Johanna Vogel vs. Vanessa York

All Vanessa had to do was hold on. Ride this out. Johanna was putting her through the paces, but it was really just surface level stuff, trying to fuck with her and make a big show of it. It wasn’t lasting damage, wasn’t anything she couldn’t recover from. In a worst case scenario, it was making her dizzy, making her head light, but there was no way she was going to tap from any of them. She could get out, get back to her feet, and wreck this bitch.

That was what she kept telling herself, anyway. It was getting harder and harder to believe that, though, as Johanna’s foot rammed down her gullet.

She supposed it could’ve been worse, really. Johanna’s feet were fairly clean, all things considered, clearly taken good care of. They didn’t fit that poorly, she could breath enough to stay conscious. Those were small comforts, though, as the weight of the whole situation came down on her, and it kept getting worse.

With her arms seized, she was well and truly helpless, and she couldn’t figure out a single way out of this. Johanna didn’t seem to be getting tired of the humiliation, and she wasn’t giving her a chance to counterattack. The ropes were still too far away, and there wasn’t anything the referee could do, since none of this was even remotely illegal.

She was just screwed. Forced to endure this humiliation, forced to live through it, as the tears began to well up in her eyes. If only she could get free, if only...

True, none of this was really effective when it boils down to it. Aside from the fact that her mouth had to accommodate something bigger than a jawbreaker, this wasn't like the oxygen and light depriving facesit that Vanessa previously endured. This wasn't like the camel clutch that could have rendered the redhead into a pained submission. Both could damage at a physical level. But at a psychological level, however...

Johanna doubled her efforts to force-feed the older woman, pulling as hard as she could, flexing and spreading her black lacquered toes inside that it could scrape the root of her mouth. Shaking her around, letting this whole thing be etched in Vanessa's mind so that this is one thing she'll remember for a long, long time. It wasn't like she was going to get knocked out from this, Johanna wasn't looking for that. It was those tears that started to well up in her eyes. This is what she was looking for. The look of a once hardened warrior being brought down low like a bitch. The German wasn't here to give any sympathy, however. Not that Vanessa would even find it.

"Awww...Someone about to cry?" The European mockingly pouted as if she gave a single fuck about her plight. Her toes, that weren't inside her mouth, drummed along her collar bone. A light snicker would escape her throat and before the redhead knew it, Johanna slipped her foot outside of her mouth all before letting the saliva-covered sole smack her hard across the cheek like a bad little girl. "Oh grow up!" The brunette yelled out before planting that foot all over her face and roughly pushed her down to the mat. A cruel smirk etched on her lips, the young woman would sit up on her knees with either side of Vanessa before looking to stand up and tower over the woman.

Not so big now, huh?

Five minutes.

Five minutes ago, the two of them were fighting fairly even. Hell, it wouldn’t have been too much of an exaggeration to say that she was on the advantage, managing to beat back her younger opponent soundly. She had the reach, she had the experience, she was in control. She could’ve won.

But three hundred or so seconds made all the difference. Now, she was on her back breathing hard, gasping as Johanna’s foot came out of her mouth. Her heart was racing, blood pumping hard, and everything in her body was telling her to get up and fight. Her mind, however didn’t want to get with the program, as if it still needed time to process the spot she was in. Or like it just didn’t want.

Groaning, she rolled over to her chest and started to push her way up, doing her best to ignore Johanna’s taunts. ”This isn’t…” She spat to the side, trying to get the taste of this bitch’s foot out of her mouth. ”This isn’t over yet.”

Johanna, from the time that she brought the redhead down, seemed to be in the driver's seat, complete control with what has transpired. Five minutes seem to go by quickly but she was having fun. So much fun in fact. It was as this had been very easy for the brunette. But this made for a good showing and Hanna couldn't wait to share those pics to some lucky fans of hers...or maybe she'll keep them to herself, something to cherish and look back on. 

The German loomed over the redhead as she began to push up, not seeing that face of hers. Trying to hide those tears? Pathetic. But Vanessa would be right about one thing. And as Johanna stepped forward, getting to the point where her legs would be on either side of her head. 

"Ja. It isn't over."

And just at the last word, Johanna would attempt to lock her ankles together, Vanessa would no doubt get a good view of the toes that were in her mouth as she looks to lock in a standing headscissor.

Almost to the ropes, though Vanessa wasn’t sure what she would do when she got to them, exactly? Roll out of the ring? That wouldn’t work. There was no way she could trick Johanna into losing by countout, not in her current state, so that method was guaranteed to fail. Use the ropes for support to get back on her feet? That was a thought, but then what? Was she in a good position to box it out with this woman, now.

Space. It would create space. The referee would have to make Johanna back off, at least, and Vanessa could use all the time for recovery that she could get, both mental and physical.

So she crawled forward to her salvation, one arm after the other, getting closer and closer...until she could.

The pressure around her head took her by surprise, and for a horrifying second, Vanessa thought Johanna was using some kind of weapon to choke her. It took her a moment to realize that, no, that wasn’t the case, not at all - she was being choked out by this woman’s thighs, crushing her skull. Desperation returned, and she started to kick up a storm, smacking the sides of Johanna’s sculpted thigh, squirming this way and that, looking for even the slightest release. ”Stop! Stop, please, stop!”

With legs like hers, the crowd had figured that it was a matter of time until a hold like this would show up. They saw the kind of legs Johanna have been blessed with, sculpted through years and years of training. And those very legs are about to crush the head of Vanessa like a vice. 


A standing headscissor may not be considered as powerful as it's more grounded variations, say the reverse, but make no mistake, it's dangerous all the same.  Especially with Hanna"s thighs involved. Vanessa would experience this as she suddenly thrashed about, kicking up a storm and her thighs being smacked by the redhead's fists, the smooth, toned legs now showing that muscle underneath it. Crushing muscle. Skull crushing potential muscle. 


And the German looked dominant as she stood, balancing even with her crossed ankles and a struggling Vanessa underneath. She brushed back her brunette locks, arrogantly checking her nails while she kept up the power. And unlike the grounded version, it took a lot to maintenance just for it to be remotely effective. But Johanna's gymnastics trained body was up to the task.


"You want me to stop?" The German sneered down, folding her upper body forward enough to hopefully grab at the fists that has caused nothing but trouble so she could raise them up in her grasp. "Then submit!"

Vanessa couldn’t imagine how this looked from the outside, but she knew how it looked from her vantage point, and it was far from appealed. It wasn’t simply the mountains of muscles that her head was stuck in a vice grip with, either. That hurt, yes, but it was the sort of pain that she had learned to take and ignore as a boxer. The kind that always faded.

No, what made this worse was the helplessness. In a boxing match, Vanessa could always rest secure in the knowledge that any pain she dished out could be thrown back at her opponents, that she could give as good as she got. Here, it was like she was trapped in a stockade. Any attempt at fighting back was rendered useless, her arms couldn’t do anything to pull the legs apart, and then they could do less than nothing Johanna was seized them and pulled them away. There was no escape, and unlike before, it wasn’t just a humiliating move, but a devastating one.

Bones were cracking. Teeth were grinding. Muscles were being stretched to their limit. This torture cut into her, and all she could was close her eyes and scream at the pain, hoping it would pass if she waited long enough.

But it didn’t Johanna just kept hammering away, kept squeezing, and it was all too clear that one thing and one thing alone would get her to stop. As much as it pained Vanessa to give it to her, there weren’t any other options.

”I submit, I submit!” She squealed and kicked her legs. ”Please, just stop!”

The thing is with this one, Johanna had a lot to work to do in order to maintain it. The balancing, on top of riding out Vanessa's protests and panicked struggling like she was riding a mechanical bull as well as keeping that kind of pressure that could crush bone were things that Johanna had to keep in mind, juggling all of them while walking on a top rope. To a newbie, it could be tough to pull it off. But for someone as naturally gifted and talented like Hanna, the result would look spectacular. 

Johanna was certainly doing a good job too, looking effortless while her opponent remained trapped between the marble pillars that are her thighs. It was a spectacle. A sight to behold. And that is why the standing headscissor has its unique appeal. Not the most powerful but if you want to showcase dominance and look good doing it then this is the go to. 

Once she got Vanessa's hands captured, all that Johanna had to do was wait. Either until the older woman had to submit, pass out or Johanna grew tired. Though Johanna liked her chances that the third option wouldn't happen. Vanessa was tough, especially if her fists were anything to go by, but was she that tough to withstand this amount of pressure? 

Well, when Vanessa finally submitted, apparently not. 

The bell would ring and the referee would come to Johanna for her to break the hold. While she didn't reply straight away, a final lengthy squeeze would be given to the redhead, Johanna would comply, simply stepping away from her and letting her drop. And with her hands raised, Johanna would take her first victory. And in her first match too. Wunderbar.

She turned to face Vanessa's before squatting down, on the balls of her feet, just a few inches away from her head. "Well look at you now. And I didn't even break a sweat with you. How pathetic."

The bell rang, the crowd cheered, the match was over, and Vanessa was overcome with...relief? She wasn’t sure if that was the right word for what she was feeling right now. It certainly wasn’t a pleasant sensation, as the realization and weight of what had just occurred settled over her like a blanket. She’d just been beaten, which would’ve been bad enough on its lonesome - this was supposed to be her comeback match. The redebut. Something that would set the tone for the rest of her career.

Instead, it had been the most humiliating, mollifying experience of her life, in or outside the ring. Battered, broken, humiliated in record time, by a snotty brat.

She flopped to the mat, gasping for air after Johanna took her sweet time releasing her from the hold. Her skull ached something fierce - aspirin would be in her future. That, and a long, hot bath. For the moment, though, all she could do was wallow on the floor, breathing heavy, just glad that this was all over.

Only it wasn’t. Not yet. Johanna just had to rub it in a little more, get in one last dig, and Vanessa had to suffer through it. She just stared at the canvas, her red hair draped over her features like a mask. ”Just...just shut up and go.”

Johanna at least knew how long to hold on, just to rub it in before the referee would get pissy with the German for not complying. She would eventually, just a little bit for those punches of hers. But this felt good. Johanna was no short of confidence and the belief that she can handle this matchup remained confirmed. She had won. Not many rookies or newbies would have gotten a win in their first match, which would have been good - but to have a win like this? In her first match? It had no doubt made the fans to expect more from this fresh face.

For Johanna, it had been the most dominant, gratifying experience of her life, in or out of the ring. And she did all of that in record time too against this old hag.

The brunette would eventually let go and Vanessa flopped down to the mat. She hoped the cameramen had gotten a good view of her arm being raised. The sting from Johanna's fists wasn't as bad now than before. And no black eye too. All went very well, all things considered. Making sure to get another dig in whilst Vanessa laid down, her hair covering her face as if it was a red coloured mop. Though Hanna could hear her. And it sounded like Vanessa wished to be done with it. That since the bell had rung, that would be the end of her suffering. Her humiliation at the hands of the younger girl.

But Johanna had other plans.

"Sure, sure. I will..." The German would say as she lowered herself so that she would be sitting on her firm buttocks, all the while her legs would spread, her heels just about sneaking over the redhead's arms so that she doesn't suspect anything else going on. The brunette doesn't want the surprise being spoiled after all. Making sure to get the timing of it all.

Right until she would grab the red locks of the older woman just to yank it up, her thighs closing in just as fast and clamping shut around her feeble neck like a gator snapping its jaws on its prey!