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

This was happening

Alicia could scream. She could kick, she could squirm, she could wriggle, and buck and jump and jerk about like a fish on a hook. It wouldn’t matter. Valley was determined to drag her big, British but across the ring, and there was nothing that was stop her from that.

Steadfast and determined, she continued to haul Alicia along, ignoring the referee’s worried glances. She ignored pretty much everything except the task of hand, which was part of the reason she got hit by Alicia’s most recent desperate bid for escape, an errant kick that struck her in the knee.

It was a weak, poorly constructed, sloppy kick, but one of those from Alicia was better than some wrestler’s A+ material, and it made the Slamazon hiss as the pain coursed through her bones. It certainly meant that Alicia wasn’t quite as pliant as she would’ve liked. But there were ways to fix that.

”Making this a lot harder than it has to be…” She steeled her resolve, sucked in a deep breath, lifted up Alicia’s leg and let fly with a couple of kicks to the back of the redhead’s knee, hoping the pain would keep her distracted long enough for what she needed to do to be done.

And for the record, Alicia was going to kick, squirm, wriggle and buck and jump and jerk around like a fish on a hook. Because Valley Doll would do exactly the same thing in her place and they both knew it. They were fighters – they were not in this ring to make things easier for their opponent. That was just part of the job.

It helped that being dragged across canvas was a less than pleasant experience, involving nasty friction as bare skin rubbed over unforgiving material. It was certainly excellent motivation for struggling and thrashing as much as she could, not to mention the pain in her knee every time that Valley jerked her along using that as a leash.

All in all, even if it hadn’t been her job, Alicia would have felt fully justified in making the blonde’s life as difficult as she could along the way to wherever they were going.

That really was not something she was really thinking about at this point. That was for the future.

Slightly to her surprise, her kick did actually hit and did almost achieve its objective, but Valley was able to keep a hold of her leg.

It did make the veteran pause, but only to snap a couple of kicks of her own to the back of that wounded knee.

While Alicia was able to bite back the shout of pain, the result was a considerable reduction in her struggling, meaning that Valley would be much more able to drag her over to wherever they were going.

Yup, those were boos. Valley hadn’t been sure, thinking they might’ve been ‘Ooos’, or that sound the crowd makes whenever they see something that looks exceptionally painful. To be fair, there was a lot of both noises going around. But no, out in the fringes of the audience, speckled here and there and everywhere, she could hear the unmistakable sound of boos, and she highly doubted they were being directed to the woman she was currently dragging along the canvas.

A distressing thought, one that didn’t bode well for her future career, even with the belt around her waist. There would be PR to deal with, and that would be a lovely thing to tackle. She did her level best to push that worry out of her mind, though. She had work to do, and the task of hauling Alicia across the mat was taxing enough.

The woman was by no definition fat, but that didn’t mean she was light by any stretch of the imagination. Valley had to fight and strain for every inch, an effort that wasn’t made any easier by the aches and pains all over her body.

The effort took her longer than she would've liked, but with Alicia’s struggles finally reaching a minimum, she finally got where she wanted to be: the turnbuckle. The audience murmured, confused on what the plan was. Alicia was perpendicular to the corner, not parallel, not even close to traditional position for a Moonsault. Maybe a new move?

Yes...and no. The confusion turned to shock when Valley drop down to her butt, rolled under the ropes and started pulling Alicia’s mammoth legs underneath, one on both sides of the ring. She brought them together and bent one, placing her ankle underneath the other’s knees, forming a perfect four - a figure-four. The wrestling classic, but with the brutal twist of a long, metal bar in the middle.

The audience erupted, some calling for her to stop, other wanting to see her crank the move hard. None of them were quiet about their feelings but Valley tuned out the din. She’d already made up her mind on this.

With a slow nod, she summoned her resolved, placed her legs in the necessary spot, gripping Alicia’s leg under her arm and started to pull back applying more and more pressure with each passing second.

In truth, there was little worse than hefting dead weight around. It was tempting to think of it as being like… Oh, shifting shelves. But bodies had a way of passively resisting, even when the person in question wasn’t struggling. Limbs dragged or caught… Things just…

Resisted.

No, dragging one hundred and sixty pounds plus of British muscle around was never going to be fun. In fact the only way it could have been worse was if Alicia had been doing her part to make it worse.

Currently, that wasn’t a factor although part of Valley’s haste was no doubt motivated by knowing that couldn’t last forever.

In fact, the redhead was just starting to stir from her temporary torpor as they reached their destination. Still totally unaware of where she was (relatively speaking, she knew she was in the ring and in a match), there was none of the frantic resistance that a more conscious woman might have thrown up.

Of course, the other reason was quite simple. Alicia was not a pro wrestler. Not by any means. There were an awful lot of things that a wrestler might know to be scared of that she just hadn’t considered. Between that and her somewhat battered state, she wasn’t aware that she had anything to be worried about.

Even when she felt Valley manipulating her legs, it was only with the awareness that she was about to have to tap. Resigned to it, finally, Alicia just lay there and did her best to gather her strength.

They still had another round to go, after all.

Her first thought when she felt the ringpost brush her inner thighs was confusion. Confusion that rapidly sharpened into worry as she felt her ankle placed over her knee, and then became still more acute when she suddenly realised what Valley was about to do.

Ah.

She raised a hand, suddenly considering tapping her best option, but before her hand could fall Valley got her own legs in place and-

Words couldn’t do justice to the way Alicia’s leg felt. And her knee…

There was a pause between the hold starting and the near-frantic sound of Alicia’s hand slapping the canvas. But it wasn’t because the Scissor Queen was trying to resist.

It was more a question of the sheer agony making her forget what she needed to do to get out. As soon as her instincts took over, she was hammering the mat. She could feel her knee bending the wrong way…

Bending…

Whether Valley would hear beyond the shouts of the audience, though, that was another question.

As Valley cranked the pressure on, she couldn’t help but think back to the first - and, thankfully, last - time she’d been in this move herself. Twenty-five years old. World Warfare, the biggest PPV for Slamazons that year. At the end of hellish hardcore match with Roxy Riot, she got put up against the post and locked in that hold, while the psycho bitch laughed like a maniac on the outside. If the referees hadn’t managed to yank her free, there was no telling the damage that could’ve been done to her legs.

So she knew the pain. She knew the unspeakable agony that Alicia was going through. Valley had no plans on making Alicia endure that torture any longer than necessary.

But that wasn’t quite how things worked out. Maybe she got wrapped up in the moment or the crowd was too loud or her side trip down memory lane was too distracting. Either way, she only realized that Alicia was tapping a couple seconds after she’d started, when the bell was ringing and the referee was screaming.

”Let go, Valley!” She shrieked. ”Letgoletgo-“

Valley released the hold and flopped back on the steps, completely spent, not the least bit comfortable but too spent to move at the moment. All she could do was look up and sigh, glad that she’d won that round and even more glad that the round was over.

Some booed the questionable sportsmanship, others were happy that Valley was still in the game and that this was still a match. But there wasn’t a single soul who wasn’t glad that they didn’t have to watch anymore of that submission round.

To be honest, if the referee was shrieking, Alicia was just screaming because…

Well, if the audience were glad they didn’t have to watch any more of that particular hold, they should have tried being in Alicia’s shoes. Because she was just glad it was over.

Luckily nobody seemed in too much of a hurry to get things going again, because the redhead wasn’t going anywhere fast.

In fact, the only movement she made in the first minute or so was to pull herself further away from the ringpost, far enough that she could sit up and see how the knee joint felt.

Aside from the insane amounts of pain, of course. Gently probing the area as best she could, Alicia had to admit it didn’t feel injured. She could bend it a little, letting the muscles resume a more natural posture, but she really wasn’t confident about putting weight on it just yet.

Any weight at all, if she was honest. That had been a bad move and Alicia’s opinion of Valley had suffered just a bit. Not necessarily because of the choice of submission – though that might well changed once she had time to sit and think – but simply because of those added few seconds the blonde had kept the hold locked in.

Had it been deliberate? Accidental? Alicia honestly had no idea and something about the mere idea that Valley had done it on purpose…

That the blonde was just another one of those determined to hold on to a worthless belt at all costs…

It lit a blood red flame in her.

So when the referee came over to ask her if she could continue, if she wanted to continue, the redhead met the query with a cold nod.

Slowly, painstakingly, she began to lever herself to her feet, wincing as she moved.

Thus began one of the longest minutes in Valley’s life, as she waited to see if she had just done irrevocable harm to a young woman’s career. She wished she were flexible enough to kick herself in the face.

She didn’t want to feel bad about what she’d done. She kept telling herself that she hadn’t done anything illegal, that the referee would’ve already DQed her if she had, and that she was well with her rights. Everything was kosher. But, as she crawled back into the ring and saw Alicia struggle with her, she found those thoughts to be okay. What she’d done wasn’t wrong, but that didn’t mean her actions were exactly right, either.

The gray area. She hated the gray area.

The referee pointed to the far side of the ring, urging - if not, demanding - that she go there and take a moment, not that Valley needed the command. With a slight limp still going on in her leg, she made her way to the turnbuckle and leaned back against it, dropping to a crouch as she watched Alicia’s recovery. She wasn’t quite sure what to feel - she’d have been lying if she said there wasn’t a deep, evil part of her that wanted the match to be called, knowing who the belt would go to by default. She hated that part, wanted that nagging thought out, but it was a stain that wasn’t easily removed.

Whatever her dark desires were, they were moot. Alicia was strong, she was a fighter, and she wasn’t giving up so long as she had breath. The big Briton rose. Gingerly, tenderly, slowly, but she rose. The referee looked between the two, nervous and unsure, but after a moment passed she called for the bell. The match was still on.

Valley closed her eyes, breathed deep, muttered a quick prayer, and came out of her corner with her hands raised, lowering into her stance as she grew closer and closer to Alicia...

On Alicia’s side, the big redhead was doing something that usually she left a bit more free-flow. She was coming up with a plan.

Under normal circumstances, she was slower than Valley Doll but she had other advantages to make up for it. And her reaction speed if not her foot speed meant the blonde had to take her life into her hands – metaphorically speaking – each time she closed in. Now, Valley Doll was limping.

But Alicia’s leg was effectively now a ball and chain. She was slower. She couldn’t kick and she doubted she could bring much pressure to bear with a scissor hold. All in all, if she just threw herself into this, Valley was going to take her apart strike by strike and knock her out for the win.

If Alicia lost this match, she was fine with that. She was not fine with losing it without giving it her best shot and making Valley fight for her win.

As far as she could see, that meant she had to take this to the mats as soon as she could. There, she might have a chance. Standing, she was in serious trouble and potentially risking damage to her knee with every step she took.

That meant playing it safe, playing it by ear and taking advantage of any openings she got.

With that in mind, there was a distinct deliberateness to the way Alicia stepped out of her corner. Keeping her damaged knee back. Moving with a cold purpose that boded ill for Valley Doll in all manner of ways.

Alicia was limping, low, a tank with her treads taken out. Some wrestlers would have smelled the blood in the water, and came charging in with no hesitation, looking to take her down before she could recover. On the surface, that would seem like the smart idea. Alicia’s greatest weapon was neutralized. Her shields were down. Fire, fire, fire.

Some wrestlers. Some younger, less experienced, overeager wrestlers.

Valley on the other hand, wasn’t just looking at Alicia’s battleship legs. She was looking at those arm, that waist, and most importantly, those eyes that look like they were every bit as determined as they had been at the start. This match was not over, and she wasn't foolish enough to act that way.

She moved in with cautious steps, eying Alicia as she neared,watching as she tried to compensate for her hurting leg, Valley took deliberate step, moving in to her range little by little. Closer and closer and closer, until...

She came in with a hop, closing the distance as fast as she could manage with her hurting leg. Up came her leg, and she shot that leg out hard with a teep, aiming to strike the tip of her toe into the middle of Alicia’s chest. Whether the move came through her guard or not, didn’t matter. She wanted the big redhead to move back, to put pressure on that leg, to focus on taking care of that - and not whatever Valley was setting up in front of her.

What with neither woman exactly at her best here, it was not surprising that it took them a little longer than at the start to get things rolling.

And both of them were decidedly more cautious in their approach too, Alicia unwilling to risk that wounded leg any further or to open herself up by protecting it. Valley… Well, wounded or not, she clearly was far from sure that Alicia was mortally wounded and didn’t want to get taken down by the other woman in the closing moments of the match.

But, when the moment came, neither woman was holding back either. From the slow closing of before, Valley Doll was suddenly lunging forward and it was on.

Steeling herself, Alicia reversed her stance. It meant putting weight she really didn’t want to on that injured knee, and it immediately protested painfully. But the kickboxer gritted her teeth and did it anyway, because it let her effectively dodge the kick. Letting Valley’s foot shoot by her, the redhead grabbed at it, meaning to get a hold on the limb before using it to reel the blonde in towards her.

Ready for the vicious backhand she was readying with her other arm. It wasn’t going to be a pretty move, all about clubbing forward force applied to the smaller woman as hard as Alicia could manage.

But then Alicia had never been a pretty fighter and, if she had ever been tempted to go that route, now was certainly not that time.