Bruna Wrex vs. Valley Doll III - Break the Unbreakable

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie took a little pride in being taller than most women, and even many of the men she encountered in the ring. She knew it wasn’t right - it wasn’t like she’d worked hard or trained to be tall, it was merely a quirk of genetics, and it wasn’t anyone’s fault that they didn’t make it into such a cherished class. Sometimes, though, she couldn't help but enjoy her height a little too much. Little things, like taking pride in being able to reach things her brother couldn't or easily lifting weights that other women struggled with.

Never again. Today, she was feeling what it felt like to be the smaller woman, and it was doing wonders for her empathy.

Bruna was womanhandling her, there was no better word for it, as she hauled her up and pushed her against the ropes. She was just beginning to gather senses when the woman let loose with a barrage of chops - one, two, three, four, each one lashing into her chest, each one leaving a blistering sting. She grittered teeth and worked through it, as Bruna continued her taunting ways, getting up close and personal before she sent her off running to the opposite corner. She could hear the thundering steps, practically feeling her foe’s hot breath on the back of her neck, following like a shadow, ready to smash her against the pads.

No.

Valerie turned, hit the pads, then immediately jerked to the side and gave Bruna nothing but a turnbuckle to smack into. She didn’t stay idle after that, either. She ran, darting to the side of the ring at full speed, hit the ropes, and came running back to her foe with all the speed she could muster. If her timing were right, she’d be able to greet Bruna with a surprise when she turned around: A Big Boot, delivered to her skull at ramming speed.

[DropKix]

Bruna charged in like a freight train, all momentum and muscle, her chest swelling as she prepared to drive Valley Doll through the turnbuckles. At the last second, the younger woman slipped aside, leaving Bruna nothing but steel and padding to meet.

The impact was thunderous. Her shoulder rammed the post with enough force to rattle the whole frame, a grunt tearing from her throat as pain jolted down her arm. She staggered back, clutching her shoulder instinctively, face twisted in irritation more than panic. But irritation turned into something worse when she pivoted, just in time to meet a blur of motion.

Crack!

Valerie’s boot connected flush with Bruna’s jaw, snapping her head sideways, spit flying from her lips as the shot rang out. The sheer speed and force of it dropped the bigger woman back against the turnbuckles, her legs buckling under her own weight. She stumbled forward a step, then dropped to a knee, one hand pressed to the mat, the other still cradling her shoulder as she sucked air through clenched teeth.

The crowd roared at the reversal, the noise swelling as Bruna’s aura of invincibility took its first dent. She shook her head hard, dark hair snapping, teeth bared as she tried to clear the ringing in her skull.

"Verdammt…" she growled low, her voice ragged, more a snarl than a word. Her jaw throbbed, her shoulder burned, and for the first time since the bell rang, Bruna Wrex looked shaken!

[BlackAkuma]

God, kicking Bruna in the face felt good. Sinfully good. Like eating a piece of chocolate cake that her mother had told her not to touch. That kind of good.

In the recesses of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be getting so shaken by this woman and that taking her jibes and japes so personally was just going to cloud her judgment, but screw it, she couldn't recall the last time someone had ticked her off this much in so short an amount of time. It might’ve had a little to do with frustration over not being able to slam her, too - not a feeling she was used to, not one she wanted to get used to.

Whatever the motivation, it worked, cracking Bruna hard in the skull and finally wiping that smug look off her face. Valerie had put so much stank on the move that she nearly lost her balance after it, needing to grab the ropes afterwards, but she was otherwise fine, and in good position to continue her assault. With her opponent languishing in the corner, she already knew what to do.

How many times had Bruna chopped her? Three? She’d pay that back with a little interest.

Valley Doll II had ensured that her successor knew how to throw a half-decent chop, and Valerie showed that expertise when she stepped back, launched herself forward, and sliced into Bruna’s chest with the knife-edge of her hand, lashing out like a whip. The first strike hit with a deafening crack, followed by another, and another, each targeting the same spot with vicious precision. For the coup de grace, she reeled back like she was going for a fourth, only to aim higher and pop Bruna in the face with a backfist, looking to show the woman exactly what she thought of that smart mouth.

[DropKix]

The big boot had rattled her, no denying it. Bruna’s skull still throbbed from the impact, the ringing in her ears drowning out part of the crowd as she slumped in the corner to gather herself. It was in that haze that Valerie came storming in, and before Bruna could fully right herself, the first chop cracked across her chest with a sharp wack. Her body jolted against the turnbuckles, the sting instantly spreading across her skin in a hot welt. Her teeth clicked together from the force, but she didn’t answer yet, just sucked in a breath through her nose, nostrils flaring like an enraged bull

The second chop came down sharper, snapping Bruna’s head back with the sheer force of it, and the crowd roared in unison with the sound. Her chest reddened quick, pale skin turning blotched and angry. By the third, her body tensed hard under the strike, her thick shoulders rising instinctively to guard, but even then she couldn’t stop the punishment. The ropes shuddered with every impact as her frame was battered back into the corner.

Then came the surprise. Bruna braced for another strike to the chest, only for Valerie’s hand to whip higher and smash across her jaw with a backfist. The blow landed flush, snapping her head to the side with a burst of spit and sweat that drew a gasp from the crowd. Bruna sagged, one hand gripping the top rope to steady herself, the other pressed instinctively to her chest where the welts were already burning.

For a moment she hung there, one knee dipping slightly, shoulders heaving. Then slowly, Bruna dragged her head back around to face her opponent. Her jaw ached, her chest burned, but her eyes narrowed into a brutish glare. A thick, ugly laugh tore its way out of her throat, half growl, half bark.

"That all you got, princess?" Bruna slammed a meaty hand against her own chest, right over the fresh welts, as if daring Valerie to try again. "Come on...make it hurt!"

[BlackAkuma]

Was Bruna trying to get under Valerie’s skin? Yes.

Was she succeeding? Yes.

Did Valerie know that was what she was trying to do? Yes.

Was that going to make her less likely to fall for it? No.

While the fight - and this was rapidly feeling more like a fight than a match - had just begun, Valerie had already stored up a good deal of venom for the woman she was going up against, letting Bruna’s taunts get under her skin. Maybe it was just because she was so unused to people actually picking on her - so few of her classmates would’ve ever had the gall to do it, at least when she was in hearing range.

For her, it was a matter of principle. Her parents had taught her how things like this could go when it came to wrestling. You let one person walk over you, then it’s two the next day, then it’s four, so forth and so on.

Nope. Not having it. Not with this woman, not today. If Bruna was going to push her, then she’d get pushed back. Hard.

Valerie let out a war cry with that backfist, smashing Bruna acrosst eh face with it. A solid, brutal impact, one that even left the referee wincing. The gothic tank hung low, her world clearly rocked. Mission accomplished - she’d made Bruna shut up. For all of about two seconds. Valerie’s face wrinkled as the woman taunted her again, not looking all that impressed. She wanted more? She’d get it.

Valerie backed up a step, then launched forward at full steam, closing the distance with a huge step. She rammed her knee into Bruna’s stomach, looking to knock the wind out of her, then wrapped her arm around the woman’s skull with a tight headlock. With it secured, she ran forward, leaped high, kicked her legs out, and attempted to slam her foe’s face into the canvas for a running bulldog.