VIP vs. Leonie Bowen - NHB "I Quit" Match

[Dubski]

VIP was already furious so early in the match, her smack stinging the redhead as she scowled at her. She grit her teeth when this runt had the audacity to talk back to her. "All I've got? You don't even know--" Price's eyes went wide when she was hit with the slap, her head jerking to the side from the impact. The utter disrespect was impossible to Vanessa as she swung her head back to glare at Leonie. "How fucking dare y--GRK!"

Vanessa held her throat as she fell back, coughing and sputtering from the surprising punch. Vanessa was never a specialty striker or brawler of any kind, but never had she been punched in the throat before. Stunned and struggling to even comprehend what this absolute gnat had done to her, she couldn't even vocalize her contempt for Leonie at the moment, seemingly trying to struggle for breath right now.

[FreestylePoet]

She stood up and walked beside Vanessa, bending over with her hands on her knees. Seeing Vanessa struggle for breath like this, up close and personal, was probably in her top five moments in LAW. A giggle was barely suppressed as she started to taunt her foe. "Aww, what's the matter? 'Mewling infant' got your tongue?" By the sound of it, the fans shared her amusement with the situation.

Standing up straight for a moment, Leonie moved behind the well-dressed woman and reached down once more. "I think I got something that can make it feel a little better!" Her muscular arms wrapped around VIP's waist, and with a grunt of exertion, she lifted the fashionista into the air! She leaned back for a moment, teetering as she let Vanessa take in the view from way up here.

"You'll have to let me know what you think!" With that, she swung VIP down for a face-first version of a powerbomb!

[Dubski]

A glare was the best that VIP could muster at Leonir's taunting before she coughed again. Not able to get her wind yet, which meant she couldn't get her strength, Vanessa was unable to do much when she was hoisted up.

And then, in a moment later, Price's entire body was sent down in a face-first powerbomb, making the fashionista's face pop up, then back down onto the mat as she let out a growling groan of pain from the high impact maneuver. Slapping the mat in pain with one hand while her other hand rubbed her aching face, Vanessa's thoughts were currently scrambled, but any and all of them had negative things to think about Bowen right now as she struggled to even push herself off the mat.

[FreestylePoet]

With a mighty heave, Leonie slammed her opponent face-first into the canvas! She released her grip on Vanessa, chuckling a bit at her messy attempts to catch her bearings. Leonie dusted off her long-roughed hands, only briefly lamenting the fact that Vanessa probably had nary a callous on her own palms. "Welp," she observed, "that looked like it hurt."

Not that she had any sympathy, of course. In fact, she decided that she quite liked the sound of Vanessa's pain and frustration. And when Leonie liked something, she worked as hard as she could to get it.

Leonie plopped herself down in the center of Vanessa's back, attempting to corral their arms. She sought to replicate VIP's earlier double chicken wing with one of her own powerful arms, praying that her hours in the fields would pay off. If successful, she'd bend back. That motion might have approximated something close to a camel clutch, though hardly as effective as a real one. But Leonie would quickly supply the rest of the leverage! She reached around VIP's body and yanked the patrician's tie around, hoping to choke her with it while she bent her in two!

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price was growing more and more furious at this redheaded little tramp, not even sure where she was while she was on the ropes, groaning loudly in annoyance and pain. Eventually, Price was able to push herself to her hands and knees, hanging her head. "When I get my hands on you..." started VIP, aiming to threaten Leonie until her arms were snatched, pulling her back as she was bent.

"Gaaaaah! You release me at onc--Nnnnn!" yelled out Vanessa as she was being stretched, trying to break her arms free to no success. It wasn't until Leonie had reached around to grab at her tie that her situation became more dire, however. Price choked, gasping as her small tie was being used to choke her now, sputtering, and struggling, and attempting to draw air.

Her savior would end up coming in the form of the referee, who quickly admonished Leonie, starting a five count for the illegal choke to get Bowen to release it, and it couldn't come soon enough for VIP, who was struggling in the painful hold.

[FreestylePoet]

"What's that?" Leonie spat into her rich foe's ear. "I couldn't hear you, I think there's something in the way...?" She giggled as she tugged once more on the tie. Just a little bit more, and she'd garrote this prissy little bitch straight to hell...

At least, until the referee decided to get involved. "Oh, c'mon!" she complained. "'No Holds Barred!' I know this is technically a weapon, but... She wore it!" Seeing that the match official wasn't changing her mind, Leonie waited until the last possible moment to release the hold. Her other arm released Vanessa's forearms, and both curled to her front.

It was time to see just how far this chick's comfort zone went. If Vanessa hated her before, then she was really gonna worm her way into the rich bitch's head now. Leonie delivered a rough squeeze to Vanessa's chest with both palms! "Ooh, this shirt feels nice and soft. Expensive too. Wonder what'll happen if I..." Suddenly, she slipped her fingers into the placket of Vanessa's fine shirt and tugged it apart! If VIP couldn't stop her, buttons would no doubt go flying as whatever she wore underneath was exposed! "Oops."

[Dubski]

Vanessa struggled in the hold, gasping and grunting until finally she was released entirely, tie and all, and fell forward, taking labored breaths. "You..." she mustered out, face filled with anger as she buried her face in the mat, trying to deal with the pain before she was rolled over onto her back.

Then, Leonie had grabbed her chest with both hands and she tilted her head back, sucking in a deep breath. "You common whore!" yelled VIP. She would grab at her arms then, but still didn't have the strength to do much after that choke. Then, Leonie grabbed hold of her dress shirt, fitted for wrestling in, and it tore right part, buttons popping as her sports bra-covered chest was revealed.

Price looked livid, eyes alit with anger. Of all of the degenerate, pathetic things that this ginger worm could have done, trying to embarrass her and disrobe her was among them. She wasn't humiliated by her chest being exposed, but more angry by the act of it--by Leonie's disrespect. And that was something that she wouldn't stand. Looking utterly furious, she would simply perform a strike she normally wouldn't do otherwise, preferring a more dignified offense. She pulled her fist back, and she threw it directly for Leonie's nose. "You pathetic lech!" she would cry as she threw the punch, hoping it was enough to give her some breathing room.

[FreestylePoet]

For a moment, Leonie regretted tearing Vanessa's silken shirt in two. If only because it really did feel really soft and nice and expensive. But then she heard how much it seemed to piss Vanessa off, and all was right in the world again. Every enraged grunt was like a new fall harvest. Besides, the crowd seemed to like it a lot -- mostly because Ms. Price actually had a pretty nice rack hidden beneath all that decadent attire.

"Aw, what's wrong?" Her hand returned to their spots hovering over Vanessa's breasts. "These're nice. You don't have anything to be ashamed oOOOF!" Her fondling and taunting was interrupted by a swift punch to the nose! Like a freshman whose chair was pulled from beneath her, Leonie lost her perch. She tumbled down onto the canvas, covering her nose and screwing her eyes tight.

"Gaah!" She cried at her slightly-less-well-dressed-now foe. "You bidch!" Her objections were plugged by her wounded nose, but VIP got the point, hopefully.

[Dubski]

Vanessa's punch had blasted Leonie right in her rightfully smug face. Rarely did VIP ever actually punch someone. She was above such moves, typically. But it took a lot for her to actually decide to do so. She shook her hand as she barred her teeth, growling. "Grrr... You truly think I would let you get away with trying to embarrass me!? ME!?" screamed Price, sitting up, seemingly uncaring that her shirt was ripped open, her sports bra covered top with the tie draped over it seemingly fine for her still. It was the principle of it.

"You will learn your place, you miserable brat," snarled the angry fashionista, instead of going with anything technical, she would instead attempt to pounce on Bowen and try to grab her by the neck and stay laying forearm after forearm directly towards her face in frustrated fury. she wanted to hurt Leonie now, throwing away all technical talent in favor of making Leonie pay in the simplest of ways.

[FreestylePoet]

Leonie skittered away, more out of reflex than any genuine fear. In fact, underneath the clutch of Leonie's nose, Vanessa would be able to see a cheeky, puerile smile. She could tell that VIP was losing her cool, which only made the Lioness more eager to get her paws on her. After all, what better way to conduct class warfare than in the ring? Especially with a girl that hadn't ever faced anything harder than a hangnail.

Even as VIP clambered atop her, even as she started to ground and pound away, Leonie's composure never broke. Still, she needed to protect herself. One powerful farmer's arm rose to protect her face, while the other moved to attempt to pry VIP's hand off her throat. Half an attempt to cover up, and half an attempt to escape. Each distracted from the other, diminishing her guard. Some blows glanced off of Leonie's muscular forearm, while some struck true. Similarly, though she was strong, Leonie couldn't quite muster all the strength that she otherwise would have used to tear Price's hand away.

No matter how many blows she took, though, that smile never faltered. Because every slam was a testament to the fat cat's anger -- so she'd take every single one. "Is that-" WHAM! "All you-" WHAM! "Can do?"