Valley Doll vs. Amethyst - Breaking the Doll

Boots? $30.

Makeup and hair stylist? $200.

One-way trip to Japan? $870.

Kicking an evil psychotic Barney-haired bitch in the mouth? Priceless.

The sound of Valley's boot hitting Amethyst in the face was legendary, and it felt satisfying, too, as Valley Doll came sliding out of the ring, landing beside Amethyst's prone form and taking a breather - the girl looked in pretty bad shape. She wasn't aware of Amethyst's fighting career, but it seemed pretty obvious that she was all about dishing it out and much less about taking it - a few good knocks and she was down for the count.

...the count. Valley probably could have gotten it if she went for it right now...but that wasn't the right way. The fight had only gone on, what? Five minutes, tops. The fans deserved more than that, and this was her debut - she was all about showing her stuff, tonight. But how to follow this up, in real hardcore style.

Ah. The table.

Valley moved under the ring and brought it out standing the table up just outside the ring, placing it in perfect position. Reaching down, she grabbed Velour by the hair once more and dragged her limping body to her feet. "Let's get you up, bitch." She flopped Amethyst on top of the table, then ran back into the ring, getting on the other side once again.

She bends her legs. Stomps her feet. Takes a few deep breaths. Then'll she run across at full speed once again, break into a cheerleading series of flips to gain momentum, and ends it by somersaulting over the top rope and coming down on top of Velour with a devastating senton splash, trying to drive her straight through the table and right into hell - where she belongs.

"AIR RAID!"

Amethyst wasn't really in the best shape. Valley had flipped the tables on her, and was managing to keep a pretty steady advantage over her, keeping up the pressure so that she couldn't get a chance to rest or fight back.

But then...then Valley decided to go for the table, taking the time to pull it out from under the ring and set it up in just the right position. The time was she took was time that Amethyst was using to rest, to try and recover her stamina and her bearings. She was going to turn this back around on the blonde, she just needed a few moments to get her head back in the game, and it seemed that Valley was giving her the time that she so desperately needed.

When Valley finally leaned down and grabbed her by the hair, Amethyst offered no resistance, only a dreadful hiss through her clenched teeth. She let the woman roll her onto the table, where she waited, lying on her back in wait for just the right moment, tilting her head slightly towards the side to watch the blonde in the ring.

The moment she heard Valley's voice, the moment the Slamazon went catapulting over the top rope, Amethyst threw herself to the side, quickly rolling off of the table and back down to the floor, getting out of the path of the senton splash and leaving Valley with nothing under her but the wide wooden table!

Being a high-flyer, Valley was used to taking risks. There was always a chance that, no matter how out of it your opponent looked, that she was still well enough to just move out of the way from an attack. It was a gamble every time she went airborne and put her life in the hands of gravity.

And the thing about gambling? Sooner or later, you lose.

Coming down back first, Valley didn't know Velour had moved under her, not that she could have done anything about it. She sure as hell knew when she landed not on Amethyst's soft body, but on a hard table's unforgiving surface, cracking it in half on impact as she went straight through and crashed into the floor below. She let out a shrill shriek that echoed around the coliseum, rolling out of the wreckage, grasping her back and kicking her legs furiously, gritting her teeth - both at the pain and the realization that there was probably far, far more to come...

The shriek. Valley's shrill, sharp shriek. That sound was like music to Amethyst's ears. It was a song of pain and suffering, and it was exactly what Amethyst needed to get her completely focused on the match again.

As Valley rolled around in the debris of the table, Amethyst rolled over, pushing up to her hands and knees and then up again to her feet. She seemed just a bit shaky, but otherwise okay, her lips once more curling up into her trademark twisted grin.What an idiot! What an absolute moron! Amethyst looked down at Valley lying on the floor in pain and she couldn't help but laugh! She couldn't believe that the woman had sent herself straight through the table like that!

Amethyst let out another soft chuckle and turned away from Valley, her eyes racing back and forth. She knew what she needed now, and it didn't take long to find it. There, sitting beside the announcer's table, was exactly what she was looking for: a steel folding chair, eternal friend of wrestlers everywhere. With a gleeful look on her eyes, she quickly stepped towards it, grabbing it and folding it up, giving it a short practice swing to get a feel for it's weight. With a nod of satisfaction, she turned back to Valley, stepping back to the Slamazon, locking on her eyes on the woman, slowly, hungrily licking her lips, eager to start the fight back up again.

Raising her chair up high above her head, the violent violet began to laugh, a nasty, vile sounding laugh. Then, in a single straight downwards motion, she brought that chair down, swinging it with all of her might towards the body of the blonde!

Everything went white for a few moments - no sound, no sight, only the pain. Endless and unending and unbearable pain. It wasn't the first time she missed a move, but never through a table, never with so much pain, and never with a sick freak like Amethsyt lurching about.

As her senses returned, she saw Velour walking away - Valley didn't know what for and she didn't want to know. She had to move, get to the barricades, stand up, do something, anything.

She'd only gone a few feet when she heard that malevolent laugh behind her - she was almost too afraid to look, but she did, looking over her shoulder in time to see the chair coming down, but too late to do anything but watch in horror.

Her back exploded, filling with raw pain as another scream escaped her lips. Her body went into spasms, jerking about on the floor as she rolled about, eyes shit tight.

Everything went white for a few moments - no sound, no sight, only the pain. Endless and unending and unbearable pain. It wasn't the first time she missed a move, but never through a table, never with so much pain, and never with a sick freak like Amethsyt lurching about.

As her senses returned, she saw Velour walking away - Valley didn't know what for and she didn't want to know. She had to move, get to the barricades, stand up, do something, anything.

She'd only gone a few feet when she heard that malevolent laugh behind her - she was almost too afraid to look, but she did, looking over her shoulder in time to see the chair coming down, but too late to do anything but watch in horror.

Her back exploded, filling with raw pain as another scream escaped her lips. Her body went into spasms, jerking about on the floor as she rolled about, eyes shit tight.

Amethyst basked in the sound of Valley's scream, her grin only growing wider at the sound. "What's wrong, Barbie?!" she cackled, standing over Valley, that wild look in her eyes as she watched the blonde jerking about in pain. "Can't take a little pain?!" She threw the chair to the side, dropping down to her hands and knees, getting right in Valley's face as she shouted at her. "Too bad, bitch! I have too much planned for you now, so you'd better get used to it!" She cackled again, and reached out, grabbing Valley by her hair and moving to jerk the woman back up to her feet.

Once the two of them were standing again, Amethyst would try to drag Valley by her hair towards the barrier separating them from the audience. Just like before, she would try to fling the Slamazon away by her hair, trying to throw her hard right up against the barrier.

Amethyst was close - disturbingly close. Valley could smell her breath. Feel her heat. The bitch was getting off on this.

The mere thought ran a shiver down her spine.

She spat in Amethyst's face as she was hauled up, weakly and meekly struggling in Velour's grasp, able to do little more than paw away at her scalp. The next thing she knew, she was hurled at the barricade, full force, hitting hard enough to shake it down the row, nearly falling over in the audience. Her back burned with searing pain as she fell to her knees, biting back a scream.

Amethyst reached up as she let go of Valley, one hand raising to her face, wiping away the Slamazon's spit. She looked at her hand, looked at the wetness on it, and scowled fiercely, quickly rubbing her hand on the back of her pants to wipe it clean, before turning her attention back to the blonde.

"You're going to pay for that, Barbie," she hissed down at her foe, reaching down to grab her by the hair again. "Don't think for even a moment we're done yet..." she stated, a cold tone to her voice. Once again she would pull Valley back up to her feet, giving her hair a sharp jerk in the process. She wasn't going to stop until every part of Valley's body was hurting and in pain, and this time she wasn't about to let up and give the woman a chance to turn things back around.

Once she was back up, Amethyst tried to pull Valley back towards the ring, dragging her towards one of the corners, a corner where the steel ring steps were set up. Just like before, she moved to fling Valley away by her hair, trying to slam the woman's body right into the cold, uncaring metal of the steps!

Through the haze of pain, Valley already started to rise up - but Amethyst had already made the mistake of giving her too much breathing room before, and it wasn't likely to happen again. No, if Valley had any chance of winning this now, it would be waiting for Velour to make a mistake, give her any opening, and take advantage when that happened.

Of course, this plan relied totally on her surviving that long. Which was looking less and less feasible.

Valley groaned once again as she was yanked up by the hair - if this became a problem in another match, she would seriously consider cutting it - putting up as good a struggle as she could, which didn't amount to much. "Not afraid of you, you damn-"

She was hurled forward, right into the steel steps - at least the barricade had some padding. This was bare metal, and the pain from it lanced into her back like lightning. She fell down, gasping, shrieking, screaming from the pain - something was broke back there, now. She wasn't sure what, but something.