Showdown VI: Hentai Match: Valley Doll vs Chloe Mason

It wasn’t the first revisit in her career, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Perhaps the most common thought that came to Chloe’s mind, aside from the other things that at times took more notice. But this particular one kept cropping up over and over, even as she prepared for the coming storm. The time was soon upon her, and the audience once again began to take their seats. Although the location of this match is still the same, considering Showdown’s knack of staying in Japan, despite plans to move it to a different country this time, Tension still possessed some marketing prowess. Not that they needed to do much, especially with these two blondes. Managing to gain anticipation and intrigue and many eyes on this particular Showdown than they had in many years. It wasn’t hard to see why. The words “Chloe Mason”, Valley Doll”, and “hentai” was a sure-fire way to bring butts to the seats in a massively packed arena. After all, it was a great combination, something that many in management would be patting themselves on the back for getting this match with such drawing power.

Chloe Mason would perhaps think they are silly for doing so. But it did mean that this match would indeed go on as planned.

A different thought came to her that had the ex-commissioner chuckling to herself. Now she was the one in Valley’s shoes, coming in after a cheap shot, if you could call it that, and waiting for both to be in the ring. The thing is, while the tables have indeed turned on Chloe, this wasn’t the usual case of déjà vu. For one thing, she wasn’t coming in with a black eye. Valley could have done much worse but settled to just leave her on the edge of an orgasm. Not the greatest of feelings, but there are other dire circumstances to be left in. This is why she, weirdly, didn’t find herself fuming at the whole incident. Another point to the entire thing.

As Valley herself put it, if Chloe was in her shoes, she would do the same. Looking at that lens, it would seem silly to get mad over this. This wasn’t going to be over in the space of one match. With how she soundly dominated Valley in their first meeting, there was always the possibility of recourse. Valley did the same with the Dire Pack, and it had now happened to Chloe. Segwaying back to the most common thought of all. All those women that Chloe had bested and enjoyed their humiliation would eventually come back to return the favour. The same happened with Kaede Komatsuzki, and she came back much better than before. Valley returned and proved that she was at least competent with the art of sexfighting. The past came back with a vengeance, with even more significant challenges and better when she had last seen them. It provided intrigue and something that Chloe had to think about. Will she rise above to meet the challenges head-on? Or is she finally finding a plateau that was inevitable in Chloe’s age, allowing others to evolve and pass her?

Chloe herself didn’t like the sound of the latter idea.

This is why she could only look at this upcoming match with intrigue and eager anticipation. Sure, Chloe has shared the ring with Valley, even in a game that favoured Chloe. But at the very least, Chloe knew of Valley’s experience and the kind of power she has in her age. Even took one of Valley’s kicks that one time. But this time, she’s entering this battle with no experience to work off of, only due to one slight difference. Valerie knew hentai now. Like, actually learned techniques and can use them effectively. Sure, this wasn’t the first hentai match the Californian would be in; that honour goes to Kaylee Rush. But even in this one, Valley had next to nothing in terms of skill. This time? Chloe’s going in blind. And there was a real danger here that brought uncertainty. Absolute, unpredictable, incalculable uncertainty.

But amidst that uncertainty came the thrill. The thrill of the challenge that excites her. This wasn’t the usual kind of match that Chloe is about to get into; this was much, much rare. She really has been spoilt in getting the first chance experiences so far. Being in three consecutive major Pay-Per-Views, in both brands. Facing Natasha Loclear in a match that didn’t include hentai for the first time in god knows how long. And now being Valley’s first actual hentai combatant. Rare, exclusive privileges were something that Chloe could enjoy, making her hairs stand up on end and her heart beating strongly in her chest as she took a good look in the mirror. Valley had since spoiled her supposed ‘surprise’ when she showed a revised version of her very first attire. Since she likes bringing it back a lot, Chloe figured she’d do something similar.

This really was turning into a weird throwback, wasn’t it?

A brief moment when the restless crowd was waiting with bated breath, eager to see the match and get the show underway. Except that the women in question didn’t appear, but rather a man in black trunks. Unfamiliar to anyone, even in Tension, though that was to be expected with the black mask covering his face. The crowd could only make out that he was tall and in excellent shape. The kind you see most male wrestlers have. Anyone that didn’t know any better would think he was debuting in a PPV of all things. The man kneeled on all fours quashed that notion quickly. It would have been a massive disrespect for her.

Another came out in decent shape but still wearing the same gear that the other guy came out with. Not wasting a single moment, he, too, knelt down on all fours in front—neither man saying a single word, which left the crowd even more puzzled.

More came out after, varied in size, but they all acted the same way regardless. Dressed the same, doing the same, all saying nothing at all. But what was noticeable was that they began to form a line of bodies, different sizes from each other, but all serving one purpose. Which would be soon shown as the familiar tune began to play on the speakers. The moment that song played, it not only made people aware of who’s coming out first but also fond memories of the person that had it. The one that stepped into the world of AFW and made that claim that she is a threat that no one could stop.

Chloe appeared on the ramp, which made the crowd go wild as soon as they noticed an old attire of hers. The red bodysuit that she wore years back made another appearance after so long, but with a few modifications done of her own. It wasn’t as simple as making a cutout around it, but they were placed to add to the look. The two burly bodyguards made their appearance also, using both shoulders as a seat for the ex-commissioner. But they weren’t going to carry her down to the ring this time.

The blonde would hop off before stepping on the first man on his back, never making a sound soon as he felt her weight. From there, Chloe would make their way towards the ring, her bare feet never touching the floor. The men remained sturdy as her weight dug into their backs, not a single complaint or any signs of resistance. That was their purpose. And they were doing it well. Chloe walked with confident strides, stepping over them every inch of the way until she finally reached the end and hopped to the apron.

She stepped inside, knowing most of the Tension crowd liked this showing. Twirling her long blonde locs of hair, Chloe’s eyes glanced over to the ring as the men dispersed from the ramp, now that their job is done. What remained was Valley to arrive; as Chloe waited for her, standing in her side of the ring with a hand on her hip and a slight smirk on her ruby lips, she remembered what the Californian said.

”Hentai Ironwoman. You, me, and all the sex you can handle for thirty minutes.”

Somehow, thinking about that sentence again made it feel like it wouldn’t be enough.

Standing in the back, waiting, Valley had to take a moment to reminisce about her life in the AFW. She’d been through so much, it was staggering. Coming in. Dealing with Amethyst Velour and her crazed stalking. Meeting Ace. Teaming with Ace. Losing Ace for a time. Losing match after match, becoming a joke, only to rise out of that abyss stronger than ever. Natalia Han, the three matches with her that culminated in one of the best Ironwoman matches in AFW’s history.  The Entropy Championship, defeating Alaina for it and having her reign. The women she’d clashed with while she held that belt, the wars she’d fought for it, and the meeting with Manami Kuroda that led to the end.

Her time in Friction had been a storied one, doing more in a year than many wrestlers got away with their entire lives. A humbling thing to look back on, now. She probably could’ve written a book about that part of her life alone. But now she was on a new chapter, and this match was going to set the tone for the way the rest of it went.

Hentai. She knew about it when she joined the AFW, but had made a concentrated effort to stay clear of those matches, even working it into her contract. Her whole life, she’d been pushed away from that sort of thing, Even when Bubbles Burste joined the Slamazons and made sexfighting one of their biggest attractions, making them a small fortune off DVD sales in porn shops, she’d never gone with it. That wasn’t real wrestling. Hentai wrestlers were glorified porn stars, not true followers of the craft, not worth her notice.

As she looked up and watched Chloe’s entrance from the screen, it hammered home what she already knew - that was a silly way of thinking. Sex was another tool in wrestling, just like any other. Another way of manipulating the human body, not too different from a submission hold when you looked at the spirit of things. Women like Chloe used their sex appeal to manipulate, to dominate, to get in their heads. It was a game that she’d been playing for far longer than Valley, but as their encounter in the showers proved, she was a quick learner.

Would it be enough? There was one way to be sure.

After Chloe’s strong entrance, the crowd turned their attention to the curtain, knowing full well who’d be coming next. Valley Doll was known for mixing things up when it came to her PPV appearances, and they were curious what she’d be going for this time. She wouldn’t leave them in suspense for long.

Their answer came in the form of Foreigner’s Urgent, its blazing opening filling the stadium. And as the guitar gave way and the lyrics picked up, the woman herself appeared before them all.


”You’re not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don’t want your feet on the ground…”

This wasn’t the first time some of them had seen her in this outfit, a spicy number her girlfriend had suggested, as she’d put it up on Instagram to get some buzz going on the match. But not everyone followed her on that site, and none of them had seen her wear it live. The experience was far different - here, it clung to her body, accentuated her curves, teasing as so much without showing off what they craved, but not without sacrificing her comfort or mobility.

”You stay up, you won’t come down
You wanna live, you want to move to the sound…”

She made her way down the ramp with hands on hips, every step in time with the music. Proud, confident struts, own the space as she entered. Catcalls sounded here and there, roving eyes, hungry gazes, and she kept them well fed. Every step she made was designed to display the way she moved, to show off the sinews of her thighs, the curve of calves.

”You’ve got fire! In your veins.
Burning hot, but you don’t feel the same.
Your desire is insane.
You can’t stop until you do it again...”

Valley stopped at the bottom of the stairs and made her way up on the apron, bare feet sliding along the edge, one after the other, scarcely touching the ropes to keep her balance. She stopped at the center and threw her hair back as she turned away from the ring, grasping the ropes with both hands and leaning forward, tossing her body left and right, wild hair flinging here and there and here again.

”But sometimes I wonder, as I look in your eyes
Maybe you’re thinking of some other guy.
But I know, yes I know, how to treat you right
That's why you call me, in the middle of the night…”

Valley threw herself back and flipped over the ropes, coming down on her feet inside in a single fluid motion, making it look easy. She never stopped moving, not for an instant, as she swung around, twisting and spinning and keeping perfect balance. She made her way around Chloe with every step, never getting too close, throwing the occasional glance her was as she twirled. If there was any worry that the woman might attack and stop the routine, she didn’t show it. This was as much for her as it was for the audience, maybe more so.

”You say it’s urgent
So urgent
So urgent, just wait and see,
How urgent my love can be
It’s urgent!”

Valley made her way up onto the middle turnbuckle with arms spread wide, giving the crowd the fullest view of her body. Shoulders undulating, chest heaving, she let her head fall, hair dropped down, then threw her body back, backflipping out of the corner. She came down right next to Chloe and shot straight up, her glistening lips stretching from ear to ear as her music began to die down, just as the saxophone prepared to take off.

”Hi, Chloe. Are you ready for me to finish what I started?”

It wouldn’t be a Pay-Per-View match with Valley if her entrances didn’t have an old-school, hard rock anthem.

Chloe herself knows this, having looked at Valley’s matches before, something she could appreciate. The catalogue of Hard Rock was vast to choose from, and she knew how to curate them for specific events. Heck, the Tension crowd, which this is the first time that they’ve seen Valley in a PPV, knew as such from past recordings. It’s a ‘thing’ that fans could attribute to, something they can expect all the time when they go to watch the shows live. So everyone in the arena was expecting it. The question was, which song?

The ex-commissioner never really paid much attention to the theme song when an opponent comes along. She found it easier to block out the white noise that most wrestlers come out with and just focus on the body language. Picking out flaws and strengths, the appraisal and assessment of an opponent were too crucial for Chloe to care about some tune. As Valley came out of the curtain and showed herself in the flesh, Chloe decided to pay some attention to the lyrics of this particular number.

The attire itself wasn’t a surprise; Chloe had already gotten a sneak peek of what was to come. But even that spoiled surprise didn’t fully impact the allure of Valley as she went down the ring. Chloe has often seen Valley coming down, and she took herself seriously, as you would expect. Her earlier, misguided views on hentai made herself pure but rigid. This, however, was the first time that Valley actually looked like she was having fun and letting go. Sure, both were not in their twenties anymore, but age certainly wasn’t an issue when their bodies were this damn good. Chloe had already known this, and it only took until now for Valley to get the memo. The way the Californian moved made her very confident of her sexuality, adding that she looked natural and genuine. No need for a bronze tan, no need for G cup boobs. Nothing was fake.

Chloe was impressed. Only shown by a raised eyebrow as Valley hopped into the ring, looking as if age hasn’t slowed her down one bit. Even as she twirled around Chloe, which Valley never had to worry about getting attacked. It would have been in poor sport if Chloe did attack mid-route and before the bell had rung. Chloe still had class.

Though she would be lying if the thought hadn’t crossed her mind.

After the final backflip, Valley found herself face to face with the other blonde. This time, neither were naked in the showers. But their respective attires did nothing to hide the desirable parts. Chloe’s ruby lips grinned even further as she heard Valley’s question, which brought a slight chuckle from her. The other hand that wasn’t playing with her hair would tap onto her hip with a finger. Seeing the attire up close was much, much better than seeing it on Instagram. A million times better.

“Valley, it would be a big surprise if you could even finish anything~.” A comment that had more meaning than just what Val did in the shower room.

Yeah, Valley liked to dance. It sort of came with being a cheerleader and the daughter of a hard rocker. Just one of those things that was hardwired into her DNA, no sense in fighting it.

It had long been her tradition to dig into her hard rock catalogue when it came to her entrances, always wanting a song that got her properly pumped up for a match, and she couldn’t think of one that was a better fit for this. A song that promised a hot, heavy time, one with shocking vocals, a great speed to its rhythm, and that saxophone. She still remembered going to one of their concerts in 1999 and being blown away by the sax solo. Gave her chills. She might’ve danced to it all night, if she had the chances.

The audience wouldn’t have complained. She doubted many of them had even heard the song before now, but she could already hear many of them trying their own renditions of it, garbled and muddled as they were. Bringing a new generation some of the best music of her own, never a bad thing.

So, she was amped up, energized, but where was she going to spend all that energy?

Oh, hello, Chloe.

Valley had been aching to see the way Chloe handled her new look in the ring, and she wasn’t too disappointed. The woman was holding back, not trying to give her the satisfaction, but there were subtle clues that she couldn’t hide, even if she did an exemplary job of it. ”You don’t say.” Valley had a soft smile at her opponent’s little taunt and stepped back as the referee came between them. ”For you, Chloe, I’m making an exception. One of many.”

With that, the referee threw her hands down and began the match, kicking things off officially while Valley kicked things off literally. The Slamazon stepped in the moment she was clear and came with the first attack, swinging her leg low for a sweep aimed at Chloe’s calves.

Of course, Chloe wasn’t going to openly admit to the fellow blonde what she thought about the new look. There’s only so much credit that she’ll give to Valley. The Slamazon would have to beat it out of her if she cared so much. Or pleasure, as per matching the theme of it all.

It reminded her of when they first met, with Valley wearing the cheap knockoff of her first attire. While it would look pathetic to any other wrestler bringing back the original look, Chloe felt that Valley worked that one-piece better in her later years than back then. But this was an excellent rendition of that leotard, having been wearing it when she first debuted in AFW. Perhaps this is to go back to her roots, ready to shock the world as Valley did before then, only this time in the hentai realm. So it made sense that Chloe would do the same, adding some tweaks to that design so that she didn’t overdress.

Valley seemed to take the taunt quite well, especially the context behind it all. “Aren’t I special?” Despite the risk of another loose end still continuing after last year, Chloe was intrigued to see just how much Valley has learned. Of course, she wasn’t going to expect so much out of her, considering Valley had just started, but there were still expectations to be met. Wherever she blows them out of the water or undelivers remains to be seen.

But for now, both began on their feet, the referee calling for the bell and Chloe awaited to see what Valley’s plan would be. With the added hentai stipulation thrown in the match, there were few avenues that Valley could go for. The Californian would settle for a plan that made sense and mirrored what she did in the showers: get Chloe to the ground.

One that Chloe did see coming, responding with a cartwheel that had her body flipping in the air over Valley’s leg. There is no need for the assistance of hands when she has done this countless times, landing perfectly on her bare feet before hopping away. Many would have expected an attack in response, but Chloe backed off as space is created. Tempting as it was, there was no need to rush.

Especially when they have all the time in the world.

So, what was Valley’s plan? That was the question on more than a few lips going into this match.

What they were seeing here was a rare thing. While it wasn’t too uncommon for hentai wrestlers to dip their toes in traditional wrestling or for some to straddle the fence between both worlds, it wasn’t every day that an established name like Valley moved out of her comfort zone, especially so far into her career. This wasn’t too far off from, say, Michael Jordan’s stint in baseball, and against someone like Chloe Mason, the results could be disastrous.

It was all in the approach, and Valley felt she had a good one in mind.

The idea of it was fairly clear from moment one, as she closed the distance from the first moment, taking initiative in the situation. She needed to put pressure on her opponent every chance she got, hound her, run her down. Chloe did her best work when she was countering, taking advantage of mistakes and punishing them with those lethal legs she took so much pride in. The closer she stayed to her opponent, the less chance she’d have for that. In theory.

In practice, it was going to be tricky, especially with Chloe pulling off acrobatic feats like that. Trying to get away fast and make it look good, with a move that would’ve worked fine against most opponents.

But not Valley Doll. Only a moment after Chloe took flight, Valley followed suit, leaping into the air with a mirror image of her cartwheel, coming down on her feet right in front of her to keep her position. She touched down and lashed out again, this time leaping forward, bringing her foot in, and shooting it hard towards her opponent’s chest, trying to knock her back with a strong push kick.

It was a bit much, of course. But Chloe liked to believe she wasn’t going to be so straightforward to catch. Especially in this kind of match. There was so much that Chloe could be ready for when it came to Valley in a standard match setting, having looked at her matches before. But this was a new beast; the added hentai stipulation brought a new dynamic that Chloe also had to focus on. But there were still some things that the ex-commissioner could rely on. Valley certainly wasn’t going to be the type to be all lovey-dovey right from the start. Say what you will about the hentai division, and many others definitely have something to say, but there is so much more than just weaponised sex. The talent in that division is so vast that you don’t just leave with an orgasm being pulled out of you. Nine times out of ten, you’ll come out of the ring with bruises from a strike or even a submission hold.

Which works well for someone like Valley. The hentai aspect would supplement her skills, rather than relying on them too much. And although she may have learnt quite a bit, the results can be disastrous.

So Chloe didn’t have to worry about rushing towards that end. Most likely, there was still some pent up resentment from the last match they had, and she’d have more than just pleasure on her mind. Then again, with what transpired, Chloe wouldn’t blame her. She’d be the same - like two peas in a pod.

Valley’s sweep didn’t land, but the Slamazon wasn’t going to be outdone in the acrobatics department, lest her pride as a cheerleader be in question. The image of both women, moving in a blur of red and white, was a sight to behold. Heck, even the crowd wondering if that was planned in advance. While the audience was wowed by the display, this told Chloe that Valley would stay on her like glue. No matter what.

This did bring fruit when Valley brought her foot towards Chloe, the ex-commissioner only getting a forearm as the defence against the push kick. The impact itself caused Chloe to stumble backwards, grunting hard as she is brought closer to the ropes. Not the most remarkable sight to be seen with your back against the wall already.

The last time they met in the ring, Valley made many mistakes. Key among them was underestimating this woman - she knew that Chloe Mason was good, had even seen her in action, but that was no replacement to taking on the real thing. Their match would’ve gone about the same either way and she didn’t doubt that - she was taking on an opponent in a match that she was ready for, outside of her element. But the other blonde had spent most of her time dominating the exchange, and it was a poor showing for Valley’s abilities.

Today was the day she rectified that, among many other things.

Her cartwheel came down right after Chloe’s, and from the look on her opponent’s face, it was mission accomplished - she’d wanted to catch her off guard, and so she did. She was able to get her arm up for a block, but that was a poor defense against one of Valley’s kicks. She was still sent staggering back, knocked close to the ropes, put on the backfoot.

A good start. Valley could do better.

As soon as her kick connected, the Slamazon was on the move again, closing in on her foe with proud, quick strides. It was a strong rush, and she dipped down at the last moment, looking like she might try and tackle Chloe to the ground.

That wasn’t the objective. Instead, she rolled forward and let her legs fly up and over in an arc, sending both of her heels towards her opponent’s head like a scythe, going for the Rolling Koppu Kick.

Huh. It has been a while since Chloe started on the backfoot.

It wasn’t a new experience, but it was rare for anyone to do, considering how good Chloe was in keeping control. She loved it, the feeling of dictating the flow to her liking, leading her opponent to their destruction. Though eventually, even inevitably, there will be an occasion where she doesn’t have that momentum on her side. Especially when it comes to a rematch.

Valley is a smart woman to know where she has gone wrong in previous encounters. She’s the type to reflect and understand what to do better. It’s not just bolstering her skills in the art of hentai but how to deal with Chloe the second go-around. And so far, it seems she has found it, much to the chagrin of the ex-commissioner who has to deal with Valley’s offences. She already knew just how much Valley’s kicks will sting. The push kick was just an appetizer of things to come.

Chloe was nearing the ropes, and Valley came at her hard, straight on the move again. The other blonde sensed just how close she was getting, and there was danger in being cut off with nowhere to go. The moment Valley dipped low, Chloe was already beginning to step to the side, but as soon as the Rolling Koppu Kick fired straight at her, the blonde in red was just lucky to not be in the crosshairs at the moment. It would have been perilous if she was caught in that.

Rather than attacking straight away, Chloe would take the chance to create some space from Valley while she tumbles, backing away from the side. It would have been tempting to kick her right as she was getting up, but Chloe refrained from engaging until she could find a suitable opening. Again, not the position that she’d prefer, but it’s better than eating a kick from Valley at this point.