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

"Woo!" Valley breathed a long sigh of relief as Natasha took a dive and spilled outside, landing in a heap on the floor. It was a nasty crash, and a small part of her felt sympathetic, since she'd been in a similar position more times than she cared to count. But she told that part of her to simmer down for the time being. They'd already made clear that they were laying everything on the table with this match, so as long as it was legal, there was no shame.

She tugged on the rope and popped back up to her feet, getting a good view of Natasha from above. Of course, her opponent wasn't going to stay down for long, and Valley's first instinct was to nail her with a plancha or a tope or something crazy. She fought back the instinct - after what happened with the senton, it was better to play it safe for the time being. Safer than usual, at least.

That didn't mean she planned on letting Natasha get up without any trouble, though. As soon as the Russian was about halfway up, she took off in a sprint to the other side of the ring, bounced off the ropes and picked up speed on the rebound. Valley could see her opponent's bright blond head rising up over the apron as she came running back, and that was the target she centered on when she dropped down and hit a baseball slide, looking to continue the winning trend of kicking Natasha into oblivion.

Natasha staggered up to her feet, turning towards the ring. She lifted her head up, looking for Valley, and was just in time to catch a brief glimpse of her, racing towards her as if out of nowhere, her boots aimed straight for the Russian.

"Nnnfg!"

Natasha was struck, dead in the center of her chest by her rival's baseball slide. The impact of the kick was enough to send her staggering backwards, and after a brief moment of trying to keep her balance, she fell back, crashing into the barrier separating them from the audience, landing in a heap on the floor in front of it afterwards.

Valley had to grab the ropes as she slid out of the ring, keeping her from getting dumped out on her butt. It also gave her a great view of the results, as she saw Natasha crashing into the barrier for a hard landing. She was hurt, stunned, and even though this match was a long way from being over, Valley felt like she had a confident lead.

Valley dropped to her feet outside and held up her fist high in the air, getting the crowd's cheers as she neared Natasha. She wasn't keen on doing any ringside brawling, and the referee's sentiments were about the same. "Come on!" She called out to them, as she leaned over the top rope "Bring it back in , back in!"[/color]

"On it!" Valley called back. Her style worked best between the ropes anyway, so that was where they'd return to. [color=#ff0080]"Let's go, sister."

She grabbed Natasha arm by the wrists, hauled her back and tried to toss her back into the ring under the bottom rope.

For the time being, Natasha was out of it, her head reeling from where it had struck against the barrier. She tried to will her body to move, but it wasn't quite listening yet, only responding to her with some weak movement of her arms.

She was almost thankful, then, when Valley came for her, snatching her wrists, forcing her back up towards her feet. She offered no resistance as the Slamazon through her back in under the bottom ropes, the Russian rolling towards the center of the ring, lying there unmoving, biding her time and trying to save her strength as she tried to focus her thoughts on getting back into the game.

Valley was once again struck by the temptation to take to the sky, as Natasha rollled to the dead center of the ring. There were so many options - springboards, rolling thunders, elbow drops off the turnbuckle, stuff that would really get the crowd popping. Typically, she wouldn't have hesitated. But this wasn't a typical opponent and not a typicaly match. It was chess int he rign: any slip-up, no matter how slight, and Natasha would punish her with remorseless fury.

She'd keep it simple for a little while longer, until her opponent was sufficiently battered. She slipped in under the bottom rope, took a quick step over to Natasha's prone body jumped up and came down with a knee drop to her proud Russian chest, making sure the point of her bone landed right on target.

Natasha lied there, waiting for Valley to draw near before she made a move. She had assumed the woman would try to lift her back to her feet, or try something to her while she was lying there. She was going to wait for Valley to come near, and then act, but biding her time proved to be a mistake.

She rolled onto her back, just in time to look up at Valley above her. Before she could react, the Slamazon was already leaping up into the air. Down she came, and deep into Natasha's chest came Valley's knee, driving hard against her. With a loud cry, Natasha rolled onto her side, clutching herself in pain, kicking her legs against the mat angrily.

Stupid! She berated herself, growing angry for making such a dumb mistake. Stupid stupid stupid! She should have known better, but she had messed up, and now she was paying for her mistakes once again.

The knee drop was a lot cruder, a lot mean, a lot rougher of a move than Valley usually went for. Not that she had a problem attacking an opponent when she was down. But always with a moonsault or a somersault leg drop or something spectacular. A knee drop just felt...wrong. So blah.

But it worked. Oh, boy, did it work.

"Up, up, up..." She reached down, grabbed Natasha's head, and tried to pull her back to her feet, keeping her moving and wasting energy. Valley had some corner work in mind, but the first step was going to see if she could even stand up to get her there.

Natasha winced when Valley grabbed her head, pulling her back to her feet. She reached up, grabbing Valley by her wrists as she rose, not resisting her but rather just to have something to hold onto as she was forced back up.

Once she was standing though, the Russian growled towards the Slamazon, and quickly let go of her wrist. With one swift motion, she formed a tight fist with one hand, and drove it towards the American's bare, toned stomach, trying to nail Valley right in her gut with a sudden, hard punch.

Valley had just begun to swing Natasha off to the corner, when she got a harsh surprise in the form of a fist rammed deep in her stomach. It was kind of weird - the former Wrestle Angel only had about ten or so pounds over Valley, but that somehow translated to a world of difference in terms of raw power. She hit like a boxer. A really good boxer.

"God!" She cried out, as the blow hit her hard enough to make her feet leave the floor for a moment. She fell down to her knees and clutched her stomach with both arms as she went into a coughing fit.

"Geez, Han..." Valley spat off to the side."Don't remember you hitting this hard before, gotta say."

"Do you ever stop your talking?" Natasha asked quietly, her first words towards Valley, watching as the woman dropped to the mat in front of her. The Slamazon was right though. Natasha had trained herself hard, pushing herself to the limit, improving every aspect of herself that she possibly could, and she was especially proud of how much harder she could strike now. Watching the blonde sink down in front of her was immensely satisfying to the Russian, and she was ready to take full advantage of the situation.

She reached down, and placed one hand on either side of Valley's head, squeezing it between her palms, pulling the woman back up to her feet again. As soon as she was standing back up, the Russian would throw her arms around the blonde's body, wrapping them tight and pulling her in close, as if embracing her rival against herself. She only held that pose for a brief instant, however, suddenly trying to heft Valley off of her feet, attempting to lean back and throw the woman over herself with a quick belly-to-belly suplex.