AV 15 Iron Woman Match: Natasha Han Vs. Valley Doll

Preceded by: AV 15 Lightning Tournament Finals: Akiha Kosha Vs. Belinda Northman
Followed by: AV 15: Akashi Tanikaze Vs. Kelly Conway

Natasha Han


Vs.

Valley Doll


Match Type: Iron Woman
Winning Condition: whichever wrestler scorers the most combination of Pinfalls, Submissions or Knockouts will be declared the winner.
Special Conditions: The match will have a one hour time limit.

The truest test of a wrestler is her ability to endure. An hour in the ring is the biggest test of that endurance.

Once again, with her music blasting from the speakers around the stage, Natasha Han made her entrance into the Mongolian arena. The crowd, predictably enough, erupted into a loud chorus of cheers and yelling for her, a great deal on them on their feet as the mighty Russian appeared. It was obvious that there was a clear part of the audience that was firmly on Natasha's side for the upcoming match, but the Wrestle Angel didn't seem to notice. Her gaze was focused completely on the ring at the bottom of the entrance ramp, her face tight, her expression intense.

One hour. She had one hour in the ring with Valley Doll ahead of her. One hour to show the woman that had become her biggest rival what she was truly made of. One hour, to finally let out all of her frustration and rage and emotion and finally, finally take the win that she knew she deserved. One hour, to give Valley everything she had and then some, to finally defeat the blonde once and for all.

With a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm and from getting too excited, she began the long march down the ramp to the ring. She tried to blot out the audience, tried to block the thoughts of everything that wasn't the match itself. In Natasha's eyes, the promoting for the match had been ridiculous, quite frankly. She had been ads and hype for the match pushing every possible angle that you could think of. Experience versus experience, blonde versus blonde, the USA versus Russia, the Wrestle Angels versus the Slamazons. There was a lot of excitement for the fight, but Natasha had paid it little mind. No one knew how personal this match was for her. No one knew just how much was riding on this for her. In her eyes, everything was at stake.

If she couldn't win here, tonight, against Valley, then everything she had worked and fought for would mean nothing.

She soon reached the ring, and raised her head upwards, looking towards the ropes. She took another deep breath, then slowly licked her lips, before sliding under the ropes and into the ring. There was no gesturing to the audience, no playing to the crowd. Natasha was one hundred percent focused on the match ahead, and she wasn't going to let anything distract her or take her mind off of Valley.

She stepped to her corner, and turned outwards, facing towards the arena's entrance. She raised her eyes to the curtains separating the arena proper from the backstage, and watch, waiting for Valley Doll to arrive.

After seeing Valley come to the ring over a dozen times in the past two years, the crowd had become used to her whole routine - Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love came blasting out of the speakers, the Last Slamazon emerged from the back, then she danced her way down to the ring. It was a good entrance, especially  compared to many of the other women who mostly just walked their way down with mild struts. But nothing new. Nothing to write home about.

Today was different, though. For starters, her usual music wasn't what played. Instead, the crowd got a little Pat Benatar instead, as her classic, Heartbreaker, started up. Mongolia wasn't exactly known for its love of classic rock, but Natasha’s opponent was, so they figured out what it meant soon enough.

There were cheers - coming from the AFW fans who’d been impressed by Valley Doll’s performance lately and liked her style.

There were boos - coming from people who respected Natasha’s drive and skill, who thought Valley had been a little cocky at the contract signing, and the Russian/Mongolian connection no doubt played a part.

But everyone - everyone - was surprised when Valley Doll emerged from the back, right as the electric guitar started up. She was dancing, waving, greeting the audience like always, but she was doing it in an entirely different attire. More white. Less pink. More serious than her previous outfit, more practical thanks to the new kickpads, but it still had all the trademarks. The hearts, the overall flavor, the way it showed off her body. Combined with her lighter skin, her smaller chest, and her shorter hair, she almost looked like an entirely different wrestler than the one many of them had been last year, but not so different that you couldn’t tell who she was with a second look.

She was still herself. Improved, yes, but still Valley Doll.

”MONGOLIA!” She twirled around with her arms flying, spinning across the stage. ”Are you ready to fly?!”

The crowd gave her a mixed reaction, but Valley focused out the negative as she made her way down to the ring, twirling and whirling with every step, winding through her new routine. Nothing was going to bring her down today. Not the crowd, none of the haters, and certainly not her opponent, whom she couldn’t help flashing a grin towards every few seconds. Despite all the bravado, Valley really did respect Natasha. She’d had a lot of time to consider things after their last meeting, and she couldn’t help but recognize that, if Natasha hadn’t made her work so hard the first time they’d wrestled, she might never have gotten off the ground. She’d pushed her in ways she didn’t know she could go, and the Slamazon was grateful for that.

But it wouldn’t stop her from winning tonight. Natasha may have gotten Valley’s ball rolling, but that didn’t mean she had any right to stop it.

”You’re the right kind of sinner
To release my inner fantasy!

Valley made her way her down to ringside and leaped up on the apron in a single bound, grabbing the top rope as soon as she was on solid footing. She didn’t jump inside the ring from there, though. Not quite finished dancing.

”The invincible winner
And I know that you were born to beeeeeee

You’re a heartbreaker!

Valley thrashed forward, letting her hair wildly whip around.

”Dream maker!”

Again, even crazier than before, swinging her head around along with the beat.

”Love taker,
Don’t you mess around with me!”

Valley pulled back on the ropes and flipped forward, sending her through the air like a rock from a slingshot. She was far more graceful than that, though, and she easily came spinning around to land on her feet in the middle of the ring, perfectly hitting her mark. She rose up as the crowd - mostly- cheered, and she loved every second of it. Some might say that doing such an elaborate entrance before an Iron Woman match was a silly move, but Valley would strongly disagree. She felt more alive than ever.

”Showtime.” She whispered as her gaze turned to Natasha Han. Valley could never be sure, but she swore that this woman got slightly bigger every time they crossed paths, and this was no exception. If there was any fat on the Russian’s body, it couldn’t be seen from where Valley was standing. To look at her chiseled, hardened body, you might think it could deflect bullets.

Valley kept her eyes locked on Natasha and slowly backed away to her own corner. Slow movements. Barely blinking. Her cocky smile, however, never left. If Natasha wanted to make that go away, she’d have to work for the privilege.

Natasha watched in stoic silence as Valley stepped out into the arena. She narrowed her eyes at the Last Slamazon, focusing her gaze completely on Valley and looking her over from head to toe. She had to admit that Valley looked as good as always: fit, strong, and ready to rock. She looked more then ready to rumble, and Natasha was more then ready to bring her down.

She watched, waiting as Valley danced down the ramp to the ring, a slight frown spreading across the face. The way Valley twirled and spun as she headed to the ring was something that bothered the Russian. The two of them had an hour in the ring ahead of them, and the way Valley was wasting her energy with her energetic entrance made Natasha think that the woman wasn't taking her seriously. It almost made her feel like Valley was mocking her, as if the blonde thought she could wear herself out and still defeat her.

Focus, she thought to herself, pushing those thoughts out of her mind. Do not let her get to you. Do not let her into your head.

She couldn't let Valley get under her skin. She couldn't afford to get angry, or to get annoyed. She had to focus, and stay calm. She could do this. She could win this. All she had to do was keep her mind in the right place.

But damn, Valley's cocky smile was getting to her. Natasha watched from her corner as Valley backed into her own, and the very sight of the Slamazon's cocky smile was bothering her. Focus!, she yelled inwardly, taking a long, slow breath to calm herself down before she got too upset. She wasn't going to let Valley win this before the bell even rang, no way in hell.

From her corner, she glared across the ring towards Valley, waiting patiently and quietly for the match to begin, making a mental note to wipe the smirk off the woman's face as soon as she got the chance.

The bell hadn't run yet, but that didn't mean the competition hadn’t started. Many women in wrestling - and the AFW in particular - seemed to underestimate the value of a good entrance. Valley wasn’t one of them. It was a show of confidence, and against someone so clearly focused on her pride like Natasha Han, she knew that it had to have some effect. Oh, the Russian wouldn’t show it, not at first. But that didn’t mean the damage wasn’t done…

Valley leaned back against the turnbuckle with her eyes still zeroed in on Natasha, so singularly focused that she almost didn’t notice the ring announcer making her way into the ring. As you’d expect from the AFW, she was a buxom Mongolian woman, dressed in a hot, red one-piece dress with sparkling earrings, and she managed to calm the crowd with a few waves of her hand.

”To the thousands and attendance, and the millions watching abroad, Anime Female Wrestling is proud to present you one of the finest exhibitions of stamina and wrestling skill in all of sports - this following contest will be a sixty-minute Iron Woman Match!” That was hardly news to anyone who was paying to watch this, but all the same, the crowd cheered. ”The rules of this match are simple: both women will wrestle for sixty minutes, during which time they will strive to score at many victories by either pinfall, submission, or knockout. Count-outs and disqualifications also apply. After each victory, the clock will temporarily stop, and both wrestlers will be given twenty seconds to recuperate. In the event of a tie, the clock will go to sudden death, and the first wrestler to score after that will be declared the winner. There will be no draw in this contest - a winner must be decided.”

The announcer stepped back and gestured to both sides of the ring, nodding to each of them, before her gaze locked on Valley. ”Introducing first, from the beautiful city of Palm Springs…” Valley’s fans began to get louder and louder as the smile on her face began to get wider and wider. She bounced from foot to foot, keeping her blood. ”Standing at five feet and eight inches, weighing in at 132 pounds, she is the Chick of 1,001 Kicks, the Mistress of the Moonsault, the Last Slamazon - Valley Doll!”

Valley hopped out of her corner and threw the devil horns in the air, showing love as her supporters cheered and her detractors jeered. Soaking in equal amounts of hate and love. Felt good. So good.

When the audience died back down, and Valley herself settled back down, the announcer turned her gaze towards Natasha, gesturing towards her corner.

"And the challenger, from the Russian city of Vladivostok..." Natasha's fans began to cheer, their voices rising up, growing loud and clear as they cheered for the Russian. Natasha, meanwhile, remained stoic, waiting calmly in her corner for the announcer to finish. "At five feet and eight inches tall, weighing a hefty one hundred and forty eight pounds, she's the Russian Wrecker, the Soviet Submission Queen, and a former Wrestle Angel...Natasha Han!"

Natasha frowned slightly at the odd nicknames, but stepped out of the corner nonetheless. She kept her gaze focused on Valley, but lifted an arm, raising a single fist upwards in recognition of her cheering fans. With her gaze and her confidence both refusing to waver, she stepped right up to the center of the ring, staring still at the Slamazon. She lowered her arm, then lifted her other hand, gesturing for the woman to step forth, and finally meet her face-to-face, in the biggest ring of the year.

There were no belts on the line, no championships at stake, but you wouldn't know that just to look at the crowd. All eyes and cellphones were focused on the ring, and you could almost feel the air rushing around the stadiums as thousands of fans bated their breaths. Almost time.

Valley threw the devil horns into the air, mirroring Natasha’s mighty fist, as she stepped forward and answered the Wrestle Angel’s silent challenge. Her smile was still there, but it did whither a couple of inches under the Russian’s powerful gaze. If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind how serious she was, all they needed to do was look in her face. Natasha was ready for war.

Valley brought her hands up as the referee motioned to the timekeeper, calling for the bell to ring. The shrill sound echoed around the dome, and LCD screens all around the stands switched to show the time,  counting down along with a big clock on the main screen.


”All right, Nattie.” Valley kept her eyes locked and her hands up as she started to move forward, ready for the traditional tie up. Her tongue flicked across her lips, like a snake tasting the wind, closing in on her prey. ”Let’s finish this. You and me.”

Natasha stood there, an iron statue, her gaze permanently affixed to Valley Doll, as the Slamazon stepped forth, meeting her in the center of the ring. Her gaze was narrow and her expression intense, the Russian not moving, not backing down, not saying a single word. She simply stared at Valley, one hundred percent focused on the task at hand.

And then, the bell rang.

As soon as she heard the all-too familiar sound, the Russian's mighty arms shot upwards, ready to lock up with Valley, and thankfully it seemed the American had the same idea. Natasha stepped towards her, leaning forward, ready to meet her rival and her enemy in the familiar lock up.

Valley had fought Natasha Han twice before, both times she’d tried a lock up, and both times she’d gotten pushed back. The last time, she’d nearly been pushed out of the ring, and she learned a valuable lesson. Her rival wasn’t any weaker in the past few months. She couldn’t compete with Natasha’s strength. At all.

But she didn’t really have to, did she?

Valley kept up appearances, looking like she’d accept the collar and elbow tie up. At the exact last second, she ducked down and let Natasha’s arms pass overhead, whizzing by close enough for the hairs on the top of her head to lick at them. She popped up behind the Wrestle Angel, caught her in a waistlock from behind, planted her feet firm on the ground and lifted her up in one smooth, powerful motion, tapping into every bit of power her legs had to offer.

With a wild cry, Valley brought Natasha up and over with the German Suplex, then held the position right after the impact. Back bridging, propped on her tiptoes, nice and tight.

The referee was surprised by the sudden maneuver, but she got her mind together and dropped down for the count. ”1…!”

Needless to say, Natasha had not been expecting that!

She lunged in for the lock up, confident that she would gain the early advantage and force Valley back to the ropes or the corner, just like in their last two matches. As she lunged forth, though, Valley ducked to the side, and the Russian found herself momentarily confused as to where the Slamazon had went.

That is, until she felt the woman's arms locking around her waist.

The next thing she knew, she had been tossed through the air and slammed into the mat by the surprising German suplex. She had the canvas and cried out, her body shuddering from the impact. She could barely believe it, and in fact she was having trouble wrapping her mind around the situation.

That is, until she heard the referee's first count. As soon as that number hit her ears, Natasha jerked her body, trying to shudder herself to the side, to break Valley's pin and stop her from getting the early fall.