Bodies of Flesh, Hearts of Iron

Natasha turned back towards Valley when the Slamazon was done signing the contract, and reach up to take it from her hands. She pulled lightly at first, then when she felt Valley's tight hold on the paper, she pulled harder, enough to tug it out of the blonde's grip.

Once it was back in her hands, she stepped up to Valley, standing chest to chest with her, narrowing her eyes back at her rival. She leaned in close, and pressed her forehead against the doll's forehead. She stared at her for a moment, and then another, her breath growing faster with each passing second. This was it. Everything was official now. Her heart was pounding against her chest and she could feel a couple beads of sweat rolling down the side of her face. She was ready for this. She was ready.

She held herself against Valley for what must have felt like hours, listening to the crowd roaring around them, screaming and cheering at the two women. Then, she stepped back, and with a final glare, turned away from Valley, ready to make her exit. She felt like she didn't need to say any more. Valley knew what she wanted, and she knew what the Russian was capable of.

If she wanted 100% from Natasha, then she was going to get 120% instead, and she had no doubt that the Slamazon was fully aware of that fact!