VIP vs Grace Kenning - LAW Apex Qualifer

[Fairy Dragon]

The double knees to her chest emptied Vanessa's lungs, opening her to the combo of attacks Grace had planned for her. Targeting her belly with shoulder tackles and knees she worked Vanessa until she was breathless and worn out, the only reason she was still standing was because she leaned on Grace for support and Grace wrapped her arms around Vanessa to keep her from falling down. She wasn't done making her life hell in this corner yet.

"I think you need to sit down." Grace said bringing her arms low and lifting Vanessa up and onto the top rope. Once she was seated Grace would move up to the second rope and grab her, pulling her arm up over her head and holding her shoulder. Once she was secure enough she would lift VIP in the air and fall back for a superplex down onto the mat.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price hated being in this position--and it normally wasn't one she was in. And it was certainly not one she couldn't escape from as she struggled in that corner, reaching out to attempt pushing Grace away from her. This girl was a battering ram, just pummeling her until she couldn't handle much more. She had been in worse spots before though, but this one was worrisome, especially since it seemed like Kenning had no give and no care for any damage she'd take. It was fair, in all honesty, even if VIP would never recognize it.

But soon Price was lifted up onto the top rope, making her look a bit surprised and panicked! But before she could do anything, Grace was already on the second rope and outpowering her to hook her up. And then, Vanessa was sent up and over, landing hard on the mat from the superplex. "Awwwwww........ Nnnnnnnnnh...!" cried out the fashionista, arching her back as she briefly sat up from the impact before collapsing over onto her side, letting out a long whine of pain as she grit her teeth. That move had taken a lot out of her, and she wasn't quite sure what to do at the moment, not that she could do much.

[Fairy Dragon]

Grace had the haughty Vanessa struggling to stand, but still trying to fight Grace off even as she was. Nothing stopped her from being placed into position for the superplex and brought down by the bigger and stronger Grace. Grace hit the mat at nearly the same time VIP did but without someone throwing her down and from a lower height than Grace, Vanessa was subjected to a long and painful fall. The painful whine was slightly pleasant for Grace after the trash talking VIP had done to this point, and would only get better once she had won the match.

Grace rolled back to her feet and went right on Vanessa again, knowing that she was close to victory if she kept hitting her this hard. She wouldn't let Vanessa have a moment of rest and pull her up by her arm and head. Pulling her arm behind her head and then pulling her head back Grace would knee Vanessa's back. "I'm not cruel like you, but I understand karma and you deserve every bit of what you're getting." Grace said coldly to VIP before she would throw a fist into her belly.

[Dubski]

Vanessa was pulled up before she had anything she could do about it. She wanted to resist and break away from her current taller tormentor, but her body just wouldn't allow right now. A knee to the back sent her arching. "Ah...!" she cried in pain, Price cringing as she was being hit and taunted by Kenning. She hated that. She hated the helpless feeling.

A punch came to her belly shortly after, making VIP's body drop down as much as Kenning's hold on her would allow her as she went limp, covering her stomach as she gasped. The punch was hard, rippling through the rest of her midsection and sucking the air out of her. This helpless feeling was something she loathed. Any perceived comeuppance was so far away in her mind, despite Grace pointing it out. It was this feeling of another woman having asserted dominance over her that drove her mad in between thoughts of the agony she was in. Vanessa would have to make a change, and soon, if she wanted to survive in this match.

[Fairy Dragon]

With an arm lock and a knee digging into her back, the punch to the belly made Vanessa go limp again unable to handle Grace hitting her so many times with no pause in her actions. It felt good to give this stuck up princess her just desserts, she could only imagine the torture she had put so many decent people through just because she thought they were inferior to her. That kind of cruelty could only go so far before it had to be stopped, Grace didn't enjoy doing it all the time and she never went as far as they would in doing so, yet the rush she got when such people were struggling to stand in her arms was very addicting.

"I guess I can let you get off your feet for a little bit, it must be a little hard for you to stand right now." Grace said pulling on her arm a little to make sure she didn't go down. Once she was high enough Grace would grab between her legs and hoist her off the mat and in her arms again. Placing her so that she was facing forward on her shoulder, Grace would bring her close to the nearest turnbuckle and throw her up enough that whens he fell she would land face first into it before coming up behind her and grabbing her from behind to throw down into a German suplex.

[Dubski]

Soon, Vanessa would be forced to stand even more, struggling harshly to even resist anything at this point as she was little more than a ragdoll to Grace's impressive combat. "Screw... you...!" spat Price angrily between gasps. The response she received was being lifted effortlessly again. She wriggled over top of Grace, trying to pry her way out of it, but her trip was shortly lived.

She was thrown up and her face smashed on the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. The rest of VIP's body simply collapsed against the corner upon impact, slumped into it. This was only for a moment, as Kenning came back behind her and then heaved her up and back over her head. And Price landed in a German Suplex. Her body smashed on her neck and shoulders as it rolled until she was kneeling, head lolling once before she promptly collapsed forward onto her front, utterly dazed from this one-two shot of maneuvers.

[Fairy Dragon]

Despite Grace having dominated VIP for the last few minutes, her tongue wasn't as battered as the rest of her and every time she could talk she still found a way to insult her. At first it just seemed like ego but now Grace was amused, from the way she was it felt like someone in denial or just trying to cope with how bad things were going for her. Grace would let it persist, Vanessa could talk all she wanted when she was trapped in her prison.

She didn't wait long to go after the rolling figure who had collapsed from the German, grabbing her up by the head and trying to bring her back up to her feet. Once she was on her feet she would start to back her up and bring her close to the Torture rack before she would try to throw her at it, tossing her around again while she was still scrambled.

[Dubski]

VIP was having a miserable time, and Grace wasn't about to let up at all it seemed. After flopping onto her front from that vicious German Suplex, she was once again at Kenning's mercy, with her opponent casually dismantling her slowly but surely. She just laid there, wondering if there was a way to put it to an end, but it wouldn't be right now. Grace Kenning had grabbed her and drug her towards the Torture Rack. And then, she was thrown directly against it, making Price cry out. "Gaaaahn...!" She nearly collapsed again, but threw her arm onto the side of the metallic torture rack, her palm keeping her from promptly falling over right there as she groaned in pain.

Vanessa didn't know what would happen next, but she knew she was close enough to the torture rack that it could be one or two big moves before she could lose. Shaking her head, VIP winced heavily as her body trembled. She needed to act. She's been in worse spots before. And all it took was Kenning coming up to her again. And the moment that Grace did, Price would spring with a second wind and grab her by the head, slamming the powerhouse girl's head right off the metal surface of the torture rack! Vanessa nearly toppled onto the rack again before springing back up, snarling. "You...!" was all she uttered as she grabbed Grace's head again and began smashing it repeatedly off the rack.

Over and over and over again, bashing Kenning's skull and face off the torture rack until her muscles gave out, just doing whatever she could to get Grace Kenning to stop her all out assault on her!

[Fairy Dragon]

She had thrown Vanessa in so many ways she was was almost impressed at how she was still trying to get up from each of them, even being thrown into the rack she was still trying to find her way up even though it was taking it's toll on her. Soon she wouldn't be able to stand and Grace intended to make sure she was aware and helpless when she was finally locked on it and forced to endure a fraction of what she was used to giving others. She leaned down to grab her and pull her off the rack again when Vanessa suddenly leaped up and grabbed her, pulling her back with a desperate tug that surprised her and sent her body forward and her head running into the rack she just threw Vanessa in.

"Auggh! Aaggh! Aggghh! Aaaagghh!" Grace screamed, when her head was smashed into the rack, and slammed into it again by a desperate quick thinking Vanessa. The rack was unforgiving and Grace's head didn't even bend it, which meant all that momentum was going right to Grace's head and neck. The effects of this were felt throughout her entire body with her back going stiff while her limbs went shaky and soft and soon Grace fell to her knees while falling to catch herself with her arms causing her to lean on the rack as her arms weakly held onto it and her head laid on the side of it as she let out a low moan.

[Dubski]

Vanessa I. Price seemed possessed as she began to smash Grace's head repeatedly into that torture rack--she just had a desire to overcome her taller opponent in whatever way she could, and this was it. Eventually, her strength let out and she then released Kenning and slipped down, resting beside her with her back against the torture rack, letting out loud, panting breaths for air as her body shook. The adrenaline was starting to run off again and the pain came rushing back. And that pain just served to make Price even more furious. It was a reminder of what Grace had put her through, even if Grace wasn't even in a position to do much about it.

After taking a few more moments to recover, Price was glaring down at her opponent, her lips turning into a snarl. "Did you think that was funny!? Did you think it was noble you oversized imbecile!?" shrieked Vanessa as she grabbed hold of Grace's hair and pulled her head back, giving her three slaps directly to her face. "You... will... pay for that...!" said Price through gritted teeth.

She would then grab hold of both of Kenning's arms and simply cross them directly over her opponent's neck. Then, she would abruptly drop back and attempt to lock her into a modified straight jacket hold where she would try to plant both of her knees into Grace's back to push on her as she tried to pull back tight on the hold. VIP had only one idea in mind right now: Grace Kenning's suffering. And this would be a way she could make that happen right now.