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

Even though Natasha’s punch hurt - the Russian had one of the meanest strikes Valley had ever seen on a woman, and quite a few male wrestlers she could think of didn’t come close - Valley couldn’t repress a simple little smile as the Wrestle Angel stumbled. She was on the floor now, but the damage she’d dealt didn’t magically go away. In terms of sheer punishment inflicted, she had a very clear lead.

That smile faded, however, when Natasha came back to her with a little hangtime and momentum on her side, dropping down knee first into her chest. The soreness from her breast surgery had long since faded, but when that attack drilled down into it, Valley felt some familiar pains. She bit back a shriek and flopped around on the floor, having a short spasm as the soreness came in and lingered.

Desperate to make a little space and recoup, Valley rolled towards the nearest corner and leaned her back against the bottom pad, clutching her battered chest with one hand and the bottom rope with the other. She tossed her hair back and glared Natasha’s way, as if daring her to try something even harder.

Natasha rolled in the other direction as Valley rolled into the corner, the Russian carefully picking herself back up and getting back up onto her feet. She looked towards Valley, watching the woman shift herself into the corner, and met her gaze, glaring right back at her.

She was willing to take Valley's dare.

Her boots left the mat as she started to race back across the ring towards Valley. She was going for a big, head on attack, trying to ram her knee straight towards the Slamazon's face as she sat against the corner. It was risky, maybe even just stupid, but it was an open shot she had to take, and surely Valley wouldn't expect her to try that, right?

In that moment, Valley learned that there very few things scarier in the AFW than Natasha Han running towards you at full speed, looking like she intended to ram her knee straight through your face and out the other side.

She was getting closer.

Not yet.

Closer.

Not yet.

Almost…

Now.

Timing was everything. As Natasha neared, Valley popped up to a single knee and swung around to the side, getting out of the way with not even a second to spare. When her opponent passed, she reached up, grabbed her butt, and shoved her forward, adding to the Russian’s massive momentum to make her hit the turnbuckle a little earlier and a little harder than she’d likely planned.

Natasha knew it was coming. She knew that Valley was going to be ready for it. She shouldn't have taken the risk, but...it was a chance she had to take. Valley had been wide open and she would have be just as stupid to not risk it.

That's why she wasn't too surprised when the Slamazon jerked out of the way. Natasha had no time to react, quickly ramming face-first into the turnbuckle, Valley's hand on her ass adding to the impact. She slammed into it, her head striking the top and her knee slamming into the bottom, and bounced off with a shriek, looking dazed and confused as she began to stagger weakly away from Valley.

”Gotcha.”

Valley’s fans began to rally behind her and Natasha’s fans tried to coax her back to life. Every man, woman and child in the building could feel the tables turning once more. Valley didn’t pay any of them much mind, didn’t need them to tell her what she could plainly see. This was it. She had a window. A small window, but she could make it work...and, maybe, get her first fall in the process

As Natasha staggered backwards, Valley rose as quick as she could, then closed the distance with swift stride. The moment she was close enough, she reached behind the Russian’s neck, grabbed her tight, jumped up to ball her body as tight as she could manage, and let gravity do all the work from there.

Valley fell down to the mat right on her back. Not the most fun landing ever, but it would be a lot less so for Natasha, who she pulled down with her. The double knee facebuster would do exactly as the name implied, as it slammed the Russian’s stoic visage into Valley’s heart-decorated knee pads.

Inwardly, Natasha was berating herself, screaming at herself through the fog that clouded her mind. She shouldn't have taken that risk. She knew the follow up was coming, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do a damn thing to stop it.

After a few seconds, sure enough, there it was. She cried out as Valley grabbed her neck, jumping up and dragging her back down towards the mat. Her face was driven straight into Valley's knees, and when the Slamazon released her she bounced off backwards, her body hitting the mat with a loud thud and a massive shudder, before going still in front of the American.

Natasha hit the floor, looking dead to the world. Valley looked out to the crowd. The crowd looked back to her. She knew what to do. They knew it. She knew that they knew that she knew.

Valley stood, spread her arms, and cried out to the heavens. ”AIR RAID!”

”AIR RAID!” The crowd cried back, cheering Valley on as she skipped over to the turnbuckle. She had to take a brief moment to rub her chest, still feeling that knee drop, but with that momentary distraction dealt with, she immediately continued the task. Up Valley climbed, step by step, until both feet were on the top pad.

She slowly stood up, but it wasn’t just for photo ops. She was gauging the distance. Getting her balance. Psyching herself up. When she was at full height, she brought her hands together for one-second prayer, and then she backflipped right off the turnbuckle, like a complete madwoman.

Valley’s body rolled in the air, once, then another time, completing two full turns. The height required to make it work was phenomenal, higher than some wrestlers ever dreamed of getting above the ring, and when the final spin was done, she came down right on Natasha, landing chest-to-chest with the Wrestle Angel.

A move that required nothing less than perfect execution - the double rotation moonsault, or as Valley dubbed it, the Full Moonsault.

Natasha lied there on the mat, her eyes closed, seemingly dead to the world around her. She had fucked up. She knew it, Valley knew it, the audience knew it. She had fucked up, and now she was going to pay for it.

Her arms and legs were spread to her sides, the Russian flat on her back, not moving or stirring a single bit. She laid there, until Valley finally dropped onto her, flipping through the air then crashing into her like an angel falling from the heavens.

The Russian's arms and legs bounced upwards as Valley slammed into her, and a pain-filled cough passed through her lips. After that though, Natasha went limp again, still and quiet beneath the Slamazon.

The audience jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming for Valley. If this had been a normal match, that would have been the ending, and everyone watching the match knew it.

The good news was that Valley landed her finisher.

The bad news was that Valley landed her finisher.

Natasha's chest might as well have been made of solid wood. It certainly felt like it. Valley wound up rolling away from the impact, in part thanks to all the leftover force she’d taken with her, but also because her ribs were in pure agony. Nothing was broken, but damn, everything from her neck to her hips seemed to be aching.

But Natasha was down, that was the important thing. Valley rolled up to her knees and scrambled over, pouncing on the Russian like a beggar at a buffet. She grabbed her leg, pulled it up, and leaned on Natasha’s chest to start the count.

The referee slid over beside them and slapped her hand on the canvas, counting along with the crowd. ”1…!”

Natasha didn't move as Valley lifted her leg. She didn't stir as the referee began her count.

Had she been knocked out? Was she simply biding her time? It was hard to say, and no one in the audience had an answer. They were all completely intent on the scene in the ring though, watching in eager anticipation as the referee counted the pin, wondering if this would be the first fall.

"Two...!" The referee shouted, and yet Natasha still remained unmoving and still.