Christina Perez vs Valley Doll III - Submission Match

[BlackAkuma]

Got her.

While Christina had the edge in experience, Valerie was relatively certain that she could take this match if she made it a contest of power. That was an area that few in the middleweight could compete with her on, and it was something that she would excel at if she kept her foe in a tight space. The corner was everything she needed at the moment.

With Christina reeling against the pads, Valerie went to work. She dropped down but didn't move away, instead reaching out to grab ropes on either side of her opponent’s body. She gripped them tight, pulled back, then launched herself forward at full force and speed, ramming her shoulder into her opponent’s stomach and driving it in deep.

Another shoulder charge would follow after that, and another after that, as she endeavored to drive all the air out of her opponent. She wanted her nice, calm, and pacified, and this was the perfect way to do it - constant pressure.

[Weonna]

The first shoulder drove in deep.

Christina’s body folded over it, the impact jolting straight through her abdomen and into her spine. The air burst from her lungs in a harsh gasp as her arms dropped over Valerie’s back instinctively, fingers gripping at fabric just to steady herself.

Before she could recover...

THUD.

Another shoulder slammed into her stomach, harder this time. Her boots lifted slightly off the mat as the force pinned her against the turnbuckles. Pain radiated through her midsection, sharp and hot, stealing her breath again before she could draw it back in.

And then a third.

Christina’s head snapped back against the padding as a strained groan escaped her. Her abs tightened reflexively, but the repeated blows were doing their work. Each ram drained her more, turning her controlled breathing into shallow, desperate pulls for air.

Her body sagged heavier in the corner now, arms draped loosely over Valerie’s shoulders. The confident posture she’d carried earlier was gone, replaced with visible strain. Every breath burned. Every movement felt slower.

The Fighting Filipina was still standing, but she was hurting, and Valerie’s power was beginning to show.

[BlackAkuma]

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

Valerie knew when she was striking gold, when she was really having an impact, and she could feel that with Christina in this moment, as she drove her shoulder deeper and deeper into the woman’s body with every blow, folding her in half with the impacts. She wasn’t just doing damage, she was smothering her - making it hard for her to breathe, for her muscles to get the oxygen they need to properly function. She had no intentions of letting it get better, either.

With Christina reeling, Valerie backed off at the referee’s insistence, but that hardly meant she was done dishing out punishment. In fact, with her opponent in the corner, she was getting ideas on how to maybe bring this match to a close. There was no guarantee it would work, it was outside of her usual wheelhouse, but maybe…

Okay, first, she needed to get Christina up onto the top turnbuckle. Not too hard. She reached over, gripped the woman’s skull with a headlock, lifted her up and planted her butt down on the highest pad, poising her above the ring. Valerie climbed the ropes a moment later, planting her feet on the middle ropes and taking a second to find her balance.

So far, so good.

[Weonna]

Christina barely had the strength to resist as she was hauled upward, her body still reeling from the repeated blows to her midsection. She was forced onto the top turnbuckle, legs unsteady as she sat perched high above the ring.

One arm wrapped loosely around the ropes for balance while the other clutched at her stomach, her breathing still uneven. Her head dipped for a moment before she lifted it again, eyes locking onto Valerie—hurt, but still aware.

[BlackAkuma]

A top-rope Death Valley Driver.

Valerie was reasonably sure she could do that. Granted, she’d never actually pulled it off in combat, but the mechanics were sound. She could do a DVD. She could stand on the middle rope. It stood to reason that she could do a DVD and stand on the middle rope at the same time, right?

Right.

One Christina was up there, she followed the woman, planted her feet on the middle rope, and pulled Christina up onto her shoulder, precariously carrying her with a fireman’s carry. Once she was secure, gravity would handle the rest - Valerie would tip to the side, fall back to the Earth, and attempt to drill Christina’s head and upper body into the canvas with a top rope variation of the DVD.

[Weonna]

Christina was draped across Valerie’s shoulders, the fireman’s carry secured as the rookie balanced on the middle rope. For a split second, it looked over—the height, the position, everything set for disaster.

Then Christina’s eyes snapped open.

Her arm came up and cracked into the side of Valerie’s head—once. Twice. And a third sharp elbow followed, each shot thrown with urgency until balance broke.

Christina slipped off the shoulders and dropped back onto the top turnbuckle, landing seated. Without hesitation, she planted her boot against Valerie’s upper back and shoved hard, sending her opponent stumbling off the ropes and back down to the canvas!

Christina didn’t waste a second. She reached out, grabbing Valerie’s arm, her leg already threading over it as she rose from the top rope.

She looked out to the crowd—hand raised.

Then she leapt.

Christina dropped from the top turnbuckle, dragging Valerie down with her as she snapped into a cross armbar executed mid-air!

Cross Armbar

Her legs clamped tight across Valerie’s chest and face, one leg pressing down over the head to isolate it while the other hooked across the torso to keep her grounded.

Her hips shot upward as she pulled the trapped arm straight, extending it past its natural limit. One hand controlled the wrist, the other braced near the elbow, forcing it into a brutal hyperextension. Valerie’s body was stretched out flat, her shoulders pinned, her arm completely isolated with nowhere to go.

Christina adjusted her grip, arching higher, tightening the hold with surgical precision—every inch of pressure focused on the elbow joint.

If Valerie didn’t escape—
there was a very real chance something was going to snap!

[BlackAkuma]

There was no pause, no warning, no leadup. Everything just sort of…happened. All at once.

In one moment, Valerie was on the turnbuckle with Christina Perez perfectly perched, preparing for the plunge that would surely end the match in one go. She tensed up, got herself ready for the dive and then everything just went…wrong.

It was a blur. A bit cliche to say, but that was the truth of it. Christina moved, and in one fluid motion, everything spun, turned, and twisted as Valerie was flung through the air. She was falling, hard and fast, and while she tried to get hold of something to gain control, she had no success. There was no stopping it, not even any slowing it.

She hit the canvas hard and immediately cried out when she felt the pain in her arm. It took her a moment to realize what was even going on, but when she looked over and saw Christina with the Cross Armbar, everything clicked, and the panic set in. It was the worst move she could’ve been in, in the worst place to take it.

The ropes. She had to reach the ropes. Desperate, she scrambled and tried to reach for them, but they were so far away, and the pain was growing worse with each passing second…

[Weonna]

Christina felt the shift the moment Valerie hit the mat—felt the panic, the desperate movement. That only made her tighten everything down.

Her legs clamped harder, one pressing firm across Valerie’s face to keep her head pinned, the other cinched tight over her chest. Christina adjusted her grip on the wrist, pulling it in close as her hips thrust upward, extending the arm even further past its limit.

Valerie’s scrambling only made it worse.

Christina leaned back, arching deeper, her expression cold and focused now—no smile, no showmanship. Just intent.

“Tap.”

Her voice was low, sharp, right in Valerie’s ear.

She wrenched the arm again, a quick, deliberate pull that forced the joint to strain under the pressure.

“Or it breaks.”

The crowd roared, sensing the end closing in as Christina held the Cross Armbar tight, refusing to give even an inch.

[BlackAkuma]

Valerie hated giving up.

While she was what most would deem a ‘power wrestler’, she thought of herself as a technician at heart. She liked to get up close and wear her opponents down with technique and submissions, outmaneuvering them on the floor in ways that the previous Valley Dolls never could. She wasn’t the Chick of 1,001 Kicks like her Mom, no, but she had more holds than most people would ever care to count.

But all that skill came with a little ego, if she were being honest. She hated - hated, hated, hated - the idea of tapping out. And yet…

There was no denying that Christina had her good, here. The form was flawless, the leg was gripped tight, and as Christina issued her threat, she knew it wasn’t idle. As much as she hated the idea of losing, she hated the idea of having her arm dislocated even more.

She sighed. She grunted. She gritted her teeth.

She tapped.

[Weonna]

The moment Valerie’s hand tapped the canvas—

DING! DING! DING!


Christina released instantly.

No hesitation, no extra torque—she let go of the arm clean, rolling back to her knees as the referee called for the bell. The damage had been done, but nothing more than necessary.

Christina rose to her feet, chest heaving, sweat glistening under the lights as the Kyoto crowd erupted in applause. The referee stepped in and raised her arm high.

Victory!

Christina nodded, a small but proud smile forming as she tapped her chest and pointed to the crowd—then to her waist.

One step closer...

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Christina lowered her arm after the win, glancing briefly at Valerie holding her arm before looking down at her own hands.

“…Again.”

She flexed her fingers, a small nod to herself. The Sampaguita Sleeper had been her finisher for a while…but lately, she’d been finishing fights with that cross armbar more and more.

“…Might be time.”

A faint smirk as she turned to the crowd, raising her hand once again...