Gwen vs Vasyla -a special meeting

[Lederface]

Gwen was close, she could see how Vasyla feared for her clothes to be cut, Gwen could feel her scissors cutting Vasyla's clothes, but when she thought she would make it, a hook would hit her hard in the face knocking her down.

On the ground, Gwen had not only lost her chance, but also her position and although dizzy, she could see her scissors, so she would start crawling to pick them up and put them away.

[hamsandwich212]

Vasylna heard a nice pleasing smacking sound as her hand connected square on Gwen's face, knocking the seamstress out of the mount which in turn allowed herself to get back up to her feet. After taking just a moment to compose herself following another close call Vasylna turned to see a dazed Gwen still on the floor. Sensing blood in the water and perhaps a tinge of desperation in her movement, the white haired wrestler closed in on her downed foe with a sinister stride, her movement causing the crowd to yell out in warning of the imminent attack.

Once the disgruntled heel was within arms reach of the blunette, Vasylna simultaneously yanked on her hair while violently throwing her knee forward into Gwen's cheek once more.

[Lederface]

Gwen after that blow could begin to understand that leaving attack space for Vasyla might start to be a bad idea, so when Gwen had barely heard the scream from the crowd after putting her scissors away, she would soon have her hair being pulled to harm her, groaning from the pain before a knee would hit her hard in the cheek, losing her posture with her hands but still keeping herself from falling from the hold on her hair that Vasyla was making, leaving Gwen to try and grab her opponent's hands as she tried to free her hair

[hamsandwich212]

As the seamstress brought her hands up because of the hair pulling Vasylna responded by lifting her leg, not for another knee strike but to place it on top of Gwen's head and stomp her face first into the mat! The crowd erupted in boos for such a disrespectful attack and try as she might, Vasylna couldn't help but to smirk at their response. The jeers and Gwen's moans of pain now only served to fuel Vasylna's brutal assault.

Vasylna brushed her hair out of her face and took a step back, watching to see how Gwen would start to get back up to her feet. When the time was right she would swing a foot forward at Gwen's stomach.

[Lederface]

Gwen was hardly surprised herself not to have fallen before that attack to her face, she did not know if it was a masochistic desire, or if it was what Jenny always called the flame, but she was still awake and fighting, although little could do the latter when Vasyla attacked her stomach with a kick when Gwen was standing up, opening her eyes in surprise and falling on the canvas suffering, Gwen could barely keep up, but still .... She was still willing, her hands would try to hold on to something, anything, just to be that help to keep fighting.

[hamsandwich212]

Vasylna let out a bit of a telling laugh at the sight of her opponent's suffering on the floor, she was planning on making an example out of her unfortunate soon to be victim.

While on the floor, Gwen wouldn't have to struggle for something to grab onto for long as her hand was grabbed by the black painted nails of her opponent. Vasylna pulled on the outstretched limb, trying to bring the seamstress back up to her feet in a very unceremonious manner. If she was successful at bringing her up she would try to swiftly shift behind and apply a tight hammerlock.

[Lederface]

Gwen from the ground knew she had to keep going, her thread was getting tighter and tighter, and when she managed to grab hold of something, or rather, someone, she would stand up a little, seeing Vasyla finally, Gwen would soon be put into something that her arm felt to such an extent that she screamed in pain, a desperate scream from Gwen, if there was anything she would care for more than her own suit, it was her hands, if these were hurt, what could she accomplish for her job

[hamsandwich212]

Things were looking rather good for the Ukrainian wrestler now that she was able to get back up to her feet with her opponent in her clutches, and there was also a growing sense of relief in her mind as the scissors would hopefully no longer be something for her to worry about. With her relatively secure grip, Vasylna brought herself close to Gwen's ear. "Scream all you wish, it will only get worse..." She whispered with a slight chuckle.

In most other circumstances, Vasylna would more than likely transition into a choke when in this position, but despite the seemingly desperate yelps of pain she thought that Gwen still may have had too much fight in her to take put this match to rest. Instead, she tightened the hold on the trapped limb before seeking out to gain control of the blunette's loose arm.

[Lederface]

Gwen when she felt her arm being tortured to the max, she cried out in pain, too much was in her arm, she was almost crying

please..... let go of my arm!, I need it to be me.....

Gwen would say fighting to try to get up and try to free herself.

[hamsandwich212]

(Thanks to Lederface for being so understanding and willing to continue this thread after such a long time )

She wouldn't dare go so far as to potentially damage someone's livelihood, but she knew that Gwen probably wasn't willing to call her bluff at this point. She'd be looking to use this to her advantage in a moment but she first she wanted to get a little bit more revenge on the seamstress for going at her outfit with those damned scissors!

Vasylna would assist Gwen in getting back up to her feet, but only so she could lay her right back onto the mat just as quick and twice as hard. With the hammerlock still applied, she'd swiftly hook her other arm under Gwen's other arm and lift while pulling back, with Gwen hopefully being lifted and slammed down onto the mat in a devastating hammerlock suplex.