Silver Ace vs Valley Doll - Under Pressure

Valley took a huge, long gulp of air as soon as Haley finally let go of the hold. That whole entire experience had been titilating torture, fighting for every little wisp of air she could get the entire time and doing battle with the urge to give in and let the temptress have her way. She wasn't sure how long she'd been locked in the sleeper - three minute, five tops - but it felt like an hour, and she swore she could still feel the imprints of hardened muscle and bone on the skin of her neck.

She was out, but still not in the clear. The first thing on the agenda was to get out from between Haley's legs, a place she would never want to leave just about any other time. Valley shook her head to clear the cobwebs and reached down, snaking her hands around Haley's thighs. With a quick grunt from the burst of effort, she tried pull the scissorhold apart while it was weak and turn it into something a little more deadly.

She went into roll, flopping to her stomach and taking Haley's body along with her. From there she leaned back, held on tight, and went for a wrestling classic: the Boston Crab. It wouldn't knock her out, but it would work on the back and slow her down plenty.With things so tight, that could make all the difference...

Ace couldn't believe it. She had put her blood, sweat, and even seduction into this match, and Valley was resisting all of it. This woman was earning Ace's respect again, every single bit of it.

While Valley couldn't pull apart her scissor hold, she was able to roll the two of them over and, to Ace's horror, flip Ace into a Boston Crab, causing fire to lance through her back. Crying out in pain, Haley gripped her hair, trying to put up with the pain. The ropes wouldn't even help her, as without the threat of a disqualification, Valley would have no reason to let go.

Still, Ace pressed her arms on the mat, trying to drag herself closer to the ropes. If she she could make to the edge of the ring, maybe she could pull herself out or find some other possible escape.

One of the harder things with this match was the way she had to fight her instincts. In a normal match, Valley would be going for the submission by now, trying to pull Haley away from the ropes, and her body was still working with that goal in mind. It almost felt like physical effort was required to get her mind into the right frame of thinking. That was the trick to wrestling over other sports: you never quite know what you'll be doing for your next match.

Valley let Haley pull them to the edge of the ring, then leaned back and put at stop to the advance, pouring more of her weight into the hold. Just like before, she was using the submission to catch a little rest, and the Boston Crab was a great move for it. She'd probably release it in a few moments and go for something a little more dangerous, but for now she was content to just sit back and pile the damage on Haley.

And maybe rub against her cute butt a little bit, while she was at it. Couldn't hurt.

She reached the edge of the ring, gripping into the apron, with the hope that she could find a way to pull herself out of the ring and break the hold.

Then Valley sat, and stopped Ace in her tracks, leaving Ace fully trapped in the Boston Crab, hands scrambling around on the apron. In an ironic twist, while Ace had a couple submission wins under her belt, and had never tapped out to anything before, she was starting to really, really, hate submission holds.

With her back burning, Ace raised her head and bit the bottom rope, preventing herself from screaming in pain again. All she could do was outlast the hold, and maybe, just maybe, she could still pull a win out of this.

Haley was suffering through the hold, but she wouldn't have to endure for much longer. If Valley was a cruel, vindictive woman, she could have held this move all night. But the same could have been said for Haley at different points of the match, too. They were competitors, but that didn't mean they had to break each other in half.

Valley let go of the hold when she looked over her shoulder and saw Haley digging her teeth into the ropes, figuring that was a good sign she was at her limits. Standing up, she grabbed her by the ankles, flipped her over on her back, and pulled her to the center of the ring, ground zero for the best aerial manuevers. If there was ever a time to go for a high-risk move, it was right now.

Valley dashed towards the turnbuckle, ran up it step by step, and flipped off of it with a classic moonsault, coming down hard and crashing into Haley, stomach to stomach.

Finally the pressure on her back was let up, Haley letting out a deep sigh of relief. Her back still burned, and would for the rest of the week probably, but at least she was finally out of the hold.

Valley, to her credit, wasn't letting up, Ace finding herself in the middle of the ring, trying to sooth her back, before Valley's body, almost out of nowhere from Ace's perspective, smashed down onto her chest, Ace's body recoiling from the impact, rolling on her side, gasping and coughing, face pressed into the mat, blood running down her cheek and onto the mat. That one had hurt, leaving her defenseless for the moment.

As Valley flew, a little fact occurred to her: this was the first time she'd gone airborne in a long, long time. Her matches with Morrigan and Akashi had been so one-sided that she hadn't had the chance to really pull off anything too daring. She liked to build up to the wilder moves as the match progressed, but they'd both taken control and run away with so early that she'd barely gotten an opportunity to get any real offense in.

But this was different. She had the reigns now, and it was tempting to just bust out every move she'd wanted to use but hadn't had the chance to. Tempting...but the blood on Haley's face told her better. She needed a swift end.

Valley hit hard and rolled to her knees as Haley rolled to her side, coughing up a storm. She sighed and shuffled back towards the fallen champion, then grabbed her from behind and pulled her back to her feet. "It's almost over, Haley. Just a little while longer."

Valley jerked around, sent Haley running towards the ropes with the Irishi and got in position for the return trip. The moment she was in range, Valley jumped up with open legs towards her face, trying to catch her in a Frankensteiner and dropped her right on the skull.

Hearing it was almost over, Ace wasn't sure if she was happy or not to hear it. She wanted to keep fighting, wanted to win, but she was hurt, bleeding, and now was having trouble breathing after that moonsault, her second wind had worn off, and Haley was nearing the end of her reserves.

Bouncing off the rope, she rebounded back towards Valley, looking up in time to see her jump up, the girls legs catching on her shoulders and wrapping around her neck, flipping her head over heels and planting her, head and shoulders first, onto the mat, with Ace left groaning and writhing on the mat, trapped under Valley's body.

It was amazing how much damage Haley's head could take without being knocked out. Amazing and distressing. Valley knew from firsthand experience how hard the last round could be in these sorts of matches, remembering the time she and Terrible Teri went at it for all three. That was a bit different, since all she'd wanted back then was for her rival to shut up, and she had no problem hammering her skull into the mat until she did. With the friendship between she and Haley showing some life, though, she didn't want to go those extremes if she could avoid them. There was a better, more effective way to go about this.

She stood up and once again hauled Haley up with her. At this point, that simple act alone was draining, as her body was pleading for rest, begging for a chance to just lie down and call it quits. It would have it, too...soon. Just one or two more moves, and this would be wrapped up.

She moved around Haley and snaked her arms around the neck, locking in a solid rear naked choke. Not flashy, definitely anticlimatic, but probably the easiest and most merciful way for the match to end.

Ace herself wasn't entirely certain how she was still conscious. The cut on her eyebrow hadn't stopped bleeding, with blood drops all around the mat, leaking down her cheek and onto her neck and shoulder, and thanks to Valley's Frankensteiner, the blonde had Haley's blood on her thigh as well.

Now Ace found herself pulled onto her feet, staggering, nearly collapsing back onto the mat, leaning against Valley as she felt those tan arms wrap around her neck, weakly kicking the mat in half hearted protest.

Honestly, she wanted to give up. She was too beaten up, too hurt, and was past her limit of what even she could withstand, Valley had proven her point about her skills, and had done more than enough damage to Ace to have beaten her in their last match had she tried. Now, with her little remaining air being choked out of her, some of her blood now getting on Valley's arm, Ace just wanted to let it end, pass out and be done with it.

Except....she still had something left, one final card to play before the end.

Biting her lip, Ace raised her foot and stomped down, hard, on Valley's booted foot. Not the most elegant move, but practical and effective, the sudden pain of her foot getting stomped causing Valley to break the choke hold, her arms leaving Ace's throat.

Having gained a last second chance, Ace didn't even bother turning, using the close proximity of the women to reach back and grab Valley around the back of her head, dropping straight and flat onto her back, driving Valley Doll's beautiful face as hard as she could into the mat with the one move Valley hadn't known about, that had led Ace to three victories so far, the Ace Crusher!