Vignette Valencia was a social media celebrity and designer that was recently hired to promote a local wrestling gym. "I want those over there and I need those new outfits ready, asap!" She was at work ordering a bunch of people as they were moving a lot of items and Vignette was walking around with a digital notebook in one hand and her phone in the other, checking her social media.
"Miss Valencia," One of the training coaches called to her, "They're ready for you."
Vignette smile and follow the coach to a door. And this door lead to a room wrestling ring inside and on it are a couple of people dress as wrestlers. Three of them were male wrestlers and the other two were ladies. One of the male wrestlers entered the ring and approached her. "I hope we are the one you looking for?" The male wrestler pointed at himself and the four others in the ring. The male wrestler in front of her had an average buff body with short brunette hair, wearing light blue trunks and boots. Then, Vignette turned her attention to the other four in the ring.The other male wrestler was more buff than the first with a dark skin color and wearing a black singlet. The next was the female wrestler whose figure was similar to Vignette but with more muscle, also she had long blonde hair, she was wearing a blue two piece stylish outfit and white boots. The second girl with had short red hair and look similar to the other female wrestler but she was short and slim, she is wearing a red open chest hole leotard with black boots. The last one was a male wrestler who had long blonde hair too but was not as buff as the other two male wrestlers and was wearing black trunks and boots.
Vignette smiled at what she was seeing, "Yes, this is perfect." The rest of the group smiled at her statement except the long blonde hair wrestler who just scoffed at her. Then, she enters the ring and approaches the two female wrestlers, "You guys are just the models to help promote this gym. Especially you two and your cute outfits."
The red-haired wrestler blush at Vignette's compliment. "Thank you Miss Valencia. I am really looking forward to working with you."
Vignette smiled but then the long blonde hair wrestler pushed her away. "Hey, what in the world are you doing!" He shouted, glared angrily at her.
The first male wrestler helped Vignette up and glared back at the long hair wrestler. "Job! What the hell?! Why did you do that?" He questioned him as the rest of the wrestlers glared at him, angrily.
The long hair wrestler continued to stare at Vignette and said. "This woman had no right to step in the ring! It belongs to real wrestlers, not idiots like her!" He pointed.
"I know how you feel but that gives you no right to treat people!" He told him, "And she's trying to help our gym get new faces, so don't cause her any trouble!" The long-haired wrestler scoffed and turned away. Then, the male wrestler turned his attention to Vignette. "I'm really sorry about Job Star. He’s a really proud wrestler."
Vignette looks annoyed but rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I just do my job and get out of his hair."
"Thank you." The male wrestler thanks her for her understanded.
The two female wrestlers look at each other's and turn to Vignette. "Hey Vignette, we had a request. We want you to promote the gym with us as a wrestler!"
"What!?" The three wrestlers and Vignette all said in unison.
"Yeah, we thought we could get more people if we had someone famous like Vignette in a cute wrestler outfit." The red hair wrestler explains. Then, she turns to Vignette. "What do you say, want in?" She asked her.
While Vignette was pondering this decision, a huge laugh came from Job Star. "Are you kidding me!? Like anyone could see that fragile princess as a wrestler." Job mock Vignette.
Everyone including Vignette were shocked by Job's words. "Job, Why would you say that?" the brunet hair male wrestler asked.
"Well is it obvious," he said, arrogant. "Someone like her, who spends her time on her phone, is too weak to be a wrestler."
As he said that, Vignette's face went from a look of annoyance to a look of rage. "Enough! Job Star, you've gone too far, apologize to her!" The blonde-haired female wrestler warms him.
"What? I just stated facts. She wouldn't last two seconds in any holds, she wouldn't even be good enough to be a jobber." He continues to mock her.
The other wrestlers were getting angry with him. "Job! You... " Before the brunette hair male wrestler could finish.
"Okay, then prove it." Vignette spooks up and the group turns toward her. "Let's have a one-on-one match. If you can make me submit, then you be proven right." She offers, coldly.
"What?!" The other four wrestlers shouted in unison.
"Are you serious? You really want to have a real wrestling match against a pro like me?" Job questions her.
"I promised not to press charges if I get hurt. But in return, if I can make you feel like quitting, instead of saying "I give up," or tapping, you have to apologize to me." Vignette make her demand.
"Vignette please, you don't have to play Job's stupid game." The red hair female wrestler pleads to her.
"Job, enough is enough!" The brunette hair male wrestler grabs his shoulder, "you're not seriously going through with this crazy stunt?"
But Job just brushed him off and glared at Vignette. "Fine by me," He answers in a mocking tone. "Let's rock." He said with a smirk.
Later on, The ring was empty with only Job Star in it and doing some stretches waiting for Vignette to change into something to wrestle in. The other four wrestlers were outside the ring to watch the match. Then, a few of the trainees and coaches enter the room to see what is happening.
"Is it true what we heard, Job is going to have a practice match with Vignette Valencia?" One of the coaches asked them.
"I wish it wasn't but it's all true." The brunette male wrestler answered.
"Job, you jerk! If you seriously hurt Vignette I'll never forgive you!" The female blonde wrestler shouted at Job.
"Oh shut up, it's your fault for making that bimbo think she can take wrestling likely!" Job shot back and everyone gasped at his statement.
Then, the door opened and out of it was Vignette in a pink sports bra, navy blue shorts, pads and brown boots. Most of the guys and some of the girls stare at her as she walks toward the ring in awe. Then, she enters the ring and stares dagger at Job Star. "Well I have to admit, you pull off the look well. Too bad you're going to get destroyed in it." Job mockingly said.
"Let's just do this, already," Vignette responds coldly as Job and her take their positions. Then, Job charged straight toward Vignette but she slid down and tripped his legs, catching him in a leg sweep. He fell and hit the mat hard. Before he could get back up, Valencia got on top of him then turned and grabbed onto his legs putting him in a Boston Crab. She then squeezed him so tight that he was crying out in pain. "Aww, what's wrong? That's suren’t be too painful for a tough wrestler like you?" She asks, mockingly.
She kept at it and he was trying to break free but Vignette had a tight hold on him. She applied more pressure to the hold, making him almost cry from the pain. "Get off of me!" He screams out.
"Okay," Vignette said as she let go of his legs but still sat atop him. She then turns around and pulls him up by his head with his arms going over her knees performing a Camel Clutch. And this one is just as painful, making him scream. "What, I thought a pro like you can break from this?" Vignette mocks him again. But then, she leads close to his ear. "Wanna give up, boy?" She asked with a sinister smile and start to lick his ear, going so far as to push her tongue in. She then moves her left hand to his nipple and starts teasing it, making him shudder. "Just say, sorry."
"No way in hell, you B&@#$!" He shouted as he struggled to break free. But his words really made Vignette angry, she got off of him and he got up but struggled a bit before keeping his stand. "Ha, you got lucky so far. Now, it's time to show you what a real wrestler can do." He then charged towards Vignette, but she grabbed him at the last minute then lifted him up and dropped him to her knees, performing an Inverted Atomic Drop. The male wrestler struggled as he covered his cock and collapsed to the mat.
Vignette stood atop him and looked down at him with a menacing glare. "Still think I'm too weak to be a wrestler?" She questions, "Let me show you how wrong you are." She then wraps her legs around his own and traps him in a Figure-4 leg lock.
"AAAHHH!" Job let out a deathly howl of pain.
"Oh, this’s not good enough for you? Ok, how about this!?" She then lifts both their legs high up, turning the Figure-4 leg-lock hold into a Figure-8 leg-lock, making it worse. "Ha Ha Ha. Now, You ready to admit I'm in your league." Vignette questions him, and tightens the hold.
Job waved his arms around and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Stop! Stop!" He shouted.
"Said it!" She shot back.
But he shook his head. "No Way! I'll never lose to a bimbo like you." He stated, trying to resist the hold to no avail. He tried to move to the ropes but couldn't, Vignette noticed this and with a sinister smile, she crawled toward the ropes enough to help him get to there. He grabs onto them and Vignette lets go of Figure-8.
Vignette got up easily while the male wrestler stumbled to stand. She looks down at him, mocking him. "Oh look, the tough wrestler can't escape a hold or get to the ropes without a weak little girl." Then everyone around them including Vignette herself starts to laugh at him.
He clenches his fists in rage and starts to cry a bit, "Shut Up!" He screams and charges straight toward her but she then kicks him in the head.
Then she kicked his left side, then punched him on his right cheek, and punched him in the gut. Finally, she bends down and punches him in his crotches in a Low Blow Uppercut. He covers his lower half and stumbles away while moaning in pain. Vignette grabbed and wrapped her arms around his head then pulled him into her chest, and buried his face in her boobs. And started to knee him in the gut, she kept at it over and over until she let go of him. He collapses to the mat with bruises on his belly, then knees down toward him and asks. "Ready to say it?" He weakly shook his head in refusal, "Well, I still have more moves to make you submit." She replies with a sinister smile.
Vignette began her onslaught of moves. starting with a painful backbreaker by holding him up then slamming his back onto her knee and pulling down to add more pressure to it. "Just let me know when you're ready." She stated but using one of her arms to tease one of his nipples.
Then, She had both of his legs crossed in one hand and held onto his neck in the other. She flips him over with her knees on his back, doing a bow-and-arrow hold. And the move makes him moan in pain, "Oh, this is just the beginning." She told him. Then, she uses her leg to push his back further making the hold even more painful.
"St-stop it." He begs Vignette, crying.
"Not just yet," She then let go of him and made him fall to the mat face first. Then, She wraps his legs around her's in a leg lock and grabs both of his arms. Then, she rolled onto her back and did a Romero Special on him.
The move was extremely painful to him, his cries were matched by Vignette's laughs. "It Hurts!" He screams.
"Last chance! Say you're sorry and you can walk away with whatever dignity you have left." She warned him as she stretched out the hold.
"There's no way I'm losing to a bimbo like you!" He protests.
"Fine! Here's my next move!" Vignette then had him laid belly first onto her knee. Next, she pulled up his trunks showing his bare butt and then started to spank his butt. She kept on slapping his butt until it turned red and he yelped from each hit. "Oh, You like this move?" She asked with another spank but He just shook his head. "Really? Fine, I'll give you another."
The trainees and coaches look on in shock as Vignette sits up for her next move. She somehow got him on the back of her shoulders then grab his head and leg and start bending his back, using the Torture Rack. He starts to scream again and tries to resist the urge to tap. "Please... Stop," He begs.
"Not until you take back what you said!" She orders him but he still refuses and Vignette continues the torture. After a few more stretching, she finally stops and drops him to the mat, hard. He tries to crawl away but Vignette grabs his leg and flashes a devilish smile at him.
The wrestlers and trainers continue watching this in entertainment. "Man, I almost feel sorry for him." a wrestler said, barely holding back a laugh.
Next, she had him in some kind of Reverse Headscissors with his face being smothered by Vignette's backside and her standing on her hands, then she started shaking her ass on his face to further humiliate him.
She let him out and proceeded with her next attack. As soon as he gets up, Vignette bends down, grabs his legs, locks them and rolls him backward to the mat. She separates his legs in a split position, putting him in The Spladle Hold. And Vignette makes the move extra painful by stretching out his legs. As he was screaming from the pain, Vignette asked him again. "You’ve ready to say "I'm sorry", yet?"
"Not on your life," He continued to protest.
"Fine! You ask for it!" As she said that, she used her free hand to reach into his trunks and started groping his balls. Vignette continues to stroke his testicles and Job moans from each squeeze.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" Job yells out.
"Hey, Vignette. I think you're going a little bit too far." The female wrestler with red hair tries to call.
With whatever little strength he has left, Job uses it to break out of the Spladle Hold. But, Job was face down in exhaust. Vignette grabs his head and lifts it up, then she wraps her arms around his neck in a Sleeper Hold. She then puts her weight on him and starts squeezing his throat.
"Vignette, please stop!" He begged. But Vignette kept at it and made it tighter until Job's trunks got wet, he peeled himself. Seeing this, everyone from Vignette, trainees, and other wrestlers started laughing at him. Job was completely dominated and humiliated at this point, "Vignette," He said with a lowered head.
"Yes,"
"I'm sorry for everything, please let me go!" He said with tears. Vignette let go of the hold and Job collapsed to the ground, crying and covering his crotch in humiliation.
"Good boy," Vignette said as she left with the male wrestler sobbing on the mat.
A few weeks later, Vignette received a call from her phone. "Hello," She answers.
"Hey Miss Valencia, it's me." On the other side was the red-haired female wrestler. "I want to thank you again for the promotion you did for our gym. We've been getting new faces."
"Awe, I'm happy to hear that," Vignette said, but then her smile turned evil, "Oh, by the way. How's Job's doing?"
"Oh well, he has been training hard every day but only at night when nobody can see him. And he's been quiet ever since." The red hair answers.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, you really put the fear of God into him. Oh by the way, where did you learn how to wrestle like that?" She asked.
"Oh, I was in a wrestling club back in high school and my uncle used to be a pro." Vignette answer.
"Oh that makes sense. Well, I bet Job will think second before insulting anyone. Well bye." The red hair said.
"Bye," Vignette hung up the phone, "He He, That was really satisfying." She said to herself while licking her lips.
