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

The audience was booing Valley, and they seemed to get louder with every kick she gave to the downed Natasha. It wasn’t very sportsmanlike conduct, she could admit, but it was hardly just done to piss the Russian off - though that was a major consideration. Truth told, it was about the only thing her failing body was capable of. She had dozens of better moves she could have hit Natasha with from this position, but she couldn’t execute any of them like this. Kicks were the simplest way to get it done.

As Natasha rolled to chest and started to push up, Valley rose her foot for a vicious stomp, but all of the sudden everything was off. Her opponent was close, too close, and the back of her head was coming her way with alarming speed. Valley’s dulled reaction times weren’t nearly quick enough to block the blow, and it connected right on her nose, sending out waves of pain from the impact.

Valley didn’t even have the energy for a full scream - she let out a little grunt and stumbled back, right into the turnbuckle. She just managed to grab the ropes and keep from slumping all the way down, but that was hardly a consolation. She was standing, yes, but she was dizzy, hurt, and in a corner. Bad position.

Valley wasn't the only one hurting. Natasha's body was sore, and in the worst pain she had even known. Even worse, she had a splitting headache from the headlock driver, and the sudden headbutt hadn't done much to help that situation.

And in fact, Natasha had to admit to herself that she barely even knew what she was doing anymore. Her body seemed to be moving on it's own, out of her control. It felt like she was watching the fight through hazy eyes, unable to have any say in what was happening.

Things seemed to be working out alright though. Valley was dizzy in the corner, and Natasha was standing (even if barely). She had just the thing for this situation too.

She turned towards the Slamazon and let out a groan, starting to rush towards her. She bent down as she neared the blonde, aiming herself straight towards the woman's midsection with a reckless spear, trying to impale Valley against the turnbuckle. Not a move she would usually have used, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Okay. Okay. Valley had been in this position a hundred times a hundred times, nothing new going on here. She was in a corner, and Natasha was a big bruiser. She was going to try and crush her with something, probably a spear, hoping to wrack up the damage while she was trapped.

Valley would dodge it. She was prepared. She was ready. When Natasha came rushing at her, she got ready to move away and-

Too slow.

Natasha crashed into Valley’s midsection before she could get out of the way, crushing her against the turnbuckle. The Slamazon let out a silent scream, a wheezy, raspy shriek, and she was nearly folded in half against the pads. Her upper body flopped forward, laying across Natasha’s rippling back, as Valley tried to suck in as much air as she could. She weakly slammed her fists into Russian’s ribs, but she wasn’t able to get enough power into them for anything useful. Not nearly enough.

As Natasha slammed into Valley, impaling her in the corner, the crowd went nuts, jumping to their feet, screaming in approval at the Russian and her actions. Natasha didn't hear them though. All she could hear was the silent shriek of her rival, as she collapsed against her.

She winced a few times, as Valley's fists slammed against her, but even was weak and tired as she was, those punches weren't enough to stop her. They weren't nearly strong enough to stop the Wrestle Angel while she was on a rampage.

Still pushing against Valley, she reached down, grabbing at the blonde's thighs, trying to wrap her arms around them. With another grunt, she would try to lift the Slamazon up, trying to get her off of her feet. She wasn't planning to do anything fancy, not yet at least. She was simply trying to lift Valley up and straighten herself up, so that she could drop the Slamazon over her shoulders, dumping her head-first to the canvas behind her.

Valley’s mouth was gaping wide as Natasha kept her pinned in the corner, and it wasn’t just because she was greedily sucking in mouthfuls of air. She was simply in awe at Natasha’s raw power, how her stamina had simply no limit. She couldn’t fathom it. They’d wrestled what, four months ago? Five? It wasn’t that long, really. Not long enough for her to make such a big change, to be come a complete freak. Was she this strong when they fought before, and Valley just didn't notice it? Was she holding back?

It didn’t make any sense, and what happened next did nothing to help her mental faculties. The next thing she knew, she was sent head over heels, wildly careening through the air, arms and legs flailing about as the canvas rushed to meet her.

By some miracle, she came down on her shoulders and upper back, instead of the numerous other places that would’ve made for a rougher landing. The end result was still unpleasant, though, as she was left laying with her back on the mat, face scrunched tight with pain.

Instinctively, she reached out and tried to inch her way towards the ropes, knowing they might be able to buy her just a little time. Crucial, invaluable time.

Natasha wheezed, after she dumped Valley over herself, dropping her to the mat below. She straightened up, then collapsed against the turnbuckle in front of her, panting as she tried to breath. That had taken too much effort. She should have stuck with something simpler. It was too late for regrets though. There was no time to dwell on mistakes.

She pushed herself out of the corner and turned around, noticing Valley trying to crawl towards the ropes. She wanted to lean down and pick her back up. She wanted to throw her around and slam her back into the mat and do all kinds of things to her. She was so tired though, so very, very tired. She barely had the energy to do anything.

So, the Russian went to the simplest thing possible. She stumbled forward, back towards the Slamazon, and lifted her leg, Natasha aiming a big, heavy stomp right for the center of Valley's back, trying to stop her movements and buy some more time for herself.

It was amazing, really. Valley thought she was in great shape. Maybe the best of her career. She could run for hours. She could hold her own against women who were younger than her and not even get close to being blown up. But this was a level beyond anything she’d experienced before. And, if the wheezing she heard from Natasha was any indication, her opponent could say the same.

Even the simple act of crawling towards the ropes felt like a monumental task, but she was close - so close - when Natasha’s boot crashed right into her spine and stopped the effort cold. Her back arched and she let out choking scream, as her tortured lungs were far too hoarse for anything louder.

But she knew she couldn’t just leave it at that. She couldn’t just lay down and be a victim. She had to retaliate, or at least try.

Valley rolled over to her side and shot her leg out, trying to kick the towering Russian and drill the tip of her boot right into the knee, aiming for the joint. It was a desperation move more than anything, but that hardly meant it wouldn’t work.

Valley's choked scream was exactly what Natasha wanted to hear. Any sign that the Slamazon was being worn down was like music to her. Any sign that Valley was breaking was beautiful to the Russian. Any and every sign that she was winning filled the Russian with more confidence, and right now, she needed it.

She started to lift her leg for another stomp, when Valley suddenly rolled over, swinging her leg towards her. The American's boot found it's mark, striking directly into Natasha's knee joint.

With a surprised, pain-filled shout, the Russian dropped, falling to the mat near Valley, grabbing her leg with a whimper. Ordinarily, she would have been able to shake off something like that, but as tired as she was, that wasn't happening. Pain surged through her leg, shockwaves running through her, and for the moment her assault had been stopped.

Natasha was down. For one precious moment, Natasha was down, she was stunned, she was wide open. Valley didn’t even have to think about what to do next - her body practically moved on its own accord, as if it instinctively realized what had to happen on some primal level.

”Come here!” She reached out and grabbed Natasha’s shining blonde mane, savagely seizing it and yanking her down between her waiting legs. Her sweaty thighs encircled the Russian’s head, with one ankle going underneath the knee of her other leg, as she locked in a forward facing version of her Trapped In the Valley signature move, the figure-four headlock.

This wasn’t the way she preferred to do it, but it was more than adequate. It would get the job done. And she was a little ashamed to admit that she’d get some personal satisfaction from seeing the life draining out of Natasha’s eyes.

Before Natasha even knew what was happening, Valley had already grabbed her hair, jerking her head in-between her legs. It only took seconds for those deadly, infamous legs of the Slamazon to wrap around her, tightening into the figure-four headlock, trapping the Russian completely within the valley of Valley.

Natasha's eyes began to flutter closed, the Russian feeling her already dwindling energy being drained away from the hold, but to her credit, she still refused to give in. She didn't cry out, or submit. Instead, she brought her hands up, desperately trying to grasp at her rival's thighs, trying to dig her nails in so that she could get a decent grip and attempt to pry the hold open.