Natasha Han vs. Valley Doll - It's a Long Way to the Top

Valley knew a lot of girls who abandoned the high-flying style as they went on in their careers, and it wasn't just the toll it took on their bodies, either. One of the common complaints was how hard it was for them to land their moves, how often people would move out of the way and they would wind up eating a mouthful of the canvas. Or worse.

Most of the time, it was their own fault. They would just go flying constantly, forgetting the most important thing about the equation - proper timing.

When Valley saw the look on Natasha's face as she flew, that pure utter astonishment, she knew. She'd nailed it.

It was a rough landing for her, but  Natasha took the brunt of it, and now Valley was back on top again. A little winded, but far from done, and more than ready seize the momentum for a little while.

"Da." She slid back off of Natasha's body, sitting behind her head while she slapped a little Russian accent into her voice. "A little funny." Valley grabbed Natasha's head, lifted it up, and pulled it back between her thighs. Her legs came  up, wrapped tight, and locked in a powerful figure-four headscissors, clamping down hard on the Russian's meaty neck.

Natasha let out a soft sound, somewhere between a moan and a grunt, as she felt Valley sliding across her and off of her body, moving up towards her head. She opened her eyes, trying to clear her head again, wanting to sit up and get moving before Valley could come after her again, but the Slamazon was proving to be tricky.

Another louder grunt passed through the Russian's lips, as she felt Valley tightly grabbing her head, lifting it up and pulling it backwards. Her hands quickly moved up, wanting to grab Valley by the wrists to free herself, but as she tried to reach up, the blonde's long, bare legs slipped around her, tightening themselves around her neck.

Panic instantly began to set in, as Natasha felt the figure four wrapping around her. At once her hands moved back grab, the Russian grabbing for Valley's thighs. She tried to grasp at them, trying to tug and pull on them, desperately trying to loosen the hold, and all the while she started to gag, to gasp for air, knowing that she would be in serious trouble if she couldn't foil this hold right here and right now.

Trapped in the Valley!

Valley had been trying to think up a name for the figure-four scissorhold over the past few weeks. It was a common move for her, well suited to her tastes  - it was an easy transition after a successful moonsault, it was a solid hold by itself, and with her leg strength, she could get a submission fast and a knockout soon after.

So, it was an official signature move, now. Which meant that it needed a name. Trapped in the Valley fit. She might have asked for Natasha's opinion on the matter, but she was too busy focusing on more important things. Like breathing.

Valley reached over and grabbed her ankle, then pulled back on it to increase the pressure, all while she tensed her thighs and let them bulge to their full size. Pumping down, squeezing tighter with every moment and movement. "Whenever you're ready for me to stop, just give me a little tap of the thigh." She murmured under her heavy breathes and cranked the hold even harder.

Things were only getting worse for Natasha, as she felt Valley's thighs tensing against her, the woman's impressive legs squeezing harder and harder around her. If Natasha had been watching from the side, watching some other girl being stuck in this hold, she might have been more impressed. She might have even complimented Valley on the hold later on.

She wasn't watching from the side though and she definitely wasn't going to be throwing out compliments, especially with the Slamazon's little demand. Her hands grasped tighter at Valley's thighs, trying to dig her fingertips into them, trying to get a good, solid grip, so that she could try prying them apart, but it was hard. Valley had the hold locked in quite solidly, and with each passing moment, it was getting harder and harder for Natasha to breathe.

As the seconds went by, her struggles began to slow, her hands moving weaker and weaker against the legs of the blonde. Her breath grew more ragged, and the Russian's eyes began to slowly flutter closed. Cannot give up... Natasha thought to herself, trying to stay focused, trying to keep her mind on the task at hand, but it was hard to do. She truly was Trapped in the Valley, and as the crowd roared around them, cheering at what seemed like an easy win for the Slamazon, Natasha realized once again that she had underestimated her opponent.

Valley didn't like to think she was sadistic. She didn't picture herself alongside people like Morrigan, sick little witches who got off on the pain that wrestling inflicted and loved to straight up hurt their opponents, simply for the sake of hurting them.

But she did enjoy bringing the pressure down on Natasha's neck. She had to admit that. She didn't want to go so far as saying it was sensual, this hadn't turned into that sort of match and it wasn't likely to, but still...having this sort of control was a good feeling.

The nails on her skin were not a good feeling, though, and Valley tried to put a stop to it by twisting from side to side, giving Natasha a little more pain in the hold and making it that much more uncomfortable. "Sorry, not getting out that way." She gave the hold a sudden jerk for the line of red welts on her thigh.

Time passed. Natasha was getting slower. Weaker. Fading. The referee hovered close, like a vulture waiting to move in for the meal. "That's right...just let it go..." This would be a much, much shorter win than Valley planned, but she'd gladly take it.

It would have been easy for Natasha to tap out. In fact, it would have been easy for anyone to submit to Valley's tight, powerful hold. But Natasha wasn't just anyone, and she didn't give in easily, something that she wanted to teach Valley right here and right now.

She let go of Valley's leg, ending her resistance and letting the woman squeeze her harder. She cried out weakly with each of Valley's jerks and twists, but she didn't fight back, not yet. She was waiting, trying to focus, trying to gather her strength up before she made her move. It was hard though, feeling her air slowly draining with each passing second, but Natasha knew she needed to wait, to draw up what strength she could before attempting her escape.

Then, a few seconds later, her eyes snapped open, and her hands flew back up towards Valley's thighs, grabbing onto them as tightly as she could manage. She waited only a moment longer, then suddenly, sharply, twisted her body towards the side, trying to turn her and Valley over, trying to flip the two of them over and onto their frontsides.

As good as it was to bring the full power of her legs to bear, Valley had to admit, this wasn't the way she liked to win her matches. She was decent with submission holds, her mother instilled the importance of them into her daughter at every opportunity, but her heart was always at the turnbuckle. She was meant to fly, and ending the match like this, letting it fade out into nothing, felt like a waste. Matches were meant to end in bangs, not whimpers.

But she would accept it. In this case, there wasn't much of a choice. With Slamazons, she could afford to play around a bit in her matches. She knew her opponents well enough to be comfortable and enjoy her moments. AFW was still a new beast, and she hadn't mastered it yet. She'd sampled more than enough of Natasha Han's strength for one day. Taking no chances.

Valley sighed and kept the hold locked as Natasha started to fade away, get weaker any weaker. It was over, Natasha couldn't even fight back anymore. The Russian was true to her heritage, she went down fighting, but...

The referee had just started to move in for a count, when the entire world turned upside down. Natasha must've found some extra reserves somewhere in that tight body of hers, because she suddenly had the energy to flip them around and drop Valley flat on her chest. It wasn't enough to make her let go of the scissors, but it was making the position awkward. "Not letting go, Han!" She gave her thighs another good flexing, trying to squeeze out whatever life Natasha had left.

Natasha heard Valley's boast and as much as she wanted to yell back at her, she knew she needed to save her energy. She could taunt the blonde later, after she had escaped the dangerous tangle that was her legs.

Flipping Valley over was just the first step. She still had to make her full escape, and the Slamazon still wasn't making it easy. Even as the two of them were flipped over, Valley refused to relent, still trying to squeeze her out with her scissoring hold. That was fine by Natasha. It would only make her escape that much more impressive when she finally made it.

She lied there a moment longer, taking only a brief second to rest, before gripping at Valley's thighs again. She inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to gather up her strength one more time, then began to move, pulling her legs up underneath her, starting to push herself up, into a kneeling position. Her movements were slow, sluggish, but there was an unmistakable display of power behind them, the Russian drawing on her inner reserves of strength and energy to help get up. Then, after resting for another second, she began to move again, trying to power herself all the way up into a standing position, despite the weight of the curvy blonde hanging from her neck!

Natasha Han had either learned how to live without air or breathe out of a lower orifice. Those were the only two logical reasons Valley could put together for why the resilient hadn't gone to sleep yet. The hold was tight, even if this awkward position made it look like she was humping the back of her head. There wasn't anything wrong with her form, her thighs were stronger than ever. So why, oh why, wasn't Natasha knocked out yet?

Valley pulsed her thighs, and for a moment she was so lost in the power she was applying that nothing else mattered. Total focus. This was a mistake, because when she came back from her trip and returned to reality, the ground was a lot farther away than it was before.

The crowd clapped at the display of massive strength, and rightfully so. Valley was light for her height, sure, but even still, she was a lot of weight to be lifting straight off the floor like this. She'd known women bigger than Natasha that wouldn't be crazy enough to make the attempt, but here she was. And she wasn't just doing it, either, she was doing it with minimal air to back her up. And the insane thing about it? She wasn't done.

She wobbled but kept her balance as Natasha stood up, defying Valley's scissorhold and the laws of gravity in one fell swoop. She held the hold on tight, mostly because she didn't know what else to do - letting go would make her fall flat and Natash would probably land on top of her, and they were in a bad position for a reverse hurricanrana.

"What?" Valley stammered and held onto Natasha's head, trying to keep herself stable. "How are you-"

This was awkward.

Natasha had to be honest with herself: she hadn't quite thought things all the way through. Sure, she was standing now, but she was in an awkward position, with the way Valley was still holding onto her. The lack of air definitely wasn't helping things either.

She closed her eyes again, desperately and almost futilely trying to draw in breath. She needed to do something, and she needed to do it now, but she wasn't sure if she had enough energy for any kind of proper follow-up at all. So, she did the first thing that came to mind, hoping with all of her heart it would pay off and dislodge Valley's legs from her.

She fell forward.

Out of nowhere, the mighty Russian dropped downwards, onto her knees, and bent her body forwards towards the mat. She was trying to slam Valley face-first into the canvas, hoping the sudden impact would be enough to break the Slamazon's hold and finally free herself from the tight, crushing scissors.