Valley Doll vs. Amethyst - Breaking the Doll

"Not afraid of me?!" Amethyst cackled at Valley, watching her collapse to the floor before her. "You should be! You will be!" Another of her laughs passed through her lips, the purple-haired woman sounding completely crazy, completely out of her mind as she stood over the blonde's fallen form. The crowd was on their feet now, booing at Amethyst, screaming obscenities at the woman for her treatment of the debuting Slamazon, but Amethyst paid them no mind, completely focused on her abuse and her assault on Valley.

With another laugh and a look of childlike glee on her face on her face, Amethyst took a step towards Valley. Up came her foot, then back down again it went, the psychopath starting to stomp and kick away at Valley Doll's body. Again and again and again she struck at her, trying to rain those blows down on the blonde's body, wanting nothing more than to hurt her even more then she already had.

Valley rolled to her side, sneering up at Amethyst. She might lose. She might get beat. She might get broken, even knocked out, but she was not going to give up. Not to this bitch. Not to her.

"Go to hell."

Then the kicking started. And the stomping. Valley was battered hard, smashed into the floor, raising her hands to ward off the blows and not finding any purchase. In desperation, she reached out and grabbed Velour's leg - it would stop her, but at least it would give her a little rest on the assault.

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Amethyst laughed, as each of her blows landed on Valley's prone body. It felt good. No, more than that. It felt amazing to just kick and stomp the shit out of the woman. It had been too long since she had been in the ring and had gotten to just beat the stuffing out of someone like this. She was having fun, she was enjoying being able to do this to the Slamazon way too much.

"Hell?" she asked, pausing her assault for a brief moment as Valley managed to croak out her words to Amethyst. She stared at the woman for a moment, then let out yet another loud, cackling laugh. "I've been there already, Barbie! I've been there already and I'll be more than happy to drag you back down with me~!" She licked her lips again, her tongue sliding smoothly over then, then lifted her foot back up to begin her assault one more time.

But this time, as her boot went thrusting towards Valley, the blonde somehow managed to catch it. "W-what?!" Amethyst groaned out, trying to jerk her leg away from Valley's grasp. "L-let me go, dollface!" she snarled, her eyes narrowing at her. She hated Valley even more for stopping her assault now, and hoped she could jerk her leg free to begin the attack anew.

Yeah, she was going to let go of this leg so Velour could go back to stomping a mudhole in her ass and walking it dry - literally.

No, she was holding this leg and holding for dear life. In fact...this was a hardcore match...and it wasn't like she could do much else in the way of offense. So. Screw it.

She bit Amethyst's leg, sinking her teeth in like her life depended on it - which it just might, with this woman. Not the most dignified attack, definitely, but beggars didn't get to choose.

The moment Valley's teeth latched onto Amethyst's leg, biting her through her pants, the violent violet began to scream, a banshee-like wail shrieking through the air. That wasn't something she had expected from Valley, not at all. At first, she didn't know how to react, other than her screaming of course, but as the seconds passed by, as Valley's teeth dug their way, Amethyst began to panic, not wanting to let this blonde bitch keep biting at her like this.

With little other options, Amethyst leaned down towards Valley, screaming at her as she tried to club her fist against the side of the woman's head, desperate for her to let go so that she could back off from the blonde. Her teeth hurt, dammit, and it wasn't a kind of pain that Amethyst enjoyed, either.

Valley had no idea why she was biting Velour's leg. She sure as hell wasn't going to beat her that way. At best, she'd just make the psycho pissed off.

Maybe it was just about going down and hurting her as much as possible as she went. Whatever the case, she was paying for it, now.

She managed to hold on at first - the first punch rattled her, but she kept tight. The second dizzied her, made her loosen up. The third hit was the charm, and she let go on reflex, falling on her back and groaning as she rubbed her head, eyes shut tight, wincing hard from the agony. "You taste...like...shit."

As soon as Valley let her go, Amethyst staggered back from her, quickly kneeling down to one knee, jerking up the leg of her pants to inspect her leg. The Slamazon's bite marks were quite clear, quite visible, but thankfully the woman hadn't quite broken any skin. If she had held on just a little long, she might have done so, but luckily for Amethyst she wasn't bleeding.

She rubbed her leg for a moment, lifting her gaze to stare back towards Valley. "And you're a piece of shit," she snarled at her, her gaze cold, her grin gone again. No more playing around from her. It was time for Amethyst to get serious, to fully put this blonde bimbo away, and to show her just why joining the AFW was such a huge mistake for her.

She patted her leg one more time, then began to rise back up to her feet, gesturing at Valley with one hand. "Get back up, bitch," she growled at her, her voice taking on a forceful, commanding tone. "I want to knock you down again before I knock you the fuck out..."

She wasn't kidding, either - Valley was on the edge. She knew she was on the edge - she only had one, maybe two good hits left to take before she was completely out. Her back hurt. Her head hurt. Her everything hurt. It's like wasn't even running on energy anymore - the only thing that drove her was the knowledge that, somewhere, her mother was watching her, right now. That woman never quite in her life, and she wasn't going to break the tradition.

Get up, Valley Doll.

She gripped the side of the ring, pulling herself up...and falling down before she even got halfway. Still groggy. She'd need to lean on something...the broken table would do. Snapped like a twig, but still solid enough to support her weight and not slide as she pushed up, getting to her feet.

...maybe it could do a little more than just support her. Maybe.

"You think-ugh..." She groaned, holding the table tight as she propped against it. "You think you're something special, bitch? Please. McFoley did this psycho act a lot better. Beat me down all you like - there's a reason they put you against a newbie like me, and it's not whatever you probably wish it was."

A taunt - not much of one, but she hoped it would make her just tweaked enough to notice how tightly she was holding the table. The moment Velour got close, Valley would pull back and swing the broken half of the table right at Amethyst's head, summoning what little energy she had for one last hurrah.

Amethyst watched, snickering as Valley dropped back down after her first attempt to get back up. She should have been rushing in, moving to attack the blonde, but she was enjoying the show too much, enjoying watching her struggle to get back on her feet. She couldn't help but frown, however, as Valley started back up again, insulting her with her words. Amethyst was something special! She was a complete monster and she knew it! And she was going to make this blonde bimbo pay for her words!

With an angry cry, Amethyst came charging in recklessly towards the Slamazon, intending to crash into her, to tackle her back to the floor. As she closed in on Valley though, up came that table, that broken piece of wood swinging straight towards her. With no time to react and to protect herself, Amethyst was helpless against the sudden attack, the large shard of wood smashing right into the side of her head.

Crack.

The sound of the table striking against Amethyst's head was loud, loud enough for the first several rows of the audience to hear as if it went off right beside of them. It was like a gunshot, a loud noise echoing throughout the arena. Amethyst's eyes went wide, the woman spinning away from Valley due to the force of the impact, and then...then she dropped down, falling onto her front against the floor. It was unclear whether or not she was completely knocked out, but one thing was for sure: it didn't seem like she'd be getting up on her own anytime soon.

The crowd went silent - or, as silent as a crowd this size could get - Valley connected with a scream, the half-table clocking Velour square in the head. She hadn't seen it coming. The audience hadn't seen it coming. Hell, Valley barely saw it coming, and she was the one who did it.

"Oh, my God, that worked."

Amethyst went down, wide-eyed all the way, hitting the floor face-down. She didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon - but, then, Valley had watched enough horror movies to know better. She was tempted to go over there and just smack her face into the floor until she was sure Amethyst was unconscious.

Tempting, but no. She just wanted this match to be over.

She crawled over as fast as she could manage and rolled Amethyst over, going for a three-count. "Come on, come on..."