Entropy Championship Title Match: Valley Doll (C) vs LEA - Only The Strong

Time seemed to stop the moment Lea caught her.

She’d been moving forward, raising her leg, getting ready for the strike. It wouldn’t been a quick, crisp hit, she was sure of it, and she was looking forward to knocking her opponent clean over the steps. But her enthusiasm died fast when she realized her opponent wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Her leg wasn’t where it was supposed to be. Nothing was where it was supposed to be.

A moment later and she was flying, sent soaring into the air like she was a spare trashbag for the dumpster. That wasn’t the worst of it, though, because while she was panicking, she was coherent enough to realize that she wasn’t just going to land - she was going to land on the stairs. The cold, unforgiving stairs.

Valley’s back crashed against the side, upside down, hitting with enough force to move the whole thing. All things considered, it wasn’t the worst way she could’ve hit - her head was safe, save for the bump when she fell on the floor and slumped off. It was hard to reflect on her luck, though, will all this searing pain going through her spine.

The Entropy Champion rolled about on the floor, left and right, her eyes scrunched up hard as she caressed her back. The referee was quick to slide out and kneel beside her, checking to see if she could continue.

”I’m fine, I’m fine!” She groaned and rolled to her side, clenching her teeth so hard she thought they might crack. ”Just need to...to...gah, damn it!”

The fact that the manoeuvre Lea had just performed was actually recognised as a slam in the world of wrestling was purely by chance. Lea had, nor would she ever intend to leave the fans screaming with a move that was perhaps rarely seen or a favourite among the crowds.

She simply wanted to throw Valley. The fact that it was describable as an 'exploder suplex' was simply chance.

The blondes back too pinged off that hard steel surface, but considerably less so than Valleys. Compared to the Entropy Champion, she had essentially laid down on it, albeit at an awkward angle with a bit of haste. With the adrenaline now flowing in full once more, the blonde found herself quickly rising, rolling that arm which was now returning to full use. She'd give a hard shove to the steps with the side of her foot in an effort to remove them from obstruction. The match was hardcore, and Lea would most definitely come round to the idea of trying to bend a steel chair and the like over Valley's back.

But right now, she felt a personal touch was needed.

Grabbing a hold of those short locks of the champ, Lea would purposefully step between her foe and the official, as she sought to yank Valley part-ways up to her feet. Her free hand going to Valley's back, now grasping the woman as a bartender would grasp a drunk just before trying to throw them literally on their ass, Lea would attempt to do just that; only, trying to throw Valley up and over the nearby barricade, almost rewarding the fans with a up close experience with their favourite champion!

It was funny, but as Valley laid there, with the referee yelling in her ear and the audience screaming and Lea making absolutely no sounds at all, her first thought was to her mother.

Though they’d spoken sporadically since the elder Valley Doll had a spat with Ace a few years back, she couldn’t help but call Valley Doll to congratulate her on the win. She was supportive, as mothers were, but also worried, as mothers also were. In particular, she was worried about the nature of the Entropy Belt, fearing the stipulation that let challengers pick their own matches. It was safe, Valley told her. Most of the girls stayed away from No DQ stuff, Valley had told her.

She would be getting another phone call tonight. Not a doubt in her mind.

Valley couldn’t resist a little chuckle, even as the pain went through her body and Lea came over to make it worse. The pigtailed punisher grabbed her shorthairs hard and yanked them up, forcing her body to follow along, while she feebly pushed away at the iron arm. ”Letgoletgoletgo-”

Lea did let her go, just not the way she would’ve like. Valley was hurled over the barricade, high and fast, so much so that the audience barely had time to move out of the way. It was kind of a shame, too - the warm bodies would’ve been softer to land on the chair fell on. Valley sent them all scattered as she rolled, once, twice, then came to a stop on her chest.

She was still for a moment, but soon enough Valley was pushing her way back up. Slow, but it was happening, like a champion was supposed to.

With the champ on her knees and rising slowly, the other remained beyond the barricade, beside herself with that sick, ear-to-ear grin. The moment Valley fell over the barricade, Lea had stepped closer, placing her arms over her chest as she leaned on it, clearly enjoying the sight. She'd soon follow suite, raising one leg then another over the barricade, with near enough zero emphasis on haste. Lea herself was still hurting, but right now, the blonde's cocky strut and stance made the challenger look completely unhindered.

She'd soon pace round, arms lazily to her side as the audience would give the two women further space. Valley would be treated to the sight of those immensely thick legs stepping in front of her, Lea assuming a stance that for a moment made her look a queen in front of a begging servant

Acting with the intention of stopping her foe rising, or mounting anything resembling a comeback, Lea's firm grip again found itself to the Entropy Champions locks. Her other hand would latch to her own hip, turning so that she was side-by-side with Valley, pulling on her hair in a fashion to suggest she wanted Valley to look right ahead.

To that mighty fine row of now empty chairs, but a stones throw away from the two.

Lea was already laughing.

Her free hand again shooting to Valley's back, assuming exactly the same grip she had but a moment ago, Lea would once more try to throw her foe straight forward. All Valley really had to do was extend her hands to shove those chairs as she came towards them, most likely suffering nothing more than a mild bump upon hitting that sturdy, bare surface.

Then again, this time Lea didn't intend for her actions to outright hurt Valley.

She just wanted the entire world to see her throw their champion around. As if she was nothing.

Lea was smiling, Valley noted as she went back to her feet, with more than a little bit of dread seeping in. It was bad enough that her opponent was a walking mass of muscles in V-style leotard, weird enough that she couldn’t say a single word, but this had to be one of those sorts of fights. A match against the sort of opponent who got a cheap thrill from the pain of the experience.

It would be her luck to draw that for her first matchup, but then again, it had been years since she took on Amethyst Velour, and most of her opponents since then had been relatively sane. Maybe she was overdue for a nutjob.

Security was moving in now, as Valley rolled around in the mess of overturned chairs and overprinced concessions that she’d crashed into. The air filled with the rancid stench of Coca-Cola and popcorn mixed together, as they went to the task of forming a perimeter around Valley and Lea, keeping the fans at bay.

A good thing, too - somehow, Valley got the impression Lea wouldn’t have had a problem swatting away any fan dumb enough to be in her path.

And she was coming. Wasting little time, Lea grabbed Valley’s hair once more and used it to toss the smaller blonde away, hurling the Slamazon into a bunch of chairs like a bowling ball with pins. Valley could barely get her arms up in time make the tumble manageable, and she wound up scattering them as she plowed and rolled through.

It wasn’t a good look for a champion, she was fully aware.  Knowing she needed to make some space and regroup, Valley pushed to her feet and stumbled towards the nearest exit, hoping to get some from the juggernaut she was up against.

Lea sensed that Valley knew that if Lea intended to use the chairs to brutal effect, she'd of simply hoisted Valley up and over before allowing her to meet one head on. Albeit such a lift would give more of a chance to the Slamazon to respond and counter, such was not a reason Lea did not go for a killing move there and then. She only wanted Valley stumbling, failing to even stand on her own two feet.

Hell, if she wanted to inflict pain, she would of just tee'd off on Valley's back with one in hand.

She was a nutcase. She wasn't stupid.

Slowly pacing after Valley with her best Terminator aura equipped, Lea's eyes would widen a little as it seemed Valley wanted more than a little space. She'd pick up her own pace somewhat, moving her arms as she burst into a small jogging pace, intending to give Valley much less resting time than she hoped for.

Not that the security was much required, but the fans somewhat rightfully gave the blonde near miles of space as she did so.

Valley didn't really need to look behind to know that Lea was hot on her heels, but she did anyway, and sure enough there she was. Closing in at a nice, leisurely pace. How lovely.

She was gaining fast, though, far faster than Valley would've liked, channeling Michael Myers with her approach. While she was recovering, she wanted to get a few more breaths before she started going on the offensive.

Valley did have an idea. Not really the best idea on the bare floor, but an idea. Since she didn't have a better one…

The Slamazon slowed a bit, waited until Lea came up right behind her, then fell backwards while she kicked her legs in an arc, a wild attempt to hit her opponent with her signature move: the Pele Kick.

The go-to strategy for any wrestler, be they champion or novice, was to simply exploit their opponents weakness. Lea's body was iron, but it had one. Even if you didn't care for going through the horrendous ordeal of fighting her toe-to-toe in an effort to discover it, Lea had another, much more visible weakness Valley was exploiting, whether she realised it or not.

With Valley bent at that slight angle, her breaths audible from a good distance away, all Lea saw was vulnerable prey ripe for the slaughter.

In her eyes, the Entropy belt had just been placed on that bare, uncovered floor for her to make way with.

Hands outstretched like a child reaching for a second helping, Lea intended to claim it. Only rather than a shiny new belt, she found boot to head, her ass finding the floor. She dropped, and rightfully so, roaring as she fell to her side.

The first sign all match that she did in fact, register pain not of her own doing.

The kick connected, so Valley could be happy about that. As happy as she reasonably could be - it was certainly good to get some offense in on Lea, do something before her forward momentum carried her out of the building and away from her title. A nice, solid connection with the tip of her boot.

There was the little problem of the floor, though. Typically, when she did this move, there was a soft canvas for her to come down on. The linoleum floor of the concession area was less forgiving, and when she turned upside down and dropped on it, her arms only managed to absorb some of the impact when she fell on her shoulders.

It was a rough landing, but as she sat up, groaning, she could see that Lea wasn’t having any better of a time. As much as she wanted to take a breather, she knew that times like this, where she had the bruiser at a disadvantage, would be few and far between. She had to capitalize.

”Okay…” Valley pushed up to her feet and moved over to Lea’s fallen form. She reached down, grabbed one of her ponytails, and yanked her up. ”You want to do hardcore? Let’s do hardcore.”

Valley began to tug Lea along as security rushed to clear a path for them through the onlookers. She was heading straight across the hall. Right towards the Friction gift shop.

In any other show, going for a toilet break at the wrong time could ruin what could of been a night to never forget. One poorly timed break, and you could miss a match finish so astounding, its footage is already hitting high numbers on YouTube before the night is even over. Tonight, if anything, such was the opposite.

Fans in the cheap seats who had begrudging left to empty their bladders just as the action started were now being greatly rewarded, with their view now being greater than that a front row seat would have of a ring bound match.

Hands grazing upon the nigh countless blobs of left chewing gum on that bare floor, Lea wouldn't be given chance to come to term with the fact that yet again, Valley had played her like a fiddle.

Strength and ability to resist Valley's pullings didn't matter, as Lea was given the choice of rise or lose a few good locks. Of course choosing the latter, the powerful figure would find herself heaved once more against her will, barely keeping up enough pace to stop her scalp metaphorically setting on fire.

Finding herself yanked through those wide open entrance doors of the gift shop, the patrons already rightfully giving them the same space those outside gave the two, Lea's eyes would briefly latch on toy replicas of the Entropy Belt sitting in the glass window of the shop.

The irony was not lost on Lea.