Trent Masters vs. Valley Doll- A bitter start

It felt oddly satisfaction to feel her abdomen crash land on top of his knee. If the Slamazon thought that she was going to win this match she had another thing coming. The Masterpiece was going to prove to the AFW roster and its fan that the new face of Tension was going to be The Dominion. No doubt Valley's skill and expertise could not be questioned, her form and technique to go for the lionsault was flawless but Trent was eager to foil her plans and managed to counter.

The blow left Valley hurt and reeling away from him until she made it under the ropes and ring apron. At this point, Trent would rise up onto a knee while watching his opponent getting distant from him. The Masterpiece grunted in effort when rising up to his feet. He would approach her, grabbing both of her legs and tucking them under his arm pits. He positioned her such so that she on her back with her neck right under the bottom ring ropes.

With that, Trent would attempt to fall backwards which would cause Valley's neck to spring up and smack against the bottom ropes before the rebound would leave the back of her head smacking hard against the ring apron.

For lunch, Valley had eaten a salad. It was a decent one she’d purchased from this little sub place, about a mile from her apartment, owned by this husband/wife combo that she was growing fond of. She’d put some light Thousand Island dressing on it, some flavor to wash it down, but it wasn’t that good and she’d only managed to stomach half of it. Left her a little empty.

When her stomach crashed into his knees, that food came up a little. Heck of a way to be reminded of it

She laid there, groaning, going through the pain, hurting as she was moved around by Trent. By the time she realized what was going on, realized where she was, it was too late to do anything about.

Valley’s neck slapped against the bottom, cutting hard into her throat and driving all the wind out of her. Coughing and hacking, she rolled over to her side and went into a fit, spittle flying from her lips as she kicked her legs.

Proud of his little handy-work, Trent had a wide grin on his lips after he executed the maneuver. While many would find this move borderline on the list of "dirty" tactics, the Masterpiece thought it was a perfectly legal move. It was quite satisfying to watch Valley coughing and hacking while she rolled over onto her side, legs kicking the mats.

"Maybe I overestimated you. You're supposed to be THE Valley Doll?" he said, putting his hands on his hips while scraping his boots against the side of her head before giving it a little nudge with a light hearted kick. The Masterpiece would shake his head, to signal he was disappointed before reaching down to grab Valley by the arm looking to pull her up onto her feet.

Once up, Trent attempted to scoop Valley up on his arms and place her horizontally against his chest . If successful, Trent would drop down to one knee and simultaneously drop Valley's back onto his extended knee for a backbreaker but kept a hold of her chin and thigh, pressing her down on her to transition into a backbreaker submission.

"Submit. I won't ask twice." he said.

Cough. ”You!” Cough. ”Absolutely!” Cough. ”Suck!”

Valley was going to be gargling salt water for a week solid because of that little move. It wasn’t a serious thing, wouldn’t prove a huge hindrance in this match, but it was just one more annoyance in an ever growing list of things that were ticking her off about Trent. This was Alaina’s boyfriend? The sweetest woman she’d ever known chose a guy like this?

She was in the process of getting up when Trent moved in again, scooping her up and pressing her against his chest. She struggled for  a moment, but wasn’t able to get free before he dropped her down across his knee and bent her over it, demanding she submit.

”To…a backbreaker?” She spoke through her gritted teeth. ”Not happening.”

Valley was flexible, more than most, but even she had her limits, and she was being pushed to it fast. Hoping for a way out, she threw her free leg up in a wide arc, hoping to hit him in the face and break free.

Paying no attention to Valley when she mentioned that he sucked, he would simply roll his eyes at her comment and proceed to execute his plan. Grabbing her by the head to scoop her up in his arm across his chest, the Masterpiece slammed her back first onto his extended knee for a backbreaker before keeping her on top of his knee while pushing down on her chin and thigh to further grind her back against his knee to turn it into a back breaker submission.

Trent demanded that Valley submit but it was no surprise that the stubborn Slamazon would refuse. Her refusal irked the leader of the Dominion who moved his hand from her chin towards her mouth, looking to press his palm against her mouth and nose for a hand smother but really just to shut that loud mouth of hers.

"You really need to keep that mouth of yours shut and learn to know when you're beaten and outclassed" he said gritting his teeth in anger and continuing to press her down harder and harder until suddenly she threw her free leg up in a wide arc smacking Trent in the face. "Ugh!" he grunted from the sudden strike, releasing Valley and stumbling to the side and eventually dropping to all fours.

There was no way in hell that Valley was going to give up to Trent in just about any circumstance, not after all the junk he’d been talking about in this match, but there was zero chance it would happen to something like a backbreaker. The move hurt, and to Trent’s credit, he applied it better than most wrestlers she’d been against, but it was still on the lower echelon of moves when it came to submissions. Probably somewhere between the arm wringer and the standard Boston Crab. Painful move, sure, but not the kind of thing any self respecting wrestler would tap to in a real match, much less if they were a veteran.

No, he’d have to do better than that, and if Valley had her way, he wouldn’t be getting the chance.

Her leg made contact and had the desired effect, clocking him clean and making him drop the hold. Her only regret was that she couldn’t watch the look on his face when it made impact, but she was given a good consolation prize - she found herself on the floor with him on his hands and knees nearby. A golden opening. Her back hurt too much for her to stand, but there were things she could do from her back.

”Come. Here.”

She reached over, grabbed Trent by the head, and pulled his head in between her legs, twisted him as he fell to make him turn away from her. With the back of his head on her lap, she brought her legs around his neck, tucked her left ankle under her right knee, and attempted to put him in a reverse figure-four headlock - her famed submission move, the [b]ValleyLock.[//b]

The more the match went on, the more Trent Master's started to have a feeling of resentment towards Valley Doll. The Competitor of the Year versus the leader of the best tag team was shaping out to be more than just a competitive match, perhaps a bit too competitive. Trent wanted to prove to himself and perhaps others that he was destined to become the best in AFW and for that he needed to take out Valley Doll.

The backbreaker proved effective but the Slamazon made it clear that she was going to submit to this. Trent attempted to further push her back down onto his knee to really test her limits until suddenly a swift kick to his face spoiled his plans and he fell to the side on all fours.

Before he could crawl away or get up, Valley reached out to grab his head and pull her towards him. She twisted his body to force him down onto his back while she wrapped her legs around his head with the back of his head resting on her lap. The Masterpiece found himself trapped in the famous Valley Lock submission.

"Uuughh! *cough* T-this is nothing" Trent said trying to make it sound as tough as he could. He raised his hands up in the air to signal he was still in this match and ready to fight back. The Masterpiece began to roll to the left and to the right, making Valley work hard to keep the hold locked in while trying to tire her legs out. He would bridge up and fall back down before reaching to grab her ankles, trying to pry open her grip from his head.

Did Valley think that Trent was going to tap out? She wouldn’t have complained if he did, but she could concede that the chances for that weren’t too high. It wasn’t even a matter of toughness, though Trent was plenty tough. She’d put down bigger opponents with it before, and on paper, that would be the inevitable result here.

But no, he was probably too stubborn, too prideful, too much of a damn mule for any of that, so she would have to knock him out. Which she was fine with - if he wanted to end this with his face in a puddle of his own drool, that was on him. But she wasn’t in the mood to take any of his lip along the way. She’d had more than enough of that, thank you.

He was rolling around, twisting about left and right, kicking and bucking and bridging and making her life a general pain. In most holds, that wouldn’t have been a bad idea for him, might have even worked. She was tired enough that there was only so much she could do to keep him under control.

But she was also testing her patience, and she had a good way to vent that frustration.

”Not enough, huh? Okay, then…”

Instead of fighting his struggles, Valley let up and gave him enough leeway to roll them over, putting Trent facedown with her on top of his head, sitting on his skull with the hold still locked in. She planted her palms on the mat, used them for a solid base, then raised her hips up and jerked them down hard, ramming his face into the mat with all of her lower body weight behind it. Over and over and over, thrust after thrust, trying to pummel the resistance clean out of him.

Having to struggle and find a way out of the submission, Trent was not having a good time right now. Valley's strong legs were coiled around his head and neck, choking him out with the figure four headscissors. To his credit, the male wrestler did his best to try and rock and back forth, making it not easy for the Slamazon to have a firm grip of the submission hold.

When his hands reached up to grab her ankles, Valley would let up and roll the two over so the Masterpiece was on his belly now with Valley sitting on the back of his head with her legs still wrapped around his head in a uncomfortable position. From there, Valley would raise her hips up and jerk them, ramming his face onto the mat. "Ouuufff!" he cried out.

It was a good thing Valley couldn't see his face because Trent was pissed. After the first time his face smacked against the mats, Trent would press his palms against the ring mats to stop himself from being smacked again, resisting Valley's force with the use of his hands. From there, Trent attempted to push up with all his might if he could, trying to get back up on his feet with Valley riding on top his shoulders with her legs still wrapped around his neck.

Once up, Trent would simply fall backwards to drop her in a classic electric chair drop slam hoping the blow would be enough for her to relinquish her hold on him.

Valley had him. She was sure of it.

It wasn’t impossible to get out of this hold once she’d locked it in, but only a small number of wrestlers could claim that distinction, and she wasn’t willing to put Trent on that list. Not when she had spent this match running him ragged, not when she’d put him down time and time again. He was a good wrestler - nowhere near as good as he seemed to think he was, but good. Valley was willing to bet that just wouldn’t be enough. It had been a tough match, tougher than she had expected, but it was over.

Or, at least, it should’ve been. Unfortunately, it seemed like Trent had other ideas.

Ideas that involved him rolling up and continuing his struggle with her on his shoulders, oddly not bothered by the way she was squeezing the life out of him. She couldn’t guess what he was using for energy, but whatever it was, it gave him enough oomph to push his way up, rising higher, supporting her weight in full. She would’ve been impressed if she weren’t so busy being freaked out.

The show didn’t last long, either - a moment later, and it all came crashing down, hammering her into the floor with an electric chair. The Slamazon let out a hoarse cry as her back arched against the ground, seething with pain - she kept the hold around his neck on pure reflex, but lost all the strength she had to make it effective.