Johanna Vogel vs. Vanessa York

Things went bad quickly. It was remarkable how fast the tone of the moment changed.

Vanessa had been busy on the floor, wallowing, hardly paying attention to Johanna. In truth, she could hardly register what was going on, her head spinning too much from the constantly depleted oxygen. She was also busy trying to suss out exactly where this had all gone wrong. Had she come on too strong? Should she have been more careful, worked Johanna more? Maybe tried to throw in some simple submission moves, something to wear out the German’s stamina?

Many questions. Few answers. Little time to consider.

She’d been so wrapped up in her own self-loathing that she’d lost track of Johanna, but that changed the moment her thighs came back into view. She had just enough to realize what was about to happen before it happened, as Johanna grabbed her by the head and yanked her in between those thighs, dragging her back into that hot, fleshy hell.

”No!” She groaned and flopped about, kicking her heels and thrumming her fists against Johanna’s legs, as the referee came over and tried to assist her. ”You...you won! Fuck! Let go!”

There it is. The kind of expression she was looking for. 

Locking her ankles behind her, Johanna claimed down her legs around the tall Scot's neck, immediately going full power this time around and not wasting any time easing Vanessa in. The trained muscle started to show underneath the skin and it bulged to show how strong those legs really are. Way more than enough to block airflow, but she wasn't one to use what's necessary. Not this time of course. 

Johanna didn't respond, only with a sinister glint in her eye as she kept up the pressure, the referee not helping matters but what was he going to do. Nobody was prying those legs off Vanessa but Johanna herself. And unfortunately for the supposed Red Queen, she had to rely on the mercy of the German. Yet she wouldn't find none. 

Not when Johanna had her trapped and looking on with glee. There was always something satisfying seeing someone struggle like that, the state of panic, making them as red like Vanessa's hair, hands desperately trying to break free but would be to no avail. A lovely expression. It's like a work of art.

And she knew the best way to capture it. 

Bringing her phone up again from betwixt her breasts, the brunette brought it up, switched to the camera app and this time, brought it towards Vanessa's face, starting to record it all. Every precious second of Vanessa's pained facial features. "Come on now, smile for the camera!"

This wasn’t like the last time Johanna put her scissorhold in, and the difference was not lost on Vanessa. The earlier one had been bad, but it had at least been something she could survive through. Maybe it was just the positioning that sapped away power from the hold, or maybe she was just applying her full power now and not holding back. Either way, those legs clamped down on her with excruciating force, shutting her windpipe tight and leaving her to thrash between them.

She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t fight, and her distress only grew when she saw the camera in front of her face and realized what this meant. Johanna wasn’t just torturing her, she was immortalizing it, putting it on the internet for all to see. A public humiliation.

She shook her head and tried to slap the camera away, but they were feeble attempts and growing feebler by the second. The lack of oxygen was starting to take its toll, leaving her winded and bringing spots to her eyes. She’d been unconscious enough time to know when it was coming on, to know the symptoms, and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop them.

The world was growing quiet and dark. Her struggles went to nothing. The last thing she saw was Johanna’s demonic face, right before the lights went out completely…

Out. Limp and lifeless, her struggles petered out to nothing in Johanna’s merciless grip.

Johanna made sure she was getting all of this. She didn't have to worry about the recording being interrupted due to a full memory. Not that she had to worry about that in this day and age. Technology had definitely progressed over the years, hasn't it?

No, her focus was all on Vanessa and even when being in a vice grip, she still had a photogenic face. Or as much as one could have, lack of oxygen does get the cheeks red...as well as the rest of her face. 

"Mmmm...yesss, you're looking lovely. Absolutely lovely."

Not a shred of remorse came from the brunette. This was excellent and she got swept into the moment as she waited for the moment when she would finally go to sleep. A lot of signs were there. The redhead's protests began to weaken and weaken, gradually those slaps and attempts to knock the camera away had the power of a gnat. Feeble and feeble. Weaker and weaker. And then...

Nothing. 

The German looking well pleased and would stop the recording, the pressure around her neck would be released shortly after. Despite both Vanessa and the referee doing their best to ruin that shot, it was still good. Better quality than those found on Worldstar. 

More scattered boos grew here and there, the rest weren't all too pleased by her actions and the horny fellows got their fill of seeing a woman pass out by another woman's thighs and wishing they were in them. Though if Vanessa could attest, that wouldn't be the best idea in their life. She let the redhead flop to the mat once more, only this time letting her sleep in the middle of the ring, knowing she was fully and truly humiliated. Getting up on her two feet, the ref shoved her away so that he could tend to the unconscious old woman. Whatever, Hanna did what she needed to do. As the German left the ring, leaving them there and walking up the ramp, she didn't care. Johanna got a win.

And that's all that matters.