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

There.

Natasha was stumbling away, temporarily stunned, and Valley didn't even need to devote much thought to what came next. Like her mother always advised her: “Come up with a plan and stick to it.”

Valley rolled to her chest, leaped straight towards Natasha while she spread out her legs, and wrapped her twin beauties around her rival’s head for what surely would be the first of many times, clamping down nice and tight. She jerked backwards and tried to send Natasha flying up and over with the hurricanrana, whipping her through the air with the fierce flip. It’d be a nasty drop on her fellow blonde’s back if it connected, but more importantly, it would drop her shoulders position for another pin attempt. One way or another, she was getting that damn point.

It didn't take much effort to send Natasha flying to the mat, the Russian hitting the canvas with a loud thud. Her body jerked as she hit the mat, her back arching upwards in a most painful sort of manner. She would definitely be feeling that later, but it was more pressing to her that her shoulders were once again on the mat.

Once again, the referee dropped down near the two, starting the count.

"One...!" she shouted, and just like last time, Natasha jerked to the side, getting her shoulder up to break the pin!

Valley let her annoyance out with a single grunt when Natasha kicked out that time. She’d been a tad - just a tad - optimistic about that pin, hoped surprise might be enough to make it work, but no dice. Fine. Back to the drawing board.

She grabbed hold of Natasha’s golden hair, gripped tight with both hands, and started standing up, forcing her foe to rise up, too, unless she wanted to lose a clump. ”On your feet, let’s go, babe.” She muttered under her breath as they rose.

Natasha winced, as she felt Valley's tight grip on her hair, forcing her up to her feet. She grabbed at the Slamazon's wrists, trying to force her to ease up on the pulling as she was brought back up into a standing position.

As soon as she was standing though, she went back on the attack. She released Valley's wrists and brought an arm back down, quickly trying to drive a fist into her rival's stomach, trying to nail her with a hard, sudden punch to the gut.

”Hey, hey, Valley!” The referee called out as she circled around them, maintaining a safe distance.. ”Watch the hair!”

Valley huffed as she continued to bring Natasha up, looking to soften her a bit more. The referees never seemed to object when someone grabbed her hair, but when she tried it, they suddenly remembered the rules. ”I know, I know, just let me-”

Valley’s protest was interrupted by Natasha’s fist, and she immediately let go off the hairhold to cradle her stomach. She stumbled back, gasping all the way, stunned for the moment - the Russian punched harder than most women kicked. Not her, of course, but most.

Valley stumbled back, but Natasha was right there coming after her, the Russian intent on following up the shot to her stomach.

She lunged after Valley, and reached for her arm, trying to pull her in and whip her around, trying to send her flying towards the opposite ropes with a quick Irish whip!

As Valley reeled from the blow, she made a mental note to work Natasha's arm after she scored the crucial first fall. The Woman of Steel had never been lacking when it came to upper body, but so far it seemed like she was packing more impact than usual. Stronger, harder, even faster...or not. Was she this strong last time, and Valley hadn't noticed? Was the mental aspect really messing with her so much before? Back at the bar, when they had their little heart-to-heart, it had seemed like she was just making excuses for coming up short. Now...

She pondered those question as she was sent storming across the ring, hurled over to the ropes with an Irish Whip so forceful that she almost ended up tripping along the way. Valley spun around at the last second and hit the ropes back first, picking up plenty of momentum for the return trip. She had the chance to grab the ropes and ht the brake, but instead, she kept on going with sure feet, bounding back to the Submission Queen. Her eyes locked on Natasha as she neared, getting ready for whatever was coming her way, looking for opportunities to seize.

Natasha let Valley fly, and then braced herself, waiting for the Slamazon's rebound. Her eyes never left the woman, watching her intently as she sailed away and then hit the ropes, flying back towards the Russian. She could have went for any number of moves at Valley flew back at her, but Natasha wanted to keep it simple. Simple was usually the best option anyway, and doubly so in a match that would be as draining as this one.

She waited for just the right moment, and then as Valley was close enough, she leaned down and reached out, trying to grab the woman and use her own momentum to lift her up off of her feet, planning on arcing Valley through the air and into the mat with a huge scoop slam.

Valley swore, she could feel Natasha’s eyes as she raced across the ring. It was almost like they were playing a high-intensity game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, with no way to guess what her opponent would bring out until the last second. A clothesline? A lariat? A running knee? Some kind of suplex. Valley wouldn’t have been too surprised to see Natasha whip out a spinning heel kick, the way she was acting tonight. Anything and everything was on the table, and even though they’d grown pretty familiar with each other over the past year, they’d surely brought more than a few new tricks to toy with.

She got her answer with only a split second to spare, as Natasha dipped down for some kind of slam. Valley’s brain wouldn’t be able to react fast enough, but luckily her body knew what to do without any real prodding. The Wrestle Angel went down and the Slamazon went up, vaulting over her head with a dive.

But she didn’t just do that. As she flew, she wrapped her arms around Natasha’s waist, grabbed it tight. She somersaulted in mid-air, landed on her back, and tried to pull the mighty Russian over her head, hoping to drop her shoulders on the mat between her legs with a classic pinning maneuver - the Sunset Flip.

That...was not what Natasha was expecting to happen at all.

She was ready to grab Valley, and drive her as hard as she could into the mat. She was ready to push her advantage, and finally start to pull ahead in this match, but Valley had other ideas. The Russian could barely believe it as she was grabbed and send to the mat with the Sunset Flip. It was infuriating, and annoying, and it was obvious that Valley was starting to get under the woman's skin.

The referee raced over and dropped to the mat, once again starting a count. "One...!" she cried, and just like before, as she raised her hand for the second count, Natasha's body jerked, getting her shoulder up off of the mat to break the pin.