Trent Masters vs. Valley Doll- A bitter start

If the Masterpiece didn't do anything fast and anything drastic, Valley would surely choke him out with her strong legs wrapped around his head in her signature submission move. In desperation, Trent trashed around but the Slamazon used that against him and ended up rolling the two over so that she was almost sitting on top of his head. Using her flexible and strong legs, Valley would lift Trent's head up and smack it against the mats to keep him stunned and dazed under her.

In desperation, the Masterpiece would let out a loud grunt and push up all the way up to his feet. It seemed effortless but it took a lot of strength and determination from Trent to pull it off. Perhaps Trent ay have gassed himself out by pulling this impressive feat off and once he was up on his feet, he dropped back down to deliver a electric chair drop.

Both wrestlers dropped down on their back, Valley had loosened up the hold and was no longer squeezing the life out of Trent but still had her legs wrapped around his neck. Breathing heavily, Trent stayed on his back and both wrestlers were down and out for the moment. The referee would walk over to them, watching the two down she would begin to start her count for a double count out.

"ONE....TWO...THREE....FOUR....". Despite Trent managing to power his way out of the submission, he failed to capitalize and was struggling to get back up.

Wow. That was a new thing, wasn’t it? It wasn’t the first time someone had escaped her Valley Lock - mostly her fault for not wearing them down enough - but this was the first time she could ever recall someone countering it like that. It wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world, either, since an Electric Chair Slam was hardly a finisher-worthy move, but she’d been through the ringer so much that it had a profound effect. She laid there, gasping and aching as she tried to get her wind back.

The only good thing was that he wasn’t in any better shape. He was hurting, winded, weak, but he wouldn’t stay that way. She had to end this, and she had to it now.

”Got you.”

She reached out and seized his arms, bending it and reaching through with one of their own. She placed her left leg across Trent’s wrist and grabbed her ankle to lock it in. From there, she pulled up with her arm and forced her opponent’s wrist down with her leg, putting some extreme pressure on the elbow.

A short-arm scissor. It had been a good, long while since she busted this one out, but she felt this was as good a time as any.

While the counter seemed most impressive, it did have its draw backs too. Trent managed to escape Valley's trademark submission but now found himself tired, exhausted and sweaty as he laid there in the middle of the ring. He was not completely out of danger either, Valley was tenacious and matched Trent's determination and somewhat stubbornness. She had managed to kept her legs wrapped around his head albeit there was no force in the squeeze.

While the two struggled to get back up, they took this moment to catch their breath and rest up. However, unfortunately for the Masterpiece it seemed Valley was quick to get her second wind. The Slamazon would reach out to grab one of his arms and pull it back, bending it while placing her own arm in between. She finished up by placing her left leg across his captured wrist and grabbed her own ankle, trapping him in a nasty short-arm scissor submission while he was still on his back.

"Ahhhh!" Trent cried out in pain. Once again, the leader of the Dominion was trapped in a submission hold one after the other and was in trouble. Trent would flop around on his back, pound the mats with his feet while trying to roll around to somehow ease the pressure in the submission but he was up against a very determined woman.

After a couple of attempts to struggle and escape, the pain was becoming unbearable and the Masterpiece swallowed his pride and began to tap the ring mats with his free hand to signal his submission.

Valley had to be careful here. Throughout her career, she’d picked up a library of moves and learned how to do them effectively, but there was always a class of techniques that she avoided - namely, the ones with a high chance of doing serious, long term damage. The short-arm scissors definitely fell into the category. ‘Professional’ combat sports called it the biceps slicer, and that name was well-earned. It could easily leave Trent’s arm in tatters, and she was sincerely hoping that wouldn’t happen - as big a jerk as he’d proven to be, he didn’t deserve that, but she was running low on options.

”For the record, you really should’ve just taken the headlock and went to sleep.” She cranked the hold a few degrees more. ”It’d suck, but you’d have just had a sore through for a little while. You don’t want to see where this can go, trust me, so just give up.”

It seemed like Trent saw the sense in her words soon enough - at least, his body had the good sense to tap out. Soon enough, she felt that familiar touch on her leg, the bell rang, and she let go of the hold without hesitation. She flopped on her back, wheezing for a few moments while the crowd cheered. Not exactly the way she envisioned kicking off her time in the AFW, but she could’ve asked for worse.

”Good match.” She sat up and let the referee raise her hand in victory, before she grabbed the ropes and rose to her feet with their aid. ”Learn some manners and we can have a rematch some time.”