SS 17 Entropy Title - Valley Doll (c) vs. Alicia Welles (Total Victory Match)

Pin early, pin often.

Despite being Valley Doll Jr., her style didn’t take all that much from her mother’s. The elder doll had been, for the most part, a dedicated power wrestler, all about slams and drivers and suplexes. Valley could bust out a few of those when the occasion called it, but she lacked the size to make any such move a mainstay. Instead, she stuck to what she did best - speed, agility, kicking people in the head.

But there was, at least, one lesson she took to heart from her mother’s style: go for a pin whenever you see a good opening.

Was there a good chance that Valley would score this early and this easily on Alicia? No. But that wasn’t the point. Kicking out required energy, and preserving it would be crucial in a match like this. It forced Alicia to stay active when her body would rather stay down for a few moments, and the cost to Valley was effectively nil, and it worked especially well since Alicia put so much force into the escape. Her push was enough to send the Slamazon rolling - once, twice, and if she hadn’t stopped it before a third happened, she might have rolled out of the ring.

Still a lot of work to do, okay. But she was making good headway, and she was going to capitalize on that progress.

Valley rolled back and popped up to a knee by Alicia’s head, getting close enough to reach down and grab her redhead, pulling her up with two handfuls of those fiery strands. She stood and forced Alicia up along with her, getting the Briton to sit upright. Making her stand all the way would’ve been harder, but that wasn’t what she was going for, fortunately.

Instead, Valley targeted Alicia’s exposed back, as she slammed into it with a hard soccer kick, aiming straight for the spine. ”Double!”

With a quick followup right after. ”Tap!”

Still recovering both her breathing and her equilibrium, Alicia hadn’t moved too far after her impressive kick out. Mostly, she’d just started to sit back up – ironically, something Valley Doll would likely thank her for, as it meant less effort for the blonde as she then went about pulling the Brit the rest of the way back to a seated position.

The first kick struck home like a whip, pain shooting up and down Alicia’s spine. The big redhead arched her back, hissed like a scalded cat, but she almost welcomed the way the hurt cut through the lingering cobwebs still hindering her clear thinking.

While one or two kicks like that were more of a nuisance than a serious threat, the longer she let Valley kick her back, the worse it’d get. And she couldn’t know how long before Valley chose to throw a kick or two at the back of her skull instead.

The second kick came too quickly for Alicia to do anything about it. Except grit her teeth, arch her back again. Take it, in short.

But, before Valley could add a third, the kickboxer threw herself forward and to the right, tumbling over her shoulder in a roll that was aimed to take her to the ropes. It was the simplest option – if the blonde hadn’t been in her blind spot, Alicia might have tried to bring Valley down and work her over on the mats.

As it was, she wanted some distance between them and a chance to either get up or, at the very least, get Valley in front of her.

The audience winced, the commentators winced, even the referee winced as Valley struck home with her trademark ‘Double Tap’, slicing into the Briton’s back with the harsh move. While she couldn’t match Alicia when it came to raw power - few could, to be fair - the Slamazon felt that her speed helped even things up, kept their damage input closer together than it would’ve been for most.

Just going by the look of pain on Alicia’s face and the raspy hiss, she might agree. It certainly wasn’t the worst argument.

She launched a second one right after, hitting home at the same spot, but she hopped back on her foot the second it connected. Alicia was down, yes, but she the redhead well enough to know the danger there - a grounded Alicia could be a dangerous Alicia. The last thing she wanted was to be dragged down on the mat, brought to where she some of her best moves really worked.

Thankfully, that wasn’t what Alicia had in mind this time. Instead, her priorities seemed fixed on escaping making distance between her and Valley. Which meant this was one of the rare instances where the Slamazon had the younger woman on the run.

Wanting to make the most of her time, Valley came dashing in and shot her leg out in a wide and high arc, hoping to greet her with a roundhouse kick to the skull the second she turned around. It would either put her back down or drive her into the corner, and she was fine with either outcome.

Looking for a breathing space was Alicia’s best option here and, knowing Valley to be blonde but not stupid, she also knew that the veteran would be well aware of that too. And that it was decidedly not Valley’s best option to give her that space.

So, well, she was absolutely expecting something to be headed her way before she could attain standing position and get back into the fight. Of course it would, the only question at all was what Valley would be throwing at her.

Probably a kick but, well, that didn’t really narrow it down much. It’d be fast and-

Here it came.

It crossed her mind to let herself drop, fall back to the canvas and take her chances there, but Alicia’s instincts rebelled against the idea. She wasn’t about to spend any more of this match letting Valley chase her all over the ring. Instead, the redhead was forced to dodge backwards, which was still less than ideal.

Nowhere near solidly on her feet yet, it was a less than grateful retreat which came to an abrupt halt as she felt the turnbuckles press into her back. Her ring awareness meant she’d been expecting it but it was still an unpleasant sensation - sooner than she expected at that.

Still, Alicia had no intentions of letting it faze her. Grabbing at the ropes either side, getting a secure grip, she waited for Valley to come within range before swinging both legs up in a ferocious double kick aimed at the blonde’s centre-of-mass. Ideally, the other fighter would have some momentum behind but Alicia was more than happy to just go with her own lower body strength too.

Momentum.

That’s what it all came down to, really, regardless of whether you were talking MMA or boxing or pure wrestling. If you kept the flow, you could dictate the pace, control things, work what you wanted. If you lost it, you ran the risk of having all that turned back on you.

Valley, at the present moment, was keenly aware of all that. It was the main thought on her mind as she came rushing towards Alicia, raised her leg for the killer kick, and…

Missed. Dang it.

Valley clicked her teeth as Alicia retreat into the corner, with nowhere to go but forward. A little irritating, but fine, she could work with this. More eager than ever, she lunged forward, reared back with her elbow, and…

Wound up getting kicked in the chest. Double dang it.

The blow involved both of Alicia’s legs, so naturally it was enough to take Valley clean off her feet and make her sail backward like she’d taken a shotgun blast in the chest. She landed on her back, then rolled over and popped up to her feet in the same motion - a neat little move, but it was all she could do, just something to keep standing. She was stumbling and staggering in the middle of the ring while she clutched her chest, clearly in a worse position than she’d been only a few seconds ago.

Alicia hadn’t been sure she’d land the kick. But, if she hadn’t, at least it would have fended Valley off for a bit, let her get her breath back.

But Valley had tried to keep the pressure on, had more or less lunged right onto the redhead’s attack, literally blasting the smaller woman halfway across the squared circle.

And suddenly the boot was on the other foot.

A mean spark kindled in Alicia’s violet eyes and she pushed herself out of the corner with a purposeful shove, pushing through the lingering aches like ephemeral cobwebs.

Valley was still standing but it was clear at a glance that the blonde was feeling the aftereffects of the kick, being visibly unsteady on her feet. Shaky.

Vulnerable.

Spurring forward, Alicia closed the distance between them at a swift rate, her long legs eating up the small gap. But, whatever the audience and Valley might have thought the curvy redhead had in mind, it was unlikely to be what she actually pulled out of her bag of tricks.

At the right moment, Alicia leapt, both feet leaving the canvas and her right leg coming right up in an attempted flying side kick aimed squarely at Valley’s face.

It wasn’t a move she’d used in Friction before but, like every strike the kickboxer used, she executed it with impressive skill for someone with her bulk and physique.

Even more impressively, Alicia landed solidly on her feet like a big cat, ready to keep the pressure firmly on regardless of how her kick landed – or didn’t.

Valley was counting herself lucky at the moment, even if it was hard to really think of her current situation like that. She wasn’t lucky in the sense that she’d avoided Alicia’s kick - in fact, she’d run right into the damn thing and paid the price. But aside from that, she hadn’t taken the kick in her face, a blow that would’ve likely knocked her clean out. She’d managed to dampen some of the kick’s force with her rollback, and she was still standing. Barely standing, but standing all the same.

A little luck. Not too much. She’d take it.

The result was a mix: she was on her feet, she could see Alicia in front of her, but her body was having trouble following simple commands at the moment. ‘Kick her’ wasn’t working. ‘Back away’ didn’t seem to be on tap, either. However, as the raging redhead came roaring her way, there was only one command that Valley was much interested in: ‘block that’.

There were, off the top of Valley’s head, about six ways she could’ve countered a step kick like that, but all of them required having her full mental faculties, and Alicia had kicked them into the stands for a few seconds. So she was left to do the only thing she really could do in this situation, and that was get her arms up to absorb some of the side kick’s impact. ‘Some’ being the key word, there - she still wound up taking enough force to knock her off her feet once more, and this time there was no rolling with it.

She hit the mat and she hit hard, landing with more force than you’d have thought her tiny body was capable of creating. Instinct kicked in the instant she hit, and Valley started to roll towards the ropes - ideally, she’d roll her way out if she could, get some safety on the outside, but it would be fine if she didn’t. With Alicia, the closer she was to the edge, the better.

Despite being in a much better frame of mind than Valley and despite landing on her feet with solid grace, Alicia wasn’t able to follow up as fast as she’d have liked. For one thing, her kick simply sent Valley for a ride and there was little she could do about that.

For another, when it came down to it, Valley was just quicker and there was nothing she could do about that.

Even though the redhead pursued instantly, the blonde’s proximity to the edge of the ring meant she doubted she’d get there first.

And, as she’d anticipated, Alicia wasn’t quick enough to intercept Valley and the blonde rolled to safety unopposed. That was not exactly ideal, to say the least. Now, Alicia did realise she could go out there after the veteran but part of her still disliked the idea, her MMA background coming home to roost again.

More to the point, she needed to get Valley back in the ring. As long as Valley was out there, she couldn’t be pinned and – now Alicia needed to remember this – she had to pin the blonde if she wanted to take this round.

She needed to get Valley back in the ring…

The redhead surprised the watching fans when she didn’t drop to the floor outside the ring to follow Valley. Instead, she just took a seat on the apron, waiting. Eyes fixed on Valley.

Waiting.

Until the blonde turned around.

Then the Scissor Queen’s legs would shoot out, seeking to wrap around the champion’s head and neck like pythons and reel her in.

God, it was easy to forget how devastating Alicia’s kicks were. Maybe it was because she spent so much time in fear of the legs, knew all too well what they could do at their worst, but Valley never seemed to really realized the damage those thighs could do when they swinging around. Not until they made contact and sent her flying, anyway.

And flying she went, Valley tumbled once, twice, then just kept on tumbling, rolling with the momentum and adding more to it. She flopped about far more than was necessary, and much to her relief, she made out of the ring and fell to the floor below going to her knees, catching her breath on the mat.

The audience didn’t approve - there were even some scattered boos from Alicia’s growing fanbase - but this was one time where she didn’t care much for crowd opinion. Valley had made the right choice, she was sure on that. Alicia was becoming a better wrestler all the time, but out of the ring brawling still wasn’t her style, and Valley would have an advantage, be better at working the area. She couldn’t be pinned, which meant that Alicia would have to waste time and energy getting her back in.

Heck, there was even a chance she could catch the bigger woman off guard - it wasn’t like Alicia would leap over the rope with a tope suicida or anything, as amusing as that would be.

All sorts of opportunities, and as Valley stood up and turned around, she was ready to take advantage of them. Instead, she got a pair of legs around her neck, and found herself in the exact last position she ever wanted her skull and brain to be.

All of the sudden Valley was a mouse in a trap, wriggling like mad, shaking her head as Alicia pulled her back in. She could feel the crushing pressure start to bear on her skull, and she knew it was only going to get worse, much worse, from there. Knowing of the problem did precious little help her, though - all she could was uselessly pry at Alicia’s legs and try to get her head free. Hopeless efforts.

If Valley had been a bit more with it, she might have noticed the fans shouting at her. Most were warning her although more than a couple were fans of Alicia mockingly shouting “she’s behind you” or words to that effect.

Unfortunately for the champ, she didn’t notice or register, turned around and got herself caught.

Smiling her wicked smile, Alicia used her lower legs and hands both to pull Valley up nice and close, getting the blonde high and tight as the blonde’s attempts to force her way free did her no good.

Then the redhead crossed her ankles. Took a deep breath.

And kicked her feet out, taking the pressure from ‘keeping Valley trapped preparatory for the scissors’ to ‘trying to make her skull go snap, crackle and pop’.

At the same time, Alicia bridged up on her hands, her curvy ass coming off the apron to add still more leverage to her already brutal hold. Her thighs bulged, big and thick and powerful, the quads and hamstrings flexing into definition around Valley Doll’s neck and jaw and skull.

It was a distinctly unenviable position to be caught in, the Scissor Queen’s thighs dwarfing the head trapped between them.

And, scary thought, Alicia wasn’t squeezing at full power here. Just enough to – in her opinion – wring plenty of fight out of her blonde. Slow Valley down and rattle the veteran until she could get the pin.