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

Valley normally tried to avoid grabbing the hair too much, seeing as it was one of her biggest pet peeves. Only seemed fair, in her eyes. ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’.

But this was a special case. Aside from the way Lea’s hair almost seemed designed for grabbing with her two super-convenient handholds, it seemed fairly fitting. She wanted a hardcore match, she was going to get it, all the way. Besides, Valley couldn’t think of any other way to get the big woman moving where she wanted to, so…

”Come on, come on.” Valley urged the titaness forward, as patrons came running out of the store, wisely giving the two some space to play. The store was fairly spacious for a gift shop, with all sort of AFW toys and sexual objects and random things with the company named slapped on them. Plenty of options.

Lea seemed quite interested in a rack of Entropy belts, though. Valley didn’t miss that.

”You want them?” Valley stopped and turned her around to face them. ”You can have them.”

Valley turned around, pulled Lea’s head over her shoulder, and tried to send her crashing into the rack of belts with a snapmare - or a hairmare, technically. Not the most devastating attack, usually, but when she had something big and metal to slam into instead of a soft canvas...

The blonde's strength was rendered useless given the faster of the two was dragging her with supreme vigour. It didn't matter if Lea was a little stronger, or a hundred times stronger. She simply couldn't remove focus from her scalp to latch hands on Valley, unless she came to accept the possibility of being rendered mostly bald.

Cameramen would slide into precise positions throughout the store, using the shelves as cover as if they were in a firefight, their cameras their weapons. The blonde didn't take note, hell, right now she wasn't even taking note of where Valley was taking her. All focus now was on her golden locks, and trying to ensure they stayed attached.

Just as it seemed Valley had ceased her pulling, Lea's body immediately straightening up in an attempt to free her hair, Valley did something completely unexpected.

She simply gave her the Entropy Title.

Technically.

Hoisted in a way where strength or size mattered, Lea's hands would finally leave her own hair, as did Valley's. Her thigh, ass and back leading the charge in the manoeuvre, Lea's body would sink immediately as the replica belts scattered around her, the metal shelves busting and forming around the muscled figure that was forced to meet it.

Lea would land on her shoulders, arms outstretched, looking the wrong way up at Valley with her legs partially dangling over her, chest hanging close to her chin thanks to that poor outfit of choice. A minute ago, she had sent Valley stumbling like a lost infant.

Right now, things couldn't look anymore different.

They were away from the crowd now, but Valley could still hear the roar of the crowd, cheering them on as they watched from the seats. It wasn't what she wanted, truth told - she liked to be among the people, see their faces, even feel their slaps on her back, so long as they didn't hit too hard.

But no, Lea wanted a street fight. So she’d get it. All of it. Judging from the face she was making as she laid there, she wasn’t enjoying it too much.

If Valley had her way, it would only get worse from there. Much worse.

It was tempting to go for a pin, but Valley knew that wasn’t like to worry. Nobody in the history of wrestling had ever been pinned off a snapmare, and she doubted Lea would be the first. There was still plenty of work to be done, here. The top priority was wearing the big woman down, and she had just the move for that, as it turned out.

Valley reached down and grabbed Lea’s hair once more, though she didn't hold on too long this time. All she did was pull the bruiser away from the shelf, before she sat down behind her and pulled her head in between her legs. Valley wrapped her thighs around Lea’s neck, planted her right ankle behind her left knee, and pulled back to complete her other signature move - the Valley Lock.

Lea was tough, but she was human. If she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t fight.

Whilst the two women didn't have the roar of the entire arena surrounding them, several fans seemed intent on making up for it. A mass crowd would now be peering from the gift shop windows, formed of women and men who had purposefully left their seats in the efforts of getting a front row view of the spectacle. Those in the cheap seats had now gained prime viewing position.

Eyes clenched shut as Lea tried to force herself through a headache she'd never again want to experience, the blonde would find her sorry frame dragged away from the shelf with her arms wide, legs now coming back to the ground.

The woman's adrenaline could of been soaring at superhuman levels, it would not of mattered. Her eyes could not gain full focus nor head gain full clarity given the woman had just met steel.

Flat on her back, she'd finally be given reason to snap awake, before promptly struggling yet again as Valley clamped those thick legs around her neck. Lea had already tasted the woman's kicking prowess head on, but now she lay victim to Valley's fine thighs in all their glory. Gagging with one hand coming to those wrapped legs, blonde tried as she might to roll onto her side, for whatever good that would do for her.

Right now, every intent and goal to claim a victory over Valley had been replaced in Lea's mind.

Right now, all that existed was the desire for a full unhindered breath, hands coming to the ground before her in efforts of rolling onto that sideways posture she so desperately sought, even making efforts to pull herself slightly towards a posture where Lea's front was faced down, hands in a weak press-up stance.

Such a position would off her near no advantage. It simply covered her face from the fans roaring from their front row seats.

Likely in unanimous favour of Valley, of course.

Lea wasn't going down without one hell of a fight. She squirmed and fought and bucked. She moved as if this wasn't a a submission hold to win a match, but a life and death situation.

Valley held on.

Her rolling was enough to turn them up and flip them like a pancake. That was an impressive feat all by itself, particularly when she was holding on like a monkey, on her. For all her faults, nobody could accuse Lea of lacking drive. Her stank was insane, even by hardcore wrestling standards.

But, still, Valley held on.

The figure-four headlock was a tight move, nearly impossible to escape from once locked in, and Valley’s legs had more than enough power to give them a lethal edge. She didn’t think Lea would submit, the woman seemed far too stubborn for that. But with this move, it wouldn’t really matter, would it? She could tap or nap.

”Come on!” Rolling over made the move more awkward, but Valley was still able to crank on the pressure, pulling on her leg for extra leverage.

Pain was a motivator; Lea used it to fuel her body and force herself to struggle.

Jeers against her too were used in similar fashion; Lea sought to prove those roaring against her fools.

An outright lack of breath? In theory, Lea should of motivated herself to work harder simply to achieve some air. But such an thing was easier said than done in a Valley Doll headlock.

Pushing up slightly with eyes still clenched shut, face turning a shade it never had, Lea felt like her body could give in that very second. The end seemed nigh for the woman who had barely slowed down since the bell rung.

"Come on!"

Words from Valley as if Lea was about to do her a favour, or moving towards what she intended all along would reach the challengers ears. Lea was having none of it. Blatantly, as her eyes turned rabid and wide once again. Pushing up with a few seconds of renewed vigour, the blonde seemed to finally have a idea in her oxygen starved mind.

If she couldn't break those legs from her, she'd opt to try and break Valley herself.

Not only pushing to her knees but aiming to go further, Lea noticeably pulled at Valley's thick thighs so that the Slamazon was sat on her shoulders rather than dangling down her back. If all went to plan, the blonde would have the woman high upon her shoulders in electric chair position, Valleys skull but a half metre away from the ceiling of the shop.

Now all she had to do was flick the switch. Something she opted to do without a second to waste, falling straight backwards.

Inadvertently bringing both her own upper spine, and the entirety of the woman who saw to wrench her neck something fierce, onto the shop counter Valley had unknowingly dragged them both too earlier.

In hindsight, Valley probably should’ve just let go of the damn hold.

She should’ve realized something wasn’t working right when Lea refused to go down, no matter how much pressure she poured on the hold. Granted, yes, Valley couldn’t claim to have the best legs in the league these days, but they were slim and solid and she could pour enough power in them to knock someone out. She’d done it before. She could do it now. It didn’t matter how strong someone was, if they were human, they’d need air to breath.

But Lea was wrecking that theory hard. The woman wasn’t going down. She was slowing, sure, but it was like she was summoning energy from some boundless outside source. Enough to start rising, to grab onto Valley’s legs, to pick herself up, and-

”No…” Panic began to take over when Valley looked over her shoulder and saw what was right behind them. ”No, no-”

Lea fell backwards. The simplest thing, but it had a profound effect. Valley’s upper back crashed into the edge of the counter with a sick, hollow thud. Her legs opened wide, freeing the brawny blonde from their clutches, while the Entropy Champion herself was left laying on the countertop, a display for Avalanche DVDs beside her.

The irony wasn’t lost on Valley.

Despite appearances, both women were extremely lucky. Had Lea fallen but a touch more over the counter, her spine would of met the corner of the solid surface in absolutely brutal fashion. Had she fallen a touch less, Valley would of been in her place. Instead, both women landed with the entirely of the torso's on the counter, with Lea's thighs landing on the corner of the surface instead, with considerably less force given the majority of it was teetering over her top half.

To the absolute shock of the congregation outside, Lea soon rose, apparently completely unhindered. Shaking off the legs that were no longer tightly wrapped around her, the blonde would step forward as if she was as fresh as a daisy, eyes veering off into the distance...

Before abruptly falling to a knee, the pain and breathless sensation forcing itself through the woman's stern facade, the toll the woman had paid thus far becoming apparent for all to see.

Soon bringing hand to her face, Lea would wipe a thin bead of sweat down her glaring mug. This was her first interaction with a title, and the blonde herself was only now beginning to comprehend what sort of limits she must force herself through in order to come out on top. Being the mindless psychopath that she was in prior matches was not enough on its own. Valley would simply meet that with immense will and wrestling ability.

Lea knew she had to go further.

Wobbling back to a staunch footing, she'd turn and step towards the beauty still ideally placid over the counter. Lea's own gaze would fall briefly to the DVD covers besides her, composed of a assortment of women including Valley. Her hand briefly extended, pushing the small counter display with such over the other end. She didn't need a smug image of the woman she was trying to break in half looking over her as she did it.

Hands looking for Valley's hips, she'd slowly try to pull the beauty back to her feet, aiming to give the Entropy champion little space to move.

Most likely, having little good intentions in store.

Pain.

Valley once thought she’d get used to pain when she was young. She’d been a little afraid of it when she first started out - one of the reasons she’d favored a style that emphasized avoiding attacks - but she consoled herself, thinking she’d toughen up through time, that she wouldn’t get hit with anything she could endure. Her mother had done this for decades, how bad could it be?

As Valley laid on the counter, writhing in pain, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, she couldn’t help but remember that. And how stupid she was, once upon a time.

Pain hurt. Pain always hurt. That was why it was pain. This pain was taking over her mind, numbing her senses as it raged through her brain. She could only just barely register what was going on around her, but it was enough to paint a bleak picture. The tables had turned, Lea was good enough to move about while she wasn’t, and there’d be far more pain where that came from.

Lea was moving her now. For what purpose, Valley didn’t know, but there was little she could do to stop it, in any case. For the moment, all she could do was groan, as the larger blonde hauled her around like a sack of flour.

Hands latched and pulling her hated foe up straight, Lea would try to force what creativity she had within that psychotic mind to take form. Simply throwing and beating the woman as if she was a standard opponent was simply not enough. Such was already apparent. Every time Lea let her anger consume her, Valley would respond with a surgically precise attack, often one Lea had never even witnessed before.

She had to apply method to her madness.

Bending down, she'd try to slightly hoist Valley upon her right shoulder as if she was a sack of potatoes, before straightening up and turning with her foe in tow. Her hands latched to Valley's hips still simply to try and keep the woman steady on her shoulder, she'd latch eyes on something that could be used to her advantage.

In a vicious, cold manner. But that went without saying.

Attempting to build up some semblance of speed with her foe still hoisted, Lea would begin to pace towards the direction of the entrance the two titans came through. Although, she wasn't actually attempting to exit with Valley in tow, but rather simply head towards an object in the same direction as such.

A rather dense wooden table, filled to the brim with wrestler biographies, AFW annuals and text-based recaps of the companies history.

It wasn't too difficult to guess what Lea had in mind as she picked up pace; clearly attempting to drive her foe through said table in a move that was equal parts spine-buster and spear. Given it was Lea, she wouldn't at all hesitate at the fact she would hurt from driving both her and her foe through the table.

After all. The plan was, Valley would be cushioning her fall.