Natasha Han vs. Valley Doll II - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Valley didn't stay on the floor for too long, and got up after a minute. She was growing a little worried about Natasha - she seemed to be breathing all right, just a little zonked out, but you could never be too sure with that sort of thing in wrestling.

When she finally got back up, Valley breathed a sigh of relief and pushed out of the corner she'd been leaning in. "Hey, Nat." She gave a little wave and stepped over to shake her hand. "That was a great match, you were really..."

Her voice trailed off as she saw the zombified stare in Natasha's eyes, as she slowly and sluggishly walked around the ring. Valley wasn't exactly a medical expert, but that hardly looked healthy.  "Wait, stop." She put a hand on Natasha's shoulder and gave her a quick shake, trying to bring her back to reality.

Natasha eventually came to rest in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as Valley shook at her shoulder. The Russian rolled her head into the direction of the Slamazon, and began to come to, reaching up to push her hand away. She glared at her, and spoke up softly.

"Nyet. You stop," she began, pushing herself out of the corner, trying to move past Valley. "Get...get away from me. Please..."

A part of Valley realized that, maybe, she really should've been leaving Natasha alone. Whatever she was going through, it was clearly weighing down hard on her, even worse than the last match. It was clearly a hard, internal struggle.

But, damn it, she just didn't get it. They'd just had, probably, the best match on the entire show, and Natasha was pouting.

Valley stepped back with arms akimbo and her head cocked to the side, still standing in her way. "Han. Natasha. Look." She held up two fingers as she stared hard at the Wrestle Angel, ignoring the audience's awkward mumbling. "This is the second time we've had an awesome match, this is the second time I've won, and the second time you've looked like I shot your puppy. What is your deal with me? She threw her hands up.

"It's just a match, okay? It's not that serious. Winning really isn't everything."

Natasha gave Valley a long, cold look, staring intently at her for almost a minute before looking away from her.

"You do not understand. I was not thinking you would be understanding. Please, be getting out of my way now."

Against she would try to step forward, trying to push past Valley to make her exit.

Valley stared at Natasha. Natasha stared at Valley. The referee stared at them both and hoped she wouldn't end up refereeing a second, impromptu match.

That didn't turn out to be the case, though. Valley didn't move, but when Natasha pushed into her, she offered no resistance and let her slide on by, brushing shoulders and keeping their eyes locked all the way. "You're right. I don't understand."

She watched as Natasha left the ring, then walked over to the side, cupped her hands over her mouth, and yelled down the ramp. "Because it doesn't make any sense!"

Natasha ignored Valley's words, slipping out of the ring and making her way up the ramp, making her exit, feeling humiliated and broken.

She stopped once she reached the top of the ramp, and looked back over her shoulder, back down towards the ring, towards Valley, staring the Slamazon as the crowd began to get riled up again, yelling for the lone blonde standing in the ring.

Natasha stared her way for a moment longer, and then with a sigh, disappeared into the backstage, out of sight of her opponent and the audience.