SS 17 Entropy Title - Valley Doll (c) vs. Alicia Welles (Total Victory Match)

Valley tapped.

It wasn’t a conscious decision, and it didn’t really have to be. While it had been a while since she’d put in a move painful enough to make her do it, her core training remained strong, and one of the big things her mother taught her was that, if the choice came, her pride wasn’t worth her body. If tapping out meant saving a trip to the hospital, she would tap without a moment of hesitation.

That was the situation she found herself in, or at least the one she thought she did. While she tried to struggle and fight and escape, it was about as useful as a gazelle struggling against a lion, after its neck is already in the beast’s mouth. The worst part was knowing that, at any moment, it was going to get worse, so much worse, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She’d felt what Alicia’s thighs could do to her ribs, she didn’t want to know what they could do to her skull.

Then it happened, and she learned just how much she really didn't want to know it.

There was a cracking sound in Valley’s ear. She didn’t know what it was, exactly, but the safe bet was on her skull, as the tremendous pressure came bearing down. In the back of her head, she knew that, as powerful as Alicia’s legs were, they weren’t strong enough to crush a human skull. The bone was too hard for that...but she could give her a concussion. She could do damage that would take years to repair. She could hurt her in ways that a wrestler couldn’t afford to be hurt.

So she tapped, or rather, her body did, in a bid to preserve itself. And it would’ve worked, too...except that this wasn’t the submission round, it was the pin round, and judging by that crazed smile on Alicia’s face, she wasn’t quite ready for the kill. The cat had caught the mouse, and now it was time to play.

A chorus of boos, cheers and pleas rose from the nearest fans as Valley’s hand frantically started to slap at Alicia’s thigh. It was too clearly a tap, too clearly a plea for freedom from the steely gams crushing her skull and not an attempt to escape, and the fans were begging the champion not to give up.

Though it was anyone’s guess whether Valley could hear them, let alone be aware of them.

And to give her her due, the champion was struggling. She was just in a very bad spot, where all she could do was pry futilely at the thick thighs crushing her skull, with no access to either the ropes, her own legs or even the fallback of just tapping out.

Alicia for her part just stared down at her, her ankles twining around each other, muscles flexing and tensing as she continued to apply remorseless, merciless pressure.

And smiling.

The only question – for those not involved, for Alicia knew the answer and Valley likely didn’t care – was where the redhead intended to go next. There were no submissions so…

What?

Was she planning to knock Valley out?

They weren’t kept in suspense for long before the kickboxer demonstrated she knew exactly what she was about.

Keeping up the squeeze as best she could, Alicia started to scramble back into the ring, pulsing her inner thigh muscles around Valley as she used her scissors to try and drag the champion along with her.

It was far from an elegant way to go about it but Alicia was all about getting it done, not how prettily she did it.

Valley hated spiders. Insects and bugs and tiny crawly things in general, but especially spiders. If she had to give an answer why, she’d think back to the time when she was young, and she saw this big spider web on her porch. She’d stared at it for a while, not knowing what it was, until some hapless flying came along and got stuck in it. Then she saw the spider - this big, black abomination of a spider - come out and drag the fly to its squirming death.

It terrified her. And now, as she squirmed in Alicia’s grasp, it was pretty much the only thing she could think of. This smaller animal being hauled away to its demise, unable to muster anything even resembling a defense…

It was not a fun-fun happy time. Not for her, anyway - Alicia was all smiles as she scooted back, wisely dragging Valley across the ring and away from the ropes before they could became a factor. She did her best to resist the pull and hold her ground, but it was a futile effort. Size, strength, position - everything was in Alicia’s favor down here.

That didn’t mean Valley was out of options, though, or that she would just resign herself to crushed like a grape. Experience had saved her the last time Alicia got her dead to right, and she would bet on it doing so twice.

As Alicia moved back, Valley suddenly stopped resisting and instead pushed forward, getting up to her knees and then pushing to her feet, attempting to drop her weight on and steal a pin. The referee was quick to move in, dropping to her knees to start up the count along with the crowd.

”1...!”

It wasn’t the most comfortable way to travel around a ring, dragging herself over the canvas with her upper body strength while pulling a struggling woman along behind her. But Alicia was managing it, tugging Valley further and further into the centre of the ring where she had fewer and fewer options for an escape.

Of course, as Alicia expected, the blonde still had tricks up her non-existent sleeves – she’d have been disappointed if it’d been any other way. All of a sudden, she was moving faster than before, her legs rising up as Valley pushed herself up to standing, planting Alicia fully on her shoulders.

And the referee of course was right there.

They’d been here before.

Except things were different, a lot different.

Alicia was considerably fresher for one thing, it being the beginning of a match instead of nearly its finish. And she was decidedly more experienced in a wrestling sense as well.

She still found herself up on her shoulders. The ref’s hand still slammed down for the first count, the fans suddenly back on the edge of their seats.

Alicia’s wicked smirk however only widened. She didn’t look worried, didn’t panic this time.

Instead, she did two things.

First, if anything, she planted her hands and thrust up, initially into a handstand position before bucking and trying to roll them both over to the side. While Valley was able to pile more weight on her in this hold, it also gave the big redhead much more leverage to get her shoulders back up. Not to mention that, if anything, she’d be squeezing harder in that position.

And, unless Valley wanted to risk serious neck damage, she was going to have to roll with Alicia’s legs. The redhead as was her way certainly wasn’t trying to break Valley’s neck but she wasn’t exactly holding back to avoid injury either.

Words could not accurately describe how happy Valley was to hear the referee's count and feel the impact of her hand on the canvas. While it meant she would have to endure this crushing headscissor for another few seconds, it would be worth it if she could secure a solid win and take the round.

Then she would have the submission round to look forward to, which...yeah, that would be a problem. One step at a time.

That moment of elation evaporated in a single heartbeat, fluttering away the second Alicia posted up on her hand and lifted her shoulders off the mat. All Valley could do was look on with a mix of amazement and panic, as she realized what was about to happen - along with the fact that she’d be powerless to stop.

Alicia twisted about brought Valley along with her, yanking her off her feet with a decisive pull. Down she went, landing hard on her side while more pressure continued to pound away on her skull.

That was her best idea, but it’s failure didn’t meant that Valley stopped fighting, only that her struggles became that more desperate. Her only recourse was to squirm about and kick her legs, a feeble attempt to hit Alicia in the back, while she pounded on those iron thighs with her fist. Hardly the best offense, but she had to do something.

Not this time, Valley, not this time.

But Alicia still loosened her hold, letting the pressure slacken as if about to release.

And then clamped it back on, bridging into it, her thighs and glutes going from relaxed to stone hard instantly.

Before she relaxed and did it all over again.

She did it again, and then again, hammering Valley’s neck with vicious, even sadistic pulses five times before she was satisfied with the damage she’d done.

Only then did the big redhead unlock her scissors and scoot back, confident that Valley would be in no immediate shape to resist.

Maybe she could have gone for the pin there and then but Alicia had something else in mind first. Grabbing at the leg she’d been stomping, Alicia did her best to shove Valley onto her back.

Her intention was to attack Valley’s leg on three fronts. Locking her own crushing thighs around Valley’s more slender limb, the redhead would kick her legs out to apply a brutal thigh scissors hold to the blonde. At the same time, extending her own legs would both give her further leverage to hyperextend the leg she had trapped and kick the other further out, essentially forcing Valley to do the splits.

And, last but definitely not least, arching her back would let the Scissor Queen bend the knee of the leg she had trapped in a way nature definitely never intended. Basically, a kneebar as if the other two elements weren’t enough.

Mostly, Alicia would focus on the squeezing. But – if they’d been in the submission round – this would be a match ending hold. Maybe worse.

It was a small thing, but Valley was grateful for that brief pause in Alicia’s squeezing, that sliver of a moment where her thighs slackened. It gave her the chance to breath, to get some clarity, to not have her skull getting pounded into paste. As transient as it was, she cherished it, because she knew it would be getting much worse in a moment.

And it did. It so did.

”Guh! Gah! Nnh!” Valley cried out with each powerful pulsing of Alicia’s thighs, hammering from both side with dizzying force. Each one left Valley more drained than the last, each one knocked more sense out of her brain, to the point that, when Alicia finally let go, all the Slamazon could do was lay there and stare at the ceiling. She wasn’t finished, could still fight, but it was like her brain needed to reboot before her body could do anything in the way of retaliation.

That would take time. Time Alicia was never going to give her. That fact was made abundantly clear, as the Scissor Queen flipped her over, seized her leg, lifted it up, and…

”What are you-” Whatever Valley’s final word was going to be, it was suddenly replaced by a pained and confused grunt, as Alicia introduced her to a sort of pain she’d never known about before. The idea of scissoring a leg wasn’t completely unknown to Valley - she’d seen a handful of women attempt something similar before, typically tying it in with other holds. She had never seen it done all that effectively, though - until now. She could feel the circulation being cut off as the crushing pressure did its work, and the added twist of the kneebar only made it exponentially worse.

Some in the crowd seemed confused, with a few even throwing out taunting remarks, calling Alicia stupid for not attempting a pin - but Valley knew better. Her opponent had this round wrapped up, and she was wisely thinking ahead, setting the stage for the next round. She would go for a pin, there was no question there, but until she did, this wasn’t a match anymore: it was a dissection.

As was her wont, Alicia was paying no attention to the crowd and their shouting. Her focus was purely on Valley Doll, methodically taking the blonde apart while she had the chance. Her understanding was that, once the round ended, they’d separate and she wanted to make it as easy as possible for her to get her hands on the nimble veteran as she could.

She was also having to pay more attention than usual to the submission hold she was using to torture and damage the blonde’s leg.

Contrary to what some of the fans seemed to think, Alicia was not looking to actually damage Valley’s knee. Under normal circumstances, she’d just keep on working it until the blonde tapped out. With that not an option, the redhead was somewhat more conscious of her duty not to maim her opponent. Valley had no way to get out here, leaving the burden on Alicia.

So, while she squeezed that thigh as if she wanted to pulp muscle and bone alike and while she yanked on the limb mercilessly doing as much injury as she dared, the Scissor Queen wasn’t as brutal as she could have been.

Not nice but trying to avoid injury too.

Plus, while this was useful work to set up the next round, it was also pointless unless she won this one. So, after what she felt was an appropriate length of time, the kickboxer released her holds and scooted up.

From having her legs around Valley’s leg, she was now looking to lash those dangerous limbs around the blonde’s midsection in a reverse bodyscissor of sorts. And this time, she had a particular plan in mind.

Valley was being eaten alive.

That was a morbid thought, but it was frankly the best analogy Valley could come up with to describe what was happening to her leg at the moment. It felt like Alicia’s thighs were chewing on, grinding it between big, meaty teeth. No give. No way to resist. Just this inexorable, maddening pressure that crushing and crushing and crushing.

It didn’t help that Valley couldn’t think of a single way to counter it, either. How could she? She’d experienced all sorts of holds in her career, had executed many of them herself, had forgotten more about wrestling moves than most people would ever know. But this? She’d never been in anything like it. Not even close. It was a smart, new sort of submission, and she was frankly glad Alicia hadn’t though to use it the first time they fought.

Luckily, Alicia had no intention of holding the damn thing forever. Unluckily, that hardly meant Valley was off the hook.

The teeth that had been gnawing on her leg moved up came to her waist instead, leaving a deadened, numb limb behind them. They went right back to work, though, grinding away on Valley’s taut midsection, as the blonde writhed and squirmed away, pushing away at them for any glimpse of relief.

”Huh…” She gasped and flopped back, not wanting to waste anymore of her energy. ”Got you just where I want you…”

There was more booing and cries of ‘Boring!’ from the audience, which was absolutely fine. The redhead had never claimed to be here to entertain them.

She just focused on grinding Valley down, on the useless way the blonde’s hands were slapping and pushing at her quads as the muscles tightened.

One of her favourite feelings, if she was honest. Too bad she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for long, though she had to admire Valley’s spirit as always. It was why she liked the blonde, she wouldn’t quit until she physically couldn’t keep going.

It made for some amazing matches and Alicia fully believed this would be another one to savour.

‘Actually, that’s my line.‘

The words ran through Alicia’s head exactly like that. Another woman might have said it out loud.

Alicia just settled for a soft snicker, before she rolled over.

Specifically, she rolled over towards Valley’s head, looking to roll the smaller blonde up in a neat ball with her thighs keeping Valley all tied up.

And, most relevant for the present round, pressing the veteran’s shoulders flat against the mat. It also meant that Alicia was up on her hands, her hips off the canvas and her face staring at the lights until she tossed her head back. Her ankles wove together tighter, her bodyscissors tightening to their maximum safe constriction around Valley’s belly as she waited for the referee to count.

She wouldn’t get long either way but she wanted Valley starting the next round with a dead leg and empty lungs.