, attempting to smack her, but was just short. And then, a moment later, she was sent flying up and over her opponent and landed hard on the mat, rolling in a heap.

Gnashing her teeth in pain, Price held her back as she hissed angrily. "You...! Shut your miserable, yapping mouth!" shouted VIP, rolling her body towards the nearest ropes, grabbing onto it to steady herself. The impact left her winded. Allison had some strength behind her, and it was certainly not anything Vanessa could match. It wasn't anything she couldn't deal with though, she considered, as she began pulling herself up and off the mat with help from the ropes.

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The sound of VIP impacting against the canvas behind her was like music to the cowgirls ears. Allison instantaneously rolled onto her hands and knees to properly survey the damage. She could already hear the blonde elitist muttering up a storm before straight up shouting at the cowgirl to shut up from across the ring. Allison in response merely let out a hearty laugh as she saw the once smug VIP lose her cool.

”Aww. Come on now girl. That was just a little love tap. Don’t tell me you’re all tuckered out already.” She giggled as she walked her way towards her opponent. Helping her up to her feet by grabbing her arm, before suddenly pressing her between herself and the ropes. Her eyes never once leaving contact with Vanessa’s. “We still have lots to do.” she whispered before suddenly yanking back and whipping Vanessa across the ring to the opposing ropes. If the fashionista bounced off of them, she would find the cowgirl meeting her in the middle with a lariat aimed for her neck and chest!

[Dubski]

With a groan, Vanessa I. Price was gritting her teeth as she glared at her opponent. She was already tired of her lip, and she was sure to put a stop to it sooner than later. But for now, she needed to suffer it. She was pressed into the ropes before being whipped across the ring. She rebounded off the ropes, coming right back at Tumbleweed fast. She was trying to time it, but the Southerner coming at her threw off the fashionista's timing and she was planted directly into the mat again, slamming hard and recoiling her upperhalf up as she held her chest with both arms.

"Puuuuh..." sputtered out VIP before laying back with a loud groan. She was finding herself more frustrated than she was in pain--and there was quite a lot of pain to be had. The match was early, but she needed to quit taking so many hard hits early on. She needed to get back at Allison and send more offense her way to keep her assault at bay before it got too bad to recover from. Price just needed to keep her eyes open and wait for the right moment to strike.