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

”Wooo!” Valley rolled to her feet and spun around, watching the fruits of her labor: Natasha, writhing in pain from her repeated attacks. Her eyes were wild and her smile was even wilder. This felt good. This felt right. This felt like wrestling, and she loved the way fighting this woman brought it all out in her. She was kicking herself for putting up such a hassle when Natasha wanted her rematch. How could she turn this down?

Without missing a beat, Valley sprung back into action once more, knowing exactly how to follow up and - with any luck - score her first fall on Natasha. She took a step towards her, enough to gain some momentum, then leaped up and did a backflip as she moved forward. Valley hair whirled, her legs whipped overhead, and her body did a full rotation as she came down on Natasha’s chest with a standing version of the famous Shooting Star Press!

Natasha was hurting, that much was obvious. Valley was giving everything to her assault on the Russian, and everyone in the audience could see that she was completely in control. Natasha couldn't do much to fight back at the moment, the Wrestle Angel trying to force away the pain running through her body, trying to ignore it and get her head back into the game.

She rolled over onto her back so that she could sit up and try to get back up to her feet. As she rolled over and looked upwards, however, she caught a brief glimpse of the one thing she feared most at the moment: Valley, descending like an angel from the heavens towards her.

There was no way to stop her. There just wasn't enough time. Valley slammed into Natasha's chest, and the Russian's body heaved, a loud cry passing her lips before she went still beneath the American.

So far, so good. So very good.

Natasha was hardly the smoothest, most comfortable surface to drop down on, but judging from the sound she made on impact and the way her body lifelessly flopped around, the Russian definitely got the worst of it. In fact, she was so out of it that Valley couldn’t help but take advantage of the position she was in…

She reached over, wrapped her arms around Natasha’s leg, pulled it in and pressed her back down on the Angel’s chest, pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee was on cue, dropping down for another count without a beat missed

”1…!”

"Two...!" came the next count, and Natasha stirred, very slightly, beneath Valley. Part of her wanted to just let her take the pin. Part of her just wanted to let her have the first win and worry about catching up afterwards.

She couldn't do that though. There was too much on the line to risk giving Valley any more of an advantage than she already had.

As the referee's hand dropped towards the mat for the final count, Natasha's body suddenly jerked. Not much, but just enough to get her shoulder up off of the mat and break the pin.

Valley wasn’t one to lose her composure in the middle of a match - heck, in the beginning of a match, really. But when Natasha got her shoulders up and broke the count, she had to stop herself from having a short shriek of frustration and the annoyance showed on her face. She knew the Wrestle Angel wouldn’t be easy to take down, but how many more stops did she have to pull out before she got one pinfall out of her?

”Sweet Mary…” She rolled over to one knee, blew some hairs out of her face, and looked at the clock behind her.


Nine minutes. Most regular matches in the AFW didn’t even go that long, but ‘regular’ wasn’t a word that ever applied to the Submission Queen of the Wrestle Angels, was it?

Valley turned back to her opponent and grabbed her head, gripping it like a basketball. ”If at first you don’t succeed, Ms. Han...” She began to stand, forcing Natasha up with her once more.

"A-aahh!"

Natasha cried out through gritted teeth as she felt Valley's hands clamping around her head. Not a feeling she really wanted to deal with, with her head already hurting. Her hands came up, grabbing at Valley's wrists, but she couldn't stop the woman from dragging her back up to her feet.

As soon as she was standing, however, Natasha decided to act. It was now or never if she wanted to turn this around. She had her chance, and she was taking it.

Her arms came down, and wasting little time, she fired off a big, slow punch into Valley's midsection. Then a second, and then a third, the Russian trying to pound away at the Slamazon's body, trying to knock some air out of her so that she could move on to something more bigger.

Whenever possible, Valley liked to think a few steps ahead in her matches, especially when she was in the driver’s seat. As she forced Natasha upwards, her mind was already going through some possible ways to follow up. Send her into a corner, work her over with this or that, get a little reaction for the crowd, take her off guard with something high impact from the top turnbuckle…

All of those plans were nixed by the Siberian bear claw that was Natasha Han’s fist. Valley’s washboard abs could take one hit, and she maybe could have soldiered through the second and kept going, but the third was just too much - if Natasha wanted an opening, an opening she would get.

A mixture of a gasp and a groan escaped Valley’s lips as the final punch landed, surprised that Natasha could hit with such force so soon after such a pounding. It wasn’t enough to drop Valley to her knees, but it came close. She kept one hand holding onto Natasha’s head, purely out of weak reflex, while the other tended to her battered stomach. She took a step back on wobbly knees as she sucked in a couple of deep breathes to refill her poor lungs.

Truth be told, Natasha wasn't sure where she was finding the strength to pound away at Valley's body, either. It was pure force of will, somewhere between determination and desperation, leading the Russian to attack with everything she had. She could take a moment to catch her breath afterwards. For now, she had to press whatever advantage she could.

When Valley backed off from her, Natasha knew she had an opening. She lunged forward, and with a tired shout she threw a huge punch towards the Slamazon's face, a wild haymaker intended to knock the blonde straight off of her feet.

As Natasha lunged forward, Valley suddenly felt like she wasn’t in the ring anymore. She was on the train tracks. She had her feet tied down to the rails. There was a train barreling straight towards her, and all she could do was watch with wide eyes and an open mouth as it closed in for the kill.

The hail mary of a haymaker hit square in her face, and Natasha got all of the impact she could hope for on it. Valley’s feet left the floor and her back quickly replaced them, as she crashed to the canvas in a heap.

”Wow, geez.” Valley’s shook her head and rolled over to her side, hissing from a headache that probably wouldn’t be getting better anytime soon.

Natasha stumbled past Valley as the Slamazon dropped to the mat, staggering forward and eventually collapsing onto the ropes. She leaned against them, breathing hard, taking a moment to rest but knowing not to spend too much time doing so. Valley was down and that was great, and she did need some time to gather her energy, but she was smart enough to know not to give Valley that same chance.

She sucked in a big lungful of air, then pushed backwards off of the ropes, turning back towards Valley at the same time. She forced her body to move, quickly rushing back towards her rival, and took a short hop towards her as she neared the fallen blonde, aiming to fall towards her and drop a knee right into the center of her chest.