The Battle of the Disrespected: Amber Skye vs Vanessa I. Price (Apex)

[Dubski]

One powerbomb came and went, rocking VIP to her core, and then another followed, rocking that rocked core even further. She was completely rattled at this point, her head spinning entirely. A comeuppance from Amber for Vanessa's treatment of her that seemed entirely fair to everyone but Vanessa herself. As she stared up Amber, wincing and only half-there. A slap came, cracking the side of her face hard, making her go wide-eyed and gasping as her head turned, stunned and shocked from the sudden impact of it all as her cheek was already turning red. Amber began to insult her fashion company--or rather, her family's fashion company. Something she was at least very proud of. And if her head wasn't swimming in pain and emotions, it may have hit her much harder. Instead, Price's top was torn. Buttons flying off every which way as Skye continued to rip and tear at it, taking whatever part of it she could as she shredded it. VIP's limp body flopped around as she tore at it.

And eventually, Vanessa I. Price was in a shredded top, a sports bra, and a short tie, looking far less fashionable now to say the least. Even less so as a part of her top was being shoved into her mouth, forcing VIP to flop back. The wailing fists would resume as her head rocked back and forth, arms going up to try to meekly protect herself as the referee got loud. She did hesitate at least--giving Amber Skye a bit more time before intervening. It seemed like a fair trade off given how much Vanessa had pushed the boundaries of the rules during this match. She would, however, demand a break from Vanessa, starting to count Skye out with the threat of disqualification. And Vanessa remained trying to block the brunt of the blows she could, her head taking severe abuse from it as a result.

[Taskmaster12]

The violent reaction from the humiliation VIP put her through seemed to concern the ref who was originally lenient about it. She didn’t mind seeing VIP get beat up and the crowd was on Amber’s side watching her beat her up. What called for intervention was the continued use of clothes fists from Amber that VIP was trying her best to protect herself from while her mouth was full of her tattered clothes. She started by counting down as a warning and the count continued until she realized that Amber wasn’t actually going to stop. Amber was still punching and she gave no reaction to the count. VIP was taking more punches and the ref began to worry that it was going too far. Even if she disqualified her she feared Amber wouldn’t stop and as much as she knew VIP deserved it she was still supposed to be impartial to both of them. She couldn’t sit by and watch Amber intentionally hurt another star because she was angry and leaped Amber to put her arms around the blonde and pull her off. Warning her once again about the risk of what she was doing and what she was throwing away to get a few more punches. “STAY OUT OF MY WAY!” Amber pushed her away. So hard she almost flew out of the ring landing on her back on the other side and looking up at Amber with complete surprise. She never expected Amber to do that. “YOU’RE NOT STEPPING IN FOR HER! YOU’RE JOB NOW IS TO CALL THE MATCH WHEN IM READY TO END IT!” No one knew what to think anymore. All order had been lost in this match now that even the once fully supported Amber had decided to do everything the way she wanted too instead of how she was supposed to. She was heading back to VIP and it looked like it would get ugly if she got back on top of her again.

[Dubski]

VIP's head was battered to and fro by these hard blows. Her head felt swollen from it, her air supply was cut off from the fabric inside her mouth, and she was more than anything becoming more and more worried by her opponent's brutality right now. It was a feeling that she usually instilled in her opponents, and yet she was on the other end. And she hated it. The irony was the last thing in her mind though, as suddenly Amber's ire and attention was off of her and Vanessa wasn't quite sure why. The crowd went from being in a frenzy to being utterly silent though, as if they were in shock.

Price took the opportunity to haphazardly push herself off the mat, throwing down the clothes that were in her mouth. The rest of her mouth tasted like iron, and she wouldn't notice, but the part of her top that was torn off was drenched in blood. She stumbled and staggered until she found the ropes, practically collapsing on them. It was then that she noticed her mouth was dripping blood. The inside of her mouth cut, praying that she hadn't lost a tooth in that onslaught as she spit a wad of blood out of her mouth onto the outside, in what might have been the least flattering thing she'd ever done.

Hanging her head over the ropes, she groaned. Vanessa's head was throbbing, having taken so many blows. She felt uneasy to even stand, let alone do much of anything else. She needed to be away from Amber though--she didn't want to take any more of those punches. She was convinced that she couldn't. She turned to look at Amber, still leaning back against the ropes. She held out an arm and said between panting, "Stop..." It was the best she had currently. Thinking of anything else hurt. At this point, Price just wanted Skye to not hit her again, looking legitimately worried as her opponent approached her.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber had everyone around her scared. The ref for safety and VIP for her life. The moment she was free VIP was pulling the clothes out of her mouth and get away from Amber. She only managed to make it to the ropes and check herself when Amber was marching towards her ready to hurt her again. She knew she was in trouble and choked out a plea that had no meaning to Amber. She didn’t care about turning things around or making VIP go through all the same things. She just grabbed the arm she held out and pulled her up by it. She brought her up to be slapped by her other hand and then lifted up so she was on her shoulders. “I knew you were a coward. Everyone talks big when they’re winning! You wasted your chance trying to prove that you’re big and bad! I won’t waste a second doing anything but winning!” Amber would step far enough away from the ropes and would fall forward to hit her with a Green Bay plunge. After she’s rolled through and was back up she would jump back and spin in the air so she would drop down and send her knees down on VIP!

[Dubski]

Vanessa's plea had fallen on deaf ears as she had her arm grabbed and was smacked in the face with the other, dropping the fashionista to her knees as she groaned out loud. She reached out for Amber's leg with her free hand, trying to steady herself, only for the cheerleader to take care of all of that for her. She was brought up onto her feet, and further to the shoulders of her blonde adversary. Letting out a whine of protest, VIP would attempt to break away, but Skye kept a firm hold on her, keeping her from escaping.

And then she was squashed with the Rolling Fireman's Carry, planting her deep into the mat with Amber's weight on her body! And then, it continued with a backflip knee drop, slamming into her abs hard. Holding her midsection, she gasped loudly, taking loud, whooping breaths. She was wide-eyed, body shaking from the pain as she frantically did her best to try rolling towards the corner. She was quickly taking a beat down, and not one she felt particular good about as her chances of winning were dwindling. All the time spent on humiliation, and Amber was spending her time on just kicking her ass. It was clear who was making the most of it now.

She managed to crawl her way towards the corner though, hooking an arm on the bottom rope as she stayed face-first into the mat, trying to catch her breath again, shuddering as she did so. At this moment, survival was now outweighing the hate she held for Amber Skye then and now. She needed to figure out something, or else she'd threaten losing this most important match. And to a cheerleader no less.

[Taskmaster12]

The ref was back up and watching Amber who coldly dropped VIP and then dropped her knee dropped on top of her to crush the shivering fashionista. The way she was gasping and breathing made her concerned at how far Amber would take this thing even if she claimed she was focused on winning. VIP moved up to grab the ropes despite her pain and Amber grabbed her legs and pulled on them. She wanted VIP off those ropes despite the ref counting at her again. “You can’t keep running outside when I surprise you Vanessa! The only way you can win is to beat me in this ring! Now stop holding those ropes and get over here!” Amber kept pulling until the ref’s count went to three and then instead Amber would step in and press her heel on the back of VIP’s head to push her head to the mat. She forced her head down and grabbed the ropes to squeeze her head. The ref started to warn Amber and started to step in and force another break up before Amber let go and backed up while looking at the ref. “What did I tell you? Keep to yourself until I’m ready to finish this match!”

[Dubski]

Vanessa had managed to get herself to the ropes, trying to get as close to that corner as she could. Amber was speaking at her, but she wasn't listening. She needed to survive right now, and the cheerleader was making that intensely difficult. Her throbbing head now a rather uncomfortable foot rest for her opponent, VIP cried out in pain as Skye was squashing her skull under her boot, kicking her feet as she held onto that bottom rope. She closed her eyes tight. The pressure was unbearable. She was so incredibly pain-stricken and unsure how long she could last without passing out or something worse.

But then suddenly that pressure was lifted and she gasped, shuddering and her eyes shot open in a panic. Her head was still in so much pain right now, but she had managed to turn to look at Amber. The referee had gotten her away from her, thankfully, and Skye was arguing with her. If it weren't for the agony in her skull now, Price might have found that quite strange, questioning why this girl of all people was arguing with the official. She couldn't do that though. She knew she needed to act. She couldn't let Amber come at her again.

So in a wild act, she staggered up, swiping for Amber's top and then immediately threw her body back. She pulled tight, looking to send Skye colliding towards one of the turnbuckle pads in the corner. She needed Amber Skye stunned, unable to touch her now. She couldn't hold off any longer. It was a desperate move, but one that needed to succeed, no exception. If Vanessa could do that, she had a chance to get back into this match.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber did not want to waste time arguing. She was close to squashing VIP and claiming her Apex victory that it was making her antsy every moment she wasn’t getting closer to that goal and this was not helping her make progress. She almost pushed the ref out of the way again and only refrained because the ref warned her another outburst like that could cost her the match. She did finally shove past her and grab Vanessa’s head right when VIP grabbed her top. Amber was going slow and confident she had control while VIP was quick and desperate to avoid Amber. VIP’s desperation won and pulled Amber was yanked down and forced to collide with the corner post with her head. A small crack and a loud shriek followed Amber falling backwards after the collision knocked her down. She felt like it tweaked her nose and she felt something crawling down her face. Blood? Where did she get hit? Amber felt a moment of pain and confusion but also anger. Not at VIP but at the ref for telling her to stop. If she was allowed to pummel her like she wanted VIP would be finished.

[Dubski]

VIP had sent Amber falling square into the corner. By her fortune, Amber went between the turnbuckle pads, instead cracking her head on the hard corner post behind her. Panting, Vanessa could only say crumpled in the corner, head resting on one of the ropes as she glared daggers at Amber. She was bleeding now too. Good. She deserved all of that and then some. And spitting again off to the side, more red dripped out of her mouth as she practically shook, becoming enraged all over again now that she had a break. How could someone do this to her? Put her in this position? Amber Skye would pay. That was the only thing that mattered now.

With a loud grunt of pain, her mind still swirled as she pushed herself out of the corner. Vanessa I. Price knew despite that pain and the dizzying feeling in her head, she had to act. Lumbering over to Amber, she didn't waste time with taunts, humiliation, or anything of the like. She instead grabbed hold of Amber by her head and ripped her to her feet, nearly falling over herself with the effort. She needed to stay upright. And she needed to take the cheerleader down with another big move. Spitefully, she offered a brief glare at her opponent before readying her.

She moved behind Amber and wrapped her arm around her in an inverted headlock. And then she would drop down to her knees suddenly, aiming to snap Amber against her back in an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker she called Unimportance, perhaps a misnamed maneuver given the sheer importance of the event she was involved in now. But she wanted to snap loads of pain on that neck and back now. Keep Amber slowed, unable to mount significant offense without pain. That's what she needed. Break her down. Screw any sense of superiority: it was time to get to work proper and tear this girl apart.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber’s hand traced her face to find the source of the blood. Like she feared her nose had been tweaked and the bleeding came from a cut at the top of it. That wasn’t good. It wasn’t the kind of bleeding that healed easy and the last thing she needed was problems with her face this close to VIP. Plus it would kill her ability to show and take pictures! Some wrestlers looked good with bandages on their faces not cheerleaders and not Amber. She rolled her to her stomach and leaned back to rest on her legs to get up without the use of her arms to protect her face. She worried about VIP attacking her face and once she got up she found that her concerns were for nothing. VIP grabbed her head and pulled it up without paying attention to her nose. She bent Amber backwards and held her in an inverted position where the two were back to back and brought herself down, taking Amber with her until VIP hit the mat and Amber’s back hit the protected VIP. Amber’s back was smacked and stretched over VIP, the blonde hollered in pain but still kept her hands by her face even when she rolled back over and off Vanessa to be on the floor again. It took everything not to cry again, no matter how much her back and face hurt she didn’t want to cry again. The fans shouldn’t see Amber Skye as a crybaby.