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

Taylor covered her face with her hands, despite the kicks that rained down on her body. She grunted and jerked with each stomp, but couldn't bring herself to risk exposing her face, and over and over against she was battered by Angel's boots.

Her breath caught in her chest. In the middle of the biggest match of her life, she caught herself thinking about her face, afraid that Angel had permanently rearranged it, what Johnny would think if her nose stayed crooked, about how in the hell she was going to put up a fight against Angel, the goddamn AFW champion, with a broken nose.

Angel's next kick knocked some sense back into her. Stop being a pussy, Taylor.

"RrrrrrrrrrrrrrRAAAGH!" Taylor screamed, and shoved off the barricade in a sloppy lunge on her knees at Angel. She swung her arm to smash her forearm against the girl's midsection, and hopefully buy some space.

Again and again and again, Angel rained down her stomps, brutally kicking her boot into Taylor's ribs over and over. It felt good. It almost felt relaxing, to finally be able to just wail on her, after how frustrated she had been over the past several months.

She drew her leg back, preparing for one more big, final stomp, satisfied and thinking that Taylor had taken enough, when the blonde suddenly lunged up at her, smashing her forearm into Angel's exposed belly.

"Gyygh!" The Latina shouted out in surprise, doubling over in front of Taylor. She felt part of her wind knocked out of her, but it wasn't enough to stop her, not yet. With cold determination in her eyes, she quickly raised her arm, swinging it towards the side of Taylor's head with her own wild forearm club, trying to smash it straight into the blonde.

"Aagh!"

Taylor's head snapped to the side and slung some blood through the air. Instinctively she covered her nose as she staggered to the side on her hands and knees. She tried again to get her feet under her and scramble away to get some space between herself and the relentless AFW champion. She needed to get her head together!

Angel headed after Taylor, as the blonde scrambled to her feet and tried to get away. Unstoppable. That's how she was feeling right now. She had taken everything Taylor had thrown at her so far, and still managed to turn things around, still managed to get herself into the dominant, controlling position.

She took several long strides towards Taylor, then lunged at her from behind, throwing her arms around the punk's waist. She inhaled sharply, and began to lift Taylor up, hauling her off of her feet, before dropping downwards, trying to slam Taylor down over her knee with an atomic drop.

Taylor's heart sank as Angel's arms clasped around her waist. She went up, her legs kicking furiously in the air for a moment before she dropped back down, smashing her tailbone over Angel's knee.

"Ahh! Aaaagh!" She wailed, and staggered forward before collapsing on her knees with her head and shoulder on the floor. She reached back to put a hand over her butt. She could feel pressure in her face from the blood collecting, and it ran down onto the floor in a thin red stream that left the cement slick.

"Fuuuuuck..." She gasped.

Junko had slipped over the barricade but keep her distance as she watched, mingled with the standing fans. Junko knew that Taylor was trying to create separation but couldn't.

With that nose, and Angel's relentless pursuit, Taylor needed a new strategy. and while Junko wanted to fret and scream over her daughter, she sucked the dread and worry into the pit of her stomach and stepped closer.

"If you can't get away from her, make her want to leave you. This isn't a standard match! The whole WORLD is your stage so SHINE, dammit!"

Again Angel heard Junko's words from the sideline, yelling at Taylor, giving her words of encouragement. Part of her wanted to turn her head and yell something back, to tell the older woman to shut up, but she stayed quiet, stayed focus on Taylor. She couldn't fault her for trying to support her daughter.

She had to admit she was a tiny bit jealous though. She wished she could have her family there watching her, too.

She stepped forward, and leaned down, grabbing Taylor by one arm to pull her back up to her feet again. "You wanted this..." she whispered again, her voice laced with malice as forced the blonde up into a standing position. Junko was right about one thing: this wasn't a standard match. Normally, Angel hated this kind of match. She couldn't stand gimmick matches. She hated her beach match with Gatt, and she hated her no DQ match with Heather. But this? This was different. There was bad blood between her and Taylor, and she wanted to do more then just beat Taylor again. This time, she wanted to teach her a lesson, to make sure she understood the difference between the two of them.

She gave Taylor's arm another yank, trying to drag her further around the ring, pulling her towards the announcer's area. Once they neared it, she dropped her hold, going to grab a chair sitting near the announcer's table. She lifted it up, folding it together, then dropped it on the floor, before turning back towards her bloodied foe.

Then, she reached out with both arms, one going to snake around Taylor's shoulder, and the other lower, around her leg. She paused for a moment, then with a loud yell went to lift Taylor off of her feet, trying to lift her up and body slam her back down, right onto the cold, unforgiving metal of the steel chair.

"Ugh..."

Taylor laboriously got back up with Angel's help, and staggered after her as she led her around the ring to the announcer's table. She could barely move. It felt like her spine had been jammed together into one solid piece that wouldn't bend, and she awkwardly tried to push Angel off.

When Angel let go, Taylor sank to her knees, a brief moment of respite before the girl came back. She saw the chair, and then Angel grabbed her, set her up for a bodyslam. Her eyes widened in fear.

"N-no!" She cried, and then Angel lifted her up and slammed her back down on the chair, and all pain she had felt until that point did not prepare her for that.

"Ohhhhhh..." Came the crowd's collective wave of sympathy as Taylor hit with a metallic clack.

Her mouth gaped, and her mangled face twisted in silent agony for a moment before she could even find the strength to scream. "Nyaaaaaaaaaaah!" She wailed pittifully. She arched her back and spasmed on the floor, on the chair, paralyzed by the pain as blood continued to run off her face and into her blonde hair. Her breaths came in sharply, through her mouth, she couldn't breathe through her nose, and then out in a whimper.

Once Angel had slammed Taylor down, thrusting her down against the hard metal of the chair, she dropped down beside of her, on her hands and knees, wincing in pain. It was her leg that was bothering her. Lifting Taylor up like that, holding her aloft, had added some extra pressure to her still hurting leg and her knee, just enough to bring the Latina down with Taylor.

It didn't matter though. Angel didn't care. The sound of Taylor's scream, the jerking of her body, the sight of the bloody face that was her face...Angel knew she had her, exactly where she wanted, and she could take a little bit of pain if it meant making things worse for the blonde.

She pushed up to her knees, and reached down for Taylor again, lifting her up to roll her over, onto her front, so that she was lying facedown against the floor. She adjusted her position, turning her own self so that she could lie beside Taylor. Her arms snaked forward, and the Latina began to lace her fingers together across Taylor's face. She didn't mind the blood, not if it meant moving one step closer to victory.

Once her hands had locked in place, she began to pull back on Taylor, starting to pull the punk back into a crossface hold. Not a move she normally used, but it was simple, and safe, a chance to work Taylor over more without putting more pressure onto her leg.

"Please, please, please," Taylor whispered to herself, her lips moving but with no audible sound coming out. She knew that Angel would go for a pin here, and she knew she could kick out. She badly needed the few seconds it would buy her.

Angel crawled over to her, but... rolled her onto her stomach. Alarms went off in Taylor's mind, but she couldn't predict what the ruthless Latina was up to, at least not until she felt her wrap her legs around her arm and lay across her back.

Taylor gasped and craned her neck away, squirming to keep Angel's hands away from her face, but it was no use. A standard issue crossface, not even a famous one like Conway's, was excruciating. But with Angel's hands clamped solidly over Taylor's face, over her nose...

"AAAAAIIIIE!" She shrieked. She could feel her nose moving, the second piece of it bending to the side and setting off explosions of pain in her face. She screamed horribly and wildly kicked her feet. The pain in her already badly hurt back...

But she couldn't tap. She'd die before she gave up. That's what she told herself.