Alicia Wells vs. Valley Doll - Kicking It

Valley wasn’t about to be the first person in wrestling history to submit to a simple Full Nelson, but that hardly meant the hold wasn’t starting to have its effects. Her aching spine was getting worse by the second, her arms were getting numb, and the pain in her neck was going to be nagging her for at least a week.

To top it all off the move was just plain annoying, and a waste of her energy. The audience clapped along as she struggled with it, and Valley appreciated their support...but, despite popular myth, wrestlers didn’t have the magical ability to gain strength from applause. She was stuck, and not coming unstuck until Alicia wanted it.

Luckily for Valley, she didn’t have to wait too long for that to happen. Unluckily for Valley, it was just so she could switch into something worse.

When the Englishwoman released the Full Nelson, Valley started to jerk forward, trying to get free and roll away to relative safety. She didn’t get far, not even a foot away, before Alicia’s arm wrapped around her throat with an inverted facelock and pulled her right back, trapping her in even direr straits and giving Valley a good whiff of her deodorant in the process.

Valley groaned, half out of pain and half out pure frustration, as she once again started her futile struggling. ”Oh, come on…” It was no use. No matter how she wiggled and wriggled, Alicia’s hold was solid, using her superior strength and weight to anchor the Slamazon. On a small note, Valley was glad that the young wrestler was using more of a traditional wrestling hold, but she couldn’t help wishing that she hadn’t ended up being the guinea pig.

This sort of wrestling trench warfare wasn’t really Alicia’s style. She wasn’t really into the long, grinding wars of attrition style of fighting. She preferred blitzkrieg, hitting hard and fast and pounding – or squeezing – her opponent into unconsciousness. And yes, she was such a historian sometimes. But, right now, looking to match speed with Valley would be a good way to lose and she wasn’t ready for this match to be over yet.

So attrition it was, using her greater size and strength to wear down her opponent and tire her out until Valley’s acrobatics weren’t going to be a factor.

So first, it was the Full Nelson. And then, when she got bored with that, it was time for the Dragon Sleeper. Valley made a break for it but she didn’t get far before Alicia was able to reel her back in, her smirk making a reappearance at the smaller wrestler’s protest. Again, her chances of getting anywhere with this hold was practically nil.

Oh, she’d be willing to bet Valley’s back and neck were complaining bitterly right now, particularly with the kickboxer’s knee jammed into her spine as she stretched the blonde back over it. That had to hurt, particularly after the Nelson. And the choke couldn’t be fun either. But Alicia wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t familiar enough with the Dragon Sleeper to really go for the choke out or the tap out. She’d just settle for wringing Valley out like a rag as best she could.

It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t elegant. But it was working and it was giving her time to recover.

So she’d just have to get over her disappointment.

But there was a limit to how long she’d want to keep this, even if she wasn’t sure that Valley’d know a counter, and she wasn’t really sure how to transition from it to anything else.

So, after a bit, she drew her knee back and went to slam an awkward blow into Valley’s spine then try to drop down and slam her skull into the mat.

Valley could appreciate Alicia’s tactic. It was a smart strategy, really - keeping her grounded, wearing her down, sapping away at her energy. Every second she spent on the floor like this was a second where she could’ve been flying and flipping and kicking and whipping her way towards victory. Instead, she was down, trapped, writhing around in pain, while Alicia sat back and recuperated.

She could appreciate the intelligence of the would-be wrestler’s plan from a professional point of view. From a personal standpoint, however, it was beginnging to seriously piss her off. Which was a real shame, because - judging from the determined way Alicia was locking in the sleeper - she wasn’t getting out of it any time soon.

She made a point of trying to escape the Dragon Sleeper, wriggling around in the hold with some token effort, but it wasn’t long before she realized how futile that was and gave up.

”Good hold.” Valley wheezed out, as she turned her head to the side to see if that would improve the circulation. It didn't. ”But I’m not going to-”

Tap. That was the word that was missing from Valley’s sentence, but it was just as well that she never got to say it. Tapping didn’t seem to be in the plan. Instead, Alicia was dishing out more pain, in the form of a knee in the Slamazon’s spine.

She yelped as it crashed against her bones, but she wasn’t even able to make much noise before her skull was cracked into the canvas, filling her head with seering pain. A little bit of an unorthodox move, but if the point was to leave Valley disorientated and hurting, it did its job perfectly.

The fact that Valley was still able to talk, no matter much effort it took her, just reinforced Alicia’s conviction that she wasn’t getting the win like this. Which was fine with her, because she hadn’t expected to, but it did mean she’d be practicing this one a lot more. Put quite simply, if they could do more than croak when she’d got her arm like that, she was doing it wrong.

Truthfully though, that didn’t have anything to do with her decision to drop the hold. She’d made that even before the American opened her mouth, so the knee to the spine coinciding with Valley saying it wouldn’t make her tap was just that: a coincidence. And slamming her headfirst onto the mat was just Alicia’s way of showing how much she was starting to respect the blonde’s toughness. She couldn’t count on just the knee and the lingering effects of the submissions keeping her down, she’d need extra.

As soon as she’d heard the sickening sound of the back of Valley’s skull hitting canvas, Alicia was scrambling to her feet as fast as she dared. Her leg seemed much improved, taking her weight much better than it had, with only a light twinge in the knee as she reached the vertical stance she’d been after. Again, it’d be hellishly risky to try anything too fancy and she still wasn’t sure how sensible it was to try for a scissor hold yet but she was nearly ready to try it.

For now, resisting the urge to try something fancy, Alicia coiled back her leg and snapped it out in a hard side kick meant to bounce Valley’s skull off the canvas again, this time with considerably more power behind it.

Dragon Sleeper with an inverted DDT followup, and a knee to the back for a little added flavor. Effective move combination on Alicia’s part, and even with all the pain Valley was going through - and it was immense - she could still appreciate the progress. It would be interesting to see what other moves the mixed martial artist picked up in the coming months, as she got more and more comfortable with the style. The next time they met, the match could go in so many different, unique ways, and she was sure a second encounter would happen. They'd both be rising to the top.

Of course, Valley had to survive this match before she could even think about some future encounter. Despite getting off to a fairly strong start, things were rapidly descending into a quagmire. She was losing, and as much as she respected Alicia and wanted her to succeed, she certainly didn't want it to be at her own expense.

Knowing she had to do something to get back on track, Valley started to sit up, hoping Alicia’s bad leg might keep her from capitalizing too soon. Poor assumption. She learned just how wrong she was when she was reintroduce to the bottom of Alicia’s foot, pounding her right in the face and drilling her into the canvas with a sickening thud. Valley laid there for a moment, groaning and writhing in a sweaty mess. Instinct took over where her brain was failing and she began to roll away, trying to get closer to the ropes, maybe even leave the ring if Alicia would let her. A breather would be nice.

She had to get away from the center of the ring. Period It wouldn’t stop her from getting pounded with those sledgehammer kicks, but it would cut down on Alicia’s submission options. At this point, any relief was worth the trouble.

The shock of her booted foot slamming into Valley’s head echoed up and down Alicia’s leg, strumming muscles as they loosened again, jostling her knee in a way that definitely wasn’t comfortable. But it wasn’t crippling either. Good. Definitely an improvement and she didn’t think it’d weakened the kick much if at all. It’d certainly done what she’d been looking for, cracking her opponent’s head off the canvas in a way that hadn’t sounded healthy by any standards.

The collapsing, writhing and then desperately rolling away was a pretty good indication too.

But, of course, the mixed martial artist didn’t mean to stop there. Now that she’d got Valley on the back foot though, the last thing she needed to do was give the compact blonde time to recover. If she got to the ropes, that wasn’t the end of the world but Alicia really didn’t want her to get out of the ring.

First things first though, Valley had a ways to go before she was at the ropes and Alicia was going to make her pay for every inch she got closer to them. Waiting until the other wrestler was about to roll onto her back, the redhead went to drop down on her – aiming to slam her knee into Valley’s belly first, before immediately shifting to full mount and starting to just rain punches and elbows down as hard and fast as possible.

She had the beginnings of an idea, but she needed to make sure Valley’d hold still long enough for her to pull it off. And battering her into quiescence seemed as good a way as any.

Getting to the ropes was a faint hope, but it was still a hope - Valley really thought she might be able to get a breather, there. It was extremely disappointing when Alicia’s knee came crashing down on her stomach, not to mention excruciatingly painful. Valley’s body jackknifed on the impact, nearly folded clean in half while the air rushed from her body, but that wasn’t even the tip of the ice. The Scissor Queen was on her again, maximizing her position as she mounted Valley’s taut stomach.

Again, Valley didn’t keep up with MMA or anything like that, aside from watching the occasional fight when she was at a bar and nothing better was on. But you didn’t have to be a veteran of the sport to know that a woman with a distinct weight advantage sitting on your stomach was an extremely bad thing.

Her arms came up, getting ready to defend from the incoming onslaught.

In the end, it didn’t matter much.

Alicia’s punches and elbow rained down like hailstones, slamming against Valley’s guard with relentless fury. For the first few seconds, she did a decent job keeping the hits out. But then an elbow cracked her jaw. A punch got through after that. Something struck her eye, and the floodgates opened.

Blow after blow battered Valley’s face from side to side, hammering and hammering, over and over. Somewhere in the midst of it all, her nostrils began to fill with the scent of copper - a busted nose. That was great.

Alicia’s upper body strikes weren’t anywhere near as powerful as those she threw with her lower body. That was pretty much the case for anyone, because legs packed more muscle as a rule than the arms, but the gap between the redhead’s punches and her kicks was… Well. It was a big gap. But, even if her legs were the deadliest tools in her arsenal, her upper body was hardly weak – she was still the better part of six feet and one-sixty pounds of highly toned muscle with years of practice hitting things.

And she could throw punches and elbows faster for longer than kicks, where she needed more time to rechamber her leg. She wasn’t Chun-Li, thunder-thigh jokes or not.

So, yeah.

This wasn’t a good place for Valley to be, and while she put up a good guard, it wasn’t ever going to be enough long term. Not with Alicia solidly in mount, the blonde’s body empty of oxygen as she just tried to turtle. The first few hits just hit forearm but then she slipped an elbow through, then a punch and then the guard came apart.

The kickboxer wasn’t quite sure how long she pummelled Valley for when she sat back, swiping her forearm across her forehead and scattering sweat drops as her shoulders rose and fell with deep breaths. Maybe she’d overdone it a bit there. But Valley looked well and truly tenderised.

Anything more was probably overkill.

Alicia went for one last roundhouse anyway, right to the jaw, before going to stand. If this was going to work, she was going to need Valley over by the turnbuckle. And, seeing as she didn’t think the blonde was going to walk, it looked like she’d be dragging her.

In Valley’s defense, she did try her best to change this around and unseat her opponent. She bucked. She stomped her feet and attempted to bridge her off. She made a go at grabbing Alicia’s wrists, hoping that might, bare minimum, give her a modicum of relief.

She did everything she could think to do, and with a small opponent, maybe someone Ace’s size, it might’ve worked. But Alicia was too big, too fast, too strong, and just plain too good for any of it to work. Valley was taking the beating, and all she could do was keep her shoulders off the mat until Alicia was done.

That turned out to be not nearly as soon as Valley would hope. By the time Alicia delivered her final blow and left Valley reeling on the mat, she was a sweaty, aching mess. She could feel her right eye swelling, the beginnings of a black eye. The busted nose was official, as the thin trail of blood down her lip showed. She was holding on, not done yet, but she could feel her chances of winning this thing slipping away.

”Guh…” Valley rolled over to her chest and started to push up, slow and groggy, as the referee came over to check up on her.

”Valley Doll, can you continue?” She started to crouch over, wanting to get a better look at the nose. ”Valley-”

”I’m good, I’m good.” Valley said that, but all evidence was to the contrary. She was having trouble just clearing her head enough to stand, much less doing anything else.

Looking at Valley as the blonde struggled to… do anything much, that last punch had very definitely been overkill. The mess she’d made of the other woman’s face was enough of a sign of that, with the blood trickling out of what was clearly a broken nose and the eye swelling up with an awesome shiner and all the other signs of someone beating her like a drum.

She didn’t blame the Slamazon for moving like an old woman or the referee for wanting to check she was still in the match. Valley had put up a great fight, but it was pretty clear from where Alicia stood that things were definitely in her favour now.

But the match wasn’t over yet and she didn’t want to make any mistakes now. She was having way too much fun now. Fighting Valley was everything she’d hoped for after their sparring session and nothing was going to spoil it for her now.

Alicia wasn’t sadistic enough to stand watching while Valley fought her way back up onto her feet only to kick her back down again.

She was sadistic enough to kick her back down after she got to her hands and knees, aiming a brutal stomp of a kick right between Valley’s shoulders – the move earning her a disapproving look from the ref and a loud series of boos from the crowd, not that the kickboxer cared. She’d considered going for the skull, but she didn’t like the look of that nose.

That said, if the blonde had been facing upwards, she’d have gone for the KO anyway. As it was…

First things first, kick Valley back to the mat. Then grab her wrists and drag her over to where Alicia was going to need her next, over by the turnbuckle. Because she definitely wasn’t going to be walking there, that was for sure.