Bruna Wrex vs. Valley Doll III - Break the Unbreakable

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or knockout.

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Bruna Wrex.

6’3”

212 pounds.

”Oh, boy.”

If there was one thing going against Valerie in LAW, it was that she was having to face a wide variety of opponents, more so than she’d ever dealt with as an amatuer wrestler in high school. There, she had the benefit of being by far the biggest girl in the school, to the point where she most often had to take on boys,
and even then she typically had a distinct size advantage. Professional wrestling, however, had no weight class limitations, and while Valerie was on the far side of the middleweight classes, there was still an entire level of heavyweights she could and would have to contend with someday.

That day had finally arrived. Hello, Bruna Wrex.

Valerie bounced back and forth in the gorilla position, doing her best to amp up as she waited for her cue to come out. She wasn’t alone, either - for this match, she’d asked for a little extra support, and her mother obliged. Valley Doll II stood behind her, massaging her shoulders as Valerie shifted on her heels.

”You need to calm down, Mini-Me.” Her mother brought out that sweet, soothing tone, and it was usually enough to calm her nerves. The same was true today, but notably less so than usual. ”It’s just another day, another match. You're a big girl.”

”She’s a bigger girl.”

”Shush.” She gave Valerie a hard pat on the back, then moved over to her front, making sure she could see her smile. ”You’ve got this. Just go after her like we’ve taught, focus on the little victories and make them build up to a big one. Imagine how a smaller girl would go after you.”

”Or like Garfield.”

Her mother snickered. ”Well, I didn’t want to bring it up, but yes, like your brother.” It was silly, but it was a good point. Despite her being substantially bigger than her brother, he’d always managed to outfox her when they sparred, dazzling her with his agility, working her over with swift kicks and solid strikes. He was a handful, and if he could handle her, then maybe she shouldn’t have been so worked up about Bruna. It made some sense. ”You’ve got this. Just be smart, be quick. Don’t let her pin you down, wait for your opportunities, and when the time is right…”

Valerie pummeled and huffed, summoning her resolve as she looked straight ahead. ”Drop her.”

A few moments later and Valerie was stepping through the curtains of the gorilla position, moving with a good deal more confidence than she’d had just a few moments ago, as her

played, approaching the ring with confident strides. She slipped in under the bottom rope, popped up to her feet, made her way over to her corner, where she proceeded to get her stretches in. All the while, she kept her focus on the ramp, waiting for her opponent’s approach with a quickly beating heart.

Valley Doll III, ready to go.

[DropKix]

Backstage, a new beast was preparing to tear through the wrestling world. It wasn’t a feeling Bruna Wrex was unfamiliar with. Just a few months ago, she’d been in a locker room much like this one, only it was before an MMA fight. The goal back then was simple: break her opponent’s spine, make them regret ever stepping into the cage. And as usual, she had succeeded. But it wasn't long before promotions couldn’t handle the injuries and litigation that seemed to follow her every match. They weren’t ready for a wrecking ball like her. That turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Because here in LAW, violence didn’t just make a statement, it made legends. And Bruna was more than ready to claim that title.

The muffled roar of the crowd outside vibrates through the walls, a steady thrum that gets under her skin. She breathes in deeply, chest rising and falling, letting the tension settle like a weight on her shoulders. This isn’t just another match. It’s a chance to do what she does best. To destroy.

Suddenly, the heavy distortion of her theme music rips through the speakers, the grinding, metallic sound like an engine revving up. The bass shakes the walls, vibrating in her bones, and Bruna’s grin sharpens. It’s showtime.

Entrance Theme - Unbreakable

Bruna Wrex

Bruna steps into the light, boots thudding against the concrete, each step loud enough to be felt in the pit of your stomach. The crowd reacts with a mix of confusion and intrigue. She’s not what they expect, not their usual polished, flashy cutsey wrestler. She was a monster of a woman, a beautiful brute through and through. But she’s wasn't here to win them over. She’s here for one thing and one thing only: to make someone hurt. The titantron behind her flashes a chaotic storm of black and silver, her name blazing in bold letters: BRUNA WREX. The crowd buzzes with uncertainty, some intrigued, some straight-up terrified.

With every step she takes toward the ring, the ground seems to shake beneath her. The ring ropes tremble slightly as she climbs onto the apron, her massive frame blocking out the light as she steps between the ropes and towards her corner.

“You sure you want to do this, princess?” she taunted, her voice thick with menace. “Bruna’s gonna crush you like a twig!" She bellowed, pounding her chest like a silverback.

[BlackAkuma]

This was not the first time Valerie had met a woman taller than her. It didn’t happen often, but she came across them every now and then, typically when she was in the company of other wrestlers. Mostly in the heavyweight class, women she came across when she was in the gym or hanging out backstage. She’d long since passed the point where she could be surprised by a couple of inches.

That being said, there was a marked difference between crossing paths with a giantess and actually facing one. The latter was on the order, today, and it was proving to be a unique experience.

With a name like ‘Bruna Wrex’, Valerie wasn’t expecting a dainty wallflower, but even so, the bombastic bass from the opening caught her off guard, as her opponent made her way towards the ring with all the subtlety of your average kaiju. Not just tall, but thick and muscled, great form, iron shoulders, tree trunks where her legs were supposed to be. Impressive look, really. Valerie was half-tempted to press her for some workout tips.

If the first words to come out of her mouth were any indication, she wouldn’t get much helpful if she tried. ”...princess?” Her eye twitched at the word, as if Bruna had just thrown a slur her way. There were exactly two people in the world who were going to get away with calling her ‘princess’, and one of them gave birth to her.

She wrinkled her nose and stepped towards the center of the ring with her hands on her hips. Valerie took up position at the center and beckoned Bruna to join her, looking to have a quick face-to-face with the bruiser. ”I didn’t quite catch that. Come over here and say it again.”

[DropKix]

Bruna laughed, a low, meaty chuckle that rumbled from deep in her chest. Her head cocked slightly to the side, nostrils flaring like a bull at the gate. The blonde in the center of the ring had some steel in her spine, Bruna would give her that. Broad-shouldered, confident, didn’t flinch when she was called out. Most would’ve backed down or tried to play cute with the crowd. Not her. She stood her ground and barked back. Good. It was always better when they fought back.

Bruna stepped out of her corner, boots hitting the mat with a slow, heavy rhythm. No theatrics. No pacing or circling. Just a straight line toward the center of the ring. Her eyes stayed locked on Valley Doll the whole way, shoulders rolling loose, one hand slowly forming and unforming a mighty fist.

When she got close enough to feel the other woman’s breath, she didn’t stop. She stepped in, chest to chest, their shoulders brushing. It wasn’t like Bruna dwarfed her completely, Valley was no lightweight, and she carried herself like someone who’d spent time on the mat. But side by side, the differences showed. Bruna was thicker through and through, denser in a way that didn’t come from training for technique. It was if she was sculpted for the purpose, built brick by brick to destroy.

“You heard me, Fräulein.” Her voice came low and gritty, that German accent coiling around the words like barbed wire. Then her arm moved suddenly. Her palm flattened across Valley’s face, wide fingers splayed across her cheek and jaw, thumb pressing just beneath the eye. She didn’t squeeze. She didn’t slap. She just held her there, like she was measuring her skull for a casket. “ - you’re gonna get wrecked!”

With that, Bruna would attempt to shove her opponent backwards with a burst of strength, hoping to rile up her opponent and the crowd with the disrespectful show of force before the match had even officially begun!

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie’s parents had given her many, many long lessons about this sort of thing. Professional wrestling was different from the amateur mats she’d grown up with, and not just because of the flashy moves and entrances. No, in the squared circle, there was a mental aspect she hadn't dealt with before. Intimidation was a key factor, and matches could sometimes be won before you threw a single punch. You had to keep a cool head. Don’t let your opponent get into your head.

Good lesson. Valerie thought she had taken it to heart, and with most opponents, she likely would’ve. But Bruna was…different. Something about that cocky swagger, acting as if the match was hers to win already. The way she spoke—that German brogue. All of that coming from a woman her size. Trying to bully her, an experience Valerie had never suffered, not once in her life.

She would have none of it.

They were close, face-to-face, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from this woman like a furnace, a powderkeg ready to blow. She leaned in, eager to press her back, and for her troubles she was given a taste of Bruna’s palm. Piefaced, pushed back, shoved away with enough force to send her staggering. She stumbled back, and froze for a second as she glared back at Bruna, taken aback by the sheer audacity.

Just let it go. Be calm. Professional. Deep breath. And…

…screw it.

The referee, who’d started to step in between them, had to leap out of the way as Valerie came charging in with arms up, coming at Bruna with full speed. She brought her arms up and tried to force the woman into a wild collar-and-elbow tie-up, looking to take her head on right from the start.

[DropKix]

Bruna stayed rooted where she was, broad shoulders squared, eyes locked on Valley Doll with an eager twitch. "Come on, mädchen," she called out, her voice low but carrying over the noise of the crowd. "Show me you’re worth my time."

Combined with the push, It was a goading invitation, and Valerie took it. The young wrestler stormed forward with her arms up, the referee barely getting the bell rung before the two slammed together in the middle of the ring. The tie-up hit with a thud, the crash of body into body echoing in the rafters. Bruna’s boots slid back a few inches from the force, but she anchored down, meeting her opponent’s drive head-on.. The initial collision was solid, shoulders and forearms locking as both women dug in for position. Bruna quickly learned to absorb it, her thick frame no longer giving ground, muscles swelling under the tension as she attempted to drive forward instead.

"Is that it?" she muttered through grit teeth, eyes narrowing. "All that fire for this?"

Her right hand gripped the back of Valerie’s neck, knuckles digging under the hairline, while her left clamped over the bicep and shoulder. Every push Valerie gave met an equal and opposite force, Bruna leaning her weight forward, chest pressing into her opponent’s as she crowded her space.

Then Bruna shifted her stance. She pulled Valley Doll's right arm inward with her left hand, simultaneously stepping her left leg back and slightly pivoting her body. In that same motion, her right arm slid down from the collar to wrap firmly around the side of her opponent's head. The transition was smooth but forceful, her forearm wedged tightly against Valerie’s temple while her bicep pressed across the jawline, attempting to locking her in place with a cinching side headlock!

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie surged forward, summoning her full power, and threw everything she had into Bruna. Nothing held back, all she had to offer, every muscle and tendon straining at the maximum. 100%.

And what did she get for it? Nothing.

Perhaps not completely nothing, to be fair. She managed to push Bruna back a few inches. Maybe a foot. It was something, but it might as well have been nothing, as far as she was concerned. She knew that this woman was stronger than her, she could tell that from a cursory glance, but feeling it like this put it all into perspective. It was the first time in her life that she’d applied this much force to another human being and gotten nothing back in return. Humbling? Certainly. Frustrating? Definitely. Especially with Bruna’s taunts coloring the ordeal.

She gritted her teeth and hunkered down, doing her best to hold her position as Bruna worked in the hold, powering through and putting her in a tight sidelock. Good transition, she would’ve applauded the woman’s technical skill if she hadn't been on the receiving end.

The grip was solid, well-applied, but far from unbreakable, and she was certain she could get out of it. She just had to lift Bruna up, counter with a suplex, easy. She gripped the woman’s waist, pulled her in tight, lifted her up, and…

…and she was only able to hoist her a couple of feet off the canvas before she had to drop Bruna back down, as her back cried out in protest. She’d executed this counter before, but never on someone with this much weight, and her back was not feeling it. Valerie groaned and grunted her frustrations out, still stuck in the sidelock for the time being.

[DropKix]

Bruna felt the shift when Valerie’s arms wrapped her waist, the tightening grip and the sudden jolt of pressure that came with the attempt. Her boots left the canvas for the briefest heartbeat, her body lifted just enough for the crowd to react, then slammed back down, her mass hitting the mat with a thud that rattled her opponent as much as it did her own frame. The strain in Valerie’s body was obvious, her groan betraying what Bruna already knew: she’d bitten off more than she could chew.

Bruna’s smirk widened, teeth flashing as she wrenched the side headlock tighter, grinding her forearm harder into temple and jaw. Her chest heaved against Valerie’s shoulder with every breath, crowding her in, leaning down with all that brutish bulk to make every second heavier than the last.

"Ha-ha! Tried to lift me, ja?" she bellowed, her voice alight with brutish amusement. "Not so easy, mädchen."

She gave her headlock a punishing crank, twisting her hips with it, forcing Valerie’s spine into an awkward bend as she steered her around the ring. Each step dragged the both of them closer to the ropes, Bruna using her weight like an anchor to dictate every inch of movement. The crowd roared as the German bruiser planted her boots wide, cinching the hold as if she meant to squeeze the fight out of her opponent before the match had truly gotten well underway.

"Can't escape, hm?" she growled, her voice rumbling against Valerie’s ear. "Let me help you out"

Bruna suddenly shifted her grip, yanking Valerie’s head in tighter under her arm. With a burst of motion, she surged forward, kicking her legs out and dropping hard to the canvas. Her weight snapped down in a bulldog attempt, aiming to smash Valerie face-first into the mat, the ring boards shaking beneath them as Bruna tried to drive the fight out of her with one brutal drop!

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie could lift over 200 pounds, without any real difficulty. It had been a good while since she’d attempted her max in a deadlift, but she recalled being well above that the last time she tried, and it hadn't been that long ago. Her attempt to lift Bruna hadn't been without some merit - it would’ve worked.

If she wasn’t moving.

If she could get into a proper position.

If her head wasn’t being ground into a fine paste by the German’s biceps.

Since all of that was happening, though, lifting her up wasn’t in the cards, so back down she went with nothing to show for Valerie’s efforts. Failing wasn’t the worst part, though. What truly ground her gears was what she knew was coming next - namely, having to hear Bruna’s laugh over the matter, along with her call her a…mad chin? She had no clue what that meant, but she didn’t like the sound of it.

Struggling, squirming, she tried to power her way out of the hold, but Bruna’s grip was too firm, and she couldn't move enough to make it work from another angle. She breathed as best as she could and forced in some clarity, ready to dip into her bag of technical tricks for a more measured solution.

Too late. Bruna was in motion, pulling her forward across the ring with staggering steps, leaping up, and letting gravity do the rest. Valerie brought her arms up to mitigate some of the impact, but there was only so much they could do with their combined weight driving her down, and her face still wound up planting hard on the canvas.

Valerie lay still for a second after the impact, then groaned and began the arduous task of pushing her way, shaking her head to clear it as she went. ”You talk…” She rubbed her face. ”...too much. You know that?”

[DropKix]

Bruna rolled up from the landing with a heavy thud of boots against the mat, the bulldog’s impact still echoing in the ring. She rose slow, deliberate, looming over Valerie as the younger woman groaned and pushed herself up, rubbing her face. The sight drew a sharp, barking laugh from Bruna, enough to cut through the crowd’s noise.

"Too much?" she repeated, crouching low to meet Valerie’s gaze as she stirred on the canvas. "Nein, just enough."

Bruna’s hand shot out, gripping a fistful of Valerie’s hair to haul her the rest of the way upright. She dragged her opponent like dead weight, crowding her back against the ropes before snapping a forearm across her chest, the strike loud and meaty, drawing a chorus of winces from the audience. Without letting up, Bruna followed with another, and another, each chop and strike meant less for precision and more for blunt punishment, hammering Valerie against the cables until her chest was welted red.

She pressed in, chest to chest, one thick arm bracing over the top rope as she leaned all her weight into Valerie, grinding her forearm across the side of her face in a mocking grind.

"Tell me then," Bruna sneered low in her ear, "how much talking will you do when I shatter your ribs and collapse your lungs?"

With that she hooked an arm under Valerie’s, seizing her wrist and whipping her with sudden violence toward the opposite corner. The ropes snapped as Valerie was sent across, Bruna already thundering after her with heavy, shaking steps, the crowd rising in anticipation of the collision. The German brute aimed to crush her against the turnbuckles with a running body avalanche, throwing every pound of her hulking frame into a wall of impact!