Trent Masters vs. Valley Doll II - A Bitter End

Match Type: I Quit
Victory Conditions:Victory can only be obtained by forcing the opponent to say ‘I Quit’.


Valley Doll, once again, found herself in the middle of the ring, chilling in the corner while her theme music played across the arena. Once again, she was dressed up in her new Tension outfit, clean and primed, ready to go for another match. Once again, she was set to face Trent Masters.

But this time was a little different, as anyone could tell from the look in her eyes, even before they knew the circumstances around this match and what had led to the stipulation. The Slamazon’s face had a deep, dark scowl across it, staring hard at the entrance ramp, eager and hot and waiting for her opponent to show. You didn’t have to be a psychic to know what was going through her mind, either. All you had to know was that Trent Masters had decided to jump her backstage after their last match, beating her around the backstage area and leaving her in a wreck on the floor. She hadn’t been seriously injured by the attack, nothing that required a hospital stay, but it left her sore all over and put her in bed for a few days.

A few days spent stewing.

Thinking.

Seething.

So, when she got back, the first order of business was setting up another match with Trent to even the score, but not just any match. He wanted to make this personal, and she already knew how this was going to go. Guys like him, with their small egos and smaller brains, weren’t going to stop being a pain in her ass until she put them in their place in a definitive manner. Beating Trent wasn’t enough. She had to make him know it. That couldn’t be accomplished by pinning his shoulder to the floor for three seconds, knocking him out, or even making him tap. She needed the words to come out of his mouth.

An ‘I Quit’ match was the best way, the only way she could see. It might have seemed a bit extreme, what with her not even being in Tension all that long, relatively speaking. But if she were ever going to have a real career in this brand, she could already see the necessity of it. It was the best way to put him and any other guy in the division on notice.

So, congratulations, Trent. Valley Doll was about to give him her full attention.

Focused and fiery, she did a little light stretching in the corner as her music died down, but her eyes stayed focused throughout. Any moment now...

This was certainly an interesting turn of events. Not that Trent had not expected it but perhaps it came more earlier than he had expected. Despite his warning to the Slamazon, he knew that she would go on to do something as stupid as challenging him to another wrestling match, an I Quit match on top of it. He had given her the luxury to walk away with the win, she would have had the record of being one-nil up over the Masterpiece for the rest of her career so long as she was content with having been roughened up a bit after the match.

But no, of course not. Instead, she would play right into Trent's trap and go on to set up another wrestling match against the Masterpiece allowing him a chance at retribution. She stood in the middle of the ring, eagerly waiting for Trent to make his way to the ring and he certainly made her wait longer than he would any other opponent. However, finally his theme cued and he made his way out to the Tension arena with a mic in hand but clad in his wrestling attire.

Trent Masters (middle):

He stood on the starting end of the entrance ramp, looking down the path to the ring and then eventually towards his opponent. "I gave you a chance to let this go. To walk away with your victory but here we are looking to make each other say 'I Quit'. I'm disappointed in you Valley but it looks like your ego wouldn't let it go. No matter....tonight, we will end this or each other" he said gripping the mic tightly in his hand.

Trent would make his way down the ring, mic in hand because he knew he would end up needing it for more reasons than one. Picking up speed, he would sprint towards the ring and do a baseball slide to get in the ring. He didn't want to waste any time, he quickly got back up to his feet and charged at the Slamazon, attempting to bash that mic against her forehead!

So, there Valley was, amped up and ready to go. Perhaps a little too worked up. She didn’t do her best work when things were personal. She was too old for that sort of heat, was better off as a professional, clean and precise. When things got personal, you got stupid, you made mistakes.

She was trying to clear her head, process things, and was well on her way to reaching zen…and then Trent had to go and speak and ruin everything.

Moments like this, she was starting to regret coming to Tension, just a little. She still wanted to make her mark on the brand, but with men like this around, it was already turning out to be more of a pain in the butt than she’d bargained for. ”Will you just shut up and get down here already, sheesh…”

She was still tapping her foot and muttering to herself as Trent entered the ring, coming down with a running start, head full of steam. It was a nice attempt at a bum’s rush, and it would’ve caught the Slamazon off guard…if this was their first match and he hadn't jumped her in the back. Now, though, her guard was up, and she had a surprise for him.

As he rushed in, Valley just kicked her leg up and fell flat on her back, letting his blow pass clean over. She flipped up to her feet an instant later with a kipup, then flipped backwards, letting her feet sail through the air in an arc, attempting to hit him with her signature move - the Pele Kick.

The first thing that Trent noticed about Valley was her intensity. Sure, she was far away in the ring while he was on the top of the entrance ramp but he could still see and sense the look in her eyes when she stared at the Masterpiece while he would run her down. He had a cocky grin on his face, to hell with the fact that Valley was a good friend of Alaina, all he cared about right now was getting to make the legendary Slamazon say the magic words he needed to win this match.

With a mic in hand, he would run down the ring ramp full speed and head on to dive inside the ring from under the bottom ring rope. Valley had enough of talking, she was ready for a fight and so was Trent. When the Materpiece lunged at her, looking to drive the mic onto her skull the Slamazon would show off her incredible agility by falling down on her back which made Trent miss his target.

"What the?!" he gasped, turning around to face Valley only to have his face be smacked by her boot as she executed her signature Pele Kick strike. "Ahh!" he grunted in pain, dropping the mic to clutch his face as he staggered back into the ropes and fell outside the ring between the middle and the top rope!

*SMACK*

His back hit the floor and he rolled over onto his belly on the outside, pissed at having her get the upperhand on him already!

Another day, another Pele Kick. That was a good one, too, nice and clean, one of the better ones she’d ever landed. It would probably make a top ten list on those compilations she was always stumbling across on YouTube. How many times had she scored this move in her career? Someone out there was bound to be counting.

It was just one of those idle little thoughts that went through Valley head as she flopped back after the kick, something she had time to ponder. She didn’t have to see the result to know what it would do - that impact was solid, and Trent would be feeling it all the way to the ground.

Valley knew it would take him down, but even she was a little surprised to see him go all the way out of the ring. On his stomach, too, all nice and vulnerable. Tempting target…

”Screw it.”

Valley rolled over to her side and got back to her feet quick, standing tall near the ropes. She grabbed the top one, took her time to gauge the distance, then pulled yanked herself over, vaulting up in a single move. Nothing crazy, nothing fancy. Valley just pulled her feet in and brought them down towards Trent’s back, looking to hammer him into the floor with a double stomp from above.

The surprise dodge to his rather aggressive clothesline had caught him off guard and off footing. When he looked around to find his opponent, the Slamazon hit him head on with her signature Pele Kick. The smack to his face send him back, reeling and eventually stumbling out of the ring rather dramatically making some of the crowd laugh while most of them cheered wildly for Valley.

The Masterpiece was down and out on his front on the outside floor. What happened next was something he did not expect. However, he should have expected it! With this type of match there were no rules, no limitation and there was no way Valley was going to wait for him while he recovered to get back in the ring. No, she took full charge and vaulted outside the ring over the top rope and came crashing down on his back with her boot pointed at him.

"Guuuuuuugh!" he cried out loudly, almost let out a scream upon the impact as the Masterpiece would roll over onto his side and curl up with his arms wrapped around his body and his feet kicking the floor while he was left howling in pain.