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

[Treky]

Tokie was devastated again by Lex who had no intention of letting him go and continue to have fun with the poor body of the boy, first of all he took him to the center of the ring and placed his foot on his chest showing the entire audience his large and toned muscles that were even more evident given the sweat and the strong lights of the ring

The woman after having reaffirmed her domination threw herself on the boy preparing him for what would happen shortly, as she said she would trap him in her web, like spiders did with their small and defenseless prey

But in that case it was something much worse in fact Lex began to twist the boy's body thanks to the use of his legs he quickly blocked the boy and began to pull Tokie's body towards him making him moan in pain

L-let me go!

The poor boy said with a groan but the woman had just started and continued to use the poor body of the boy blocking him even more starting to try the air, the boy then began to breathe with difficulty, the hold was devastating and there were no ways out, Lex was showing his power again and when the gap between the two wrestlers was wide

Probably whoever had organized that match was ready to see the boy devastated by someone who was absolutely not up to his reach, an announced defeat that however given the rules would have forced Lex to go heavy with the boy perhaps reaching his own limits and breaking those of the boy

The poor boy continued to moan and try to free himself but it was all useless, probably if the hold had lasted a little longer the boy would have fainted due to the great deprivation of air

[LawHell]

Lex grinned wickedly as she kept the Spider's Web locked in, her body taut with power as she continued to rock back and forth, her hold never loosening. She could feel him struggling beneath her, each movement a desperate attempt to break free, but all it did was stretch his joints further, causing fresh pops and cracks to echo through the ring, She waited patiently, savoring his suffering. Her body was drenched in sweat, every muscle flexing with power as she leaned back just a bit more, tightening the pressure on his spine, his shoulder, and his neck. She could feel the resistance in his body slowly fading—his struggles growing weaker as she pushed him closer to the edge.

"I’m going to make sure you never forget this," she whispered to him, the malice in her voice sharp and cruel. Her gaze never left him, her eyes cold as she worked the hold. She could tell he was getting close to passing out, and she wasn’t going to release him until he was completely knocked out, fully aware of the toll she had taken on him, As his body grew limp and his breath more shallow, Lex let out a soft chuckle. She wasn’t done playing yet. She would be the one to decide when he was truly finished.

Finally, when she felt his body go still enough, she let go of the hold, releasing him from her web. She stood over him, her body gleaming with sweat, muscles flexing with each step she took, She leaned down, grabbing his ankle with one hand, and pulled him roughly to the center of the ring, his limp body dragging behind her. The crowd's noise was deafening, but Lex only had eyes for her victim.

With a cruel smile, she moved toward the turnbuckle. She climbed up the ropes with ease, her muscles rippling with power, and paused at the top, striking a dramatic pose as she basked in her dominance. The crowd’s cheers mixed with gasps of anticipation as she looked down at him, a glint of pure malice in her eyes, Without hesitation, she launched herself into the air, her body twisting in a graceful arc before her soles slammed down into his abs. The impact was brutal, causing his body to jerk upward with a painful groan, the force of her landing driving the air from his lungs. She didn’t step off of him, though. Instead, she placed her foot firmly on his face, pressing down with deliberate force.

Lex looked down at him with cold amusement, a twisted smile spreading across her face. "Oh, this is going to be a long night for you," she taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic glee, She stood there, her foot pressing against his face as he gasped for air, her laughter echoing through the arena. The night was just beginning for him, and Lex was only getting started.

[Treky]

Tokie remained locked in Lex's grip with no way out as the woman continued to swing and tighten her fearsome hold on the boy, trying to push him to his limit. The boy's joints were loud and seemed to be constantly on the verge of breaking. The boy beneath her tried to free himself, but this only increased the woman's pressure. Little by little, his sweat-soaked body was giving up full control to Lex, approaching the limit of his endurance. The poor boy would soon pass out from the intense pain.

"P-please..."

he whispered to the woman before letting go, closing his eyes, and passing out. The poor boy had been devastated by the woman, who had thus gotten what she wanted, but the night was still long. Given the special rules of the match, it didn't end with a simple KO, but rather, it only earned you a point, so Lex was encouraged to continue the boy's agony until she thought she was satisfied. Unfortunately for Tokie, Lex still had a lot to do and wanted the match like hell to release it. His own opponent

“…”

The knocked-out boy was carried to the corner of the ring. The woman rose to the top amidst the applause and gasps of the crowd, curious to see what would happen next. Lex was a lethal war machine, unpredictable, and surely wouldn't stop or have mercy on Tokie. The girl leaped forward, landing on the boy's hips with both feet, pushing hard, making the boy jump in pain and bring his eyes back open. The poor boy, however, was on the ground, crawling toward the ropes, trying to catch his breath, but Lex had other things on his mind.

“No...no...”

He gasped as Lex came closer to him again, firmly planting her foot on the poor boy's face, and she announced, amused, that it was only the beginning and that it would be a long and painful night for the boy, who had no way out of the woman ready to devastate him like never before. The previous hold alone had been devastating, and only she could know what she would do. The crowd he was very curious and excited

[LawHell]

Lex grinned, getting off Tokie and hauling him to his feet before guiding him toward the center of the ring. She planted a hand on her hip, savoring the sight of how worn-down he already was.

“Tell me, little boy… you think you can still handle this mama? Because I don’t think you can. Haha. I’m going to turn you into such a mess by the time I’m done. Now come at me—I’m starting to get bored…”

She kept taunting him, wanting him to rush her wild and reckless. Part of her was genuinely curious to see what he’d try if she gave him the chance. She had dozens of holds and moves running through her mind, but the real question was whether she’d get the opening she wanted—or if he’d somehow manage to land a hit on her first.

The fans watched closely, enjoying what looked like a one-sided match. Many wondered whether the boy would even manage a single strike, and what it would cost him if he did. Some in the crowd knew Lex well enough to guess what she might be plotting based on her past matches, but for now all they could do was wait and see how Tokie would respond.

[Treky]

Tokie swayed slightly as Lex pinned his wrist. The pain in his tendon made him wince, a strangled groan escaping his lips. He tried to regain his balance, but his legs were shaking.

"Tch..." he gasped, trying to pull his arm back even though he knew he had no strength left.

He looked up at her, sweating, his chest heaving in ragged breaths. Despite everything, he didn't look away.

"If... if you think I'm stopping..." he muttered breathlessly, "you're sorely mistaken..."

With a slow, tired, almost desperate jerk, he tried to use his free hand: not a real punch, more of a clumsy jab, an attempt to hit Lex in the side or at least force her to let go.

The movement was weak, unbalanced, but there was still a spark of defiance.

Tokie faltered again, nearly falling forward against her as he attempted to land that clumsy blow.