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

"I'm trying to use humor to throw you off your guard and distract you." Valley said in a flat tone, grimacing as Natasha's bear claws closed in around her skull and pulled her up like an unruly child."Is it working?"

That was only a half-truth. A lot of it had to do with keeping herself calm, too, and fighting back the nagging doubts in her head. She was doing good so far, and just because Natasha had control at the moment didn't mean things couldn't swing her way again.

Though, as Valley was sent sailing through the air in an expertly executed belly-to-belly suplex, she realized it might be a minute or two before that happened.

Her upper back hit the mat with a loud crash and the audience voiced their collective sympathy, wincing all around.. She could only imagine how bad it looked to them as she rolled around from side to side with clenched teeth, kicking her legs around, thrashing about on the mat like a live wire. Pain. Lots of pain. And, surely, more to come.

That felt good. Shutting Valley up by throwing her through the air and slamming her into the mat was immensely satisfying. The sight of her squirming around in pain on the mat was even better! Natasha wasn't done with her yet though, not by a long shot. She knew from firsthand experience how tough Valley was, and she knew she still had a long way to go if she wanted to win this.

She stepped towards Valley, and leaned down to start picking her back up again, grasping her arm to bring her back up to her feet. Once she was standing, Natasha would try to launch her away from herself again, just like earlier in the match, with another Irish whip. This time, though, she was aiming to throw Valley back into her corner again, trying to sling the buxom blonde straight towards it, as powerfully as she could manage.

Natasha was a good wrestler. A great one. And as such, she wasn't going to let Valley get a moment to breath - all offense, all the time. It wasn't a surprise when the Slamazon got lifted back up by the silent but deadly Russian, but just because she expected it, didn't mean she could avoid it.

Valley wasn't just sent off running. No - Natasha practiclaly hurled her across the ring, so hard and fast that her feet barely touched the mat as she was sent off. She almost didn't have enough time to turn and hit the turnbuckle with her back, and when she did, the impact almost made her fall forward. The only thing that stopped it was her hands, grabbing hold of the rope at the last second.

She shook her head, blond strands messily strewn all about, as she leaned against the corner and waited for whatever Natasha had next. She doubted it would take long to find out.

Valley was right. It wasn't going to take long at all.

The moment that Valley struck the turnbuckle, Natasha took off. She shot off like a rocket towards Valley, her boots pounding against the canvas as she raced across the ring. Her sights were set firmly on her rival, the target set straight in her eyes.

As soon as she neared Valley, the Russian jumped up, practically leaping towards her, trying to crush the Slamazon between the turnbuckle and herself with a huge body splash. She was completely confident she would find her mark, and completely sure that Valley was about to be crushed.

Valley was hurt, Valley was getting tired, but Valley was not blind. She could see Natasha, running towards a full speed with bad intentions in her eyes. Trouble, big trouble, and not just for the Slamazon. Whatever her Russian opponent was about to go for, it required her to not be able to move out of the way in time to avoid it. It was a gamble, and one she was about to lose.

The moment, the exact second, that the Wrestle Angel's feet left the ground, Valley jolted to the side and moved out of the way, giving Natasha Han nothing but a turnbuckle to crash into.

When Valley lunged out of Natasha's way, the world seemed to slow to a crawl for Natasha. She suddenly felt like time had stopped, and all she could see in front of her was the turnbuckle, with no one there to cushion her impact.

She started to lift her arms to protect herself, but she was moving too fast and it was too late. The mighty Russian slammed straight into the corner. The ring briefly shook, from the sheer impact of the Wrestle Angel slamming against the corner. Her body crashed against it, and her head slammed into the top of the turnbuckle, bouncing backwards with a sick snap. She staggered out of the corner, a dazed look on her face, and began to stumble slowly towards the center of the ring, looking as if she was completely lost and unaware of where she even was.

Valley watched and cringed as Natasha hit the turnbuckle and got knocked deep into La La Land. She'd felt that pain before. She'd been there, before. Countless time where she'd gone for a move, missed, and had a nasty wipeout. Always sucked.

That wouldn't stop her from capitalizing on it, though.

This was a golden opportunity and Valley was seizing it. She bounced off the ropes and rushed behind the staggering Natasha, getting in position. As soon she was in just the right spot, the Slamazon spun around and threw a quick roundhouse kick to the back of the Russian's knee, looking to sweep the legs out from under her.

Valley's sharp, quick kick was as dangerous as ever. It easily found it's mark on the stumbling Russian, and Natasha went tumbling to the mat with a shout and loud thud as she struck against the canvas.

She rolled onto her side and hissed, grabbing for her knee with one hand, rubbing slowly at the back of it. That had stung. She had almost forgotten how dangerous Valley's legs were. Almost.

Once again she had slipped up, and once again, she was paying for it.

"Valley! Valley! Valley!"

And there was the crowd again, right back on her side now that she'd taken the tide of the match once again. She sorely wished she could play to them a bit, get involved with them, up close and personal like she'd done in her last match. But this was one of the rare tmes she'd have to put some limits on that. Couldnt' take the risk. She'd just have to entertain the crowd with a great match.

On that note, when Natasha fell on her back, Valley knew exactly what to do. Without even a second thought, she turned away from the fallen Wrestle Angel, took a deep breeath, and flipped back, tumbling a full 450° degrees in mid-air. She came down hard with her back, crashing on Natasha's chest with a moonsault senton. A wilder version of the move she'd gone for a couple of minutes ago, though she doubted this one would miss.

Natasha let go of her leg and rolled onto her back, staring up towards the lights with half-closed eyes. Inwardly, she was berating herself, hardly believing how badly she had screwed up the match so far. She kept getting reckless, she kept making mistakes, and every time she thought she could take a lead, Valley was right there to take it back from her.

By the time that she realized that remaining on the mat was yet another mistake, it was far too late to fix things. Her eyes opened wide as she saw Valley suddenly flip into the air above her, coming down hard and fast onto her body. The Slamazon slammed into her, her back crashing onto her chest, and the Russian's entire body jerked beneath her, a sharp, pain-filled cry emerging from the woman. Her limbs shook, shooting upwards, and then right back down, settling onto the mat, sprawled to the sides of her body.