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

Lea lifted Valley up, and the Slamazon tried to recall her mother’s advice for hardcore matches.

#1: Don’t do hardcore matches.

#2: Don’t do hardcore matches..

Good, homespun wisdom, but not something that was really going to help her out much at the moment. Not when she was up in the air and being crushed by a woman who seemed to derive pleasure from making her suffer. From the way she was being held up, carried about on Lea’s shoulder like the fresh kill of a huntress, she could hazard a guess what Lea’s move would be: slamming her down on something big and hard.

It wouldn’t be the floor, Valley thanked her lucky stars for that, but she doubted Lea would settle for anything that would come close to a soft landing spot.

As it turned out, the suspense didn’t last long, as Lea soon found what she was looking for: a signing taste. She brought Valley down into it with sledgehammer force, enough to make every single onlooker wince, and the only thing that could drown out the sound of impact was Valley’s long death wail, her body exploding in pain.

The table didn’t give all the way, but it was sagging, split down the middle and threatening to fall any moment under the weight of Valley Doll and a few remain biographies. The hit hard been hard enough, but Valley’s body made a poor battering ram. Whether that was good for her or bad, she didn’t have the mind to say right now.

Clenching her teeth hard, the champion made a mad effort to try and sit up, even knowing she ‘d likely not get too far...

Believe it or not, Lea did not foresee her future in AFW to be one based upon the hardcore variety. Sure she enjoyed the use of weapons in a no-holds barred bought, but where was the fun for the manic blonde in a fight that favoured something other than her own mitts? That being said, upon looking at the figure before her, she was most certainly beginning to develop a more refined taste for said variety.

It was no surprise to everyone bar Lea that the table didn't fully buckle. This was no ringside, plywood sort designed for a satisfying smash upon a body meeting it. This was a thicker display sort, meant purely for the holding of goods.

Not a Valley Doll.

Unable to resist the satisfying motion of licking her lips, Lea would do so whilst grabbing her opponents ankle. Dragging the Entropy champion via her leg like downed prey, Lea and Valley would finally exit the gift shop, not a moment too soon to the screaming staff who had been watching on with eyes wide as saucers. The crowd outside being forced to move by the manoeuvring security, Lea would drag Valley into a open space in the foyer, a good distance between the two women and the next nearest security member achieved.

Stepping round to the woman's side, she'd place her foot upon Valley's hip, with smug grin equipped. Lea didn't have to break silence for the masses to be able to see what she was thinking.

'Take a fucking look at what I've done.'

Even though they’d only been in the store for a few minutes, Lea and Valley had left their mark on the small store, enough for anyone to be able to trace their path through it. When they’d entered, Valley had been in firm control, but now that they were leaving, things had changed up considerably.

The crowd parted ways at Lea marched forward, dragging Valley’s limp body body behind, acting as if the match was hers already. To be fair, she had good reason to believe that - the champion was clearly hurting, her spine aching from top to bottom after the repeated abuse. Her girlfriend was going to miss their playtime for the next few weeks, that was certain.

Valley was down. Obviously. But she wasn’t out just yet.

As she was hauled through the store, she had enough presence of mind to register what was going on around her, see the mess they’d made, and one of the things that caught her eye was a teapot - a weird thing to find in a wrestling store, until you saw the rose on it and realized it was some of Gwendolyn’s merch. Real porcelain, too. Looked very fancy. And hard.

Valley grabbed it as she was dragged, not bringing much attention to the action, hoping to avoid Lea’s notice. She still had it when Lea moved over to place a dominant foot on her hip, and when that happened, the Slamazon saw her chance.

Valley sat up fast - something that hurt her back, but there was little getting around it - and slammed the teapot on Lea’s knee, with enough force for it to break off on impact.

Save for the roaring of the counter staff and the scraping of Valley's body along the cold floor, there was a odd air of silence amongst the masses. They loved a good fight, but not at the expense of a fan favourite.

Especially over a voiceless sadist who had yet to respond to the crowd beyond soulless glares.

Lea had little reason to give notice over what Valley's hands were doing. Why would she; they were not on her. If the moment occurred that such a thing happened, she would respond accordingly and brutally. Right now, she was towing Valley as if she was slain cattle, completely lacking in concern over where Valley's hands could actually reach even if she forced a response.

With foot over her 'kill,' however, Lea suddenly found herself at a loss for balance. She didn't scream, nor could she resist the stumble. Hell, she couldn't even fathom what had just occurred, given that even if she had delivered such a strike from Valley's angle with her fist alone, it wouldn't of had the same effect.

Falling down to Valley's side to a knee, with the struck knee raised, the other flat to the floor, Lea's eyes evidently were struggling to comprehend what the hell just happened. Eyes falling to the now shattered pieces around the floor, it was only when she turned to face Valley that she understood what had just occurred.

Along with comprehending the pain.Something that became very apparent, as she forced her mouth to stay shut with teeth baring, eyes latched on Valley Doll.

A teapot handle, still in her grip.

The strange thing was, even through all of this, even with Lea stomping on her like she was a lioness over a fresh kill on the Savannah, Valley could still garner some real respect for her fellow blonde. She was a mean, vindictive bitch, it seemed, but you didn’t go into hardcore matches with a nice attitude. A little ambition never hurt anyone, and if Valley had been born a bigger, more violent woman...well, she wouldn’t be too different. Probably wouldn't go with the hair, though.

So, there was some respect there, but it was only going so far. Valley had fought too long and too hard for the Entropy title, sacrificed too much to let this go after her first defense, no matter how tough her opponent was. It just was not happening. She was willing to go to extreme lengths, as the broken handle in her hands amply demonstrated.

Now she had to work with that.

Valley’s body didn't want to move, but her mind forced the issue, managed to sit up enough to make her way to her knees. Her spine would hate her for it, but she managed to get into a good enough position to lash out, swiping her arm across Lea’s bare chest with a knife edge chop.

If Lea struggled to fully comprehend being fairly hit by her foe in the early stages of the match, you can imagine the confusion she was experiencing right now. Her eyes would dart back and forth between three set points.

Valley's hand.

The smashed ceramic surrounding her.

And of course, her knee.

She still couldn't fully comprehend it. How could she? In her mind, just like every other match, this was to be all her. And now here she sat. Red knee, bared teeth, and a brain struggling to realise she'd just been victim of a violent tea party.

Once more turning to Valley with confused gaze still equipped, she'd be greeted with kindness in the form of a knife edge chop. The direction of the strike forced the beauty instantly onto her sides, before Lea turned fully, back to her foe for perhaps the first time in the match, bare supple skin already turning a shade of pink.

Wheezing from the pain accordingly, with leg still throbbing to boot, the blonde powerhouse slowly tried what appeared to be a military crawl away from Valley. The pain was great, the shock and dismay was even more so. Right now, Lea only wanted one thing.

She wanted space.

She needed space.

Even with all the commotion around them, all the cheering and the screams and the muttering and the echoes, Valley’s knife edge chop still made a resounding noise that echoed down the halls. There was no sound quite like a good chop, and she knew from vast, personal experience that the louder it was, the more it hurt. Lea didn’t make any noise, of course, but if she could, it was a safe bet she’d be screaming right now.

It was a temporary measure, though - truth told, Valley hit Lea with it because she didn’t have the energy to do much else, especially from this position. Her mind was running with a ton a techniques, move she would have loved to execute, but her body simply was not up to the task. From here on in, she was going minimal, or she wasn’t going anywhere at all.

It was a good thing the blow spun Lea around, because it meant that she didn’t get to see Valley flop forward immediately after, going down to her elbows on the floor. Her back was practically begging for some respite. Every little movement seemed to bring a new ache, a new pain, a new hurt. It was torture just to be awake.

Even so she kept on pressing. Kept on resisting. Lea was on her knees, crawling away, and she had to go after her. There just wasn’t a choice about it.

Valley crawled after Lea, going as fast as she could on her hands and knees, trying to get her before made too much distance. When it looked like she was close enough, the Slamazon pounced on her prey, jumping on the younger woman’s back to wrap her legs around her waist and her arms around her throat. Simple, not too glamorous, and about all she could make work at the moment.

Had someone asked Lea about the time she nearly passed out from Valley's headscissors, she would of denied it. Had someone asked about the time Valley smashed a teapot over her leg, she would have denied it. And just like now, if you asked Lea about the time she actually seemingly was on the retreat from an opponent, let alone the Friction Entropy champion, well.

You get the idea.

Dragging her beaten knee for a good few lengths before life again came to it, Lea was simply looking for the nearest thing to aid her stand. A table, a curtain, a stray attendee. She could on her own, but she'd look damn near beaten doing so. Not that she could look any worse after what Valley had just done to her.

Valley Doll's crawl was noticeably quicker, a given fact that her knee not forced to play host to a tea party for a quarter of a second. Mounting the blonde was easy enough, with Lea's back completely unprotected, a feat that forced Lea to fall a little closer in her crawl to the floor. Hooking the legs a similar feat.

Getting the arms around the throat of a woman whose anger was currently only withheld via her lack of energy?

A little trickier.

Falling to her side with Valley's lower half easily wrapped around her, Lea's own strong mitts came to fight the arms that tried to bind her. She was strong no doubt, but all it took was a few rapid movements and Valley would sink her arms in, to likely choke the beast out once more.

Lea had other ideas.

Like leaning in, and sinking her teeth right into Valley's right wrist.

The legs worked well enough. That wasn’t the problem. Lea was, thankfully, not as tall as some of the other bruisers Valley had taken on in her time, so she had no trouble working her legs around the blonde’s waist and getting a tight squeeze on.

But it wouldn’t be enough to take Lea down. Enough to hurt her, sure, but knock her out? No.

She needed the full hold. She needed the sleeper. That proved a bit harder.

For a moment, Valley thought she was making headway, that she might lock it in, but there was a big problem - Lea was strong. Very strong. Much stronger than her. So much so, that even though she had the better position, she was still able to resist, pull the arm back, and-

”Yeow!” Valley yelped and immediately let go of the scissor, trying to pull her arm away from Lea’s mouth before she could break skin. ”You bit me! You bit me!”

Lea had certain codes of honour, surprising for a woman who apparently enjoyed nothing but the fight. Clawing, scratching, and of course biting, were exceptions to this rule when the pretence for the match was hardcore. After all, Valley didn't have to agree to facing the blonde.

Lea was happy enough to quickly release, leaving at best a small red mark as opposed to drawing blood. She was starting to tire before Valley had gotten her body wrapped around her, but right now, she had forced what little adrenaline she had to rise.

With clearly no good intentions in mind.

Rising whilst pushing those unwrapping legs aside, Lea had already made her intended goal clear, as she eyed up a specific section of the nearby vicinity in amidst the nearly applied sleeper. Not even turning to face the Champion as she saw to her bitten arm, Lea would make her way towards what appeared to be a purposeful confrontation with a nearby security guard. Raising her arm, she'd give a forceful shove, surprisingly firm given her current predicament and state of frame. It was only when said security guard was knocked aside, did it become apparent what Lea was going for.

A nice, pristine, almost shining steel chair.

One that Lea had quickly put in between her firm mitts.