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

As Valley made her way to the center of the ring, she saw Natasha’s punch coming. It was impossible to miss, really. There wasn’t a whole lot of speed or technique to it, it was just a big, clobbering, wrecking ball of a punch that a first-day wrestling school rookie wouldn’t have trouble dodging.

Of course, a first-day student wouldn’t have just spent forty-something minutes wrestling almost nonstop. She would’ve been able to dodge the blow and counter in any number of ways, because her body didn’t ache and she wasn’t running out of breath and her heart wasn’t pounding its way out of her chest. These were all problems Valley was able to deal with, and it was a big part of the reason why Natasha’s blow landed squarely on her chin.

The blow knocked Valley back and left her dizzy, forcing her back to the ropes. She wound up leaning on them for support as she shook her head, clearing her head fast enough. It wasn’t even the punch itself that really stunned her, but the surprise that came with it. Natasha could still hit so hard, even with everything they’d been through. Impressive, but in an annoying way.

Valley was on the ropes. Natasha had the momentum and she was running high on adrenaline, trying to keep her edge over Valley. Her next move was obvious. Maybe too obvious, maybe Valley would realize it was coming, but she was still going for it. It was too good a chance to not go for it.

With the Slamazon on the ropes, the Russian let out a tired roar and went charging towards her. Her arm came up, stiff as a steel rod, and Natasha swung it straight towards Valley's chest. It was a clothesline, a heavy, stiff clothesline, Natasha trying to slam it straight into her rival as hard as she could manage!

Valley saw Natasha coming a mile away. They’d been here before, hadn’t they? Either in their first match or the second one, she was having trouble remembering. Natasha had charged at her while she was against the ropes, and she’d ducked down and pulled the rope down at the last second, making her fall out. Classic trick.

She grabbed the ropes, started to fall-

Natasha’s arm connected on her chest before she could finish the move. The fight was taking its toll, slowing her down too much for the typical tactics. ”Guuah!” Valley was sent was flipping and flopping over the the top rope, tumbling to the apron outside. She grabbed the middle rope as she descended and turned her body so she’d land on her feet, but that only helped her so much - she still wound up stumbling away, coming to a stop as she collapsed to her knees by the announcer’s desk.

Valley went flipping out of the ring, and Natasha was right there behind her. The Russian dropped to the mat and rolled out under the ropes, landing on her feet and staggering towards Valley as the blonde stumbled towards the announcer's desk.

No mercy. No holding back. It was time to let everything loose and earn her win.

As Valley dropped to her knees, Natasha broke into a short run, lunging the remaining distance towards her. There were a dozen things she could do to Valley right now. Grab her by the hair and slam her face into the table. Give her another knee to her head. Any number of things would have worked in this situation.

The Russian wanted to be sure that Valley wasn't going to fight back or stop her, though. Efficiency was the key here, she knew that and was making sure to remember it well. So, as she neared her rival, she went for the quickest and more efficient attack she could think of. She drew back her leg, and aimed a soccer-style kick directly at Valley's back, her boot aimed squarely for the base of the woman's spine.

The audience was getting louder by the second, and Valley knew what it meant. Natasha was coming. Valley knew Natasha was coming. Tired as they were, that woman was far, far too proud to pick up a win by something as silly as a countout. Her pride wouldn't allow it. She wanted to end this where it all started: in the ring, not brawling out on the floor.

Valley shared the sentiment. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t take advantage of it.

She looked at over her shoulder at the exact right time, just as Natasha started to wind up for a kick that would’ve surely taken the fight clean out of her. Valley fell to the side, letting the killer blow miss her by less than a foot, but that was hardly the only thing she did.

The second she landed on her butt, she shot her legs out, scissored Natasha’s shin, and twisted to the side, trying to trip her up and make her fall forward with the drop toehold. Preferably into the announce table, if everything worked out right.

Natasha's eyes went wide as her kick whiffed, her foot eating air as it flew past Valley. She didn't even have a chance to wrap her mind around what had just happened before the Slamazon just snag her leg, sending her toppling forward.

With a loud cry, the Russian slammed right into the table. Her face smacked right into the wooden top, bouncing back off after the impact. Natasha remained standing for a moment, a shocked look on her face, before collapsing to the floor beside of the table. She curled up, hissing in pain and clutching at her face, the impact igniting new waves of pain running through her skull.

Valley could hear a few boos coming from the audience, as the Mongolian fanbase didn't seem to approve of her tactics. While she normally liked to get the crowd on her side, work over their whims, that priority was rescinded about thirty minutes ago, when it became clear she’d be lucky to leave this match conscious, win or lose. She saw her opportunity and she took it.

The referee didn't bother counting them out, for obvious reasons, but that didn't mean Valley would take her time. She had a window. A small window, that Natasha would snap on her head if she wasn't careful. At the same time, she couldn't afford to skimp, here. She needed a big move to put Natasha down and make her stay down.

Valley looked at the ringpost, contemplating for a scant second, before she made her mind. She hobbled her way over to the apron, climbed up, and started to scale the turnbuckle. Her plan was a simple one: as soon as she got up top, she was going to leap off and annihilate Natasha with the biggest dropkick of all time.

Natasha lied there on the floor, inwardly cursing herself. Stupid. Sloppy. Idiot! She had fallen right into Valley's trap, and had gotten paid for it by a splitting, crushing headache.

She lied there, waiting for Valley to continue her attack, waiting for the Slamazon to do something, anything, but the moment never came. On the contrary, Valley didn't seem to be doing anything. Every instinct in Natasha's body flared up at the moment, telling her that something was wrong, telling her that she was about to be in trouble.

With the crowd roaring around her to get up, the Russian slowly lifted her head, glancing towards the ring, where she finally saw her: Valley, climbing onto the apron, starting to make her way up the turnbuckle. In that moment, Natasha knew what was coming, and she knew she had to stop her. Now.

With a tired breath, the Wrestle Angel pushed up to her hands and knees, then shakily began to climb up to her feet. She staggered towards the ring, collapsing against the apron for a split second before forcing herself to climb up onto it, heading after Valley.

As soon as she got up onto the apron, she raised a fist and swung it straight towards the Slamazon, trying to strike her in her spine, before she had time to turn around and attack Natasha first. She punched as hard as she could, trying to hammer her fist into the small of Valley's back, desperate to regain the advantage she had held only moments before.

Valley made her way up the turnbuckle, having far more trouble with it than you would expect thanks to her aching ankle and the overall tiredness. As happy as she was to almost be done with this match, there was a small part of her - a part detached from the countless pains - that was saddened at the prospect of it all being done.

It was hard to describe such a torturous, hellacious match as ‘fun’, but there was a part of this that revelled in the grandeur of it all. Few wrestlers ever got to participate in an Iron Man match, fewer still on a major PPV. In the unlikely event she could ever convince Haley to adopt, this was something she would proudly show to her children and her children’s children. This was history, and she was going to come out on top of the mountain.

Her lofty ambitions were brought back down to earth, though, as she received a touch of reality in the form of Natasha’s clobbering fist, hammering against her spine just as she was starting to stand up on the turnbuckle. Valley didn’t know how the mighty Russian managed to follow after her so quick or what infinite well of energy she was tapping to keep going like this, but it was working.

Valley’s legs gave and down she went with her legs on both sides of the turnbuckle, just managing to grab the pad and save herself from a nasty landing on the crotch. ‘Save’ being sort of a relative term at the moment, since she was hurting and stunned and sitting on the turnbuckle, wide open to all kinds of nasty moves. She had no doubt Natasha would pick the worst.

Natasha could barely believe it. Her sluggish punch had done it's job, halting Valley's progress and bringing her down from her position atop the turnbuckle. Now she just had to capitalize on her luck.

She leaned over, passing through the ropes and back into the ring, turning to face Valley. With the blonde seat atop the corner post, there was a number of things Natasha could do, but she needed something huge. She had to hit the Slamazon with something big and impactful that would put her down and keep her down, and she had just the thing in mind for it, too.

It was a move that she hadn't used since her days fighting in Russia. She had cycled it out of her moveset by the time she had made it to Japan, and she hadn't done it in years, but if there was ever a time to pull it back out, it was right now. She stepped up to the corner, and reached for Valley's head, pulling it downwards. At the same time, she leaned forward, so that the back of the woman's neck rested upon her shoulder.

Then, she grabbed Valley's legs, lifting them up into the air, stepping away from the turnbuckle with Valley sitting upside down on her shoulder. She was slow moving, staggering towards the center of the ring, but once she reached her destination the Russian fell backwards, dropping her rival straight down into the canvas with the rarely scene muscle buster attack!