AV 14 Main Event: Angel (C) Vs. Taylor Parker for the World Friction Title!

Junko had been watching from a bit of a distance, not wanting to get too close so the girls could have their room and because she didn't really want to have such a clear of both girl's beautiful bodies so mangled, especially their pretty faces.

Junko held her breath when Taylor nestled against Angel for the three count and when the last slap hit, she felt like she might die right there. Her head was so dizzy that she leaned against the nearest chair for a moment before she threw her hands in the air like SHE had just won.

Even if Taylor had it in her to try and stand up and celebrate, she didn't need to. Junko hopped up the steps and stood over the two. "Just take a moment." She said. "My lovely daughter, you'll get your chance to glow in front of everyone soon."

Junko turned to the referee and stared purposefully at them. "Make sure they are ok." She said and nodded for her to go.

Junko closed her eyes as suddenly tears dripped from her eyes and she raised both of her fists in the air, smiling brightly as the spotlight hit the girls and the crowd began to roar.

Junko didn't even need to give her order to the referee. The medical team was already on their way up the steps, heading straight towards the two fallen fighters.

Angel herself was still knocked out when they reached the two women. She didn't realize that the match had ended, she didn't even realize that Taylor was lying atop of her. Taylor's knee had done it's job, and had been exactly what the challenger...no, the champion now...had needed to finally put Angel away for good.

The medical team knelt down beside the two women once they reached them, laying down a pair of stretchers. They asked Taylor if she needed any help getting up or getting backstage, and once she was off of Angel, they slowly and carefully moved the now former onto one of the stretchers. Two of the medics carefully lifted her up, and began to carry her down the stairs, knowing that she needed some serious attention.

As they began to leave though, Angel finally started to come to, her eyes opening, just a little bit, staring towards Taylor. It slowly began to dawn on her what had just happened, that she had lost it all. Her thoughts on the situation were muddled though, the Latina unable to clear her head, unable to say or do anything. All she could offer as they carried her off was a low, soft groan.

"Mmmnnnh..."

Taylor got up to her knees and flopped onto her butt to make room for the medical staff. She shook her head when they approached her. She nodded her head absently when Junko spoke, but her eyes were fixed on Angel.

She numbly watched as they loaded her onto the stretcher, and caught her eye when she opened them. She nodded, and then the medical staff were off, and Angel with them.

Taylor looked back at Junko. "Is she okay?" She felt so stupid for asking the question, given what she had just done to the girl. But Junko definitely knew what she meant.

"Where's the belt? Do they announce it?" She asked, craning to turn far enough to look at her mother-in-law. "Can you help me up?"

"She'll be, I'm sure." Junko said as she helped Taylor up, wrapping her arm around her daughter-in-law. "Are you, Taylor-chan?" She asked, taking a second to wipe away her tears with her free sleeve and looking over the bloody face.

"It's in the ring, dear, all of it. Can you make it down there? Don't push yourself." Junko fretted terribly. "Don't strain, just rest if you have to, ok?" She held Taylor close, holding onto her like she was a baby without trying to squeeze her too hard.

Once on her feet, Taylor pulled away from Junko. "I'm okay," she said, touching her fingertips to her forehead. "My head hurts."

She turned her eyes up to the ring and felt a flutter in her stomach. She felt suddenly like a nineteen year old rookie again, about to enter her stage for the first time.

She placed her foot on the first step. Her legs were unsteady. Carefully, the second and third step, until she held onto the top rope and stood on the outside looking in.

She turned back to Junko, but didn't say anything.

Junko breathed a little easier when it seemed like Taylor was not completely messed up, at least in the way Angel had been. Who knew if she had a concussion or how bad the nose was but the fact that she was able to even make it to the ring apron mostly on her own was a good sign.

Junko smiled as Taylor looked back. She nodded her head at the girl. "Go on, dear. This is your moment. You can have the ring all to yourself." She said with a smile.

Taylor was in a daze as she carefully eased herself through the ropes and into the ring once more.

Here is your winner... The words reverberated through the whole arena, over the rolling thunder of the crowd as Taylor walked to the middle of the ring. And NEW! Friction World Champion...

TAYLOR PARKER!

Taylor sank to her knees under the weight of it, and the referee grabbed her by the wrist and raised her arm in victory. She buried her face in her palm, but she wasn't crying. Just like last time, her match against Angel had left her too emotionally drained to muster any tears.

Her blonde hair, in messy, sweat-damp pigtails, was streaked with red blood. Her face was a mess. Her nose was mangled and misshapen and pointing in the wrong direction. The slick material of her red and black one-piece suit was wet with her blood, and she felt unsteady, like she might faint, maybe from blood loss or exhaustion or head trauma or from the thousands of fans screaming for her while the ref handed her the bulky golden belt. It had been the object of her desire for so long that to hold it was surreal. She cradled it against her chest, like she was trying to soak it into her skin.

Finally, she stood up to face the cheering crowd. She gripped the belt tightly in one hand and tried to lift it high in the air, but her body stopped her. She tried again, to no avail. The match's toll was too great. Her face reddened, and she bowed her head.

And just when everyone thought the night would end on a happy, triumphant and inspiring note for Taylor Erin Parker and the rest of the Higurashi Family and Company.

"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West began to play throughout the arena. The speakers vibrating with its pulsing beat. The cheers, the ovation, the joy, the tears, it was all silenced when Kelly Conway, clad in her patriotic attire, slowly strolled out on stage with her American flag in one hand and a briefcase in the other.

Her eyes locked onto the new Friction champion with a wide, devious grin that showed how all too eager she was to take this moment away from Taylor and take what she deserved more.

Junko balled like a little baby outside of the ring when Taylor finally stood tall and accepted her well deserved accolades. She hadn't been this happy since Rosie the Rumbler earned her title decades ago. This was even more special to Junko though. After raising a family and seeing them leave the nest, she had come to love Taylor as though she had given birth to the girl herself. It was even more special and all she could do was weep and weep as the tears stained her make up.

She slipped into the ring as Taylor bowed and she took the girl's hand which held her belt. She took it and clutched it tightly and raised Taylor's hand up high in the air for her. The roars of the crowd rippled through the arena anew, only to be shattered by that horrifying music.

Junko had seen the match. She did it for Taylor who she didn't want watching any of the card. In the back of her mind, she had been rooting for Adrian. Adrian would treat the contract with respect. However, the dastardly Conway managed to come through victorious and her every dread came to bear right in that packed arena.

Junko released Taylor's arm and faced down Kelly, stepping to the entrance. She couldn't stop the match. Last time she could do nothing and even if she put up a fight, unless she won against Kelly, which she didn't think she could, all she would do is drag out Taylor's suffering.

Her tears of joy turned into tears of sorrow and she shook her head and waved her hands. "Kelly, no. Onegai. Onegai! PLEASE! Please... don't do this now!" She said, begging Kelly even as she haughtily strolled down the ramp. Junko was practically growing hoarse with her begging.

Taylor stifled a cry as Junko raised her arm and sent shooting pain down her back. She could feel her war wounds swelling up, her joints stiffening, her body shutting down so it could heal. As profound and life-changing as the moment was, a good part of her just wanted to go somewhere quiet and lay down.

That feeling increased a billion times over when she heard the music. That fucking music. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and from under her bloody mask the color drained from her face.

Kelly Conway. With a briefcase. Fuck.

Taylor's spirit sank through the floor. She hadn't seen Kelly's match, but just looking at the girl, the obnoxious, loudmouthed, idiot, it was obvious she was in much better shape. She hardly looked hurt, and Taylor couldn't even lift her new belt. A sick feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach. She knew she wouldn't stand a chance. She hadn't even imagined that she could lose her belt so fast...

"Mom," she said, her voice hoarse and weary. "Shut up."

She threw the belt over her shoulder and stepped up to the ropes that faced up the ramp, toward Kelly. She did her best to stand up tall and proud. She put her shoulders back, but her mouth still opened just so she could breathe. Her nearly sideways nose was no help there.

She should say something, something good to really piss Kelly off, but even if she could think of something she wouldn't have been able to say it loudly enough for it to matter. Instead, she held up her hands in front of her, closed them into fists with her knuckles facing out, and raised both middle fingers at Kelly. That was about all she had to say to her.