Brooklyn Bruiser vs. Valley Doll - Coast to Coast

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Valley would've kicked herself, if her leg was currently so busy getting trapped.

Should've known better than to approach Kimmy like that. If she'd approached nearer to the legs, if she'd been smart, she could've stayed out of her reach altogether and avoided this sticky situation. But no, she'd underestimated the fierce New Yorker. Or she'd overestimated her own abilities. Either way, the end result was the same: on her back, desperately trying to get away before her poor position could be taken advantage of. And failing at it. Spectacularly.

She squirmed around, flopped over to her belly, and started to crawl forward, making a steady push towards the ropes, but Kimmy was way too quick on those sure-footed feet of hers. Valley was dragged back and her progress was erased. Nope. Not going to be that easy.

"Nonono-" She wildly shook her head when she felt the position Kimmy's arms were taking behind her. She knew the move by heart. She'd been in it a few times, mostly when she was fueding with Marvelous Mimi in her early days. She'd had to endure this move four times, and she'd tapped out to all of them.

The Ankle Lock. Just great. it looked like Kimmy was taking a page out of Ken Shamrock's book.

Valley burst out with a shrill shriek as the Brookly Bruiser twisted her ankle far beyond the places it was designed to go. This was dangerous for a lot of reasons - aside from the intense pain, having her ankle hurting would mess up her entire strategy. She thrived on movement. Her style revolved around it. Anything that slowed her down was a serious  problem, and a hurting ankle was just that sort of thing. She doubted that fact would be lost on Kimmy, either. It sure wasn't lost on the referee - she came over, kneeled beside them, and took up a close watch, looking for any sign of surrender.

Valley shook her head and clawed at the canvas, while her face turned into a cortorted mess of agonizing features. She twisted left and right, trying to see if she could shake Kimmy's grip and score a reversal. A distant chance, especially since Kimmy locked the hold with such expert skill and vigor, but worth a try. "Gah! Get off"!

Finally. The match had only been going on for three minutes, but Kimmy felt as though she were well and truly getting her ass handed to her, the way that she had never been beaten up before. Valley had been completely outclassing her. Physically, they were roughly equal in strength, as evidenced by their collar-and-elbow lockup, but Valley had so far had an edge when it came to strategy. Kimmy had command now, though, as her little ploy had worked like a charm. She had hardly even needed to play possum. All she had to do was get up slowly, and Valley had put herself in the perfect position to be attacked.

Kimmy grabbed onto her foe's foot with one hand, wrapped her other hand securely around her opponent's ankle, and then wrenched her leg upwards, putting pressure on it and bending it just a little ways in the wrong direction, in that sweet spot that maximized pain without risking serious injury. Kimmy may not have been as experienced a wrestler as Valley, but she had been around the block often enough that she knew how to maximize the returns she got on her moves without actually hurting her opponents seriously, and she was doing that now. Valley was a nice woman, it seemed, but Kimmy was not going to be happy with anything less than a victory tonight.

Kimmy knew just how devastating the ankle lock could be. It wasn't one of her primary submission holds, but she had won two matches with it during her New York Female Wrestling days, and had used it to weaken an opponent to such a dramatic extent in a third match that the hold might as well have been a winner. It didn't always work for her, but when it did—as it seemed like it might here—Kimmy knew that it could put on plenty of pressure. She knew that Valley didn't have a good track record with this hold, and that it would mess up the veteran's strategy. She was counting on that. Even if Valley escaped from the ankle lock, she would be forced to play at Kimmy's pace, and by Kimmy's rules.

Valley wasn't giving up, though the referee was watching her closely for any sign of surrender. Kimmy would twist her opponent's ankle a little harder, wanting to make Valley screech and squeal that much more. "Come on, come on..." Kimmy would growl. "Tap out!"

Valley started thrashing, and while Kimmy felt confident in the security of the hold, she wanted to avoid any chance of a reversal. Valley had reversed her kick already, and had managed to turn a stalemate into a significant edge after their lockup. Kimmy was tired of thinking she had a chance only for Valley to flip it. She would now rise to her feet, going from the classic ankle lock on her knees to a standing ankle lock, continuing to twist the joint, while also putting a boot on Valley's thigh, pressing down to try to put pressure on that part of her leg as well as her ankle.

Don't think about the pain. Don't think about the poor situation. Don't think about how far the ropes are. Don't think about the referee staring you down. Don't think about how much trouble you'll be in even if you do escape this hold.

It was a hard thing for Valley to do, trying to push past all the anguish in her aching legs, but she was slowly managing. She couldn't stop herself from shrieking with every brutal twist that Kimmy made, as she wrenched the Ankle Lock in vicious fashion, but at least she kept herself from making too much noise and sounding too pathetic to all her fans. It wasn't much of a victory, but she'd take.

"Do you want to give up?" The referee called out, focusing on Valley as she banged her fist in the mat. "Valley Doll, are you ready to-"

"No!" She frantically shook her head, making her shimmering blonde hair dance around. She always hated when the refs did this sort of thing. If she was going to tap, she'd tap. Why ask her? "No, not giving up!" They were easy words for her mouth to say, but her body was starting to disagree. Her hand came up, readying to tap, and she almost had to mentally force it down, as if her own hand could disobey her.

She had to give it to Kimmy - the girl was fresh, but she applied a hold better than most of the seasoned wrestlers Valley knew, AFW or otherwise. Just the right amount of pressure. Hard enough for agony, soft enough to not do anything worse. A lot of girls would just power down and not care about the results, but it was nice to know they taught the girls at NYFW that you didn't have to put your opponent in the hospital to win. Not that it would help her right now, but appreciated all the same.

The pain only grew when Kimmy stood up and put her boot down on Valley's leg, and Valley could hold back a scream to honor the occasion. But her mind was still lucid, even with all that pain to deal with, and she was clear enough to see her opportunity. Standing up made the hold worse, but it all took away power from Kimmy's base. It'd be easier to drag her on her feet than on her knees. If there were ever a chance, it was now.

"Keep dreaming!" Valley pushed with her free leg and claw her way forward, depserately pushing towards the ropes. Every foot seemed worse than the last, and she kept on having to stop just burry her face into the canvas and wallow in pain. But she kept on going. A little further each time, and the crowds cheers grew with each passing moment. Her hand stretched out as soon as she thought she was close enough, desperate to grab the ropes and at least get some relief.

The referee wasn't just sitting there watching now, but was actually asking Valley if she wanted to submit, and Valley was forced to growl out a negative response, in between stifled sounds of agony as Kimmy worked over her leg. The Brooklynite was grinning as she worked her opponent over, knowing that the momentum of this match had swung completely in her direction. Almost being pinned a minute earlier was immensely frustrating for Kimmy, and a little embarrassing, too, and now she was able to reciprocate in part with this ankle lock.

She was going to make Valley hurt as much as she possibly could without the risk of causing serious injury. Trying to maximize that pain in the hopes of forcing Valley to reconsider her decision not to submit, Kimmy got up onto her feet and put a boot on Valley's thigh, pushing down on it, grinding the sole of her footwear against Valley's toned leg.

Shortly after she got up to her feet, Kimmy realized that she couldn't control Valley's movement on her feet quite as easily as she could on her knees. Though Valley had more freedom of movement, and even now was starting to drag herself and Kimmy towards the ropes, Kimmy still felt good about her decision to stand up. The hold was more painful that way, and Kimmy felt like there was less of a chance that her grip on Valley could somehow slip. Besides...if Valley didn't submit to a standing ankle lock, especially with the added stomping of her upper leg, she was not going to submit to any sort of ankle lock at all. In that case, Kimmy wanted to change tactics, and try to weaken other parts of Valley's body, too.

The veteran dragged them towards the ropes, Kimmy doing what she could to hold her foe in the center of the ring. She stepped down harder on Valley's thigh, and every few seconds gave an extra little twist to Valley's ankle in order to force her to slow down. It was a long, slow crawl to the ropes—it was perfect, as it gave Kimmy plenty of time to torture her foe. She would try dragging Valley in the other direction, but, in the end, the veteran's persistence paid off, and she managed to grab onto the ropes. Kimmy would give one last parting twist to Valley's ankle before letting go and taking a step back.

"Okay, so get up," Kimmy would challenge Valley, bouncing on the toes of her feet as she would wait for Valley to get up. She would let the veteran get to her feet, but as soon as she did, Kimmy intended to go on the offensive again.

The audience cheers were an indecipherable mess, a raging cacophony of support. It seemed like the bulk of the fans were behind, roaring with a steady "Valley!" chant. But there were more than a few people who seemed to rise up with every twist and turn that Kimmy made. Not too surprising - even aside from the initial pop that the crowd gave her at the start, she had a certain appeal. Young, pretty, vibrant and skilled, the sort of people they always wanted to cheer, and the possibility of an upset on the veteran was looking more and more likely. Americans aren't the only ones who liked to root for an underdog.

Valley almost hated to disappoint them. Heck, if she were in the seats, she'd root for Kimmy against just about anyone. But her job wasn't to make a Cinderella story come true. She was paid to wrestle and win, and Valley intended to do just that. With her ankle hurting, though, it would certainly be harder than usual.

She finally, finally managed to reach the ropes, after what seemed like an eternity in Kimmy's clutches, and she grabbed onto the bottom rope harder than she'd held anything else in her entire life. Luckily for her, the Brooklyn Bruiser wasn't the type to drag a hold all the way to a four-count from the referee. Unluckily for her, she was the type to give one last, agonizing wrench before she had to let go of the hold. Valley punctuated it with one, final scream, and then she was free to stand back up and fight against. If she could.

She rolled her eyes and tried her best to look glib at Kimmy's little taunt. It wasn't easy, and when she grabbed the ropes and started to pull her way back up, she couldn't hide the pain in her voice. "Be careful-" She hissed, as she accidently put far too much pressure on the ankle. "...careful what you ask for."

Valley managed to get back up to her feet and stand soon enough, moving back into her grappling stance. This time, it was mostly for defense. She was going to let Kimmy bring the fight to her. No other choice, really. Her ankle would be okay enough in a minute for her to cut loose, but until then, she needed to go slow, and with an opponent like this, that could prove to be fatal. It all came back to patience - Valley just had to survive, look for an opportunity, and seize it the moment it appeared. Until then, the ball was in Kimmy's court.

Valley looked eyes with the younger wrestler and nodded. "Come at me!"

Kimmy heard the larger section of the crowd chanting Valley's name, but she also recognized that a not-insignificant portion of the crowd was cheering her on, as well. Kimmy was legitimately touched by that—not that she could really show just how appreciative she was while the fight was still going on—and was very thankful to Valley for the introduction which had gotten the crowd to look upon her rather favorably. Maybe, after the match was over, Kimmy should try to seek Valley out and thank her more thoroughly.

That, of course, was a consideration for another time. Right now, Valley was starting to get back up onto her feet. Her first effort was unsuccessful, as she put too much weight on the worked-over ankle, and it failed to support her. Kimmy would smirk slightly, putting her hands in her pockets as she watched and waited for Valley to get up. If she had wanted, Valley might have tried to stay down for a while longer, since Kimmy wasn't coming after her while she was still down on the canvas. But she didn't—she was getting up as quickly as her body was able. And Kimmy respected the veteran wrestler for that.

Valley put her hands up, once again seeming set to grapple with Kimmy, though she seemed to hang back a bit, staying on the defensive, keeping back against the ropes as she stared Kimmy down. The New Yorker would huff and put her fists up in front of her face, assuming a boxing-style stance. She wanted to get in some good shots to daze and dizzy Valley so that she would have a shot at finishing her off with a spectacular pinfall. She thought for a second about what she wanted to do to the veteran to get her guard down and leave her open for some more punishment. Right now, for at least a minute or two more, Kimmy could be in near-complete control, and she didn't want to squander that time.

"Gnnh," Kimmy grunted in response to Valley, before she would lunge forward. Both hands would lash out towards Valley, one after the other. The first, her right hand, was a closed fist, and with it Kimmy would try to deliver a hard punch to Valley's solar plexus. Following a second after that punch was her other hand, which was open, and with it she reached up to wrap her arm around the back of Valley's neck, pushing aside some of those lovely flaxen locks of the Californian as she would try to secure her arm back there and put her hand on the side of the veteran's head. Kimmy was going to try to turn, drop down to a knee, and toss Valley forward for a snap mare, hoping she could execute all of this before Valley cound pull off one of those counters she seemed to have up her sleeve, and that Kimmy was starting to dread.

Valley's eyes narrowed as she saw Kimmy getting into a tight boxing stance, looking ready to cause some serious pain with those steely fists of hers. Her first instinct after escaping the hold had beento just drop down, roll under the bottom rope, and recover on the outside of the ring, walk around a bit to stall time while she wore down the count. That would be the smart thing, and she couldn't help but rethink it as her opponent looked ready to punch her head clean off her shoulders.

But Valley wasn't totally interested in doing the smart thing. Her concern was always focused on doing the entertaining thing. Just winning wasn't enough, she wanted to please the audience. And that meant she had to face the Brooklyn Bruiser head on, even if that wasn't the brightest of ideas.

She kept a cautious eye on Kimmy and her deadly fists. Valley wasn't a big boxing fan, but she was willing to bet that she was. It didn't look like someone just imitating a boxing stance, it looked like the real article, and she had the muscles to back them up. Valley could throw a good strike, too, but her best shots always came from the legs. Not an option, not until her ankle was feeling good enough to take the weight.

There was no warning when Kimmy moved in. No visual clues to sound the alarm bells, no telltale foot movements. She just did a little grunt one second, and the next she was all over Valley, closing the short distance in a flash of frenetic movement. She saw the first salvo come straight towards her midsection, and she tried to get her arm down in time to block it. No luck. The blow sailed in and suck deep into the sacred space just below Valley's chest, making her organs move about inside and forcing the air clean out of her mouth.

She lurched forward, and that just put her in prime position for the next move. She felt the arm reach around her neck, and Valley instantly knew what Kimmy was going for. Not that knowing mattered - she was simply moving too fast, with too much conviction, to stop the process once it had been started. The Last Slamazon was going down for a snapmare, and she couldn't do a thing to stop it.

Valley landed right on her butt, sitting up right and gritting her teeth at the pain in her tailbone. The snapmare wasn't too painful of a move, but she knew that it typically preceded something painful, and with someone like Kimmy, that could lead to some real damage being done. All Valley could do was brace herself and wait.

At least Kimmy had the courtesy not to grab her by the hair when she flipped her. Valley hated when people did that.

Kimmy put her fists up and took a step towards Valley, hoping that she could unnerve or intimidate Valley to some degree. She wanted Valley to be a little bit confused, a little bit slow. She didn't want the veteran to be completely lucid and thinking completely clearly when she moved in to launch her attack. Because the last two times she had tried a head-on attack, she had found them rather easily countered, and had found herself at Valley's mercy.

Kimmy's right hand, balled into that deadly fist, slammed into Valley's midsection exactly as planned, as if trying to bore a hole in the veteran blonde's solar plexus and make it through out her back. Valley had tried to block it, but, with her arms held up, hands towards Kimmy in a defensive grappling stance, there had just been an inch or two too much space to cover in the time before Kimmy's punch hit. It struck home, and it forced the air out of Valley's lungs. The Slamazon's body lurched forward.

That put her in perfect position for Kimmy's next move. The snap mare was quick, clean, and efficient. It was not going to cause Valley that much pain, but it would put her on her ass in the middle of the ring, where Kimmy could torture her some more.

The Brooklynite would get right to the task of continuing to punish Valley as soon as she had dumped the older wrestler on her rear. Kimmy would extend her left arm out in front of Valley's body, perpendicular to the direction the Slamazon was facing. Kimmy would pull her arm forward a bit, then whip it back, trying to strike Valley hard across her chest with a forearm smash, hoping that the force of it would force Valley to go down onto her back. If she were on her back, Kimmy could do any number of wonderful things. If necessary, Kimmy would go for another forearm blow, just for good measure.

Kimmy was grinning, and she heard the audience getting louder and louder as the battle went on. She had never been one much for playing to the crowd—back home, there hadn't exactly been that much crowd to play to—but she was glad that they were enjoying the show. Most were backing Valley, for obvious reasons, but Kimmy could hear plenty of people in the crowd who were cheering her name. Even if it was only a tenth of the audience, it was more fans than she had ever had cheer her on in person back in New York.

If Valley went down on her back, Kimmy would be tempted to try to set up for her Brooklyn Crab...but she decided against that. Not yet. Soon...but not yet. Give it time, Kimmy. Instead, she would try to get on top of Valley, laying herself across the veteran's chest and trying to establish a crossbody pin, going for a pinfall now while she seemed to have all the momentum in her favor!

Valley shook her head from side to side shortly after the landing, trying to reset her equilibrium and fight off the effects on a very effective snapmare. Kimmy would go far in the AFW with moves like that, especially against the newer girls that didn't seem to even have the basics down pat. She executed the snapmare crisp and clean, and even if Valley hadn't been hurting, she'd be hard pressed to escape it.

She cursed under breath as she brought one of her legs in, trying to see if she could stand up in time. She was going to have to stop thinking about Kimmy like that, admiring her skill so much. It was impressive, but the glowing thoughts weren't getting her anywhere, and if she was going to pull out a win, she had to start focusing on how to counter these moves. Kimmy was too comfortable in the driver's seat, she wasn't giving it up easily. She was a competitor, and had to be treated like one.

Valley had just opened her eyes when a flash of move crossed her vision and closed them again. Kimmy's forearm crashed hard into her chest, and contrary to what people seemed to think, her above-average breasts didn't do a thing to protect her. If anything, they just made it that much worse. More sensitive flesh meant more pain on contact, and it was more than enough to send her flat on her back, gritting her teeth while the dull THWACK echoed around them. She hit hard and found herself staring up at the ceiling lights, with her hair splayed out.

She had started to rise back up, when another forearm crashed into her chest and left her horizontal once again. Kimmy seemed dead set on keeping her grounded, and it becamse obvious why a moment later, as her young, lithe body dropped flat over Valley's chest. The referee came down to do her job, and the crowd counted along.

"1...!"

Valley was a little dizzy and her ankle was burning, but she was far from done. She took a quick, deep breath to summon her energy, getting ready for a burst.

"2...!"

She arched her back and threw her arm up as soon as the referee hit the mat a second, time beating the three count with a little room to spare. "Sorry, cutie." She tried to roll away from Kimmy and get a little breathing room, having a little chuckle as she went. "Not that easy."

The snap mare went off without a hitch, and put Valley on her ass, apparently dazed and ripe to be exploited and beaten up some more. Kimmy would take a chance and take another direct shot at her opponent's torso, swinging her forearm to try to strike Valley's chest. Kimmy didn't really think too much about the size of Valley's chest, but she did notice, to her satisfaction, that the thirty year-old's breasts didn't cushion the blow at all. Valley went down onto her back, sprawled out spread-eagle, her golden hair falling in an appealing, wavy fashion across the canvas.

Kimmy wasted no time in leaping on top of Valley, grabbing onto one wrist with her hands, and trying to move her knees to pin down the veteran's other arm. Kimmy might have been the smaller of the two of them, but she still had enough weight to execute a good pin that should be difficult for Valley to escape from—especially in the state she was currently in. The referee smoothly slid in next to the trapped Valley and the smirking Kimmy, beginning the count.

"One!" The referee would call out, hitting the mat with her open palm as she watched Valley's shoulders closely. Kimmy could feel Valley's muscles tensing and flexing, getting ready for an escape attempt, and she tried to put more weight on her opponent's shoulders as the referee slapped the canvas a second time.

"Two!"

Unfortunately, that was all Kimmy would get with this crossbody pin attempt, as Valley managed to summon up her strength and throw an arm upwards to break free. Kimmy was forced to fall to the side, sliding off of Valley and onto her hands and knees. She had half a mind to grab at her opponent before she could escape, but Valley rolled away before she could think twice about it.

Valley was obviously not done yet. Not only was she still fighting, but she was teasing Kimmy, too. The New Yorker's cheeks turned a little red. "C-cutie...? Seriously?" she growled in response, shoving up onto her feet and clenching her hands into fists. She didn't exactly enjoy being called cutie, even when it was all in good fun...

"I'll pound on you some more, then!" Kimmy would declare, as she would get a running start, then launch herself at Valley, feet first, trying to dropkick the veteran before she could get back up onto her feet!