Gemma Faraday vs. Valley Doll - Age Before Beauty

Valley got a lot of her leg's power into that kick, sinking her toe deep into Gemma's toned stomach and getting an appropriate reaction. She wasn't blind to the look of concern and anguish on Gemma's face, and if she'd seen it a minute ago, it might've given her some pause. Now, though? She gave her a little shake of the head, but that was the only acknowledgement. Valley had already extended a hand to her opponent, only to have that hand slapped away.

Now, the Slamazon was giving her a foot. A lot of feet, actually, and all of them delivered with devastating force. Back home, they called her the Chick of 1,001 Kicks. Silly name, but fairly accurate, and Gemma was about to sample some of the rougher ones.

The first step was getting her away from the ropes and making sure she stayed there. Valley reached over and grabbed Gemma's top, pulling her out of the corner while she suffered. From there, she hopped to the Air Raid Siren's side and swung her leg low with a sharp shin kick aimed at the back of her knee. Another one followed right after that in rapid succession, hitting the same spot with the same force without her foot touching the ground in between, as Valley tried to make her opponent stumble forward.

Gemma saw Valley shake her head dismissively, and felt her heart sink in response. The vet was pissed, now, and she was out for blood. Gemma was still trying to keep from going down, off of that last, devastating kick. And now, it seemed many more were on their way.

Strike after strike battered the svelte young Brit's body, rocking her back and forth, battering her without mercy. Gemma could only pull her arms closer, defensively, and try her best to weather the storm.

Gemma looked down with shock and shame, as Valley took firm hold of her top, exposing an embarrassing amount of Gemma's cleavage as she whipped her out of the corner and making her look even more vulnerable. "H-hey!" she protested, weakly. When the next kick hit home, right to the shin, Gemma could only cry out, "Naaaow!" and stumble forward. Gemma felt like a lamb being led to slaughter, Valley's deftly applied kicks leading her right to the center of the ring. Helpless and vulnerable, Gemma's trembling, battered body stumbled out of the corner with no protest to Valley's lead. The Brit looked her opponent in the eye, just for a moment, her desperation evident in her eyes.

Valley was genuinely starting to hate this match more and more. She very much wanted to like Gemma, but the woman kept making it so difficult, it was hard to not want to kick her all the way up the entrance ramp. She could tell there was a good wrestler, here - she had the body, seemed to have some good moves, and was daring and tough on top of it all. But the pressure was on, and she didn't seem able to access any of it.

"Hey, don't give me the puppy dog eyes." She looked back in Gemma's eyes as she follwed her to the center of the ring, keeping things tight. "It's not like I didn't try to be nice."

That was what she was telling herself, anyway.

Looking to end things as soon as she could, Valley decided to just set up for something big and finish her, now that the kicks had worn away her defenses. She reached up, grabbed Gemma's head from both sides, spun around fast and pulled her over the shoulder, dumping the Air Raid Siren flat on her butt with a quick snapmare. As soon as she hit, Valley gave her an immediate and sharp shin kick to the back, making sure she stayed sitting up for a few more moments.

Gemma took her beating full-on, pulling her arms tight and doubling over as Valley's toned legs struck her harder and harder. Gemma was fully aware of how hard the skilled veteran was owning her, and the humiliation wasn't helping much to motivate any sort of response.

Valley's words caught Gemma off-guard, made her keenly self-conscious about how pathetic she must look. Gemma bit her lip, and tried to muster an offense. A block, a catch, anything to stop the barrage of blows battering down the Blonde, busty Brit's beaten body.

Through the pain, however, Gemma was only able to stumble on her boots, and let her arms weakly swing upwards to limply graps as Valley's legs, failing to prevent a single kick. Gemma stumbled out of the corner clumsily, her vision blurry as tears streamed down her face. The steampunker didn't even realize Valley's attack had halted, until she felt firm, toned arms grasping her around the head and neck.

Gemma went tumbling end over end, a solid fall to the mat sending waves of pain up from her bottom, through her tailbone and all the way up her spine. Gemma winced, her back arched, and she moaned in pain. Then, she felt Valley's boot strike her back hard, making the already intense pain flare up even harder. Gemma's body began to slowly sag forward. Her spine still arched, chest thrust forward, arms frozen in pain. A grimace of agony was on her face, but she still fought back. Clenching her teeth, Gemma couldn't get up from her seated position, but she wasn't about to let herself fall. Instead, the Brit rocked herself backwards, loosening hair waving with the effort as she remained in a seated position, even if she couldn't protect herself in it.

It wasn't just the impact from Valley's kicks that was impressive, it was the sound they made. When Valley landed the shin kick on Gemma's back, a mighty crack rang out through the arena, echoing all over, and the crowd recoiled at it. They were still cheering her on, firmly behind her, but she could read them well enough to know that she was walking a dangerous line. There was a difference between working an opponent over and simply torturing her, and she had to be mindful of it.

She nodded to the crowd and stepped back, making sure their attention was focused. She was about to tie a ribbon on this. One more move would do it.

Valley bounced off the ropes behind her and sprung forward, coming at Gemma from behind. Instead of running into her, she jumped over the seated siren and kept going, running to the other side of the ring as she continued to pick up momentum. She turned around and hit the ropes once again, coming back towards Gemma's front with all the speed she could muster, her short hair whipping behind her as she dashed.

She waited until the last moment, and then she jumped and shot both of her legs towards Gemma's chest, trying to slam into her with the most powerful front dropkick she could throw.

Gemma's body rocked back and forth, struggling helplessly to keep upright with every kick. The resounding echo of Valley's boots off her body, along with the resounding cheers of the crowd, filled Gemma's ears.

The last kick, a harsh strike right across Gemma's shoulderblades, put her firmly on her knees. Gemma's head sunk, for a moment, hair dangling over her face. The young Brit looked so amazingly defeated in that moment, so hurt, that the crowd keyed in. Valley had her beaten down, but she was walking a keen line towards malice.

Gemma's vision was blurred, but she saw the motion of white and pink as Valley bounced off the ropes, flew over her, and came back off the ropes once more. Gemma's wide eyes opened even wider, as she tried to keep pace with the veteran's motions. The Brit knew what was coming, but how could she prepare a response?

Gemma tried to sit up, only to be met with a pair of white boots aimed squarely at her chest. Gemma hadn't been prepared for that, had no time to respond. Instead, she took Valley's kick full-on, hard soles colliding with her soft chest and driving her back straight into the mat. "Aaauggghhh!" she screamed, as her upper body snapped back prone. Gemma's legs kicked out, her arms flailed, but only weakly. Hair arrayed around her head wildly, face shaking back and forth as she stared at the arena lights, Gemma tried to push through the pain. All she really knew, however, was that the veteran Valley had laid her low yet again, and that she was still scrambling to respond ...

Cameras were flashing like crazy with every step Valley took, as she whipped and whirled around the ring at breakneck speeds. The crowd knew a finishing run when they saw it, and they were more than ready for this display to be over. It wouldn't be in the Top Ten AFW Matches of the Week - hentai matches usually dominated that list, anyway - but there had been some decent moves, she'd gotten to show the people a few tricks, gave them some flash. Valley was satisfied.

Her dropkick landed on target and put Gemma down while many in the crowd stood up, anticipating what was about to happen. It wasn't her proper finisher, but after everythng Valley had thrown at her in the last few seconds, it should've been enough to do the job.

Valley rolled backwards, landed on her knees, then hopped forward and grabbed one of Gemma's legs while she laid her back across her chest, securing a tight pin. The referee dropped fast and started up the count, slapping the mat hard, and the Slamazon pumped her fist into the air with every hit.

"1...!"

Gemma's toned legs kicked up into the air helplessly, as Valley planted her flat on her back. The roar of the crowd overwhelmed her ears, as Gemma writhed on the mat. It was clear they were expecting a quick finish, from here. Clear that none of them thought the young Brit had anything left in the tank. Gemma's eyes squinted and her face reddened in frustration.

Gemma's chest was screaming in agony, after Valley planted her on the mat. Between that and her aching spine, part of her wanted nothing more than to just lie there and go to sleep. Gemma's body was threatening to shut down on her, just trying to escape the pain and ache of it all, her legs kicking weakly in pain as she struggled vainly to get back up.

When Gemma felt Valley's taut body press down over hers, hooking her leg, pinning her against the mat, her frustration only mounted. The crowd gathered in on the pin count, everyone in the arena assuming it was all over. The assumption burned at Gemma, the sense that they were all already counting her out offending the Brit on a deep level. Even the ref seemed to be getting right in on it, counting with vigor.

"2 ...!"

Gemma planted her hands firmly against Valley's back, biting her lip. With everything she had, Gemma bucked her hips, thrusting her legs against Valley's hold to try and throw the veteran off. Needing this on a fundamental level, the steampunker tried to throw Valley off, break the pin, and keep herself alive, if for no other reason than to prove that she wasn't going down, like this.

Valley breathed a sigh of relief as she laid across Gemma's chest and pressed her down, securing the pin. The referee's hand hit the mat for the second count, came back up, and she knew, she knew, that would be the end of it. Gemma was done. Now, they could go to the back, talk things out like women, and hopefully leave on a good note. The perfect way to end her day at Friction.

And then Gemma kicked out.

Valley sat up with astonishment and disbelief all across her eyes, staring out into the stands. She looked to the referee as the audience gave Gemma a healthy round of applause,  respecting her reselience and a drive. "Two?" Valley held up two fingers, just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

"Two." The referee nodded as she made her way back to her feet, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Valley looked over her shoulder and brushed a few hairs out of her face, getting a good look at the struggling woman behind her.  As much as she admired the drive, there was such a thing as knowing when to quit, too, and Gemma didn't seem to get that lesson. So Valley would just have to take qutting out of the equation.

With some grim determination and a steely gaze, Valley spun around on her butt and grabbed Gemma's head, pulling her over between her legs. She wrapped her thighs around the younger wrestler's head, tucked her right ankle behind the back of her left knee, and put Gemma in a tight figure-four headlock - her signature move, Trapped in the Valley!

"Ghhaaahh!" Gemma cried out, as she pushed Valley's body off of her. For the moment, it allowed the Brit to start drawing breath into her body again, chest heaving as she took in air. Gemma's head was a blur, after the fact. She could sense Valley's frustration, arguing the count with the ref. The roar of the crowd filled her ears, nearly overwhelmed her, after the kick-out.

Gemma's legs and arms were twitching pathetically, as she tried to regain her strength. She was failing to roll herself up off her back. She wasn't getting back to her feet, like she would have hoped. She still needed time, and unfortunately Valley didn't seem willing to give that to her. In fact, the vet seemed quite bent on finally taking Gemma out, once and for all.

Before the Brit knew what was happening, she saw the white and pink spin of Valley, adjusting her position to try and trap Gemma. Valley's toned legs were closing in on her, now, the sight of Valley's muscular bronze legs closing in the only things in Gemma's field of vision. Before the young Brit knew it, Valley's thighs were clasped hard around her neck, choking the life out of her.

Gemma immediately began flailing, air escaping her in a pained whine. "Nnnnnghhhnnooo~!" she whimpered, long and loud. Desperate, feeling the room get darker and colder with each passing second, Gemma began to try and buck her legs toward the rope. "Nnnnhooooo ..." she moaned, knowing that each second in the hold drew her closer to defeat. That sudden realization of her mortality, seemed to bring the high-flyer back to life. She kicked her boots out, time and again, hoping that each thrust of her legs would be the one that finally brought her to the ropes. And then, once there, Gemma would try use those ropes for leverage. The high-flyer wanted to throw herself up and over her attacker, flip over Valley, and try to escape the lethal figure-four in a way that wouldn't just force Valley to release, but put Gemma at the advantage.