Party Hard vs. Novae - Starstruck

Valerie had only been out of the ring for a minute, more or less. Not much time. Not enough time to heal well after the thrashing Kaylee put her through. But she was still heated over that treatment, and few things could help her push through pain as well as rage. She could stand. She could fight.

She was glad when she saw that Kaylee let go of the hold, and even gladder when she saw the other blond had picked up a limp. A limb to exploit. A potential submission. Her department.

Making a split second decision, she reached over and made a tag, patting Tatiana on the shoulder as she rose, taking her sister by surprise. There was no time to debate, though - Valerie seized the moment. She ducked through the ropes, made a sloppy run towards Kaylee, and tried to tackle her to the floor from behind, hoping to reach her before she could reach Belle.

A gamble. If she reached Belle first, Valerie would likely regret making that tag. But it was a risk she was willing to take, as this match continued to escalate, growing to an intensity that few exhibition matches could mirror.

Kaylee braced her palm to her thigh as she dragged herself upright, managing little more than a speed walk at the moment.  All she had to do was reached Belle and she would be fine. She'd have a moment to recover, and be flying from post to post in no time. She limped her way towards her corner, getting past mid ring. Her hand reaching out as she inched closer and close to salvation. Just a little bit closer...

As Valerie came barreling into her from behind, her back bent with the impact before violently being whiplashed to the canvas. She hit the mat with a cry of pain, staring up at Belle still reaching for her through squinted eyes. Valerie's weight on her leg was painful enough as it was, if she couldn't make it though? What would the other blond do to her. She thrashed her body, trying to flail her good leg free to kick wildly back at Valerie as she was attempting to drag herself on her forearms across her personal warzone that the ring had become. "Get off get off get off GET OFF!"

Belle couldn't bend down any further, chest painfully straining at the ropes. She had to stand her ground and remain in contact where she was for a tag to count. Kaylee had to do the work to make it to her for her to be able to help. "You're almost to me, come on!" She stimped a foot on the apron, trying to drum up some support for Kaylee. Apparently the crowd liked that, as they started clapping along with the stomping, cheering Kaylee towards the ropes.

After the tag, Tatiana looked around, confused, as Valerie made her way into the ring. She didn’t really mind it, she’d just thought that her sister would still be wiped, still hurting from the damage that Kaylee had inflicted on her, and she could tell that every moment was either a figurative or a literal pain in her side, as she made a desperate dash for Kaylee, looking to intercept her before she could make the crucial tag to Belle.

Valerie slammed into her and wrestled to get on top of them, her calm, cool, collected sister moving with a raw ferocity that she’d never seen. She was determined to get a hold on Kaylee, driven, and she wasn’t about to give up no matter how much her foe protested. The more Kaylee fought, the harder Valerie fought to keep her down. ”Enough!” She exclaimed, as she slid back and grabbed her ankle, pulling her by the bad leg. ”You and I are not finished, suka!”

From the apron, Tatiana’s eyes widened to twice their normal size. Her sister.was cursing. Never a good sign for anyone in the vicinity.

Valerie stood now, still holding, continuing to lift as she dragged Kaylee like an unruly child out of a toystore. One way or the other, she was getting this woman to the middle of the end, then putting her leg into the most brutal submission she could think of. Probably a Sharpshooter.

Kaylee bucked, throwing her hand out to try to brush fingers with Belle but the girls just couldn't reach one another before Valerie had pressed her back to the mat. Her planted forearms dragged out from under her, fingers clawing desperately at the mat as Valerie hauled her backwards. This was terrible, she knew it. She looked to Belle, pleading for help, her partner seemed to understand as well but the referee had warned them already. Anything short of a pin or an active submission, she was on her own. She couldn't just let herself be taken to the lion's den like this, she had to fight.

Pulling her arms in, her palms dragged along the mat trying to finding a bit of purchase. When they finally did, she pushed herself up, twisting to try and flop herself onto her back. her free leg tucked inward before she reached out, taking hold of her own thigh to pull with not only her leg, but her arms too to yank Valerie closer by merit of the grip she had on her ankle. Whether the other blond came to chase after a better hold of her prey, or was pulled in, she would snap out her legs, thrusting a kick up at her. The wear didn't matter, her aim focused on whatever was the most certain target she could manage. This was likely the last chance she had to escape. If this failed she would have to hold out and hope Belle could intervene.

Valerie was on her back, staring up at the ceiling, wondering just one, important question: what had just happened?

She had been dragging Kaylee back towards the center of the ring, getting her to an equidistant from the ropes. Her foe was putting up a fight, because she knew what was coming and she strove to be as irritating as possible in all things. She could kick and scream all she wanted, though. It only meant she had less energy to work with.

Valerie was looking forward to bending her in half and taking this match for Novae. But then Kaylee pushed herself up, pulled her in, and the last thing she remembered was that kick in the face. Now she was here. Laying on the canvas. Her face scrunched, her teeth hurting, her head aching.

This woman. This woman.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out, but it couldn’t have been long, because Belle wasn’t all over just yet. That meant Valerie, bare minimum, had some time to prepare. She gripped the nearby ropes and pulled her way up, yanking up by one rope and the next, until she managed to put both feet on the floor and stand. Her gaze turned towards Party Hard’s corner, wanting to see what was coming her way.

When Valerie went down, her body screamed to jump on the woman. Go for a pin, go for a submission. her mind however knew better. If the other blond survived, she wouldn't get another chance at escape. She settled down sticking her tongue out at Valerie in one last act of defiance before tucking her body in, moving to the ropes in a roll. It was going to be faster than standing up again, she already had sussed that one out. The pain in her leg radiated outward each time she passed over it, not doing her favors. By the time she had made it to Belle and made the tag, she was ready to curl up and die on the apron. She couldn't even savor this moment as she scooted below the ropes.

The second they hands had touched, Belle was ducking into the ring. She look a long awkward hop over the downed Kaylee as she made her way directly at Valerie. Kaylee's well being aside, she had a bone with pick with the other blond for that split stretch move she pulled on her earlier. She could still feel the burn in her thighs, it only served to drive her harder, faster. Her boots pounded on the mat as she closed in, practically playing the missile lock sound effect from every videogame and movie she had ever played. She brought her arm up as her body tensed, bracing for impact as she tried to crash into Valerie, slamming the woman in the chest with a heavy clothesline before following it though, her intention was to flip her over the top rope and spill her to the outside.

She knew it was a risk, just as much as what Tatiana had done to Kaylee. She however was willing to fight both women on the outside if it came to that. With Kaylee down, she wasn't going to play games in the ring if she could double her damage output with a bit of hardcore moonlighting. If she had knocked Valerie outside the ring, she would slip out onto the apron, following after by performing a jumping stomp down at the woman from the ring as she pursued.

”Uh, Val?” Tatiana called out from the apron, looking over the ring with furrowed brows. ”You need to get up!”

”I know!” She spat back, fully recognizing the need for urgency. Belle was back in the ring, the strongest one out of the four of them by a wide margin, and Valerie would have little chance against her if she could use her full mobility. She was close to be fully erect as the brunette came her way, on the verge of pushing off and going into a run…

But she was slow. Too slow, this time. A brutal lariat slammed into her chest and sent her rolling, head over heels, tumbling over the ropes and to the floor below. She landed on her feet, but only by a mixture of reflexes and pure chance, and she didn’t stay on them for more than instant. Down to a knee she went, dazed and dizzy, trying her best to bring some sense back into her skull.

She was making decent progress on it, too. Then Belle came along and stomped it right out of her.

The brunette jumped down and planted her boots on Valerie’s back, drilling her into the floor. She cried out, her thick, Russian contralto filling the air, as the pain shot down her spine. She hissed and moaned, as she laid on the floor, in desperate need of a rescue.

One was coming. Sort of. ”Hang on, Val!” Tatiana bellowed as she made her way around the outside of the ring, heading to her sisters defense in the most obvious way possible. She was rounding the corner now, looking Belle’s way as she came shambling in. She was hurt, but not quite as hurt as she was showing off, an unspoken warning to get back into the ring.

She had to latch onto the ropes herself, throwing her weight so far into the lariat she nearly pulled herself over the ropes as well with Valerie. She didn't so much as hesitate, perhaps earlier in the match she would have stated in the ring or shot Tatiana a look. Right now things were strictly business. Kicking her legs through the ropes she pulled herself to the ringside. She stared down at Valerie, giving herself a three count before leaping off the apron to bring both of her boots down in a brutal stomp to bring the blond back to the hard ground. She stumbled, catching herself on the barricade as she came off Valerie.

Stepping over the woman she spied Tatiana out of the corner of her eye. It didn't matter. She was ready to go. She made it clear things weren't done here as she reached down, trying to take Valerie by the collar of her outfit and drag her to her feet. She was mindful of this sparking a realization with the redhead, so she made sure to pull her sister up between them, using her as a human buffer to watch for any incoming attack. She didn't much care for Kaylee's tactics in this match. She couldn't take it out on Kaylee, so she was going to pull it from this otehr vindictive woman to show her that they weren't to be messed with. She took this very seriously, and now Valerie was about to know.

She twisted her body, trying to scoop Valerie up in her arms. With a strained huff, she popped the woman up, onto her shoulders before trying to power her all the way over her head, holding her at arms length horizontally. If Tatiana made a move to charge her, she'd throw her sister at her. If however she remained back, Belle would instead bend at her knees before straightening back out, tossing the blond up into the air to let gravity sort her out across the barricade. She was done with all this childish bullshit.

This was going to get ugly. Valerie could tell that from one, single look, as she made her way around the corner. Her sister was in dire straits, and she could see the look in Belle’s eyes, that searing ferocity. The match had worn away on all of them, fraying their emotions and testing their bodies, and they weren’t even halfway done with it yet. In theory. Even after one of them was pinned or gave up, they would still have to deal with a handicap match…

For a brief flash, it occurred to Tatiana that she might very well have to gang up with Valerie against Belle. She did not like that thought.

There was precious little time to contemplate, however, as Belle was already lifting her sister up, going for something would no doubt involve slamming Valerie like a ragdoll. They didn’t speak, but that look in her eyes said enough - she was serious now. As serious as she was getting. Which meant Valerie needed to do the same.

She came in as quick as she could, intent on making a difference, and she kind of did in a fashion, as she gave Belle something else to hurl her sister at. The two of them went to the mat, crashing to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and muttered Russian curses, with the referee screaming at them to get back into the ring.

It hadn't been her preferred use for the blond, but it served its purpose. Hopefully Tatiana wouldn't take it too hard when this was over. A bit cynical by nature, she doubted the girl would feel the same about her after was all said and done. She wasn't exactly going easy on them... maybe on Tatiana, but she was absolutely mauling her poor sister. Was the redhead someone to take these things personal? She didn't know. She seemed nice, kind, spunky. But she didn't really know her at all. She wanted to, for some reason.

As the referee shouted down to them, Belle clapped the sides of her head with her palms to focus up. Trudging over to the sisterly pile she attempted to rip Valerie from the ground, jerking her up to her feet. A firm grip on the woman's collar and a collection of fabric clenched from the small of the woman's back she would jerk her up, purposely attempting to give the woman a wedgie, driving her costume up into her recesses. She's carry Valerie with that momentum to try to hoist her up enough to throw her up and into the ring, between the bottom and middle ropes. She wanted to make sure she gave the woman something more to think about, and have to deal with when she got herself back into the ring. Not as swift as Kaylee, the apron was a death trap for her in most situations when she was the legal woman.

She's glance down to Tatiana, tempted to offer the woman a hand. How would Kaylee feel about that? What would the fans think? Good sportsmanship, or something more. She glanced away, leaving the redhead behind on the outside as she climbed her way up onto the ringside before slipping in after Valerie.