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

Valley had thought - hoped - that her little twist on the standard figure-four headlock would knock some of the fight out of Natasha, and to her credit, maybe it did. But Natasha had much, much more to spare than last time, apparently. The hit slowed her down, but it didn't stop the Woman of Steel from starting to do what Valley feared she would do. The strong, impregnable hands of the Wrestling Angel clasped around her thighs, and the feeling of deja vu began to settle in. They were going up.

"Let's go Valley!"
"Let's go Han!"
"Let's go Valley!"
"Let's go Han!"
"Let's go Valley!"
"Let's go Han!

The audience began to split up, with Valley getting the bigger share of their support, but a passionate and solid chunk going to Natasha. That side seemed to be growing by the moment, as the Russian surged onward and upward, taking a woman who weighed almost as much as she did on her shoulders. It was a true feat of strength, and the fact that they'd seen her do it once before didn't make it any less impressive.

Valley, for her part, clamped down as tight as possible and hunched over, striving to be the most stubborn, annoying weight she could possibly be.

Natasha barely heard the crowd. She paid them no mind, trying to focus fully on lifting up Valley.

It was hard though. Valley was doing everything she could to stop her, hunching over to make it harder for the Russian to lift her up. Natasha paused, stuck in her position, leaning over with Valley dangling from her neck, and not for the first time, she wondered if she should give it up.

But no, she wouldn't. She could do this. It was just going to take some effort.

With a long, low groan, she gathered up her strength and began to lift. Slowly but surely she began to lift Valley up and into the air, her body slowly straightening back up, slowly rising back up to her full height, using all of her power to carry the Slamazon higher and higher.

Choking the life out of Natasha didn't work. Slamming her face into the mat didn't work. It was starting to look like nothing could stop her from getting back and up and standing straight with Valley on her shoulders, no matter what trick she used to. There was a tiny, annoying part of her that was tempted to just take the drop she knew was coming, just to reward the Russian for her monumental effort, but she kept that part quiet. She wasn't quite ready to give up and let Natasha have her moment without a fight. Maybe Plan A and B didn't work, but that was fine - Valley had a C.

As soon as Natasha finished her feat, the exact second she was standing straight again, Valley straightened the figure-four into a regular scissorhold and swung her upper body backwards. She pulled her legs upwards at the same and sent the Wrestle Angel flying overhead, pulling off a reverse hurricanrana that would make her tumble towards the turnbuckle.

If Valley's fans were cheering before, they were going absolutely wild now, as the Slamazon pulled off her quick, effective counter.

Natasha didn't even realize what had happened. She was standing, and Valley was high above her, and she was about to drop her back into the mat, and then...she wasn't even sure what had happened next. All she knew was that she had somehow went flying, the Russian getting thrown across the ring by Valley's impressive huracanrana.

She ended up in a heap by the turnbuckle, lying against the mat, groaning and whimpering weakly to herself. She was in a daze, and the few living thoughts she had were all dedicated to trying to figure out what the hell Valley had just done to her.

Valley knew she could do the reverse hurricanrana like that in theory, but it was a move she'd never been able to do in practice, since none of the women she worked with could really get her up like Natasha could - save for Chris Morgan, but she was busy these days.  Valley took a quick check over her shoulder with a brief flash of worry, making sure she landed the right way.

The moment it was clear that she was fine, Valley shot up to her feet and showered in the applause, taking a quick bow to the audience. Very quick. Natasha was disoriented, but it wasn't exactly a high impact move she'd just taken. Soon, she'd be up, and the Slamazon would be ready.

Valley made her way out to the apron and strode down the side, holding the rope while she walked with one hand and shooting her devil horns out to the audience with the other. As soon as she was close enough to the turnbuckle near Natasha, she grabbed the top rope with both hands and yanked her way up to the top, where she perched on the top pad in a low crouch. Valley blew the hairs in front of her face away and centered her eyes on Natasha, like a hawk getting ready for the kill. Waiting. Waiting...

Natasha lied there in a daze, waiting for her head to clear, trying to gather her thoughts together. She decided she could figure out what had happened later. For now, she needed to get back up, back on her feet again, before Valley continued her dominant, unrelenting attack on her.

Her body quivered in pain, the Russian aching and hurting, but slowly she began to rise back to her feet. Her legs were shaking, but she was getting back up, and that was the important part. Once she was standing, she shook her head, lifting her gaze upwards, slowly doing a 180 as she searched for Valley, slowly turning herself towards the turnbuckle...

The crowd was a sea of confusion all of the sudden, mixed with a few people telling Natasha to look out and more people telling those people to shut up. It resulted in a mess of incoherent babble, but Valley didn't pay it any mind. She kept her gaze locked on the Russian as she rose up, licking her lips as the pivotal moment neared. As she did, she had to give herself a little internal kick, thinking back to a stint with the Wrestle Angels that she turned down. Wasted opportunity. She and Natasha should've met years ago.

When Natasha turned her way, Valley sprung into action. She jumped off the turnbuckle, hair streaming behind her as she flew with her legs stretched out in front, and landed hard on the Russian's shoulders, looking to put her down - for good, this time - with a Diving Seated Senton.

Natasha turned slowly to face Valley, and looked up, just in time to see the blonde leaping through the air at her.

In the short moment before they connected with each other, Natasha's instincts fully took over. Her body seemed to move on it's own, knowing exactly what to do. Her arms came up, grabbing Valley tightly as the woman landed on her shoulders, and before the Russian could be taken down, she suddenly slammed Valley to the mat instead, countering the Slamazon's diving attack with a massive, sudden powerbomb!

Confidence. Valley was full of confidence as she flew through the air. Confident that her move would connect, confident that Natasha would be grounded hard, and confident that, in about five seconds, the referee would be finishing a three count.

Then Natasha grabbed her by the legs, took all the momentum away, and that confidence vanished in a puff of smoke."Oh, God-"

BOOM!

The crowd erupted the moment Natasha landed the killer blow, as anyone who wasn't on their feet already quickly rose. Thousands of different cries rang out, before many of them came together and unified into a solid "AFW!" chant.

Valley, for her part, was much less enthusiastic about it. She was far too busy laying on the mat with her arms and legs spread out, staring up at the ceiling once again as stars danced across her vision. That hurt, and it wasn't just Natasha's insane strength that made it such a thunderous move. Having the moment snatched away from her in the blink of an eye left Valley's mind in a tailspin, as it desperately tried to make sense out of what had just occurred. "How..." She grunted, as she tried to sit up and failed.

Natasha was no fool. She knew her counter had been a thing of luck, her instincts kicking in and taking over at just the right moment to put Valley down. Now she just had to make good use of the situation.

As Valley failed to sit back up, Natasha dropped onto her, practically falling onto the buxom blonde's body. She was tired, and hurting, and wanted this to be over. She reached out, and hooked one of the Slamazon's legs, as the referee dropped down beside the two, slapping the mat for the first count of the pin.

"One...!"