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

Angel's entire body shuddered, as Taylor's elbow smashed into her bare, exposed sternum. Once again, her eyes almost bugged out of her head, the champion completely at Taylor's mercy once more.

Then she hit the floor, lying there helplessly when Taylor tossed her down, standing over her with a mighty, victorious yell, as if she had already won and had already claimed the title from Angel.

Gotta get away..., the Latina thought to herself. Gotta get away, gotta get some distance, stop thinking about it and just MOVE!

Drawing up what little, weak energy she had left, Angel forced herself to roll over onto her front, forced herself to slowly push herself up. With desperation and fear in her eyes, she started to weakly drag herself along the floor, trying to get away from Taylor, just hoping, praying that she could still do something in this match.

Taylor kept her eyes focused solely on Angel, as if the rest of the world didn't exist. Angel was the whole world as far as she cared, until one of them went down for the count.

When the Latina began to rise again, Taylor stepped in and swung a cutting roundhouse kick to slam her shin into the girl's chest.

Once Angel had thought had was far enough from Taylor, she began to push herself up further, trying to rise up, trying to climb back to her feet.

She lifted her head as she rose, just in time to see Taylor's leg slicing through the air towards her. Before she could react, Taylor's shin slammed into her chest, and down Angel went once again, this time ending up on her back, looking up at the bright lights above, wondering just where this match had gone all wrong for her.

Taylor stomped over to Angel, her face set with grim resolve. This was it. This was the end.

She bent and grabbed Angel by the hair and began to pull the girl up so she could put an end to the match once and for all. She raised one hand in the air, pointing up to the ceiling while she swept her eyes across the crowd.

"THIS IS IT!" She screamed. "IT'S OVER!"

The hair. Always the goddamned hair. It was like adding insult to injury, as Taylor jerked Angel back up one more time, dragging the champion up to her feet.

She quivered as she stood there before Taylor, listening to the blonde's scream, her declaration of the match being over. Once more, she almost wanted to give in right there, but no. Never.

If she was going down, she was going down fighting, like a true champion.

She took a deep breath, focusing what little strength she had left, drawing in what little energy she could still muster. Then, with a furious, blood-curling shout, she drew back her arm, sending a wild, desperate punch straight for Taylor's gut. It wasn't anything big or impressive, but it was all she had left, a final defiant act, meant to let Taylor know that she wasn't going down without giving her anything and everything that she could still possibly give her.

"Oof!"

Taylor dropped Angel's hair and stumbled back, leaving the girl on her knees. She clutched her midsection and backed away. She felt like she was going to throw up.

She nearly tripped over the first step up into the stadium seating, and glanced down. Instead of charging back in to Angel, she went up, several rows back, keeping track of Angel as she went.

She swallowed hard, and with a running start she charged toward a row of seats, jumped up with one foot to jump off the back of it, and for a moment she was flying. She soared up above Angel, racing toward her through the air, and threw her knee up. She plummeted toward the champ like a kamikaze, her knee aimed for the Latina's face.

Angel rested there, on her knees, looking downwards with half-closed eyes. Taylor was gone. Good. She could have a moment to rest, to try and figure out what to do next.

She rested there for several long moments, unaware of where Taylor was or what she was doing. Was she trying to rest too? Was she heading off to find a weapon to use against Angel? The Latina didn't know. She didn't care, either. She would handle it when the right time came. For now, she just wanted to rest.

But, as much as she wanted to keep kneeling that, to keep trying to regain her stamina and clear her thoughts, she knew she couldn't. She couldn't wait there forever for Taylor to come back. She took a final, deep breath, her chest swelling as she did so, and began to force herself back up, slowly rising back up to her feet. She could hear some of her fans yelling at her, screaming for Angel to get her head back in the game and to turn this around and to win. Those screams were good. She liked hearing those.

What she didn't like, was the sudden roar of the crowd swelling up around her. That...wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.

She lifted her head, looking upwards just in time to see Taylor flying through the air towards her. Angel was stunned. After all that they had been through, Taylor still had the energy to do something as risky and dangerous as this?!

She couldn't even will herself to move. She didn't have the energy to get over her shock and get out of the way. She stood there a moment longer, helplessly watching Taylor in shock, until the blonde's flying knee slammed into her face.

At that moment, a thousand cameras began to snap around them. That was the moment that would be immortalized forever, the moment that would be on magazine covers and newspapers  and websites for months to come.

The moment that Taylor's knee slammed into Angel's face, the Latina fell down, her head violently snapping backwards. There was no sound from her, no cry of pain or shriek of agony. She dropped to the floor, in the space between the seats, and lied there silently, her head rolling to the side, her eyes closed tight. Her entire body was still, unmoving, save for the ragged rising and falling of her chest, the Latina's torso heaving as she struggled to breath in and out, in and out.

Taylor collided violently with Angel and went tumbling to the floor, rolling on her side several times before coming to a stop. She clenched her fists and grimaced in pain from the rough landing and the renewed agony in her back.

She could barely hear anything over the roar of the crowd. She laid on the floor, gasping to get air into her lungs, staring up at the lights while blackness crept around the edges of her eyes. The crowd screamed frantically for her to get up, and finally, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her hands and knees.

Several feet away was Angel, sprawled out and motionless. It looked to good to be true, like the moment Taylor drew near Angel would spring up off the floor and powerbomb her into oblivion. Either way there was only one thing she could do.

She crawled, taking each agonizing step between them on her hands and knees, until she laid her body down on top of the champion, almost as if she was cozying up to her to sleep. She laid cheek-to-cheek, one leg between Angel's, and hugged her body tightly to keep her still, though even that might not have been necessary.

"ONE!" The word thundered through the arena, and Taylor closed her eyes.

Darkness. There was nothing for darkness for the champion. She was out cold, Taylor's knee having done it's dirty, dreaded deed, and having done it well. At this point, the pin was merely a formality. If Taylor had stayed away from Angel, the referee would have rang the bell due to a knockout.

But the blonde went for the pin, and Angel offered no reaction as Taylor covered her, no reaction as the referee's counting echoed through the arena, the entire crowd on their feet, watching, waiting in anticipation. There were a few voices, loud and strong, yelling at Angel to get up, desperately screaming for her to kick out, but they could barely be heard over the roar of the rest of the audience, screaming excitedly for Taylor.

"TWO!" came the referee's second count, and Angel remained lying still beneath Taylor, resting quietly within her darkness.

"THREE!"

The whole arena exploded into deafening noise, like rolling thunder. The referee called for the bell, and it clanged somewhere behind the two wrestlers to signal the end of the match.

Taylor, her eyes still closed, relaxed, and remained laying on top of Angel. It was as good a place as any, since she wasn't getting up, and it was comfortable. Taylor's body was pillowed on Angel's considerable bust, and the heat of her skin, drenched in sweat and blood, was oddly comforting.

On the floor just above Angel's head, Taylor had left a small pool of blood, but her bleeding had stopped again. She became aware of a dull ache in her nose that she was sure would get much worse later. She didn't want to look, and with good cause. Her face was rearranged, and it was hard to see.

She breathed a heavy sigh. The match was over, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.