Brooklyn Bruiser vs. Valley Doll - Coast to Coast

Valley was never the brawling type, even in her younger days, but that hardly meant she couldn't throw a few blows when the occasion called for it. A lot of the power from an upper body blow came from the legs anyway, and that was exactly what she tapped into when she brought that elbow in Kimmy's gut. She swiveled her hips, pushed forward with her legs, twisted into the blow and let it fly with explosive power. Judging from the croaking groan she got from her opponent, it was an effective attack. Effective enough to hurt her, at least, but not enough to stop her. Hardly surprising.

Kimmy's words came out like a lion's roar; proud, powerful, and utterly. It was startling, and Valley couldn't help but move back at the display off guard by the energy she was still flaunting. That was a problem, because it left her guard open, kept her from seeing things she should've seen. LIke a straight punch heading for her stomach with devastating velocity.

It was Valley's turn to cry out this time, and she did her part well, belching out with a sharp yell as she took two steps. Spittle flew from her mouth and she needed both hands to cover up her stomach this time, trying to hide the pain. Her mouth was gaped partly because of the pain, but partly out of sheer surprise. They'd been fighting for a good little while now, sure, but Kimmy's power still surprised her.

She slammed her jaw shut and straightened, refusing to give anymore ground. "Just watch me." Valley tried to sound as tough as she could manage while having a heart cutout on her chest. She closed the distance with a single hop and threw a right hook at Kimmy's face, trying to get her weight behind the blow. There'd be another punch coming her way after than, and Valley would respond in kind to that one, too. And on and on and on - she planted her feet firm and tried to match the Brooklyn Bruiser, going to toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow. Sooner or later, one of them would give, and she had no intentions on it being her.

Even though Kimmy was confident that she would be victorious in any sort of brawl or fistfight, she had to admit that Valley had put quite a bit of power behind that elbow strike. Of course, Kimmy had never doubted that Valley had plenty of power in that legendary body of hers. The blow had hit hard, very well might have left a bruise somewhere on Kimmy's stomach, and knocked the air out of her to kill the blossoming momentum that she had been hoping to let flourish once she had delivered her own elbow to Valley's gut.

Kimmy was not going to let Valley pound her down and prevent her from swinging this match back in her own direction. If Valley held the advantage for the next minute or two, Kimmy might not be able to get up and continue the fight the next time she got knocked down. She had to assert herself right now.

Her chosen means by which to do that was with a hard punch straight into Valley's stomach. Kimmy felt her fist sink into Valley's body, the veteran's still-youthful flesh molding slightly around Kimmy's fist right at the moment of impact, before her taut, flexing muscles made Kimmy's fist bounce back. Kimmy smirked as she heard Valley yell, and felt a warm spray of spittle hit the back of her neck after being ejected from Valley's mouth. Kimmy ignored the spit, as it was hardly gross at all to her—it was merely an indicator of how hard she had managed to hit Valley. The Californian backed up a couple of steps, and Kimmy would take a deep breath—one made unexpectedly painful when her stomach, still smarting from Valley's elbow, gave sharp protest—before straightening her back and putting her fists up to follow.

She did not get a chance to move forward. Valley, recovering much more quickly from that strike than Kimmy had expected her to, hopped forward and sent a right hook into Kimmy's cheek. Kimmy cried out, spittle flying from her mouth again as her head snapped to the side. She was lucky that no teeth came out with that spit. She could taste a little bit of blood in her mouth, and her ears were ringing from the punch. Noting Valley's stance and determined look, Kimmy knew that none of those symptoms would be improving any time soon. They were going to get worse. Valley wanted to go toe-to-toe with her, and Kimmy was going to oblige her.

"Hraah!" Kimmy would yell, as she would launch her own fist forward, trying to land a left hook to Valley's face. They both planted their feet on the canvas, neither one about to move from that one spot, and began trading blows, one for one, alternating turns, tit for tat. Kimmy would taste more blood in her mouth, and she knew her cheeks were going to bruise and swell from the abuse. But she was determined to give twice as good as she got, aiming hook after hook at Valley's face, punctuating those with a straight or a jab to the older wrestler's chest every few seconds, all the while looking to sneak in a hard right uppercut when she thought Valley might be vulnerable enough.

"Brooklyn Bruiser!" "Valley Doll!" "Brooklyn Bruiser! Valley Doll!"

Valley was having a slightly hard time hearing the crowd, what with Kimmy continually pummeling her in the face and all, but she could make out their rising voice. Dueling chants. It had been a while since she heard one from an audience, and if he lips weren't likely busted, she might've even smiled. Granted, it was a bit clunky, but the point was that they were behind Kimmy and more than willing to show it.

She was knocked out of her momentary reverie by a vicious blow to the side of her face, cracking her right on the eye.   Valley could feel it swell up, and she's gotten enough black eyes in her time to know that another one would be on her face soon. It took long enough, but the Brooklyn Bruiser had gotten her bruise. Valley would be thinking of her everytime she looked in the mirror for a few days.

She wanted to return the favor and give as good as she got, butter there was a tidal wave of fierce punches coming her way. Every blow Kimmy landed seemed to hit harder, every blow Valley landed seemed to hit weaker, and to make matters worse, she getting fewer of them in. She thought she could at least outdo Kimmy's quality with her quantity, banking on her speed to get her through, but even that wasn't enough.

One, two, then three punches went unanswered, and Valley was driven back a step with all of them. She moved away with wobbly knees and shook her head, taking a second to realign her senses. The Last Slamazon straightened out after the fog cleared and cocked her fist, ready to retaliate and give the Brooklyn Bruiser one more shot.

Kimmy was quicker on the draw. And harder. An upper cut stopped Valley before she could even get halfway, cracking her right in the jaw and hitting so fast she nearly bit her tongue. The crowd gasped as Valley's body shot straight up and stumbled around, spinning around in half circle as her legs threatened to collapse underneath her. Valley was going down. But she didn't want to go down alone. If she let Kimmy get on top of her again, there might not be another chance. She'd get a submission move, lock it in tight, or maybe she'd just go for some mounted punches and beat her into oblivion. Either way, done.

There was just one move she knew to try from this position, and the last time she used it, way back in her first Summer Splash, it had failed spectacularly. But this was a different day, she was better than before, and if there was ever a time it might get some mileage, this was it. As Valley's body start to fall backwards, she brought her legs up, turned it into a backflip, twisted around and tried to nail Kimmy with the Pelé Kick, going right for her face.

Kimmy's small cheering section seemed to be growing. They were chanting her name about as loud as they could, and they actually were almost balancing out Valley's numerically-superior section. One would just have to wait and see whether these were merely fairweather fans, caught up in the thrill of seeing the momentum of the fistfight slowly swinging in the Brooklyn Bruiser's direction, or whether they would be supporting her through thick and thin, down to the very end.

Gradually, gradually, Kimmy seemed to be gaining the advantage. She kept on punching Valley, gladly continuing the exchange, an exchange which was becoming more and more one-sided as Valley's arm strength began to wane, while Kimmy was able to keep throwing vicious blow after vicious blow right into Valley's pretty face. While her own face was swelling up from all the brutal punches she had received—maybe so much so that they would even have trouble recognizing her back on Bay Parkway—she was definitely giving Valley the worst of the exchange right now. One of Valley's punched whiffed completely, flying through the air next to Kimmy's head.

Kimmy would take advantage of that, smashing her fist into Valley's face once, then doing it again, then doing it again, each punch thrown as hard as she could possibly throw it, each one forcing the Slamazon to take a step back towards the ropes. Valley eventually practically buckled after that third punch, stumbling back, her knees wobbling. Kimmy would pause as she waited for Valley to come back to her. She knew her foe was not about to break this off now, and when Valley charged her, Kimmy would unleash that uppercut that she had been keeping in the chamber...

Valley came at her, and Kimmy smashed her fist right into Valley's chin. It was just as she had hoped it would be: total carnage. Valley's head snapped upwards, and she spun around, legs threatening to buckle at any second, her whole body seeming to be on the verge of collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut. Kimmy smirked, and started to open her mouth to do a little teasing, to give back to Valley a little of the verbal ammunition Valley had fired at her.

Valley began to fall back, but suddenly she wasn't just falling. She flipped over backward, and Kimmy could only raise her hands to defend her face so quickly. She managed to almost get them up, but all they really shielded was her chin. Valley's kick smashed into her mouth, and Kimmy would fall backwards, her body thrashing, clutching at her mouth with her hands as she smacked against the canvas.

"Fuck!" she cried out, feeling at a lip that was split and bleeding. "Fucking hell...ggh..." The crowd got louder, obviously shocked as they saw both women go down at once. Now they would wait and see who could take advantage first.

"1!"

And there Valley was again, staring up at the ceiling lights. How many times had she been in this position? Hundreds? Maybe even a thousand. With the Slamazons, she'd averaged about, oh, four matches a week, times fifty, twelve years in the company...yeah. About a thousand, probably.

"2!"

Valley blinked and shook her head from side to side as her brain finished rebooting and she remembered where she was. Earth. Japan. Tokyo. Friction arena. Houseshow. What should've been another standard match against a new face on the roster, but turned out to be a war. Kimmy had beaten her features to a pulp, and she'd managed to score a Pelé at the last second for a desperation move. Went a lot better than the last time she'd tried that kick, against Jocelyn. Worked well as a surprise attack.

"3!"

She was dimly aware of the counting, but it actually took her a second to recognize it as the referee counting them out. That was good news and bad news. Good, because it meant that Kimmy wasn't up yet. Bad, because it meant she'd have to get up soon, or there'd be a double knockout. In all of Valley's years, she'd never lost a match that way, and she wasn't about to start now. Fans deserved better.

"4!"

"I know, I know." She groaned and started to sit up, then immediately regretted the effort. Her brain was still scrambled from that hellacious uppercut, and the sudden rush made her brain ache something awful. Not to mention the way her legs seemed adverse to follwing her orders, for some strange reason. She'd need a little extra help, here.

"5!"

Valley rolled over the nearby corner and grabbed the ropes, slowly working her way up the turnbuckle. One hand after the other, higher and higher, pulling her way up as fast as she could without taxing herself too much. She didn't know what Kimmy was up to, and frankly, she didn't much care at the moment - whatever her opponent was doing, she wouldn't be able to capitalize or counter or even prepare if she couldn't even stand on two solid legs.

"6!"

"Almost, almost..." Valley managed to get to her feet, breathing hard and heavy. She turned around and looked Kimmy's way, trying to see if she'd managed to get up, too. Strong chance, knowing her. Even stronger chance that she'd be bringing the fight back to her real soon, but for now, at least, she had some time to lick her wounds.

Kimmy was clutching at her mouth after getting kicked, temporarily stunned as she tried to deal with the pain in her face. Her cheeks were swelling up after the brief but brutal exchange of blows, and her whole head was spinning as she tried to regain her equilibrium, tried to stop the flow of blood from her lip. She was a bit foggy as she tried to recover from that kick, and she was angry with herself for allowing Valley to get in a kick like that after she had almost taken the older blonde down with her uppercut.

The crowd's chanting had devolved into just an indistinguishable roar now, as both wrestlers were down and the referee once again moved in to do her job—this time not asking if there was a submission or counting out a pinfall, but counting out both of the wrestlers as they were spread out on the canvas. The referee would turn to Valley for one count, then to Kimmy for the next, making sure that both of the wrestlers knew that the ten-count was going, and that they needed to get up if they wanted to avoid a double knockout. Kimmy wanted to avoid that at all costs, for sure. A double knockout would almost be worse than an outright loss. There would be no proper conclusion to the fight.

"One! Two!"

Kimmy groaned, rubbing at her mouth one more time and then raising her hand to look at her palm. A small splotch of red had rubbed off onto her hand and she grunted as she would grab onto her shorts and rub the blood off there. Hopefully the stain would come out later. "Ugh."

"Three! Four...!"

Kimmy knew that staying down any longer would be really pressing her luck. She would roll over from her back to her hands and knees, putting a fist on the canvas to help push herself up, using her other arm to balance herself and keep herself steady. Her legs wobbled as she first started to rise, but, as the referee reached a count of six, Kimmy would steady herself, pause a beat, and then lean heavily on her fist as she pushed upward and got her feet underneath her. She stomped her boots on the canvas as she straightened her back and got back up. She looked over towards the ropes on the other side of the ring, where Valley had managed to stand up, too.

Kimmy took a deep breath—at least now she could do that without worrying about having the oxygen squeezed out of her by Valley's legs—and put her fists up again, moving towards Valley, wanting to see whether Valley would stay where she was and wait, or get off the ropes to face off with Kimmy again.

Sure enough, Valley wasn't the only one back on her feet. There was Kimmy, right across from her, standing up with her fists up and her eyes looking just as determined as ever, seeming especially driven for a woman who'd just been kicked in the face. The crowd showed their appreciation with a short burst of applause, cheering their tenacity and reslience, and Valley would've loved to acknowledge them with a wave or a smile. After the match, win or lose, there would be plenty of high-fives. But not right now.

No, at that very moment, she wasn't taking her eyes off the woman in front of her, who was closing in like a lioness stalking for the kill. Valley took a moment to get all the way back to her feet, grabbing the ropes for support until she was all the way on her feet. Kimmy was closing in, and she was running out of options with every step she took. There was no way Valley could stay in the corner - Kimmy's fists were hard enough to deal with when she had space to move, but with her back to the turnbuckle and nowhere to go but forward, it would be a slaughter. She didn't like to admit it, but after that last exchance, there was no way to deny that taking the Brooklyn Bruiser head on just wasn't an option. She'd have to be tricky.

"One more round, huh?" She chuckled, but aside from a small smirk, her face was all business. "Ready for me, Kimmy?"

Valley stepped out of the corner and went on the move, circling around Kimmy like she'd done at the start of the match. Not quite as limber as before, not quite as spry, but the idea was the same. She was closing in, drawing nearer as she moved around the ring. She spun on her heels a couple of time, jerked forward like she was about to go for something big, but it never happened. She'd stay just out of Kimmy's striking range, using her agility to back away when it looked like the brutal brawler was getting too close. But she couldn't do that forever. And she wouldn't.

Valley suddenly broke away from the rotation and charged in with her hands up, looking for all the world like she was going to try and grapple with Kimmy again. Given how that had turned out last time, it would be a very stupid move, which was why she simply trying to divert attention.

Kimmy could certainly outpunch her, but kicking might be another matter entirely. As Valley neared her opponent, she switched tacts and brought her leg up, trying to hit her with a lightning fast roundhouse kick to the chest before she could get close enough to land one of her dynamite punches.

Kimmy had her fists up, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to get into another fistfight, even though she had come out on top in the first one. As it was, a couple of hard punches and a little bit of luck might be enough to put Kimmy down, and even if she were able to do the same to Valley, a double knockout was not how she wanted this battle to end. Kimmy was going to go for a decisive victory. If that meant beating Valley into unconsciousness with her fists, fine. If it meant something else, great.

Kimmy moved forward, getting close to Valley as the older blonde stayed on the ropes. Kimmy doubted that Valley would let herself be pinned against the edge of the ring, and, sure enough, as the Brooklynite approached her opponent, drawing closer and closer, the Californian made her move, hopping away from the corner and heading to her right, getting out of there just before Kimmy was able to pin her in that corner. Valley started circling around Kimmy, and the Brooklyn Bruiser would turn to follow Valley with her eyes, shuffling her feet a little as Valley traced a circle with Kimmy at its center point.

The younger wrestler was not afraid of her opponent at all. She kept herself steady, even when Valley pretended to lunge at her. Something about the veteran's body language told Kimmy that Valley was not actually attacking when she tried to fake her out. Once or twice, maybe, Kimmy flinched, but she recovered almost immediately. Not to be outdone, Kimmy would occasionally start into her punching motion, taking a half-step forward towards Valley, but pulling back before she hit. Though she was waiting to actually engage Valley again, Kimmy would not step back after she feinted. She would get closer to Valley every few seconds, slowly closing the gap between them.

Valley lunged again, but this time it was no fake. Kimmy paused for half a second as Valley's leg swung towards her chest. She knew how deadly Valley's legs were. Her chest was already aching from the oxygen deprivation she had gone through mere minutes earlier. A kick like this could take everything she had out of her.

And Kimmy wasn't going down like that.

She would open up her fists and put the now open hands right in the center of her chest. As Valley's boot came in, Kimmy would try to catch it in her hands, wrapping them around the boot and absorbing as much of the blow as she could. The impact still rocked her back, though, and Kimmy felt her body sway backwards. Well, she wouldn't mind going back down to the mat again. Kimmy would fall backwards, hands wrapped around Valley's foot, trying to drag her foe down with her once again!

Once more, Valley was young again. Her first match on a real Slamazons taping, not just starting out one of the minor spots on a houseshow. Real crowd. Small compared to the AFW, but still well over a thousand, bigger than she'd ever seen in one place for anything she was involved in. They'd be airing on some actual television stations in California, and everyone made sure she knew that going in, as if she needed the pressure. She fought against Melitta Mounds, a woman who didn't have the decade of experience over her that Valley enjoyed with Kimmy now, but still had her beat by three years.

It had been a good match, until she landed a dropkick in Melitta's chest. Then she got serious and ended Valley in about three minutes.

As Valley circled around the ring and looked into Kimmy's eyes, she saw a little bit of herself from that first match, but she also saw more. More fire, more passion, more energy, more everything that mattered. As much as she wanted to compare, the truth was that the Brooklyn was better than she was at that age. Much better.

Valley managed to brush off the brief nostalgic rush as she moved in, looking to hit with a hard kick. A roundhouse kick, one of the best striking attacks she could do, at this range, her swiftest and most powerful. That alone wouldn't be enough to catch Kimmy while she was on her guard, though, and she was hoping that the element of surpise would be on her side. It wasn't.

She had to grind her teeth down hard to keep a curse from blurting out when she found that her leg wasn't coming back to the ground when it was supposed to. Valley was caught, and given what happened the last time Kimmy snatched her leg, that was an extradinarily bad thing.

The crowd ooed and ahhed as the Brooklyn Bruiser fell back and Valley was flung through the air. She just barely managed to get her arms up to hit the floor and dull the impact, saving herself from crashing right on her chest. Good thing, landing flat on her chest would've majorly sucked, but she knew enough to realize that she couldn't rest on her laurels. She put those arms right back to use and started to crawl forward, scrambling towards the ropes as the referee leaped out of her way. She doubted that Kimmy would go for the Ankle Lock in, but she wasn't the least bit curious to find out what she'd do instead.

Kimmy actually had a good track record when it came to kicking in her wrestling matches. Her own legs were nothing to sneeze at—she always tried to balance out any upper-body training she did with an equivalent amount of lower-body training—and she had used them to decisive effect more than once back during her New York Female Wrestling days. She had won several matches with decisive kicks, and had lost one to a girl with a years' experience on her when the girl landed a last-ditch dropkick in the forty-eighth minute of their match.

Kimmy knew how devastating even a single kick could be, if it were launched with enough force and if it were aimed properly. The Brooklynite could not take any chances. She could not hope that Valley Doll might miscalculate the trajectory of her kick, or that she might be injured enough to not be able to put enough oomph behind it. Kimmy had to grab that foot, and she would hang onto it for dear life as she went down onto the canvas, still clutching Valley's boot to drag the other blonde down with her.

Kimmy smacked against the canvas on her back, and for a second it left her dizzy. Her body would continue through the motion she had begun, flinging Valley forward and down onto the ring herself. But it was only when Kimmy was able to shake off her dizziness, blink a couple of times, and then turn over onto her hands and knees that she saw her gambit had been successful. Valley was down, and she was scrambling for the ropes.

Kimmy smirked again, feeling a rush of confidence spurring her on as she lifted herself up. Her opponent was in full retreat, her back turned to the Brooklynite! Kimmy was not passing up this goldden opportunity! "Come here!"

She would get onto her feet and leap at Valley, hoping she could reach her crawling opponent before the woman could get a hand on the ropes. If she could, then Kimmy would grab onto Valley's ankles, one in each hand, and begin to drag her back towards the center of the ring. Despite the hold on Valley's ankles, Kimmy was not planning on abusing the vulnerable joints any more than she already had. Not when she had an even better plan in mind. If she was able to drag Valley back to the center of the ring, Kimmy would then try to step over her and shift her hold on Valley's legs so that they were tucked under her armpits.

Once everything was set up, Kimmy would squat and try to lean back, hoping to pull Valley into a Boston Crab—one which Kimmy would be looking to modify into her signature Brooklyn Crab once she had seen how Valley reacted to the hold!