Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

While the crowd's reaction certainly would have drawn her attention back to the ring anyway, Kyla was able witness her giantess being taken down for herself, since she had been having to look across the ring through the ropes to keep tabs on her pursuer. She momentarily forgot all about Junko however as he eyes set on Iron Maiden. The fearsome she-beast had been laid out and was now motionless on her back. Kyla couldn't believe it. It was so surreal to see her client taken off her feet, that or a moment everything else seemed to fade away. She felt like she was in a nightmare. "Stand up..." she uttered, her voice coming out hoarse and breathless. "Stand up Iron Maiden. She can't do this to you. No one can. It's not possible." She inched towards the ring, leaning over the apron and staring up with eyes wide with horror at Taylor, who was now charging towards the ropes. "Get up, Maiden, get up!" she cried shrilly.

It was then that Junko noticed movement out of the corner of her eyes, and finally remembered her own predicament. She spun around with a start, lifting the chains to defend herself with. It did her no good though, as Junko jabbed her parasol into her solar plexus and completely knocked the wind out of her. Kyla gasped painfully and fell to her knees, dropping the chains to the floor so she could clasp at her sternum. She stared up at her attacker and lifted one shaky hand in a pleading manner. "D-d-don't! Don't hurt me." she wheezed pathetically.

Back in the ring though, whether she realized it or not, Kyla's shouting screaming had had an effect. Iron Maiden's eyes cranked up to the sound of her manager's demands to get up. And she was just about to do so too, but as the she-beast began to sit herself up her opponent suddenly came plunging down out of nowhere and landing her shins right across her face. Maiden's whole body jerked and her arm extended somewhat... then it slowly dropped back to the her side. The she-beast was left laying motionless once again.

Junko held the parasol in front of her like a sword when Kyla fell to her knees. "I don't want to hurt you." She said, narrowing her eyes. "Well, I'm not going to hurt you." She corrected. "What I want you to do is watch." She bobbed her head at the ring. "Watch my girl finish yours nice and clean. But if you think about doing anything other than watch, I won't hesitate for a second." She said, jiggling the parasol handle threateningly. "You messed with my baby girl and I don't like it one bit." Junko said as she kept her eyes locked on Kyla.

"PUT THAT GIRL AWAY, TAYLOR-SAN!" Junko shouted loudly, making sure she stayed focused on the red headed doctor in front of her so that she could see that Kyla's eyes were focused on the ring and not up to no good.

Taylor got up, and despite her aching back she jumped up and emphatically threw both arms up in the air while the crowd roared. She soaked it up, letting their cheering medicate away her pain. There was no feeling like it.

But she hadn't forgotten the feeling of Iron Maiden's vice-like hand on her throat. Her fear of what Iron Maiden could do when she got her hands on her spurred her on. Though the woman was down, she wasn't going to go for a pin while there was still a chance of being choked to death and slammed through the mat. She bent and grabbed the redhead's wrists and dragged her up to a sitting position, and then braced the sole of her boot against her face so that her heel was pressed against her jaw.

With a wink for the crowd and a vicious grin, she jumped up and added her other foot before smashing Maiden's face with a two-footed stomp that crushed her head into the mat.

Even from the torso up, Iron Maiden was a heavy gal. So Taylor would find forcing her to sit up was like hauling a bag of flower. Once she managed it though, Maiden suddenly began to stir. The she-beast groggily rolled her head and opened her eyes, blinking as noticed the bottom of Taylor's boot pressing against her jaw. She slowly extended her hand, reaching up for Taylor's throat like a zombie with a one track mind. Yet she came nowhere close to reaching her, before Taylor jumped and drove both her feet into Maiden's skull, driving it back against the mat. Maiden's arm dropped to her side once more, and she laid there unmoving. Bruising was beginning to show on the she-beast's face, peaking out from underneath her mask. One could only imagine what the rest of her face now looked like underneath it, though supposedly it'd be hard to tell since she already had a disfigured mouth.

Kyla watched in sheer horror as Taylor dismantled her client. Her beast! Her killing machine! This was not suppose to happen! She lowered her gaze and frantically shook her head, as though she might wake up from the terrible dream she was having. Of course she didn't wake up... but as she looked down, she did take notice of the chains she had dropped. Kyla bit her lip and cautiously glanced up at Junko, wondering if how wise it would be to try nabbing up the chains and clonking her over the head a second time. Junko however, seemed to be watching her like a hawk.

"Tch! Now this is hardly fair, is it?" she addressed Junko, her voice still somewhat raspy. "I'm not even allowed to support my client now, as you are? To simply cheer her on?"

Junko snapped the parasol forward, almost slamming it into the bridge of Kyla's nose before pulling it back at the last second and giving the doctor a look that said 'next time it's for real.' She then grinned. "I know what kind of support you give. You've got a big, growing girl up there. Let's see how well she flies when she's not hiding under mama's skirt, shall we, fufufu." Junko looked wryly at Kyla. She still hadn't looked back at Taylor but she knew the second she turned her gaze from Kyla, the opportunist doctor would go back to barking orders and running away. Besides, she had to let her own chick fly all by herself as well. Kyla was just whining, Junko was being perfectly fair.

The feeling was as satisfying as it was sickening as Taylor stomped down on her opponent's head hard enough to shake the ring. Iron Maiden was tough, but not indestructible. She couldn't hold back if she was going to keep her down.

She raked her sweat-damp bangs back out of her face, and her blonde pigtails swished behind her as she marched purposefully toward the nearest corner. She grabbed the top ropes, crouched low, and leapt nimbly up to the top. She turned around and measured the distance from her perch to her opponent, imagined the trajectory she would take, and took a deep breath. She stood up, swung her arms back, and powerfully launched herself forward, turning a neat backflip with a half twist high above the mat before dropping onto Iron Maiden with the point of her elbow cocked.

Kyla literally flinched when Junko snapped parasol like a kendo stick in front of her face. She threw up her hands to cover herself with, and tightly shut her eyes. The good doctor sat there trembling pathetically until Junko started speaking again, and she realized the older woman hadn't actual intended to make contact. Cautiously, Kyla cranked open an eye to peek up at Junko. She then scowled hatefully at her and lowered her hands to her lap, trying and save face and make herself look somewhat dignified. "You think this is over, don't you? Well it's not. My Iron Maiden will pull through just fine. She'll squash your little has-been of a client, and send her packing back into irrelevance, where you should be, might I add. And then, if she sees that you've harmed me, she'll come over her and snap you in two! You are playing a very dangerous game by threatening me!"

Then in a cruel display of irony, not but a second after Kyla uttered the final syllable of her threat, the ring suddenly shook again drawing her attention back to the match. She turned and her face paled to see that Taylor had driven her elbow straight into Iron Maiden's chest from the top turnbuckle.

Iron Maiden barely reacted at this point. Her body only seemed to faintly convulse from Taylor's elbow plowing down directly over her heart, but otherwise she simply remained stationary and unmoving. Her eyes weren't even open. The natural assumption here would of course be that Maiden was unconscious, or at the very least winded after Taylor's consecutive maneuvers against her. Even her manager Kyla now believed this to be the case, as she watched on in horror, completely unable to do anything about it.

Taylor's landing shook the ring, and though Iron Maiden's body broke her fall, it still hurt. She hissed and clenched her teeth at the sudden rush of pain from her aching back, but she wasn't going to let being hurt spoil her moment. This was it. Everything she'd worked for was about to pay off and she was going to show everyone in AFW that she was back, and for real.

She threw herself over Iron Maiden's body and laid on her side across the giantess' shoulders, pinning one arm with her knee and the other with her elbow. She threw her free hand up in the air to count on her fingers with the ref, and as the black-and-white-striped girl slid into place to begin the count the crowd joined in too.

"ONE!" The whole arena counted.

Junko's face dulled quickly. She wore an annoyed expression and she folded the parasol under her arm so she could free one hand. She quickly lashed it out at Kyla to try and deck her and put her to the ground. "I told you not to talk. Now just shut up and count along quietly in your head." Junko said as a grin crept up on her features.

Kyla folded to the floor like a delicate stack of cards when Junko struck her. It took her a moment to pick herself up, mostly because she afraid to lift her head and have it smacked down against. She cautiously looked up at the older woman and glared at her scornfully, favoring her now sore cheek where she hit her. She had half a mind to keep mouthing off, or to talk her way out of this mess, but realized it wouldn't be smart to try.

She then blinked in confusion as Junko started going on about counting, and didn't understand what she meant until she heard the enthused "ONE" chant rumble across the arena. Her eyes widened in horror, and she turned to see Taylor pinning Iron Maiden to pick up the win. "No..." she breathed, feeling like she was watching this horrid nightmare reach its conclusion. If this happened, there'd be no waking up from it. Her dream of guiding Iron Maiden to a plateau of ultimate fame and respect in the AFW, could be crushed!"No... No! Get up Maiden, get up!! she suddenly screamed, throwing cautioun to the wind, and no longer giving a damn what Junko would do to her. Before the older woman to grip hold of her parasol again, Kylathrew herself against the ring apron and slapped her hands repeatedly against the edge of the ring. "Get up, GET UP!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.

Just as the referee's hand came down for a three count, Iron Maiden's eyes cranked open to the sound of her manager's command, and she sat right up as if Taylor's weight on her shoulders meant nothing. Taylor's body was lightly flung forward, dropping her quite literally into Iron Maiden's lap. Maiden blinked and looked down at her, her brows beginning to crinkle with rage. The she-beast hadn't the faintest idea that she had almost been pinned. She had no clue what was going on outside the ring between the two managers. She was barely even aware of the beating the Taylor had been giving her while she was down. All Iron Maiden knew was her opponent was sprawled out, practically gift wrapped, right across her lap. It was like she was daring her not to break her in half. With an violent exhale, Iron Maiden quickly extended her arms to grip Taylor around the neck with both hands.