Brooklyn Bruiser vs. Valley Doll - Coast to Coast

Valley could tell from the look in Kimmy's eyes and the strength in her voice that she really and truly believed what she said. Sure, there was a little wavering near the top, some rippes as she stuttered, but underneath that was a strong undercurrent. She had the will. Maybe she didn't know exactly how she would win, had no real plan in mind, but she was certainly sure it was going to happen.

Determination was a healthy thing. Valley admired it. It wouldn't stop her from beating Kimmy, but she admired it, and she'd repay it by giving the Brooklyn Bruiser the best finish she could pull off. "I don't think I can distract you, Kimmy." She gave her a sly wink and licked her lips while she came off the ropes, their sparkling blue eyes never leaving each other for a second. Locked. Solid."I know I can."

The crowd began to clap along as the two warriors closed in for what was likely the final time, marking their moves like a war drum. Valley's eyes were wide open, searching for Kimmy's next move, scanning every little twitch she made. The Brooklyn Bruiser was getting closer and closer. She was expecting a punch, getting a good feel for how she liked to set up her moves and knowing that Kimmy probably wouldn't want to risk a kick again. The only questions were when and where it would be coming from.

She found out soon enough, or at least she thought she did. Valley saw the punch coming all the way until it stopped coming. Kimmy was coming short. A fake out. And she'd fallen for it. "Crap!"

It was too late for Valley to stop, though. She was already bringing up her guard tight in anticipation, readying for an attack that wasn't coming - not from that direction, anyway. But it was coming, she was sure of that, and it would sting like crazy when it did. Valley took a quick step back, an attempt to get out of her range before the hammer could be dropped.

Kimmy's blush didn't leave her face as she and Valley used the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring to pull themselves onto their feet for another confrontation. That was because the older wrestler kept teasing her all the while. The way Valley looked at her, winked at her, and licked her lips all made Kimmy uncomfortable. Kimmy knew the game which Valley was trying to play. It was something that one or two girls back home in New York had tried to play, too. But mind games didn't work on Kimmy.

"You think you know," Kimmy would growl in reply, right before the audience started to get louder and drowned out anything else she might have had to say. The two of them closed in, facing off again, circling each other and looking for weaknesses or openings. Kimmy employed her feint, starting to throw a punch, seemingly committing to the motion, only to retract her arm and snap it back into place at the last possible second. And it worked just the way Kimmy wanted it to.

Valley closed up her guard tight, in anticipation of the attack that was never going to come. Not from the angle she had been expecting, anyway. Kimmy had an opening now, and it might be the decisive moment of the entire match. In a second, she evaluated her options, making sure that her plan was the best possible plan for this situation. Valley's arms were up high, her head tucked in slightly, protecting her face and her chest. Kimmy would be going lower, then. One instinct insisted she send a shoulder or an elbow into Valley's stomach, but the older wrestler might be able to grab onto her that way.

Kimmy wouldn't go for a strike, then. A punch or a kick was not going to win this match. A pure wrestling takedown might. If Kimmy could get on top of Valley again, she might be able to end the match and walk away from this ring with her first AFW win against a tough, high-profile opponent.

Kimmy would lunge downwards, putting a knee behind Valley's forward leg and wrapping her arms around the Californian's thighs and grabbing onto her hips tightly. Lifting that knee back up, Kimmy would pull up with both arms, and would try to throw her body and her weight into Valley. She wanted to take Valley's legs out from under her with a double leg takedown and force Valley down onto her back, where Kimmy could throw herself on top of Valley, driving her weight into a full frontal collision that she hoped would take the wind out of Valley's sails and flatten her into the canvas. Then, as she laid herself down on top of Valley, Kimmy hoped that she would have an opening for one more brutal submission hold...

The crowd was getting amazingly loud now, reaching a level that Valley didn't even know a house show audience was capable of. Usually, the seats were filled with people who were just hanging around because they didn't have anything better to do with their day, just expecting to see a few passable matches and go home. These fans were getting far more bang for their hard-earned yen than they'd expected, and they were eager to show their appreciation. Valley loved it, and it was taking some measureable effort not to look out and see their smiling faces.

Of course, the threat of imminent injury was also a good incentive not to do that. Even though she couldn't quite guess where Kimmy's next attack would be coming from, she knew well enough to keep her chest and head protected. As Valley stepped back and shut down the hatches, keeping her guard tight, she made a mental note to work on her direct combat skills with Haley the next chance she got. Clearly, an area that needed some desperate improvement.

Preparation would only get her so far, though, and this was a case of it getting her dropped on her back. She expected something high, but instead she got something low - a double leg takedown, straight out of MMA. Valley tried to keep her legs straight and stay upright, fight the tide, but it simply was not happening. Down, down, down she went.

"No-" Valley's hands shot out, desperately reaching for ropes that were too far to be any good. She went down, and this time she dropped right on her back, no way to make it any softer. It hurt enough to make her eyes water, and one of the last cries of the match escaped her lips. Her heart was racing with heavy beats, strong enough for her to feel each thump. This was the absolute last thing she wanted with someone like Kimmy, knowing full well that there were so many ways this could lead to her losing. She could get pounded into a KO, locked in a submission she didn't have the energy to escape, even a good enough pin might be enough keep her down. Her own options were limited - her back was hurting too much to push Kimmy off while they laid chest to chest, she couldn't get her feet down well enough to toss her to the side, and she wasn't even going to think about trading blows with the Brooklyn Bruiser from this angle.

But there was one thing Valley had that she could routinely trust in: her legs. And, as she raised them up and crossed her ankles behind Kimmy's back, she prayed they would be enough.

Valley leaned back and bore down as hard as she could, putting all she had into a crushing bodyscissors on Kimmy's midsection

Kimmy was almost overwhelmed by the sound of the crowd. They were loud. So loud. The thousand or fewer people who had attended each of her New York Female Wrestling shows had never gotten this loud, even when they went absolutely nuts and all screamed together. This was a veritable roar, one that almost sounded like a riot, or maybe like the End of Days. Kimmy trembled slightly, emotions surging as she heard the crowd, some supporting her, many supporting her opponent, but all of them appreciating what the two wrestlers were doing: putting on one of the best house shows AFW had ever seen.

Maybe all the online subscribers who had access to the match were screaming and cheering, too. Kimmy hoped that her friends back home were watching. They had all helped her get to this point, and she wanted them all to watch her, and to be proud of her, and to be able to say they knew the Kimmy Colton before she had her big break.

Kimmy grabbed Valley's legs, and, with a yank and a shove, Valley went down, and Kimmy quickly came down on top of her. She used her weight to press Valley down, trying to put pressure on her foe by grinding that hurting back into the canvas. Kimmy was going to go for a pin next, even though she figured that it might not be quite time yet to finish Valley off. She wanted to use the element of surprise. She was sure that Valley wouldn't see it coming, and that she would have quite a lot of trouble removing Kimmy from her shoulders.

But Valley would make a desperate move to stay in this fight first. And, as it turned out, when Valley was desperate, she could still be very, very, very deadly.

"Gaaaaanngh!" Kimmy cried out, as she felt her midsection squeezed hard. She was already in pain, and now those two toned, deadly legs were crushing her, making her feel like her ribcage was poking into her internal organs. Her stomach felt like it might be pinched in two. All of a sudden, despite being on top, Kimmy was in a bad spot.

She was not going to take this just sitting there. She could still fight. She could still win. Valley's legs were crushing her, but Kimmy could do just as much damage to Valley as the veteran was doing to her. Kimmy would sit up a little, pulling her body up off of Valley's. Clasping her hands together, Kimmy would raise the combined fist up in the air. Then, she would bring it down, as hard as she could, onto Valley's stomach, trying to force her to let go of the scissor hold with a hard hammer blow.

Valley could feel Kimmy's heartbeat against her own chest, keeping time with her own. it was hard to tell whose chest was beating harder, as both of them made their way to the razor's edge of the match. It wasn't simply the exertion, though their bodies were certainly pushing to the limit. No, the sheer excitement of the moment was enough to get their motors motivated, and Valley intended to ride the high all the way to the finish line.

Kimmy was determined to make the experience as painful as possible, though, as she used her weight to devastating effect. Her back ached, her bones ached, the skin holding her bones ached for some reason. It was all just one writhing, massive mess of pain, and it was hard to tell where it began and ended. Valley had to dig her nails into the canvas, scratching away at the mat. Crazy, but any thing that helped take away focus from the agony she was going through was welcome.

Through it all, though, Valley maintained focus and put all her thoughts towards doing one, singular thing - squeezing. And squeezing. And squeezing.

It was a lucky thing that, for the most part, the muscles she needed for this move had gone undamaged throughout the match. She was tired, sure, but her lower body still had plenty of crushing power even if it wasn't 100%. Valley made sure not to pour her entire effort into one, long jolt, knowing that might give Kimmy the chane to get used to the pain. Instead, she broke up the pain with brief moments of relief, random spots where she'd ease up on the pressure, give the Brooklyh Bruiser a chance to breath, then hunker down harder than ever before. Relentless, methodical, and, most of all, punishing.

She didn't expect Kimmy to just lay back and take the pain, but it was easy for Valley to lose track of the world while she exerted herself like this. The hammer blow hit her toned stomach hard and made her immediately jerk up in reflex, gasping for air and wheezing to refill her lungs. There was a brief instant where her legs started to weaken, this time without any of her will, and warning bells sounded throughout her brain.

She brought her ankles back together, straightened her legs as far as she could manage them, and redoubled her efforts to slice Kimmy clean in half. At the same time, Valley reached up and brought her hands behind her opponent's neck, tried to pull her back down along with her. The closer Kimmy was, the harder it would be for her to properly use those deadly fists of hers Given the height difference, it might've put the Brooklyn Bruiser's face close to her cleavage, but she was far past the point of caring about that sort of thing. She was leaving this ring victorious, whatever it took.

Valley was not going to back down from her efforts to crush Kimmy between her long, incredibly powerful legs. She just kept squeezing and squeezing. Even if Kimmy had been at full strength when the scissor hold had been put on her, she was not sure if she would have been able to last in it for very long. Valley may not have been a striker, but kicking wasn't the only way to strengthen a leg. Valley was a flyer, and her legs were the key to all of her attacks. Movement was key for the veteran, and even when she could not move—and Kimmy was making sure that Valley could not move—she was using the muscles she developed through movement to torture Kimmy as the match neared its end.

"Kaah! Guh!" Kimmy grunted, exerting herself almost past the point of exhaustion as she would try to find a way to slip out from between Valley's legs, tried to find a position where she would not be in so much pain from the scissor hold. Her back and body had already been hurting, and now, Kimmy felt as though she were being torn in half. She wondered how long it would take to recover after this match. Certainly, it would be significantly longer than it had ever been back in New York. With New York Female Wrestling, Kimmy had occasionally done multiple matches in one week. She doubted that she would be up to that task after finishing up with Valley here tonight.

Valley's scissor hold was expertly applied, as she varied the intensity of her squeezing. Every few seconds, she eased up, and Kimmy, though she knew better, felt an instinctual rush of relief every time it happened. Maybe Valley's legs were tiring, maybe she was passing the point of exhaustion, as well, and the scissor hold wouldn't last. But it did last. An instant later, Valley's legs would be squeezing Kimmy even more powerfully than before, or so it felt to the Brooklyn Bruiser. And Kimmy would yell louder than she had been before, her eyes starting to water as the scissor hold drained her of all her strength.

Kimmy's hammer blow helped. For a second, Valley's hold weakened again, and this time Kimmy thought that it might be for real. This couldn't be a trick—Valley's gasps for breath were clearly genuine. But, sadly, though it may have been real, it was not lasting. Valley started squeezing just as hard as before within seconds, and it seemed that she did not intend to give Kimmy another chance to hammer her stomach. Valley grabbed onto Kimmy's head and dragged it down, putting Kimmy's face right up against her chest. Under other circumstances, Kimmy might have blushed in embarrassment. But her face was already far, far redder under much more serious circumstance.

"L-let...go!" she croaked, as she tried to punch Valley's stomach again, as hard as she could. It was more difficult at close range. She did what she could, slamming her fist against the older blonde's stomach repeatedly, but with only a couple of inches between the starting and ending points of the punch, Kimmy knew she wasn't doing much damage. Meanwhile, she started to feel funny. Her head felt light, and felt like it was beginning to spin. Every breath felt like it stabbed a knife deeper and deeper into her chest. Her stomach felt as thought it would come spilling out of her skin.

Desperate, Kimmy tried to surprise Valley with a different sort of effort. She would try to move her hands up to Valley's shoulders, hoping that she might be able to pin her opponent and get a count going. Maybe Valley would be distracted from her scissor hold to address that. Or maybe she wouldn't notice and Kimmy could win on a three-count. Maybe...maybe...

Valley was squeezing hard. Quite frankly, she might've been squeezing too hard. It was reaching a point where the exertion was straining her muscles, a constant struggle just to keep up the relentless pressure. Even as strong as her thighs were, there was only so much she could do with them and so long she could do it. More than a few of the pained grunts spilling out of Valley's lips were due to her own efforts, as she pushed herself further and further to the breaking point.

She shut her eyes, pushing out the tears that had been welling up and letting them mix in with her sweat. Just a little longer, just a little harder. Almost there. "I'll let go when you tap out." Valley buried her face into Kimmy's hair and cut away at her midsection with a few quick and nasty jolts. "So just tap out!"

The crowd had a brief surge as the Brooklyn Bruiser tried to punch her way out of this, and Valley was so wrapped up in the moment that she couldn't tell who was cheering for her or against her. Hardly mattered. The punches stung, sure, but they were a pale shadow of the ones she'd been taking for the bulk of the match. They might've been a problem if Kimmy had a few minutes to keep drilling them in, but she didn't have anywhere near that amount of time. This wasn't the glamorous, death-defying way that Valley liked to end her matches, but it was solid and it was working.

"1...!"

Valley's head jolted up and swung around to see the referee on her knees beside them, already raising her hand for the second count. Confusion filled her mind for a hot second, as she tried to figure if they'd drawn an idiotic official for this match, but realization struck hard as soon the second count came. Her shoulders were on the mat. Kimmy was pinning her, and Valley was so focused on her hold that she'd barely noticed.

"2...!"

She acted and acted fast, bringing her shoulders off the mat right as the referee started to bring her hand down for the last count. The crowd went into a frenzy at the nearfall, cheering and yelling and jumping and screaming, but Valley wasn't finished. She'd avoided the pin, but as long as they were in this position, it would be a constant threat. There was no way she was coming this far and losing like that, so she had to take neutralize the problem.

She pressed Kimmy hard against her chest, wanting to get as much damage as she could out of the hold, then lifted up her shoulders up and jerked hard to the right, trying to force the Brooklyn Bruiser to roll over to her side while Valley kept the bodyscissor tight. With the both of them laying with one of their shoulders to the mat, there was less chance of any surprise pins sneaking out. More importantly than that, it took the pressure of her back and gave her less pain to deal with, which meant she able to focus on crushing Kimmy more than ever.

"Do you want to get knocked out, Colton? Huh?" Valley shook her head from side to side, while her legs chewed away at Kimmy's stomach like a set of giant teeth, just grinding away at her ribs with malicious force. "Just. Tap!"

Valley was imploring Kimmy to tap out, practically screaming it right in Kimmy's ear to try to convince her that it was the only way to end this fight. Well, Kimmy was having none of that. She had never tapped out before, and she was not going to tap out here and now. Valley was, by far, the toughest opponent Kimmy had ever faced, but Kimmy was certain that she could beat Valley. She had proven that she could stand toe-to-toe with Valley and fight the longtime veteran on her own terms. For all Kimmy knew, Valley might be demanding she tap out because her legs were tiring and she knew her scissor hold couldn't last much longer.

Whatever the case, Kimmy was not tapping out. She knew that she had ways to get out of this and win this fight. She was not tapping out.

Her first attempt at getting out of the predicament she was in was her sneak pin attempt on Valley, and Kimmy would be damned if it hadn't come very, very close to working. Valley had no idea what was going on when the referee began the count. It was only when the referee's count reached two that Valley realized what Kimmy was trying to do and the sort of danger that she was actually in. The referee's hand went up. Kimmy tried to push down on Valley's shoulders as hard as she could, hoping that Valley's upward surge couldn't break her free in time to beat the count.

But Kimmy's arms couldn't manage that. Maybe the angle she was pinning Valley at was too awkward. Maybe her arms were just too tired. But Valley got her shoulder off the canvas, and Kimmy's pinfall attempt was thwarted by that much.

"D-damn it!" Kimmy cursed, sorely disappointed that that hadn't worked. It had been so close. Now, she knew she had to find an escape route, not a smart way to circumvent the hold. Escape would become that much harder, too, when Valley turned them over onto their sides. Kimmy tried to fight it, but she really had no chance, no purchase on the canvas and no way to fight the powerful levering motion of Valley's legs. Valley turned them over onto their sides, and Kimmy found one arm underneath her, functionally useless, and herself with, suddenly, significantly fewer options.

Valley demanded that she submit again, but Kimmy shook her head wildly, her hair flinging sweat in all directions. "No! No, damn it! Fuck that!" Kimmy yelled, as she kept on resisting. Her whole body was starting to feel heavy now. Her vision was splotchy, and fuzzy, and her head was spinning in a way that made her nauseous. Between that and the pain in her midsection, she felt as if she was going to puke. She brought one arm up to try to pry Valley's leg away from her stomach, but she knew that it was too little, too late.

"Gah...gah..."

Breathing was becoming labored, and Valley was refusing to lighten up on her scissor hold. Kimmy's vision was taken over by a big burst of light, which bordered a much deeper expanse of darkness, like she had just laid down and stood up too quickly. She tried to scream again, and it only came out as a gurgling noise in her throat. She felt like she was drowning in sweat, overheating from the hot arena lights. She blinked, her eyes fluttering, then realized that she had begun to drift off. Her eyes snapped open again. She couldn't let herself black out here. It looked like victory was impossible, after all. She had given it all she could, but...

"Grrrhn...I—ullrrguh—!"

She had wanted to say more, but now she couldn't see anything and she could barely even feel what was happening to her body. Slowly, Kimmy slumped over, her hand falling away from Valley's leg, her mouth hanging open as she spent her last second of consciousness gasping for breath before falling away.

"Tap..." Squeeze. "...out! Tap... Squeeze "...out! Tap... Squeeze!

Valley punctuated her demands with rhythmic jolts, now that she had enough confidence in her position that predictability wasn't a problem. Kimmy was spry, feisty, smart, but none of those things could save her here. If there was a way to escape this, the Slamazon couldn't imagine it - all she had to do was keep up the vice grip, and the match would be hers to take. She was sure of it. Not so sure that she was going to ease up, but still...

No, what really worried her now was Kimmy. Not because Valley expected some miraculous turnaround to occur - though, really, it would not have been the weirdest thing with someone like this - but because the woman absolutely refused to tap out. She knew, she had to know, just how helpless her situation was at the moment. She couldn't not see that there was no way Valley was letting up on the hold, and that she just didn't have the space for the counterattack she needed. Valley had known too many good wrestlers who had promising careers, but then wound up taking an unnecessary injury. All because they didn't quit when they really should have.

Her only choice was to tap. So why wasn't she tapping?

"Don't be stubborn!" Valley growled, speaking right into Kimmy's skull. "Just tap! Just-"

Valley had never put someone out with a hold, and she'd only been knocked once herself this way, but all the same, she recognized the telltale signs the minute Kimmy started showing them. The struggles were weakening. The eyes were fluttering. The spasms were coming fewer and farther between. The Brooklyn Bruiser's body was closing up shop for a little while, whether it wanted to or not. She could fight it all she wanted, but no matter how tough Kimmy was, she needed to breathe. Out she went.

Valley sighed and eased up on the hold, as the referee moved over and lifted Kimmy's hand for the count. "1..." She didn't release the scissors, kept her ankles cross, but that was just a precaution in case the platinum-haired princess was more sly than she seemed. "2..." She stared hard at referee, watching as the hand that had been battering her around all during the match was lifted up for one, last time.

3!"

She finally let go of the scissors as the referee jumped up and called for the bell, flopping over to her back as Kimmy's lifeless body did the same. She couldn't see the crowd as she laid there and stared up, but she could hear them well enough. She could've heard applause like this if she'd been outside the thick arena. Fans were standing up, clapping, going wild at the fine show they'd just seen, and it all made Valley smile. The only way it could be better would be if she weren't the only one savoring the adulation. That had to be fixed.

"Kimmy?" Valley rolled over to her knees, looking down at Kimmy from the side, blowing aside some of her sweaty hard to get a better view. She gave the Brooklyn Bruiser a few shakes on the shoulder, hoping she could rejoin the land of the living soon.

Kimmy was not out all too long. She might not have ever even fully lost consciousness, or at least that was what she would tell herself later, when she was thinking back on the match and how it ended. Her body went limp, and her eyes closed, and she stopped responding to outside stimuli, but her brain didn't stop working. She was thinking about the match, and about Valley Doll, and about everyone back in Brooklyn. She hoped that they wouldn't be too hard on her for dropping this one.

She felt waterlogged, more than anything. She felt like she was as heavy as a rock, sinking into a lake full of her own sweat. She felt lethargic, and all of her senses were deadened, as she could no longer feel Valley's legs around her, and could only barely feel the canvas on her back, or the warmth of the lights which was causing her to overheat. As she came to some more, she felt the canvas and the lights, but only felt the residual pain of the scissor hold. Valley had let her go. Well, that could only mean that the referee had counted her out and the match was over. Crap.

Kimmy would open her eyes, and once again she saw that ribbon of light surrounding a pool of darkness obscuring everything from her vision. But this time, it seemed that she was emerging from that pool rather than falling into it. Her vision slowly returned, blurry and scattered at first, and then in more substantial fashion, as she was able to discern the individual lights, the cheering crowd going wild on its feet, and the referee hovering a few feet away in one of the corners. At right about that time, Kimmy felt herself being shaken, and Valley's face floated into her field of vision.

"Err..." Kimmy groaned, feeling a massive rush of emotions that she wasn't ready to deal with in her state. It had been a great match, and Valley had been nothing short of wonderful, introducing Kimmy to the crowd and giving her such an intense debut match. At the same time, of course, Kimmy wasn't exactly sure she wanted to talk to her opponent at this time, right after Valley had knocked her out with that scissor hold and finished off the match.

Kimmy groaned and shook her head slightly. All of the pain was starting to come back to her, now, and she needed a bit to recover. She put her hands on her face and breathed deeply, trying to close herself off from Valley and the audience for a second so that she could not only have a chance to recover, but also a chance to try to work things out in her head before she made a fool of herself in front of everyone.