Tokie Fronderbarg Vs Lex "Hellbound" Jones - Iron Mixed

[LawHell]

Lex continued to work Tokie over, methodically twisting and pulling on his arms, straining his joints while maintaining complete control. She seemed to delight in his helpless state, but as boredom began to creep in, her wicked grin returned. Raising her foot high, she delivered an even harder, merciless stomp to his crotch. The impact was brutal, and she pulled on his arms simultaneously, bending them to the brink of breaking. Yet she stopped just short—she didn’t want to ruin her toy just yet.

With a final sadistic chuckle, she released him, standing up and stepping off him with deliberate flair. Grabbing him by the ankles, she dragged his limp body out from the ropes and toward the center of the ring. Once there, she paused, planting her foot on his chest as she flexed her powerful, tattooed arms and struck a pose. Sweat glistened on her muscular frame as she soaked in the cheers and taunts from the crowd, relishing their energy.

Lex stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched Tokie intently. She didn’t make another move—she wanted to see what he would do now, given the faint chance to recover.

[Treky]

Tokie was yanked even more bringing the boy's joints close to the limit, the poor boy could not oppose the woman who continued to malevolently devastate the boy while raising her foot again to brutally strike the boy's genitals making him moan with force, raising her arms simultaneously amplifying the boy's pain

After that she let the boy be letting him fall heavily to the ground, poor Tokie was exhausted, while the girl carried him to the center of the ring, leaving him there helpless, while she looked at him and posed showing her muscles demonstrating her superiority

The poor boy remained on the ground trying to breathe and catch his breath and at least try to reduce the damage caused by Lex

[LawHell]

Lex stood over her helpless opponent, a wicked grin spreading across her sweat-slicked face. Her tattooed, muscular frame glistened under the arena lights, each ripple of her physique a testament to her raw power. She cracked her knuckles, a slow, deliberate motion, savoring the anticipation. The crowd roared in a mixture of excitement and dread—those familiar with her brutal nature knew what was coming.

She bent down, grabbing him by the ankles with a firm, unrelenting grip. “Let’s make this interesting,” she sneered, dragging him toward the center of the ring like a predator pulling its prey. Every movement exuded dominance, her eyes gleaming with malice, Once she had him positioned where she wanted, Lex dropped to her knees beside him, flipping him roughly onto his stomach. “Time to tie you up like a good little fly in my web,” she teased, her voice dripping with venom. She placed her knees on either side of his legs, her powerful thighs pinning him down as she worked methodically to trap him.

First, she grabbed one of his legs and folded it back at an awkward angle, threading it between her own. The other leg soon followed, Lex’s thighs clamping down with a vise-like grip to lock both limbs into place. She shifted her weight slightly, her bare soles pressing into his calves to ensure his legs were completely immobilized.

“Nice and tight,” she purred, giving a cruel laugh as she looked down at her handiwork. “But we’re just getting started.” She reached forward and seized one of his arms, wrenching it into a hammerlock behind his back. The sudden movement sent a loud pop echoing through the ring as his shoulder strained against the unnatural angle. Lex didn’t stop there; she leaned in closer, her muscular arm snaking around his neck. She locked her forearm under his chin, cutting off his airflow with a suffocating chokehold.

The move was set, but Lex wasn’t content to simply hold him there—she wanted to make it hurt, She leaned back, pulling on his hammerlocked arm and arching his spine painfully. The combination of the leg lock, arm twist, and chokehold forced his body into a grotesque shape, every joint and muscle stretched to its limit. A sickening crack came from his lower back as Lex arched him further, her grin widening with satisfaction.

“Listen to that,” she mocked, her voice low and sadistic. “Music to my ears.” Once she had him fully secured in The Spider’s Web, Lex began to gently rock back and forth, her movements calculated to maximize his torment. Each shift of her weight sent new waves of pain through his body, the subtle motions causing his joints to crack and pop repeatedly.

She gave the hammerlocked arm a vicious tug, twisting his wrist at a sharper angle to elicit a fresh series of creaks from his elbow and shoulder. “Struggle all you want,” she taunted, her tone filled with mockery. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.”

Her free hand, no longer needed to maintain the hold, began to roam with cruel intent. She let her fingers trail down his side, digging her nails in just enough to leave red marks against his skin. Then, with a deliberate slowness, her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. Her grin grew darker as she toyed with him, adding a humiliating edge to the already excruciating hold.

Meanwhile, her body continued its relentless rocking motion, the gentle sway driving his joints to their breaking point. Another loud pop came from his lower back, followed by the grinding sound of cartilage straining against bone. Lex threw her head back and laughed, the sound cold and merciless. “You’re not going anywhere,” she hissed, leaning down to whisper into his ear. “I could keep you here all night if I wanted to.”

Her thighs flexed around his legs, squeezing his trapped limbs even tighter, amplifying the pressure as she stretched him further into the painful, punishing hold. The choking arm remained firm, tightening slightly—not enough to knock him out but just enough to leave him gasping for breath with every strained inhale, Lex, however, wasn’t satisfied with just maintaining the hold; she had other plans. The next shift was subtle, yet excruciating. With one hand firmly gripping his hammerlocked arm, she pulled it upward once more, her body twisting as she applied more torque to his shoulder. There was a sickening crack that echoed through the arena as his shoulder gave way under the pressure.

"Poor little thing," she sneered, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You’re completely at my mercy, and mercy isn’t really my thing." The crowd roared with excitement, the tension building, but Lex barely noticed the cheers. She was locked into the moment, the agonizing torture she was delivering—piece by piece. Her body glistened with sweat, tattoos flashing with each movement as she expertly adjusted the hold, keeping him trapped while making sure her next move was effortless.

With a small shift in her posture, Lex adjusted her body weight, keeping the pressure constant on his back and legs. By subtly leaning her weight forward, she freed her other arm from around his neck just enough to re-angle her grip. Now, with his neck still trapped in the chokehold, her newly freed hand slid down from his shoulder to his waistband. Her thighs continued to press his legs down, ensuring he couldn’t escape.

Lex didn’t rush—this was her moment to relish. With a sadistic grin, she ran her fingers along the waistband of his shorts, feeling the tightness of the hold still locking him in place. The constant rocking back and forth of her body ensured that every joint in his body continued to crack with each shift of pressure. Her free hand, now boldly slipping inside, sent a shockwave of discomfort through him as she kept him locked in the brutal Spider's Web, every move calculated to maximize his pain,"Hope you’re comfortable," she whispered with a mocking chuckle, her other hand still teasingly holding his wrist in place while she made her slow, deliberate movements. "Because I’m not letting you out until I’ve had my fun."

The Spider's Web

This hold is a combination of multiple small holds crated into one finisher, firstly Vanessa will get her opponent on to there gut allowing her to set their legs within hers looking them up tightly then she will simply place one of the opponent's arms into a hammerlock along wrap her arm around there throat cutting off air then she will simply pull on the opponent bending their spine and hold them there until they are out cold the danger with this hold is the more the opponent struggles the more dangerous it is to self-inflicted damage to themselves. Also, this hold can be modified at the drop of a hat making it very hard to counter. -
Artwork Credit - calvadosjapan