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

Valley wouldn't say that she got some sadistic pleasure out of hurting Natasha, but she couldn't lie: it felt good to hear her cry after the impact. Not so much for the damage itself, but because she knew that meant she was back on the offense, controlling the match once more.

In fact, she could do a little more than that, couldn't she? Valley laid back, grabbed one of Natasha's legs, pressed against her chest and went for the pin.

The referee dropped fast and went right to work. "1...!"

Again with the pin. For the second time this match, Natasha felt insulted. She still had plenty of fight in her, and regardless of whether or not Valley was the one in control of the match, Natasha was still far from beaten.

Before the referee's hand could even get halfway to the mat for the second count, Natasha jerked her body to break the count. Her shoulder came up, and she let out an angry shout, bucking her body to try and throw Valley off of herself.

Valley jerked up and flopped away as Natasha broke the pin. She looked back at her over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, honestly surprised she didn't at least get a two count with that move. Judging from the scattered applause, the audience felt the same way. Where this woman was puling energy from, she couldn't even begin to guess. Fortunately, she had a good way to drain off a significant chunk of it.

Instead of getting back up, she swung around on her back and reached over, getting a tight grip on Natasha's head. Without a word of ceremony, she pulled the Russian towards her, brought her legs around her neck, tucked an ankle under her knee and tried to lock in her signature submission move - the figure-four headlock, Trapped in the Valley!

Natasha may have broken the pin, but she was still reeling from Valley's senton. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts and focus her energy, but Valley wasn't going to give her that chance, and the woman was in the perfect position to punish the Russian for breaking the pin.

When Valley's legs slithered around her, catching themselves around her neck, tightening into the dreaded figure-four headlock, Natasha knew she was in trouble. Panic instantly set itself across her expression, and her hands quickly reached for the Slamazon's legs, the Wrestle Angel trying to grip them tight, trying to pry them lose. She started to kick her own legs against the mat in frustration, the Russian having been through this hold before, and knowing fully what it would mean if she couldn't find a quick escape.

The crowd cheered as Valley locked in her signature, and chants started to break out, cheering her name...but not just her name. Natasha probably wouldn't be able to hear it through the thighs wrapped around her skull, but there were a few 'Han' chants mixed in the bunch as well. Old Wrestle Angel purists? Maybe. But it was good to see that the talented Russian between her legs had her followers, too.

It jwas just a passing thought, and Valley didn't let it linger too long. She laid back, propped up on her elbows, and focused on bringing out the full power of her legs, summoning the strength she'd crafted through thousands and thousands of hard hours in the gym. Her legs began to swell, growing tight and taut, and the pressure kept on pouring down on Natasha's head. "Tap or nap!" She called out, right before she gritted her teeth and hit the Russian with another wave of power.

Natasha didn't hear their chants. She was occupied, too busy trying to pry apart Valley's legs to pay attention to the crowd.

As Valley sat up, and began to crank out even more pressure then before, the dread began to build up inside Natasha. It seemed like the Slamazon's hold was even stronger then the last time Natasha had faced her, and with each passing second, she could feel her energy and her strength being sapped away from her. It felt like a vise around her neck, slowly turning more and more, forcing her to have to deal with more pressure then any human should ever have to tolerate.

When she heard Valley yelling at her, she grit her teeth, determined to neither tap or nap. She was going to escape this, but when Valley flexed her legs again, she cried out, shuddering in the blonde's deadly grasp. She was trapped, for the moment, and as the seconds rolled by, she began to wonder if she could even find the strength to escape.

On some level, Valley had to question the wisdom of using this move. She'd applied it numerous time over the past few months, and it was a good go-to for a submission. A nice way to wear on the enemy and get a little recovery in the process. But she'd never gotten a submission with it. She'd never knocked anyone out in the AFW. She'd gotten close, sure, but never reached the goal.

This time could've been different, though. Natasha was thrashing around, but not getting much of anywhere, desperately clawing away her legs for any break in the pressure. She wouldn't find any. Valley grabbed her leg and pulled it back to increase the pressure even further, her back was arched, every bit of power she could spare was going right into her thighs. The referee began to get close, keeping her keen eyes wide open for the slightest hint of a tap.

Granted, she had been here before, hadn't she? The last time, this didn't go so well for Valley. But if things started to look like a repeat of the last time, she would deal with it. If it came to that, at all.

"Give!" She flexed. "Up!" Again, even harder. "Han!" One more, her hardest yet.

With each flex of Valley's legs, Natasha's body spasmed, the Russian seemingly at her complete and total mercy. For the audience, it looked like Natasha was done for. She wasn't moving on her own anymore, and wasn't even trying to fight back.

But Natasha knew otherwise. They couldn't tell, but she was fighting back in her own way.

Valley's words, her loud demands, were getting to Natasha. A lesser woman may have broke at the sound of her voice, but Natasha was using her words to fuel her desire to escape. She may not have looked like it, but she was focused, trying to gather her strength for her reversal. She wasn't going to lose this without trying, and even if she couldn't escape, she had already decided that she would pass out rather then tap to the Slamazon.

A few moments after Valley's final squeeze, Natasha's eyes shot open. She groaned, loud, and defiantly, and reached for the woman's legs again, grabbing on tightly to her thighs. Her body suddenly twisted, jerking upwards, the Russian trying to quickly roll herself over, and onto her belly, just like she had done in her first match with Valley!

Valley had a pretty good memory, especially when it came to her matches. She remembered, quite well, what happened the last time she tried this move with Natasha, and exactly how she escaped. Apparently the audience did, too, because they they started up with rhythmic clapping the moment she rolled over to her stomach and forced Valley to follow along. They knew what was coming, and it would be every bit as impressive as the last time. If it happened.

Valley planted her hands on the floor, lifted up her lower body, and gave her hips a quick downward jerk, ramming Natasha's head into the canvas. It was an awkward move, and she couldn't get much power behind it, but she was hoping it might dissuade the raging Russian before she could do what Valley knew she was about to do. "Stay down!"

Natasha cried out, as Valley slammed her face into the canvas, the Russian momentarily halting her actions. She was close, she was so close to being able to escape this. She had made it onto her belly, but Valley wasn't stupid, and the blonde knew what was coming. Natasha was all too aware that this wasn't going to be as easy as last time (as if it was really that easy in the first place!), but she had to keep going. She had to at least try.

Her hands came up, grabbing onto Valley's legs, while she slowly brought her knees up under her own body. She was still gagging, still trying to take in air, but she was so close. She had to keep herself moving. She gripped Valley's thighs in her hands, and slowly, ever-so-slowly, she began to power her way up to her feet, her body hunched over as she rose, the Slamazon's legs still tight around her neck.