Natasha Han vs. Valley Doll II - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

This was the third match in a row where Valley had taken some serious pain in her breasts, and as she leaned against the ropes, hissing as the nerves on her chest lit on fire, it only reinforced her idea about surgery. Her chest hadn't been a problem with the Slamazons, but it was starting to become a handicap in the AFW.

It was an interesting thought, but one she didn't have long to contemplate before Natasha was on her again. The kick landed on target, striking Valley with enough force to lift her off her feet. This time there was no biting back the shriek - a short, piercing scream as she was knocked into the turnbuckle.

This was starting to go down a bad path, and Valley's first step to stopping it was getting out of this corner. She stumbled to the side and slid along the ropes, holding onto them for support as she slinked away.

Natasha grit her teeth, watching in grim satisfaction as Valley screamed, getting blasted into the turnbuckle by her kick. She was in control, complete control of the match. All of her training and preparation was already paying off, and it seemed that all Valley could do for now was shriek and try to get away.

Natasha wasn't letting her get away, not unless it was done by her rules.

She stepped after Valley and reached for her arm. She grabbed it tightly in both hands, and gave the woman a quick jerk, pulling her away from the ropes. She yanked her away, until she had enough room to attempt to sling the blonde across the ring, trying to send her flying towards the opposite ropes with an Irish whip.

Relentless, brutal offense.

That was Natasha's strategy, and it was working beautifully, allowing her to set the pace right from the onset. All Valley could do was stumble away, and she wasn't even allowed to do that for long - sure enough, she was under attack again a scant moment later, sent her off with a hellish Irish Whip.

But this was Valley's chance - she was moving, she was free, she had space to maneuver. She hit the ropes and came back at full speed, keeping an eye out for whatever move Natasha was planning as she stormed across the ring.

Natasha braced herself, ready for Valley's rebound. She planted her feet against the mat and narrowed her eyes towards the Slamazon, watching her carefully as she waited for the American to return to her.

Her plan was simple. As soon as Valley neared her, she was going to scoop her up into her arms, and drop her into the mat with a great big powerslam. Nothing fancy or complex, just pure and simple brute force.

She waited patiently, waiting for just the right moment, and as Valley began to near her again she lunged in, lifting her arms to grab for her rival.

In theory, this was were Valley shined, how she could turn the match around. Natasha was faster than before, but speed was still her advantage. It hadto be.

Her plan was to hit her heftier opponent with a flying crossbody, bring her down fast and maybe even score a quick pinfall. That plan wound up getting shot when Natasha got a lot closer than the Slamazon liked, a lot faster than she expected. Suddenly she was going for a ride, a wild one that ended with her flat on her back and in a world of pain.

Her back arched right after the crash and she writhed about on the floor, squirming left and right. "Okay," She spoke through a groan as her back straightened, "This could be going better."

Natasha caught Valley and hefted her up, slamming her squarely down into the mat beneath her sightly bigger, heavier body. She felt the blonde squirming beneath her, and at the sound of her groaned words she smirked, showing a rare crack in her serious expression.

She started to rise up off of Valley, reaching for the blonde's arm to lift her back up to her feet, too. She went to stand, giving the Slamazon a jerk to pull her up. Once they were both standing, she slipped one arm over Valley's shoulder, the other going low to snake between her legs. Once again, she was going for the simple maneuver, attempting to lift Valley back up again and slam her right back into the mat.

Chants were starting to rise up in the crowd, as Valley's fans began to rally behind her. They could see what she was feeling, that this was where the rubber met the road. Getting the momentum was only getting harder with each move Natasha did, and if she got one more in, it might push things to the point of no return. Valley could accept losing against someone as skilled as this, but she couldn't accept losing like that that.

As she was lifted up for another slam, she pushed off the mat with her feet and added to the momentum, letting Natasha carry her all the way up and sliding off her shoulder before she could get dropped again. Valley landed behind her and immediately went into action, swinging her leg out with a lightning fast roundhouse kick to the mighty Russian's thigh.

Natasha began to lift up Valley, but even she was surprised by how easy it was this time. It took her a moment to realize that it was because Valley had given her some assistance, but by that point, it was too late.

The Slamazon slipped behind her, and before she could turn to face her foe, Natasha felt her rival's kick slamming into her thigh. She cried out as her leg buckled beneath her, and dropped to one knee, hissing in pain and cursing herself for getting too confident against the woman.

And down Natasha went.

It was only one attack, but Valley couldn't help but get her smile back as her opponent went down to her knee. Now the ball was in her court, and she knew exactly what to do with it.

Without missing a single beat, she jumped over to Natasha's side and lashed out with another fierce roundhouse kick, aiming this one at the Russian's chest. A little payback for that nasty chop she took - petty, sure, but effective, and it kept her momentum going.

Natasha had almost forgotten how fast Valley was. Almost. If she had been watching the match and not taking part in it, she might have been impressed by how quickly the Slamazon jumped to her side, swinging that leg around towards her again.

It struck her dead center in her chest, and the Russian hissed, reeling backwards but not quite falling over, not yet. She grabbed at herself, clutching her chest with both hands, feeling a stinging pain coursing through her upper body.