AFW Title Match: Angel (c) Vs. Taylor Parker

"If you look carefully, you will see that I do have boobs," Taylor corrected, and settled back into a comfortable position over Angel. "And they're way firmer and perkier than your National Geographic disaster waiting to happen."

She walked backward with little steps to keep the right angle with the single leg crab while Angel inched her way toward the ropes. "Yeah, thank god. If everyone looked as good as you, we'd need to hand out barf bags at the door."

Enough talk. Angel was slowly making her escape and Taylor really didn't have all night, so she grit her teeth and went for broke and pulled back on Angel's leg with all her strength. She slapped her free hand over Angel's knee to add pressure and leaned way back to either turn the girl into a pretzel, or break something.

As she neared the ropes, Angel stretched her arm out, reaching for them. She extended her hand outwards, her salvation from the hold literally in arm's reach, and then...

Then Taylor snapped her leg back, putting all her strength into the move. At the same time, the blonde's hand pushed against her knee, and Angel could feel her leg being bent against it. It hurt. In fact, it hurt like hell, and the Latina couldn't stop herself from letting out a loud, sudden scream.

In desperation, she lowered her hand, just barely getting her fingertips on the ropes. She shook her head, then whipped it around to glare up at Taylor one more time. "Nnn! Get the hell off of me!"

Taylor's whole body strained to bend Angel as far as she could. It was satisfying to be in control of the champ, but also to be putting the hurt on Angel's thunder thighs that she'd head so much about. So she had strong legs. So what? Taylor's body had landed her magazine spreads, not to mention a shot at the title.

Still, she knew Angel wouldn't tap, even if she ripped the leg clean off. She focused on hurting her as much as she could before the inevitable break and when the ref gave her the signal, she stepped off and held onto her ankle with both hands. She lifted it high and braced her foot on the back of her thigh, ready to stomp Angel's knee through the mat, but then she relented. The champ deserved a clean break.

She dropped Angel's leg and strode confidently back to the middle of the ring, and when she turned to face Angel she lifted both middle fingers high up in the air. The crowd roared at the show of disrespect, and while Taylor's fans were unmistakable, so was the booing from those who didn't like her punk attitude.

"Musta been some kawaii," she grinned.

As Taylor released her leg, finally stepping away from her, Angel remained lying there against the match, mentally doing a quick assessment of the situation. Her leg was hurting, quite a bit in fact. Taylor had done a real number to it, but...she had been through worse. Besides, she was tough, and in any case she had two legs, not just one. She made a mental note to kick the shit out of Taylor extra hard later on as a reminder.

After several seconds of lying there, she reached for the ropes again, grabbing onto them and using them to help slowly pull herself up to her feet. She gingerly put her weight onto her hurt leg as she stood, feeling it out, wincing a little bit at the feeling. Yeah, it hurt, but she could tough it out. She could worry about the pain later, after she had won this.

She looked towards Taylor, just in time to see the punk thrusting her middle fingers up into the air. It reminded Angel of what she had said recently about respect, and if there was any proof that Taylor needed to learn about it, there it was. The sound of her own fans booing Taylor was nice though. It was good to know she still had plenty of people on her side.

"Way better then you'll even be," Angel smirked at Taylor, leaning against the ropes, one hand sliding down to slowly rub at her knee. "Maybe I'll give her a chance at the title after you. I'd say she deserves it more. I'd probably get a better match from her, too!"

"Yeah, better for YOU."

Taylor stood in the center of the ring facing Angel and did a funny little dance, holding her hands up in front and shaking her hips and tilting her head twice left, twice right. She finished by striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other behind her head.

"Whatsa matter, you're not having a good time getting your ass kicked?" She taunted as she strode toward Angel. She covered the last several feet in a long, lunging step and winged a low roundhouse kick at the side of Angel's hurt leg.

Angel watched carefully, closely, as Taylor began to move towards her. Her eyes were locked firmly on the blonde, her entire body tense, ready to act. In any other situation, she would have thrown herself off of the ropes, lunged right back into the fight. But against Taylor? With her leg messed up like this? She knew she had to play it safe. She knew that she had to wait for just the right moment, just the perfect opportunity to finally strike back against Taylor.

And then, there it was.

The moment Taylor began to lunge towards her, Angel pushed herself off the ropes, the Latina spinning to the side, out of her path. It was so predictable that Taylor was going to try and go for the hurt leg, that Angel was almost offended by it. Still though, she knew this was the perfect opportunity to strike back.

As she spun out of the way, Angel let out a fierce yell, and moved back towards her. Up came her unhurt leg, the Latina firing off one of her infamous kicks towards the girl, her leg arcing through the air with a swift, sudden blow aimed right for the blonde!

The speed of Angel's reaction took Taylor completely by surprise, and by the time her low kick whiffed by where Angel had been, Angel's kick was on it's way.

"UNGH!"

Angel's boot slammed into Taylor's jaw and snapped her head back. She staggered back to keep from falling over, and did not recover her balance until she was leaning against the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She hooked her arms over the top rope and shook her head. The room was spinning, she was seeing stars, and she had only a couple seconds to get it together.

"Shit..." She gasped. And it had been going so well.

Angel watched as Taylor went staggering away, a chill running through her as the blonde stumbled across the ring. Just like that, she had flipped the table around, and she was far from being done. Taylor may have thought she only had a few seconds, but Angel wasn't going to let her have any if she could help it.

With a roar passing through her lips, Angel took off across the ring towards her, heading straight towards the blonde as fast as she could move. Not as quick as she'd usually be, of course, but the Latina still forced herself to move. As she approached Taylor, she suddenly thrust her leg up towards her, throwing another kick towards the blonde, this time a stiff, sharp kick, aimed right for her midsection as she hung there from the ropes.

Taylor's eyes gradually focused on the incoming Angel. She tucked her elbows down together to protect her midsection with her forearms, but when Angel's kick slammed into her it rocked her back against the ropes and drove the air out of her.

Holy fuck, she thought, as she gasped in a breath. Don't let her keep doing that.

She shoved off the ropes and reached out to clasp her hands behind Angel's head and yank her into a rough headbutt.

It felt good to kick Taylor. In fact, after the beating she had suffered so far? It felt damn good to Angel to be able kick Taylor around.

She started to back off from the blonde, ready to wind up for another kick, but then in came Taylor, grabbing her behind her head. Before she could even think of reacting, she was yanked in, wincing sharply as Taylor's head slammed against her own. Her head snapped back from the impact, and for the moment, the Latina was left in a brief daze, her vision swirling before her.