Nikolette Tessla Vs. Taylor Parker: #1 Contender Match

Taylor did her best to keep her heavy breathing under control while she strained to break Nikolette's arm free. Once she straightened the arm out, she was sure she could get the submission out of her...

She was solely focused on the hold, and never saw the Kitsune, or the kick, coming. The girl's boot smashed into her temple, jerked her head to the side, and immediately she went limp, Nikolette's arm slipping out of her hands. Her head lolled back for a moment before she showed any signs of life.

Nikolette was so focused on breaking the armbar attempt that she failed to see the black clad girl until it was far too late. Even the boos had been drowned out as she cleared her mind in the ultimate contest of wills.

So when Taylor suddenly let go, the force that she was exerting sent her rolling a few times until she was on her hands and knees, looking at the assailant. She was bewildered, just from the jarring break in her concentration, but she knew that mask as well as anyone in the audience. She just didn't know why it was staring her down.

As soon as her foot collided with Taylor's face, the kitsune masked assailant turned to the Nikolette who seemed just as surprised by her presence as the audience was. She took a step forward, knowing it wasn't enough just to hurt Taylor...regardless of how awesome it had felt to do so. It was hard passing on the opportunity to savor the moment. But there were two parts to this, and there could be no hesitation on her part.

"It's annoying, isn't it?" a muffled voice said from behind the mask. She took another quick step and lunged towards Nikolette, leading with a right fist. "...when someone interrupts something very important to you!" As she charged though, her other hand squeezed tightly what it had brought in...and the masked woman spun around, swinging what turned out to be a small steel pipe at Nikolette's head.

Nikolette blinked, her faculties slowly beginning to return to her. She didn't really understand what was being said to her. It didn't make sense. As far as she knew, she'd never taken anything from anybody. it seemed that the kitsuneko was not here just for cryptic taunts, however.

Unfortunately for Nikolette, as the masked woman lunged, she could barely lift an arm. She had spent all of her energy fighting Taylor and even if she could block the fist, the pipe crashed into her head and the brunette collapsed into a heap, face first into the canvas, completely out of it with barely a sound for her troubles.

Heavy boos continued to rain from the audience.

Taylor laid on her hip and put her palms on the mat to push herself up. Her sweat-damp and disheveled pigtails hung limp as she shook her head, and when she finally looked up she instantly saw the girl in black.

And that mask.

Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She dug her nails into the mat and she felt a new surge of terrible adrenaline rush through her.

"YOU!"

She scrambled and threw herself into a sloppy, unsteady run at the kitsune, and swung a reckless haymaker at her stupid white mask.

"RrrrrrrrRRRRAAAAGH!"

As Nikolette crumbled to the mat, the kitsune-masked woman seemed to arrogantly take a moment to straighten her mask and her long, brown hair around it.  It wasn't long, however, before the other wrestler in the ring reacted to her...intervention.  She didn't even have time for a snappy remark back at Taylor before the blonde bull-charged her, a furious punch aimed straight at her face.

But the woman was ready.  She narrowly ducked underneath the blow and jabbed the blunt pipe with both hands into Taylor's left ribs.  And she wasn't done there.  The assailant tossed the pipe aside and grabbed Taylor's wrist with her right hand, tucked it through her left arm and grabbed hold of it with her left hand.  She then reached to secure that arm with the first, before jumping up and scissoring Taylor's left leg with her own.  Her weight dragged the two to the mat with the woman on her back.  As her confidence surged from locking the move in, she smiled from behind her mask.

"Me."

The kitsune-masked woman then cranked on Taylor's left arm, bending it in an awkward manner.  The ref girl immediately intervened, trying to pry Taylor free from the kimura hold, but the woman would not be denied.

Taylor nearly lost her balance after missing with her punch, but then the weapon dropped her to her knees.

"Aagh!"

She clutched her ribs and snarled up at the hateful woman in black. "You dirty fucking cunt, I'll fuckin' kill-" She was cut off when the girl nearly twisted her arm off.

"Haaaaagh! Grrgh..." She cried out in pain and struggled against the hold, but her arm was slowly creeping farther back and she could feel her shoulder stretching past its limit. The pain did nothing to dull her rage. Everyone knew who was behind the mask. Everyone knew what she did.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT AND MAKE YOU BLEED!" She screamed, wild with anger and pain. "TAKE OFF THE MASK AND LOOK ME IN THE EYE YOU FUCKING- AAIIIIEEE!" She shrieked as her arm popped and new agony stabbed through her.

The masked woman seemed to laugh as Taylor struggled in her grasp. She knew the blonde wouldn't be able to escape, not with the hold locked in this tightly. She'd seen it enough times and from different perspectives to know it was hopeless for her to try to escape, but she kept struggling and struggling. And soon enough...the crowd cringed at the sudden noise and angle of Taylor's arm.

The woman released Taylor's almost as soon as she felt something pop. She pushed the blonde back far enough that she could wedge her foot between them to kick Taylor off of her and to her back. The kitsune wearing assailant then put her hands behind her shoulders and kipped up to her feet. She kept some forward momentum, landing forward on her right palm. The motion brought her hood back and it revealed the full length of her brown, flowing hair around her head. She looked down at Taylor for a moment and tilted her head.

Now she knew her pain. The blonde should've tapped out or pleaded for mercy when she had the chance. She was just too proud...too stubborn to do so. And now she knew the pain and punishment of being so arrogant and self-righteous. Good riddance. Although to Taylor's credit, the woman wouldn't have stopped even if she had tapped out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, due to interference, the result of the match is No Contest."

The woman spun around with her hands out in a flourish, basking in the rain of boos and jeers that were descending upon her. She then slowly walked over to the steel pipe that was on the ground nearby and picked it up with a masked grin. She looked back over at the two downed women, holding the weapon in a sinister fashion while staring directly at Taylor.

"Hng... hah..."

Taylor panted and groaned, laying on the mat and clasping her shoulder. She knew it was dislocated, and the pain was incredible. She was almost too tired to sit up, but she forced herself to get up enough to see the woman in black staring her down again with her hollow kitsune eyes.

"Come on..." She grunted at the woman. Her chest heaved and a bead of sweat dripped off her nose. She glanced to the side at Nikolette, hoping that she would be coming around soon, but she couldn't count on it. She was alone with this psychopath.

"Come on..."

The throbbing in her head was the first thing Nikolette felt when she roused. She hated the feeling and groaned. As she stirred, she pushed to her hands and knees and rubbed her head.

A slow groan escaped her lips as she blinked, tried to gather her bearings and push away the pain in the back of her head.