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

Natasha wasn’t the only person in the arena who wanted Valley to give up.

”TAP! TAP! TAP!”

Natasha’s Mongolian supporters were out in force, very vocal on what they wanted Valley to do next. It was a little touching, and she was glad that the Wrestle Angel was getting the respect and love she deserved, but if they thought Valley was giving up like this, they could all go suck eggs. ”No-” She squeezed out a single syllable before the squeeze robbed her breath again, but it was enough to get the point across. Valley arched her back and leaned into the hold, trying to alleviate some pressure. The best she could do at the moment.

Natasha grimaced, trying to squeeze Valley as tight as she could, but found herself quickly going frustrated with the woman's refusal to tap out. Didn't she realize that every moment that passed by with her in the hold was just going to give the Russian more and more of an advantage? It was only logical to tap out here to force Natasha to let her recover, right? That's what she would have done, anyway.

In any case, she decided to switch things up. If this wasn't working, she would find another way. With a grunt, she started to raise up, trying to stand again, while pulling Valley up with herself, slightly relenting on the hold as she did so, but keeping her thick, steel arm still wrapped tight around her rival.

The decision not to tap wasn’t one Valley made lightly - though, the lack of oxygen probably didn’t help her reasoning skills.

It was a toss-up. If she gave in, there was no guarantee that she’d be good enough after twenty seconds to take Natasha down and get another fall on top for the win, and given the Russian’s submission expertise, there was no way this would be the last submission Valley would have to endure. She couldn’t tap every time she got locked in one.

On the other hand, there was no guarantee that she’d be able to survive whatever Natasha had coming next or even counter it. Tricky. Real tricky.

In the end, the fact that Valley hadn’t submitted to Natasha all year tipped the scales. Every time Natasha had told her to to give up before, she’d always said no, and she was determined to make this day no different.

She didn’t have long to ponder the decision, though, as Natasha started to stand and bring her along. The inverted facelock was eased up a bit, letting Valley breathe cleaner breaths, but she knew better than to relax with Natasha Han.

Natasha pulled Valley up, and once the two of them were standing, up on their feet again, the Russian knew exactly what to do with her. Her plan was a bit uncreative, sure, but she had no qualms about stealing a page from the Slamazon's book, especially when the set up for it was so good.

As soon as they were standing, Natasha released her hold complete, freeing Valley from the dragon sleeper. Her arms instantly slipped down to the blonde's midsection, sliding around her to catch her in a waistlock, pulling the woman tightly against herself. Then, with a great bellowing yell, she lifted her upwards, tossing her over with a German suplex, mimicking Valley's attack from the start of the match.

As she slammed Valley down, she held her position, arching her back for a bridging pin on her. Right on cue, the referee slid towards them, slapping the mat quickly to begin the count. "One...!"

The moment - the exact millisecond - Natasha let go of the dragon sleeper, Valley rushed forward, knowing that, if the Wrestle Angel was giving up her hold, that meant something infinitely more painful was on the way. She didn’t even get a foot before she was wrapped up in a tight waistlock, though, and after that happened there was no way to stop what came next. Valley was going airborne. German Suplex.

That wasn’t nescessarily a bad thing, though. Valley could counter the German Suplex easily enough, it was just a matter of turning in mid-air and landing on her feet. This was the chance she’d been waiting for - she’d come out of the Suplex, take Natasha by surprise, and wrap her up with the figure-four headlock. Perfect turnaround.

Only Natasha didn’t let go of the waistlock. At all. Instead, she kept it tight, turning it into a bridging German, the exact same move Valley had tried a few minutes go. The Slamazon had all of one second to contemplate the irony, before her brain was too busy dealing with pain for rational thought.

”2…!”

Did she black out for a second? Valley could’ve sworn she never heard the first count, but they were already on two. She was clear enough to process that much, but too stunned to do anything about it, which meant…

”3…!”

”Damn it.” She muttered under her breath, speaking through a groan as she laid there with her legs flopped over. Tied up, one to one.

The sound of the referee's final count was like music to Natasha's ears.

She quickly released Valley from the waistlock, rolling to her side near her, and tried to hardest to hide her smile. That felt good. That felt incredibly good, to finally have a pin over the Slamazon, after all of these months.

She wasn't going to let it get to her head though. She couldn't let it get to her head. This match still had a long way to go, and she couldn't see Valley taking that pin too easily.

With a deep breath, the Russian sat up, and rose back to her feet, stumbling towards her corner. She collapsed against it, turning outwards to watch Valley, trying to get as much rest out of her twenty seconds as she could.

Natasha’s section was, no surprise, thrilled to see Natasha get the pin on Valley, and she didn’t blame them. It was definitely a good move, and a great moment for the Russian wrestler. Valey couldn’t see Natasha’s expression from where she sat on the mat, but she had the distinct feeling that her rival was smiling over there…

”It’s like that. Okay.” Valley rubbed the back of her neck and stood up, rolling her shoulders as she made her way over to the corner. She didn’t face Natasha this time - instead, she turned towards the turnbuckle and leaned on the ropes, stretching against them to get the kinks out of her back. She kept her eyes focused on the mat, lost in thought for a moment.

Natasha’d gotten her. Just one, sure, but it could happen again if she wasn’t careful. This time, Valley had to come at her with everything she had. No holding back, no pulled punches, no relenting. Everything or nothing at all.

Valley turned back to Natasha as the seconds ticked away. She lowered her stance, looking like she was ready to pounce clear across the ring. Her face wsa solid this time, none of the mirth she'd started the match with. ”Ready or not…”

Natasha watched Valley, her eyes never breaking away from her rival, as the seconds passed by. When the Slamazon turned her way, she locked eyes with her, her own face a stone, focused, once again showing no emotion. No joy, no anger, just a look of solid intensity, focused entirely on Valley.

Valley wasn't the only one looking to pounce this round either. The moment, the exact moment that the rest period was up, the Russian came charging out of the corner, barreling across the ring towards Valley. Her plan this time was to overtake her with a sheer, unrelenting assault, hit her hard and fast, and don't let up. Keep up the pressure, no holding back anything anymore.

As she charged Valley and came closer to her, she drew her arm back, aiming a huge, wild punch straight for her jaw, intent on clobbering her as soon as she came near!

3!

Steady breathes. Nice and steady. Valley knew she didn’t have to worry about Natasha jumping the gun and attacking her before the time expired. That wasn’t her style, she had far too much honor and decency to even consider such a tactic.

2!

All the same, her eyes remained honed on Natasha. Even from across the ring, she could see the tensed muscles in her rival’s body. She was like a spring, getting ready to unload. Those ripped thews told the Slamazon all she needed to know: if there was any time for play in this match, it was now official over. This was where the war started.

Good.

1!

Valley dashed across the ring, coming out like a shot as soon as the first note of the bell rang. She was swift, as always, maybe even a little too swift, as she found herself nearly getting decapitated by a devastating blow from Natasha.

Valley ducked under the punch, missing by a couple of slim inches. She came out behind Natasha, spun around, leaped back and shot her leg up high with a roundhouse kick aimed at the Russian’s head, quick and powerful. ”Go down!”

Natasha could barely believe that her punch had missed. She could barely believe that Valley had exploded forward with just as much energy as she had. It was shocking, and it had caught Natasha completely off her guard.

The Russian started to turn back towards the Slamazon, but before she could fully turn her way, up came Valley's leg, blasting her right in the side of her head. Natasha felt her eyes rolling backwards, a loud groan emerging from her as she started to stumble away from Valley, and for an instant it looked like she was about to fall.

She didn't fall, though. Not yet. As she started to go down, she suddenly caught herself, regaining her balance. She couldn't go down, not yet. There was too much on the line. She had to keep standing, had to keep fighting...

Almost as soon as she caught herself, she whirled back towards Valley again. Her arm shot upwards, trying to crash into her rival's chest with a stiff clothesline as she turned back in her direction again.