Entropy Championship Title Match: Valley Doll (C) vs. Emily Nelson - Better Angels [FWC]

The audience awed and Valley grinned as the unmistakeable sound of flesh-on-flesh filled the arena. That chop in particular was a good one, honed from hours spent striking at doors to get it just right. Valley Doll Sr. was well-known for her biting chopes, and she insisted her daughter carry on tradition. It was one of the few things she’d kept from her mother’s style, and with good reason.

The whole point of it, though, had been to drive Emily away, make her stagger back, maybe even get her to turn around and open up that back again. That didn’t happen. Instead, the Scot not only held her ground, but had the audacity to hit back.

Emily’s chop came out like a whip, made a similar noise, and hurt just as much. It wasn’t as bad as the sort of pain Valley had back when she still had a prodigious chest - one of the many reasons she’d gotten reduction surgery - but it still stung like fire, as if hundred of tiny bugs were chomping on her chest. The Slamazon shrieked and turned to the side, grasping her chest and staggering, but she was quick to glare back Emily’s way.

”Doing this now, huh?” She leaped back towards the Wrestle Angel and came at her with a lunging chop, once more aiming for the dead-center of her chest.

Emily was really trying hard not to show how much that last chop hard hurt. Her breath felt heavier in her lungs, and her breasts throbbed dully after the heavy impact. She hoped, ever so slightly, that Valley was hurting just as badly after her return chop. Breathing hard through her nose, she straightened up and met Valley's glare with one of her own.

And reeled, gagging, as Valley nailed her with another hard chop. The blow expelled what little air was left from her lungs and doubled her over, leaving her clutching her chest further as she wheezed from the heavy blow. "Bloody little..." she growled under her breath. She was having quite enough of this.

Breathing through clenched teeth, she straightened up again and turning around to face Valley again, her previously icy expression now a blaze of violet fury. She would lunge back at Valley again, but this time, instead of nailing her with a chop, she would use her natural height advantage to kick up, hoping to surprise Valley with a hard boot either to her chest or face!

The crowd, understandably, was excited. What had begun as a very technical battle between two skilled combatants was quickly turning into a brutal ringside brawl.

Bullseye.

It was impossible to be sure, what with the fishnet covering on Emily’s chest, but Valley was fairly certain that she hit the exact same spot she landed with the first shot. Judging by the way Emily was reeling and crying, she guessed she was right on that note - the only thing that hurt more than getting chopped in the chest once was getting chopped in the chest twice.

Valley stepped back and bit her lip as Emily glared her way, clearly getting ready to fire another salvo in the chopping war. Never one to be outdone that easily, she prepared herself for another blow to the chest…

...only to wind up taking a boot to the head, instead.

Valley cried out and staggered back down the aisle, going a few steps before she wound up plopping down to her butt on the bottom of the ramp. She stayed there for the moment, rubbing the spot where her eye had received an up close view of Emily’s heel. ”Not a chop fan?”

Emily was still breathing hard even after her boot made a solid connection with Valley's face. Valley's strikes packed a lot of power behind them, she was discovering, and it didn't help that they were pretty accurate. It was one thing to have seen a lot of Valley's matches, but feeling was a different thing altogether from seeing. As Valley staggered away, Emily lurched after her, trying to ignore the stinging pain in her breasts when she moved.

"Nay," she answered Valley, "just as ye won't be liking this." While she wasn't one to kick another woman while she was down, she also wasn't about to let Valley recover, either. Following up to Valley, she stomped hard on Valley's midsection, before grabbing the other girl by her short hair, hoping to quickly yank her up and whip her against the barrier while she was still stunned.

Valley had heard that the Scottish were known for being a feisty, rowdy bunch, but she always assumed that was just some lame stereotype. Maybe it was, but Emily Nelson wasn’t doing anything to dispel the myth - as she neared, fire in her eyes, the Slamazon knew there would be more pain coming. Much more.

She raised her hand to block the stomp, but that turned out to be useless - the blow cut straight into her gut regardless, knocked the wind out of her, left her wide open when the Wrestle Angel yanked hard on her hair. ”Ow! Hair, ref!” She hissed in protest as Emily yanked her up, forcing her up on wobbly feet.

A moment later found Valley with her back thrust against the barricade, leaning on it for support as security moved the fans away from them. Smart move - Emily was coming hard for the belt, and there was no telling which direction this match would go next.

The crowd was right to back away, because Emily wasn't letting up. As Valley slammed against the barricade, the tall Scotswoman was storming after her, a look of relentless focus in her eyes. If Emily was hurting at all, both from the previous double tap and those repeated blows to the chest, then she was doing her best not to show it.

The moment she was in front of Valley, she would waste no time, bursting forward and ramming a forearm into her face is a short ranged clothesline. However, she would not want Valley getting out of reach just yet-- if it looked like the Slamazon was going to be pitched over the barricade by the blow, Emily would grab onto her arm to prevent her from falling, and instead drop down to wrap her arms around her waist.

"Remember how ye were focusing on my back earlier?" she said. "One good turn deserves another." And with that, she would try to lift Valley up briefly-- audibly gasping a little as pain flared up in her own sore back-- before turning and trying to bodyslam Valley hard down onto the ramp!

It was starting to officially feel like Valley’s stint in the driver’s seat was over, and she was coming to regret getting knocked out of the ring. It had worked for her a minute ago, when she managed to get some high damage in quick against her opponent, but now Emily was definitely taking better advantage of the stipulation. There no weapons allowed, but a skilled opponent could use the ring to her advantage, and the Angel was certainly that.

The clubbing blow left Valley reeling, nearly falling over the barricade, and she very well might have if Emily hadn’t pulled her in nice and tight, slamming their bodies together. It wasn’t the most uncomfortable feeling, to be honest - there were worse things in the world to be squeezed against than Emily Nelson’s body. But she knew it wouldn’t last.

”If I say ‘no’, will you not-”

She had a smart comment coming, but it was cut in half when Emily yanked her around and brought her down on the ramp for a crash landing. The audience recoiled and rightly so, the blow hurting every bit as much as it looked. Valley shrieked and went rolling up the ramp after the impact, flopping about a few times before she reached her chest. From there, she started to push up, trying to get to her knees and then her feet, but knowing she wouldn’t be able to do that nearly fast enough to get breathing room.

"VALLLEEEEY! Kick her ass!"


"You suck, Valley!"


"Go, Emily!"


"...Nelson, go eat a--"

This close to the crowd, Emily could hear them all the more clearly: what was once an amorphous blot of sound at in the constant background of her hearing had crystallized into individual voices, some cheering, some cursing, but all shouting over one another as the fight came their way. It took a little more to shut them out as Emily hugged Valley close to her, briefly getting a good feel of the tightly corded muscle of her foe's abdomen and the the curve of her back.

And then she brought Valley crashing down again, punishing Valley hard with a simple yet effective slam. The crowd screamed a little more after Valley flopped to the mat. Breathing hard, Emily followed after the visibly hurting Slamazon, shoving her over onto her back and lying across her for the pin.

"ONE..." the ref girl called.

Valley was hurting. Her back was a giant, neverending fountain of pain, so harsh and hard that she was having a hard time telling where the source was. It would be so easy to just roll up and quit at this point, let Emily take the belt. She’d be a worthy champion, there was no question there.

Only, aside from her regular determination, there was no way Valley was losing to a bodyslam. Not on the mat, not on the floor, not on the ramp, not a steaming bed of burning coals.

”2…!”

She thrust her arm straight up, just as the referee was raising her hand for the final count, then sagged back down. Had to conserve her energy. Had to wait.

Emily felt the other girl jerk up underneath her, breaking the pin. Valley was hurting, but wasn't going down. Emily should have expected as much: it wasn't for nothing that Valley Doll was the champion, after all. No matter what Emily threw at Valley, she suspected that the American could take it and more.

"That's the spirit, love," she whispered down to Valley, unsure if she could hear her or not. "Keep fighting." It felt weird, trying to encourage a woman she was so busy trying to destroy, and whose belt she wanted. But deep down inside, it wasn't just that she felt no ill will to Valley: this was a title match, so she expected nothing less than a tough, hard fought bout against the champion.

Kneeling up, Emily grabbed Valley by the head (not the hair this time), and snagged her in a side headlock, compressing her skull fairly close to her own fishnet-covered chest. With Valley hopefully under control, Emily would walk her up the ramp, before building into a run and trying to Irish whip her into the wall near the exit!