Rematch: Morrigan Vs. Valley Doll

"Hngh!"

Morrigan grunted as she was tugged up by the hair, too exhausted for even a retort, snarky or genuine. She thought about throwing a punch or an elbow, but her body wasn't as fast as her mind and before she knew it, she was sent running off towards the turnbuckle.

At the last moment, she turned around, just in time to keep from crashing into it chest first and then slumped, her butt resting on the middle turnbuckle as she panted, sweat dripping off her.

Valley was back into the rhythm. Every move had a purpose, every step worked to the greater whole, and even though there was still some real pain from the beating Morrigan gave her, she could push past it for a little while longer. She didn’t let up for a second after she released Morrigan from the Irish Whip and started running after her the moment she was released, sprinting across the ring and staying in her shadow.

She turned around right as Morrigan did the same and did a short hop, letting the momentum carry her the rest of the way. Valley’s arm came up and she crashed into her opponent with a sharp back elbow, driven right into her chest with reckless force...but she didn’t pull away after the hit. She kept her back pressed against Morrigan, holding her up for the next part. One more move, and she’d be ready for the finale.

"Ffuuuuck!"

Morrigan yelped as Valley's elbow crashed into her chest. She didn't know why the Blonde hated her tits, but however this match ended up, her girls were going to be sore in the morning.

Wincing, Morrigan panted heavily against Valley's neck as her hands weakly held onto Valley's hips, trying futilely to shove the girl off her.

Valley’s smile was back in full force, looking wild and free as she leaned against Morrigan. The crowd was starting to clap, getting louder and louder with each second as they anticipated a climax. The energy was coursing through her veins, her heart felt like it could beat right out of her chest, and she wanted to slap herself for even considering quitting the AFW a year ago. Must’ve been out of her mind.

Valley reached back and pulled Morrigan into a tight headlock as she stepped forward, slipping out of her weak grasp. With her opponent secure, she burst out of the corner, pulled her along for the ride, and jumped towards the center of the ring, driving her resilient opponent’s face into the mat with an old wrestling favorite - the bulldog.

Morrigan struggled, but only weakly as she was yanked into the headlock. When Valley pulled into a run, Morrigan had no choice but to follow, even though her legs barely pumped in the short run. A moment later she soared briefly through the air until finally she was planted face first into the mat, barely even bouncing as her body laid resting on the canvas.

Valley ran across the ring, planted Morrigan’s face into the ring with her stunning bulldog, then rolled her over on her back. This time she didn’t go for a pin, though, and instead popped back to her feet with her hand raised to the sky. She pointed up to the rafters once more, the crowd returned to the standing position, everyone knew where this was going - after all, it was the same thing that happened about five minutes ago.

[color:e37e=ff0080]”One more time!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. ”AIR RAID!”

Valley skipped over to the corner and hopped up the turnbuckle, as the audience started up their familiar chant. She stood on top with her back to Morrigan, began to rise, did another Hail Mary, then leaped backwards and soared through the air in a moonsault, getting up as high as she could for the greatest impact possible.

Morrigan's aching chest heaved up and down as she was rolled onto her back. She barely moved and her eyes only fluttered open as she heard valley's cry. She turned her head and watched Valley scamper up the turnbuckle. She was going for her finisher again and Morrigan wasn't sure if she could stop it.

She didn't really HAVE to STOP it though. like before, all she had to do was move out of the way. Then, hopefully, she could just lurch her body over Valley's corpse and get the three count. That sounded nice.

She watched as Valley committed to the air through slits in her narrowed eyes and then turned at the last second, sloughing her shoulder and rolling onto her side.

Like last time, there was a split second where Valley could see her opponent during the Moonsault, and in this case she could tell that Morrigan had managed to roll out of the way in time, offering her nothing but a bare mat for a landing pad.

Exactly what Valley was counting on.

She turned the Moonsault into a full backflip, landed firmly on her feet, then jumped backwards again a split second later, not missing a single beat. She added an extra 90° degrees to the usual standing Moonsault and came down right on top of Morrigan’s battered chest, crashing back first into her with a thunderous Moonsault Senton.

Morrigan felt the reverberations of the ring as Valley crashed next to her. However, as she rolled over to begin what she thought would be the pinning process, she saw that Valley was very much not down and out. She watched, almost in slow motion, as Valley flipped and arced, finally coming to a halt right on top of her.

"Uggghhh!"

Morrigan folded briefly against Valley's form and then slumped against the mat wearily.

"Gotcha!"

The crowd was roaring all around them, but Valley didn't stop to acknowledge them. She would, in a moment, but she wanted to end this match as quickly as possible. She didn't think Morrigan could kick out, but she'd thought the exact same thing a couple of times before. Couldn't be too cautious.

She kept her back pressed against Morrigan's chest, pulled up her leg by the knee, bridged with her own legs and pushed her opponent's shoulders down to the mat, going for the pin.

"1...!"