L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Vanessa I. Price was absolutely done with this giantess she had been fighting. Completely done with her strength, her games, all of it. As soon as she slammed her against the edge of that torture rack, she had paused. It took a lot of strength from her to throw that much bigger girl on there and she didn't know she could keep muscling her around at all.

And as soon as Vanessa was about to make another threat and grab Sasha by the hair, she suddenly felt the back kick from Sasha hit directly above her pelvis, shooting her stumbling and staggering back, holding her midsection in pain, groaning. "You... intolerable... giant... idiot!" spar VIP.

She struggled against the ropes, not immediately charging back at Mellows, knowing the girl could just put power her again. She needed to play it safer and smarter now if she wanted to beat her, annoyingly.

Sasha was dazed, confused and topless. Her embarrassment burning in her cheeks as she struggled to get her feet back under her and stable. But when she heard VIP coming she did the first thing that came to mind and kicked behind her! Having no idea if her strike would even work or not. It was only when she felt her foot meet something soft that she left out the breath that she had been holding.

Now with room to breath, Sasha took a bit of time to finally recover before standing fully upright. One of her arms attempting to cover her bare chest to little to no avail. Flashes continued to go off around her as the hungry crowd took in her half naked form. Once again Sasha could feel her cheeks burning as the embarrassment washed over her. But there was another feeling that accompanied it.

Anger.

Turning her head where the Hawaiian heard her opponent muttering. Sasha would let out a low growl as she glared at her smaller opponent. ”Grrr. You’re going to pay for that!” She shouted as she would suddenly charge towards her with the intent of crushing her between the corner and her massive body!

Vanessa's eyes went wide as she watched the naked blonde in front of her coming at her. Looking highly skeptical, her mouth knit tight before she said in a more cautious tone. "Now you just..." Then Sasha charged at her. She had angered Mellows enough it seemed like she truly was ready to seriously hurt her now. Price had awakened a sleeping giant, perhaps literally, and she wasn't quite prepared for how to deal with it.

Searching for an out, the fashionista tried to make a move too late and was then smashed into the corner! VIP yelled out in pain when she got crushed entirely, her whole body feeling the impact. And then she staggered forward a few paces before promptly flopping onto the mat, groaning in pain as she tried to catch her breath from the devastating attack. She wasn't prepared to be on the defensive again after having finally gotten control back, so she knew she needed to wrest control from this abhorrent giantess sooner than later once she could breathe again.

Vanessa had poked the bear one too many times and now she was going to be facing the consequences as Sasha charged towards her. Her massive size hiding the great speed she actually has as she ran down the smaller fashionista and crushed her in the corner. After doing so, Sasha would step away and watch as her opponent took a few stumbling steps out of the corner before flopping onto the canvas.

But Sasha wasn’t finished, so after taking a short breath through her nose. The blonde would bend down and grab her opponent by her hair and pull her to her feet. But only so she could tuck her between her legs and bend down to wrap her arms around her waist. Then with a mighty heave, the blonde powerlifter would roll Vanessa onto her shoulders in preparation for a devastating powerbomb!

Hands palming the mat hard as she struggled to push herself up, Vanessa I. Price was suddenly grabbed by her hair and pulled up. Wincing, she put a hand on Sasha's bare chest, trying to push away. "You... you release me--" she started before the wicked fashionista had her head shoved between Sasha's mighty legs. And then, she was hoisted right back up, eyes wide with panic by the impressive strength from Mellows. Pawing at the air briefly, she could see where Sasha was trying to aim her towards: The torture rack.

If she was thrown on there, VIP knew that would be it. Mustering her strength now, Price thought quick and knew her position opened Sasha up for one more trick she had up her sleeve. She drove her elbow into Sasha's head once before sliding her leg off of Sasha's shoulder before she moved her leg around Sasha's one arm, grasped onto the giantess' arm for leverage, then locked both legs in a modified triangle choke as she fell back, her entire weight pulling back on Sasha and the hold in a modified VIS as she dangled over the torture rack now.

Vanessa was a decently sized girl. Not very tall and certainly not very heavy. Yet compared to the size and strength of Sasha, the blonde fashionista weighed like a pillow as the Hawaiian rolled her up her body and onto her shoulders. Preparing to slam the arrogant bitch down onto the rack she so adored and breaking her over it! Then she would finally tie her to it and get this stupid match over with.

At least… that was the plan.

But then Sasha felt an elbow collide with the top of her head, stunning her just enough for her opponent to make her move. Next thing Sasha knew, her arm was grabbed and her opponent tightened her legs around her throat! Trapping her in a modified triangle choke that caused a choked gasp to leave Sasha’s lips. Stumbling forward, instead of slamming Vanessa against the rack, she instead fell against it. Unintentionally giving the fashionista more leverage to choke the Hawaiian out!

Vanessa I. Price was desperately locking in her VIS submission on tight, trying to choke out her titanic opponent. Gritting her teeth, she glared at her until finally she felt her back hit the back of the rack. It hurt a bit, but she knew she couldn't let go. She had leverage now against Sasha, and she had to take her down immediately. Releasing her one leg and adjusting the hold to lock it in entirely, she would pepper kicks against Sasha's head. "You overgrown whelp! This ends now!"

Then, with a yell of exertion, Vanessa locked in the hold yet again, pulling on her arm hard as she leaned back, trying her very best to try choking her out as she had her draped over the torture rack, just wanting to get her unconscious enough to lock her in the contraption and end the damn match.

Sasha was ready to finish this match once and for all. And it seems that the same could be said for Vanessa as well, for just as the Hawaiian was about to send the fashionista down onto the rack! She was suddenly taking an elbow to the head and feeling her thighs constrict her neck! Sasha would try to shove the smaller blonde off, but her opponent refused to let go and soon enough had enough leverage to squeeze even tighter.

”Mmph! Mmmm!” She screamed from between VIP’s thighs as she tried to pry her off. Only for every second to pass, her struggles beginning to slow. No thanks in part to the constant kicks to her head and the ever tightening of her opponents legs. But eventually, Sasha’s struggles would cease as her strength drained away. Whether or not she was fully unconscious remained to be seen.

With a prominent scowl, VIP let out a frustrated groan of annoyance as she yanked the VIS in tight for just a little longer. Then, Vanessa would release the hold, breathing heavily as she laid back, just allowing her a chance to catch her breath. The move had taken a lot out of her to make sure she would get Sasha compliant enough, and now she was ready to try putting an end to this match.

Grabbing hold of both of Sasha's arms, she would then yank the taller girl up the length of the torture rack as she rolled her over onto her back. "You damn oaf!" exclaimed Vanessa, shackling the first wrist to the torture rack. Then, she would go around and shackle on the second wrist. "I'm almost... done with your nonsense!" Vanessa Price would then walk around to the feet of Mellows before moving to shackle the Hawaiian's legs to the match, ready to finish this match off once and for all!

Sasha tried to resist for as long as she could, to try and push Vanessa off before it was too late. But the smaller blonde had too much leverage, and soon enough the Hawaiians energy began to fade until she was just barely conscious. Only then did she numbly feel VIP’s legs release their hold from her neck. Too weak to do anything, Sasha felt her body rolled back into position.

Then came the muffled sounds of her arms and legs being locked into the rack. When she finally came to, she would try to sit up, only to fully realize just how trapped she was as she futilely pulled on her restraints with no success! ”Wha-No! No!” She shouted as she kept trying to escape, knowing full well that her opponent planned on getting revenge for her earlier resistance.