Brooklyn Bruiser vs. Valley Doll - Coast to Coast

Valley's only saving grace was that she'd went for a side dropkick off the ropes, not a front one like she usually opted for, so she was able to turn her body around and land on her chest, rather than the frayed bundle of nerves that was her back at the moment. Not that it was particularly pleasant either way, but at least she managed to only spark up the pain in her side when she came down. It could've been far, far worse in so many ways.

But even as the kick connected and Kimmy was knocked away by the powerful blow, even when she landed and looked over her shoulder and saw her opponent laying flat on her back, Valley couldn't breath a sigh of relief. Not just yet. She was tempted to go for a high risk, but this time she shied away from it. As she began to rise up, pushing off the floor to get back to her feet, she saw an amazing sight only a few feet. The Brooklyn Bruiser was getting back up. Taking her time, but doing it.

"What's it take?" She slapped the mat, as frustration began to palpably rise. It was freakish -Valley had met tougher women, but none this size."What...how?"

She forced her heart to slow down, hearing her mother's word echoing in her ear. When you get mad, you lose. She had a goal, so she just had to focus on it. Valley could freak out later. For now, she just had to focus on putting Kimmy down hard enough to make her [i]stay down[/color]. For a little while, at least.

"Okay, okay." Valley broke into a run, skipping over to the side of the ring behind her opponent. She couldn't get much speed on her own with her hurt ankle, but a little bounce off the ropes let her build up enough momentum for what she had in mind. Hopefully.

As she came running back to Kimmy, Valley leaped over her head and did a somersault, flipping over her while she sat up. She tried to grab her by the back of her head as she flipped, going for a Neck Snap - her body would follow along with Valley's fall until it couldn't anymore, then reflexes would take over and slam Kimmy on her back. Another move she hadn't used in a while, but this was that sort of match.

Kimmy was really starting to ache all over, and knew that her reserves of energy and of strength were not limitless. But she was not about to concede anything to Valley. Not the advantage, and certainly not the match. She glanced over at Valley, who slapped the mat and grumbled something that was just beyond Kimmy's hearing. Well, at least the veteran seemed frustrated. Kimmy could use that. She could definitely use that.

She started rising up onto her feet, getting her hands and feet underneath her so that she was almost in a crab-walking position. Valley was faster getting up, though, and Kimmy, though she was sitting up well and was only a few seconds away from being back on her feet herself, just wasn't fast enough. Valley ran by her, then spun around to hit the ropes with her back before springing back in Kimmy's direction. Kimmy knew that she couldn't avoid Valley right now, and all she could do was brace for impact. She was expecting a slam or another high-flying move like the moonsault from earlier.

Valley decided on a different tactic. She somersaulted over Kimmy as the smaller blonde sat up, and Kimmy instinctively ducked her head down a little as she did. As it turned out, she almost helped Valley, as when she tucked her head she happened to help slide it right into her opponent's grip. Valley yanked on her hard and Kimmy felt a sudden, very sharp pain in her neck as she was somersaulted forward herself, flipped over to land with a crash on her back, her whole spine from neck to tailbone crying out in pain. Kimmy yelled, too, as she was put down on the canvas again—and it would be a little more difficult to get back up this time.

"Gggnnh...naaah..." Kimmy groaned, as she tried to roll back over onto her stomach and found that her body just wouldn't cooperate with her. Her back tightened up as she tried to roll, and she winced, gritting her teeth as another wave of pain washed over her. With some effort, she would raise her arms, putting her hands a couple of inches above her chest. At least she could do that much right now. And the pain of the neck snap was, slowly, beginning to subside. In a minute, Kimmy would be back up on her feet, sore all over—more sore than she had ever been at New York Female Wrestling—but able to fight again.

Unfortunately, she likely wouldn't have a minute to recover. Kimmy would try to watch Valley, hoping to anticipate what her foe would do, and hoping she could find a way to stop it.

The move came off with picture perfect form. Valley tried to come out of the fall with a roll, hoping to take some of the impact away from her back as she came down. It worked. Partially. Enough that, while it still hurt like blazes and made her bones ache every inch of the way, she was able to go on without having to waste any time on writhing around on the floor. At the moment, that was crucial.

She grabbed the ropes and pulled herself up, hissing through her teeth as she rose. Valley looked over her shoulder and did a quick check on Kimmy, scanning to see how she was coping - if there was one thing she'd learned as a high-flier, it was that properly assessing the enemy before you took to the sky was crucial. The last thing she could afford at this point was another counter, and Kimmy had shown herself to be adept at those. The Brooklyn Bruiser was lucid, keeping her eyes on target like a good wrestler should do. Still moving, but barely. She'd be up soon, but her body was wide open for a few precious seconds until then. Valley intended to use them.

She pushed against her knee and stood up, then moved over and grabbed Kimmy by the ankles. Not for a move or anything like that, she just dragged her a little bit to the side, nice and quick, putting her in a diagonal position to the ropes. The move she had in mind would be risky enough for the both of them without her being in a bad spot for it.

With that done, Valley turned away from Kimmy, pointed to the ceiling, and ran straight for the turnbuckle as fast her aching feet would take her. Which was a bit less than normal, but it would have to do. "Air raid!"

Valley jumped up right before she could hit the turnbuckle, jumping up to the middle rope. From there, she bounced up, landed on the top rope, crouched down, and jumped backwards like she was going for a Moonsault. But she wasn't. Not exactly.

She tucked her leg in as she flew, reducing the resistance and letting her rotate faster. So fast that she'd gone through a full 360° by the time she was halfway to the impact zone. She knew this was the crucial part - she couldn't roll too much or too little. She had to come down just right.

Valley unfurled her legs at the right moment after the first rotation, and slowed her rolling just enough for her to come down belly to belly, right where Kimmy's stomach would hopefully be. For the Brooklyn Bruiser, Valley was busting out the newest, best move she had: a double rotation moonsault. Her Full Moonsault.

Kimmy had hoped that it would still take Valley Doll some time to get back up after performing the neck snap, as the older wrestler must have surely still been hurting after all the punishment Kimmy put her through. Her hopes were unfortunately dashed, however, as she managed to turn her head and keep her eyes open long enough to watch Valley reach the ropes and begin to pull herself up by them. Crap. Craaaaaap, Kimmy cursed to herself. She needed more time, but she had precisely none remaining. As quick as she could, groaning and crying out in agony as she made the attempt, she would try to push herself up before Valley could do anything to her.

Valley grabbed her well before she could get back up, of course, but at least the attack did not come right away. Instead, Valley merely began to position Kimmy for the move that was to come. She grabbed the Brooklynite by her ankles and dragged her to the side and towards the ropes, laying her down there, then turning around and pointing to the ceiling. Kimmy felt a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As Valley began to run—in a slightly slow, limping sort of way—over to the turnbuckle, Kimmy could surmise what her opponent intended to do. And Kimmy still was not going to be able to get out from underneath her in time.

Valley leapt into the air, going for what initially looked to Kimmy like a regular moonsault. Valley tucked her legs in, though, and Kimmy understood what her opponent was going for. Same physical effect on Kimmy, but this was the sort of move that an experienced wrestler and entertainer like Valley Doll loved to use. It would ruin her opponent and drive the crowd wild. A Full Moonsault.

Kimmy knew that taking that impact in full without doing anything would mean she would be tallying her first AFW match in the loss column. She refused to give this match up just yet. Even though she couldn't move very much, she had an idea of how she might counter Valley's moonsault. She had a couple of seconds as her opponent flew through the air. A couple of seconds was all she needed for a counter as simple as the one she was cooking up. As Valley came down on her, belly to belly, Kimmy would raise up a fist, holding it right above her stomach, right where Valley should be coming down.

A normal punch was driven by the power of the swinging motion of the arm, and impacted against an unmoving target. This was essentially the opposite: Kimmy held her fist still and would rely on her opponent's own movement to "impale" her on it and cause the damage. Of course, even with her fist up, Kimmy was going to take a ton of damage from the full moonsault. But hopefully she could damage Valley, as well. Mutual destruction. With them both down, Kimmy would have a chance to catch her breath and get back up. It was better than the alternative.

That was, if Valley's stomach ran into her fist as she hoped.

The crowd went wild as Valley flew through the air, and they only went wilder when it became clear she wasn't going for a conventional move, that they were seeing something special. The camera flashes filled the stadium in a flurry of sparkling lights, growing brighter as she neared the target, and the cheers rose along with them. High-risk moves always got a good pop, but this was glorious.

Valley had been working on the double-rotation moonsault for a while now, before 2015. After she'd suffered a three-match losing streak, she'd added a lot of new moves to her repertoire, trying to get better and bolster her skills. She was in a new company, so she figured it was time to get a few new tricks. Couldn't hurt. Especially since the old ones seemed to be working less and less. If she couldn't beat a hack like Morrigan, something was wrong.

She hadn't had the chance to use it with her match against Silver Ace, didn't feel it was ready when she took on Haruka, wouldn't have even dared to try it with Natasha. But, with Kimmy Colton, she thought she had it. She really believed it would work, that this was the coup de grace she was looking for.

She found out different when she landed and felt a piercing pain shoot through her stomach, instead of soft, welcoming chest. Valley was expecting it to hurt a bit, sure, that was inevitable with a move like that. But it shouldn't have felt this bad. No, this felt like taking the worst punch in her life, straight on the belly button. She was sure that the audience was gasping or making some sort of noise, but she couldn't hear it. Not over the sound of her own cries.

Valley grasped her stomach with both arms and rolled away, making a noise that was a cross between a shriek and a squawk. Her muscles were tightening, her innards were swimming, and even the simple act of drawing in a full breath seemed to be a labor, and all she could do with her body was roll around and kick her legs, breaking out in spasms.

Valley wasn't sure what had gone wrong and she hardly cared at this point - it might've been enough to spell her doom in this match, that was all that mattered. She managed to get enough of her sense back to worry about what Kimmy was doing, and she rolled her head from side to side as her body started to settle, trying to get a lock on her.

If Kimmy hadn't raised her fist, Valley's flight would have sent the crowd into a frenzy. It might have appeared on the covers of magazines and might have had stories written about it on wrestling blogs. Anyone who looked up "full moonsault" on Google Images would have gotten a dozen different angles of Valley's rendition of the move before finding even one picture of anyone else performing the move. Perhaps it would still be that way. Valley had executed it to perfection. She had done nothing wrong.

But Kimmy had seen it coming, and, while stunned, was not so stunned or so weak at this point that she couldn't lift a fist and position it just above her own midsection, where she knew Valley intended to come crashing down. And this very simple, almost lazy defense turned out to be just what Kimmy needed to save her skin and prolong this match, perhaps even to turn the tide back in her favor—though Kimmy could hardly think about going on the offensive right now. The impact had hurt her arm, in addition to Valley's stomach, and Valley's weight still came down on her, sending another wave of pain through Kimmy's whole body. The crowd did indeed go into a frenzy, as Valley writhed in agony and Kimmy let out another cry of pain and arched her back, the two brutalized wrestlers laying side-by-side on the canvas.

Kimmy sort of felt bad for the way she had countered Valley's full moonsault. Of course, it had been perfectly legal, and technically she had barely even done anything. But it felt a little deceitful, a little cheap, and it was the sort of move that even a striker like Kimmy tried to avoid moving. But she hadn't been able to roll her body out of the way in time. It was that or a loss. She had to do all she could to win.

She turned her head, looking at the writhing Valley, then turned the rest of her body, putting her palms on the canvas. As she did, Valley managed to pull herself enough together to turn her head and look at Kimmy. Kimmy froze for a second as their eyes locked, but she couldn't afford to waste a second. Slowly, moving each body part only as much as she had to, she rolled herself onto her hands and knees. Turning her body slightly, she would then take one "step," then another, approaching the laid-out Valley Doll.

Once she was close enough, Kimmy would stop trying to crawl and would just throw her body forward, trying to cover Valley up for a basic crossbody pin. "S-sorry," Kimmy would mumble, in regards to the fist she had buried in Valley's belly, before pressing down on her opponent's shoulders to try to establish the pin despite her own exhausted state.

Even though she'd done these sorts of moves thousands of times over, Valley had a pretty high success rate of landing them. She couldn't put any hard numbers on it, but if she had to guess, her success rate was somewhere in the 80% range. Most high-fliers probably came off with about 50%, and that was because they didn't check thier target to be sure that they actually were targets, and not just traps waiting to be sprung.

Valley thought she was good at telling when her opponents were primed for a good hit from a move with some real risk to it. But it seemed like this was one of her off cases. Kimmy Colton fell in the 20%.

She forced her breathing to normalize as the rolling slowed down, getting a grip on all the pain she was dealing with as she looked into Kimmy's deep, blue eyes. There was still some life left in them. Enough to be a threat, and certainly enough for her to still win this match with a pinfall, which was exactly what she was going for.

Valley grunted as she laid on top of her and pressed down with all her weight, but she didn't try to push the Brooklyn Bruiser off just yet. Half because she wanted to make sure she was properly placed for it so she wouldn't waste precious energy on a second attempt, half because she wasn't completely sure she even had enough energy for the first attempt. Only one way to be sure.

The referee dropped down beside and the crowd joined in for the count. "1...!"

Valley readied her, tightened up her muscles, despite the pain that doing that caused her. It was hard to find some spot of her body that wasn't aching, but she soldiered through it as best as she could. She'd come too far to go out like this. Kimmy was probably thinking about the same thing, too.

"2...!"

As the referee raised her hand, Valley raised hers as well, shooting up and pulling a shoulder off the floor to break the pin. She held her arm up for a moment as a wave of cheers and a few intermingled boos came their way, everyone going crazy as the match started to reach its last legs.

She made a peace sign and let her arm flop down. Valley sighed and shook her head, with the best smile she could muster in this situation. "Nothing to apologize for." She closed her eyes and let her head roll to the side. Just taking a little rest while she could. She'd need it. "You're an amazing woman, Kimmy Colton."

Kimmy still wanted more time to recover. She could stand, if she had to, but she knew that it would hurt, and she thought that there was a chance—a small chance—that she could end this fight with a quick pinfall attempt after landing that unique punch to foil Valley's full moonsault attempt. Even if Valley kicked out of it, at least she would have a bit of the fear put into her, and she would be forced to evaluate and regroup while Kimmy bought herself a few extra seconds to recover.

As it was, that delaying action was very nearly more than that. Kimmy felt Valley squirming somewhat underneath her, testing her muscles, wiggling slightly to try to get into position. But Valley seemed exhausted, just as Kimmy was. The way Valley had been moving suggested that her body felt a lot heavier now than it did when the match began—the same way that Kimmy's did. Kimmy was on top, though, and if her body was heavier, that would only help her with this crossbody pin, and hinder Valley's escape attempt.

The count started. There was one, then there was two, and Valley continued to move underneath her, but not yet trying to force her way out of the pin. The referee's hand moved upwards for a third time, hanging there, getting ready to drop...and Valley would throw her arm upwards to break the pin, at the very last possible instant.

"Damn." With a sigh, Kimmy would roll off of her opponent and back onto her hands and knees. Chancing an extra second of rest, Kimmy would lean on her elbows, then put her head down on the ring, sweat-covered forehead touching the canvas. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply...in and out, in and out. She would lift her head and open her eyes in time to see Valley let her arm fall and her head roll to the side, taking a rest as well. Valley would start talking to her, giving Kimmy quite the compliment, and the way she phrased it made Kimmy blush.

"Ghh...you don't really need to say it like that, do ya...?" Kimmy would grumble, feeling embarrassed when Valley gave her such a glowing compliment. She was glad that Valley thought so, though. It meant a lot to have someone as famous and experienced as Valley—someone who Kimmy had been watching for years—tell her that she was amazing. It made Kimmy more confident in herself. She had not really been so sure about her decision to come over to Tokyo and continue her wrestling career as part of the toughest wrestling federation in the world. Now, she was feeling better and better about it. "But...thanks."

What would make Kimmy feel the best, of course, was walking away from this ring tonight with a victory.

Kimmy's blush made Valley smile. She couldn't help it. Not because Kimmy was so cute as she did - though, damned if she wasn't the cutest thing - but just the way she looked. So many people in the wrestling business seemed to be focused on the negative, and many older wrestlers seemed to take pleasure in stepping on the newer blood. Valley had seen far too much good talent go away because no one ever told them how good they really were, and she was glad that Kimmy wouldn't be in that number. She derserved to thrive.

"Yeah, well," Valley rolled over to her stomach, stil cradling it with one hand while she placed the other on the floor. "I'll think up a better way to phrase it later. After I win."

Valley started to push her way back up to her feet - started, before th pain in her stomach got the better of her and she was forced back down to her knees. She tried again after a moment, this time grabbing the ropes for support. It hurt, every bit of the way, but she managed to get back to both of her feet, ready and willing to face off with Kimmy again.

She swung her head around, whipping the sweaty hair out of her face so she could get a clear look at her opponent. This time, she couldn't afford any disadvantages. A single strand in her eyes was far more of a disadvantage than she wanted to allow.

Valley pushed off from the ropes and made her way back to the middle of the ring. She gingerly brought her gaurd up and motioned for Kimmy to start come at her. They were both winded, and that just meant they had to be more careful. Valley was looking for any weaknesses to take advantage of, she knew Kimmy was doing the same.

Valley now rolled over onto her stomach, too, so that the two of them were pretty much in the same position, facing each other from little more than a foot away in the center of the ring. Valley was giving Kimmy all sorts of compliments, and the younger, twenty year-old blonde wrestler was a little taken aback and uncertain how to respond. She was grateful, no doubt about that. But it was still awkward.

"I...there's no chance of that at all. You won't win," Kimmy would insist sharply, when Valley told her that she would find a better way to phrase her compliments after her victory. She would start scooting back towards the ropes at the edge of the ring, moving on her knees and pushing with a hand, having a slow time of it as she refused to turn away from Valley, keeping her eyes on her opponent as she would grope blindly backwards to find the rope with one hand. "And...don't think you can distract me!" Kimmy would declare, as, shakily, she would pull herself back up onto her feet, taking a deep breath once she got up there.

It had been a few minutes since she had been on her feet. In those very few minutes, she had had so much of her fight taken out of her, had lost so much of her strength. She was in such an inferior position to the one she had been in just three minutes earlier, but at least the same was true for Valley. At this point, both of them were bruised and close to their last gasp, two marathon runners stumbling towards the finish line with broken legs and gaping wounds. Or at least that was how it seemed to Kimmy. Neither of them was too far from collapse, but if she were to collapse, she intended to do it on top of Valley Doll's already-defeated body.

Once up on her feet, Kimmy swiped her bangs away from her face with both hands, tucking them up behind her ears, sort of. She wiped her face and tried to spit surreptitiously near the edge of the ring to clear a bitter taste from her mouth. Then, as Valley invited her to approach the center of the ring, Kimmy would put up her fists, and she would.

She approached Valley cautiously, scoping her opponent out for any weaknesses, knowing that Valley was doing the same. One opening could be the difference in this match. Kimmy was confident in her guard right now, but she thought it unlikely that Valley would present her with any obvious opportunities. Maybe she could goad Valley into it. Kimmy began to throw a fist towards Valley, momentarily opening herself up. But it was a feint. She would retract the fist, hoping that Valley would try to go for that faux opening even as it shrunk and disappeared, hoping that she could then take advantage of Valley making a less-than-ideal attack.