Vanessa I. Price vs. Angelina Tarrant - Torture Rack Match (Apex Qualifier)

[Dubski]

That well placed boot went right down the side of Angelina's entire head. She focused on pain more than the sudden concussive force, and the cry from Tarrant made it very clear to Vanessa that she had successfully gotten the most out of it. But that damned mouth of the redhead just infuriated VIP further as she ripped at her hair even more, pulling her head back further. "You will eat those words, you childish, untalented--Wha!?"

Suddenly, she felt her leg being swept out from under her. Price landed hard on her back in surprise and winced with a groan. "You...!" she shouted, immediately scrambling to try tackling that impudent Angelina down to the mat in a rage! She was growing tired of her little games and her attitude, and she vowed she would shut this girl up once and for all.

[Monsy]

At least it wasn’t her good side. Chick can bite when she wants to. Colour her a fan, hell, attracted even if she didn’t talk so prissy missy all the time. Hair pull was the least to worry about. After catching one across her face. This might as well be welcomed. Just meant she needed to hold her eyes closed tight. Swing that leg out. Hope for the best.

Got her clean as day. It would’ve been better to scramble off. But, nah. She needed to get on top of this bitch. It just turned out when she sat up, VIP was even hungrier to bite back, tackled her shit flat. “OOF--!” A bigger woman was hard to stop. All that twenty five pounds or so VIP got on her flattened her down instantly. But, she reached over for a grip on one of those pigtails. Then with her second hand, make a hammerfist and try pounding on their ear with the happiest smile joy can muster.

[Dubski]

VIP had tackled Angelina down in a rage, ready to absolutely tear into her now. However, as would happen often with Vanessa, her anger getting the better of her would lead to her guard being dropped. In how much she wanted to just rip the tongue from that mouthy redhead, she had kept herself in a position for Tarrant to try fighting back at her. With her hair being yanked once again, Price let out a yelp. And then, she started shouting in pain. "OW! AH! GAH!" screamed Price as her ear was being wailed on. No finesse there, just clubbing blows directly to the side of her head.

The fashionista tried to pull away at first to no avail. Tarrant wanted to make sure that VIP wasn't able to get free now that she had her. She knew that if she kept taking those shots though, she would be in trouble. Each shot rattled her, and Price went back to a reliable maneuver, slashing her nails directly at Angelina's eyes to try getting her to let her go. She knew she needed to get free ASAP before she could potentially be knocked out.

[Monsy]

Fun thing about knocking on the ear. Feels of vertigo and a marvelous dizziness. Hurt like a cunt too. I mean, who liked getting their eardrum clapped? She should’ve gone for both ear-drums. But, this was JUST as dandy. Until-- “AAAGGGH--- HAAAGH!!” Right onto the naked eyes. It burnt. Putting your dry hand on an element burn. Her eyelids snapped shut. They watered and were bound to go bloodshot in seconds to come. Both hands gripped onto her face, and she used her feet to put onto VIP’s hips as a springboard to roll away.

She rolls back onto her knees, scratching obsessively on her forehead as her palms dig in. One foot comes down, her good one, and she scales up to her feet, hobbling and growling like some wounded animal until she peeked between her fingers. Her eyes were barely opened. Tears leaked at the corners. She was breathy, but peeking through her bloodshot hues just enough to take a run at VIP, tuck her shoulder in and try to spear the bitch off her feet.

[Dubski]

VIP's wild raking of Angelina's eyes did precisely what she wanted them to, feeling her hair being released. She was then shoved away by her opponent's boots and that was just fine to Price while she held her hurt ear, gritting her teeth as she groaned. "You barbaric... Grrr..." muttered the fashionista, shaking her head to try to clear it, planting one hand behind her on the mat. She saw Tarrant's struggling with her momentary blindness, which brought her some solace, and then turned, pushing up off the mat while she continued to shake her head clear. Those damn hammer fists hurt and kept her from feeling steady on her feet.

Staggering herself while Tarrant was on the opposite end of the ring, VIP bent over with another loud groan, patting her hurt ear and starting to turn to go and give Angelina another bout of pain. She didn't know what exactly, but Price swore she would bring a massive amount of pain to her. However, the moment Vanessa turned around, she was nearly cut in half with a spear from Angelina, sending her planted into the mat. Her legs curled up as she gasped out loud, and then her arms found her midsection, holding it in pain as she coughed and wheezed. That spear caught her entirely by surprise and she didn't even have a chance to think of all of the terrible things she'd do for revenge now--all she could focus on was trying to breathe.

[Monsy]

HEY! They got a pretty smooth tum-tum.
Fit her shoulda’ quite nicely. The landing can use some work -- same with how she used her collar. Always got a bit of pinch when she speared. Probably because she always jumped at the last moment, threw all her weight. Kind of had to with her size. I mean, look at that! Here she was, on her hands and knees, looking at a downed fashion princess with a grin and crying eyes that looked more like red-veined milky pool cue balls than purple gems.

“Ya barbaric Doctah! Ahahaha, Doctah Tarrant! Ya very own dentist!”

Angelina huffed, pushing on VIP to get back down on the mat, move over and straddle their speared stomach. Even if VIP’s hands were there. Who cares? HER hands took to cupping VIP’s jaw. Well, one.

“All that pish-posh shit talk gotcha a fat ass uglay cavity. ‘Fraid we’ll have to pull, so, puckah up.”

Her fist pulled back, overhead like a drawn up hammer.

“And eat my fuckin’ fist.”

And like the hammer, came down, trying to punch the gal right on the mouth. Gotta wonder the price on a VIP tooth. That shit is REAL gold.

[Dubski]

Cringing, Vanessa I. Price was just trying to catch her breath, the ceaseless prattle of Angelina not helping with any of that. How much she wanted to tear out the tongue of that miserable redheaded goon at this point. Price would have vocalized it if she could, but she felt the weight of her opponent on her midsection now. She glared up at Tarrant, barring her teeth as her face was being grabbed, jerking her head from side to side as she spoke her nonsense. Nonsense. That's all this girl was.

She wriggled and moved underneath Angelina, trying to break free as she made her threats, grunting all the while. She would then attempt to raise her hands swatting for the fist before it headed to her. She could only do so much to lull the trajectory though, and she let out a sharp gasp before being slugged in the mouth. An errant hand had managed to at least stunt the momentum of the fist enough to keep Tarrant from potentially knocking out that tooth, but it hurt tremendously all the same. She was sure she'd have a swollen lip as she kept her eyes closed, mouth agape in pain as she groaned loudly from the blow.

[Monsy]

Step right up, STEP RIGHT UP -- To your new favourite attraction, ‘PUNCH the BITCH!’ Knock a tooth out, keep it. Put it on your shelf. Here we had the first eager contestant, swinging for all she’s worth and delivering a slightly rerouted fist! She heard that clap. Angelina dog whistled. “Phew..” Her knuckles didn’t like it as much, all red and bruisy. She kissed her knuckles, sitting up on VIP’s gut.

“No tooth, but that felt AWESOME! Oh ya. I’m really feelin’ it now. How’s the mouth?”

Angelina took her hands and put them over VIP’s throat. She clutched it, then tightened up her strangle with weight going onto her shoulders, hovering over with this increasingly growing grin. Lets see how they quip back under this. Best case scenario they go out fast, she can take a tooth and sling her up on the rack. Worst case, she gets to watch them squirm. It suited them after being such a dick. It just needed one more thing, where she turned her head to point her ear at them.

“Eh? What’s that, dorkstick? SPEAK. Up. I can't hear ya ovah' the sound of lil' bitch.”

[Dubski]

Vanessa was struggling from the punch, trying to gain her wits about her. But then she felt the hands around her neck now. This absolute brute. This sociopath. This miserable brat who just doesn't know her place. How dare she? VIP gasped, clutching at Tarrant's hands, kicking her legs as she writhed and tried to break free, gagging and wincing. She could feel the air leaving her. She knew that no referee would help herself yet. Her thrashing became more prevalent as she felt herself losing breath more, not able to muster a retort to those words of this deplorable brat.

Price would then feel her way up Angelina's arms, scratching at them before she got to Tarrant's face, gripping it briefly and gasping, closing her eyes tight. Then, she would grab hold of both sides of the redhead's face before pressing her thumbs towards the already attacked eyes of Angelina. Any sort of sympathy had gone away for Angelina. If she had a problem with her targeting her eyes before, she'd target them more. Hurt her more. She wasn't about to be choked out by some common brat!

[Monsy]

“Holy shit. HAHA. Ya sound like a pig rollin’ in mud.”

First gag is just a beauty. Had that reflex buried down there, didn’t she? Just had to squeeze it out some and POP. She got herself a peek at that O-face, the kind of look that she’d hold up beside a tomato to check its ripeness. Oh, ya. Seems like our girl had a thing for clawing at her fishnet arms. Turn squares into stretched trapezoids and diamonds. Didn’t much bother until she got towards the face. Her head squirmed, left and right. Up and down. She more looked up by the time she got hold. Angelina already had her full weight on VIP’s throat, leaning onto her knees while the pocket between her thumb and index pushed down. Then, her eyes.

“NYEEEGGH!! AAA-!!!” She screeched like a wounded banshee. Her eyeballs felt ballooned. She can feel the orbital bone by fingered. Its this deep swelling in her head. Stinging. Angelina’s eyelids couldn’t quite shut on the thumbs either. Her breath turned panty real quick. Her hands came off, went to one wrist. “H-Haagghhh… a-agghhh…” To see it nearly resorted to crying instantly was an understatement. She still might. But instead of jumping off, she shifted to sit by VIP’s shoulder, leaning away to isolate one of VIP’s hands and arm. Then bite their thumb -- with all her teeth. She threw herself back after that, trying to put her legs over VIP’s chest for an armbar. Eyes -- puffy and blurred. Yet growling like a dog.