Friction in MSG: Kelly Conway (C) Vs. Taylor Parker

Kelly was busy nursing her knee while Taylor was stalking around her. The champion saw this and wanted to get away but was caught with a sudden, hard round kick that blasted the side of her knee with a loud smack that echoed in the arena.

Thwack!

"HAHH!!" Kelly cried as her knee was checked, rolling onto her front to show her back to Taylor as bit her lip and she gripped her knee that felt like it was burning on the side.

She flopped on over onto her back and began trying to pull herself towards the nearest ropes with one forearm and leg kicking at the mat while a free hand was extended in front of Taylor, shaking side to side violently.

"N-No! No more! T-Taylor please!" Kelly pleaded with fear in her eyes. "Y-You're scaring me! You're hurting me! T-T-This isn't competition anymore!" She continued, begging for her fearsome opponent to show mercy. Those fearsome eyes worried her, being on the ground like this, she just felt like prey to a lioness.

"Is that what she said?" Taylor snarled bitterly, almost under her breath, as she walked Kelly down.

"If you want out, submit, hand over the belt, and get the hell out of my ring. Otherwise, you're going nowhere." She slid her left foot back and took on a kickboxing stance, her legs like coiled springs hinting at the explosive energy she could release at any moment. She waved her hand up at Kelly.

"Now get up."

A smile twitched at the corner of Kelly's lips. "Well... She's not as dumb as Nikolette." Kelly thought, having been ready to rake the eyes of her foe. Meanwhile she struggled not to laugh at 'her' being brought up. The necessary casualty.

"O-Oh! Oh! Thank you Taylor!" Kelly exclaimed exaggeratedly as she saw Taylor's left leg slide back while she bounced about, Kelly didn't want to wait, she was already slowly starting to get up.

"Y-You fight so fair an-" Before Kelly finished her sentence, she tried to shoot low and go for Taylor's leg, trying to get it with both arms and hug it against her chest before pushing forward, trying to topple Taylor. Kelly felt so smart, she knew she could take the punk down. She was just a flyer with bricks for legs.

Taylor was singularly focused on Kelly's knee. That idiot could say whatever she wanted and try to get in her head, but this was Taylor's moment, and she was going to do exactly what she wanted to. Kelly was just wasting her breath.

When Kelly made her move, Taylor whipped another fast, chopping roundhouse kick at her leg, but it didn't land cleanly, and she paid for it by being knocked down on her butt. She cursed herself for being sloppy and kicked against the mat with her free leg while she bucked her hips and tried to roll Kelly onto her back.

Kelly winced as her battered knee was struck again but pressed on and managed to get the punk on her butt. "I hate you! I'm going to shut your mouth!" Kelly spat before feeling Taylor kick against the mat and buck.

Kelly simply stood up with Taylor's leg in her grasp, putting the side of it under the foot of her better leg before trying to stomp it the mat.

"Rrh!"

"Agh!" Taylor cried out and rolled to the side to clutch her knee as it was smashed between Kelly's boot and the mat, and bent in the wrong direction, just like in her match with Death Bunny and Brittany Luvve. It hurt.

"Rrrrrrrgh..." She rolled quickly over her shoulder to get some distance. She knew it would be a second before her leg would cooperate, and she didn't have a second to lose. She hopped up on one foot and turned to face Kelly while backing away toward the ropes.

"A-Awww.... Huh..." Kelly mocked through a huff, wiping some sweat from her brow as she looked down at the wounded Taylor. Her own backed ached from the lung blower she had suffered earlier and though her knee and arm had been worked, she could endure the pain in them. Her arm was hurting a little less and rotated it as a result but she didn't want to let Taylor attack any of her joints now.

Or turn her back on her. The Lung Blower was awful.

Kelly wasn't going to give Taylor much of a break. If she was fast enough, Kelly would try to dive right for Taylor as she stood up, trying to wrap her arms around the challenger's waist tightly, putting her chin over Taylor's shoulder.

"R-Rh... I'll retire you like I did Elliot!" Kelly snarled hatefully as she bent her knees and with a mighty cry, lifted with her legs while leaning backwards, trying to slam Taylor in a picture perfect German Suplex, keeping her arms tied around Taylor the entire time, even after impact.

"Rrragh!" Taylor growled out of frustration when Kelly caught her by the waist. She shoved down on Kelly's hands and tried to get low to stop Kelly from being able to pick her up, but Kelly was already down there. She knew what was coming next.

"You motherfu-"

Her legs kicked in the air, but she went head over heels over Kelly's back, and landed with a crash on her shoulders and the back of her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, and stubbornly held onto Kelly's hands, still trying to pry them loose, even as she swung her legs to roll to her side, to make sure there was no pin.

The crowed cried out in sympathy as they saw their home-city hero slammed into canvas with a brutal suplex by the Champion who grinned savagely when she felt her move connect, keeping her grip on Taylor's waist the entire time, gritting her teeth as she fought to maintain her waistlock on Taylor.

There was no pin and it didn't matter to Kelly. She pressed her cheek against Taylor's back and began to stand up, exerting a grunt of effort as she tried to get Taylor to her feet to set up for another slam.

"Last person who took this was Elliot and I made that twerp tap so hard she called it quits.... I'll be expecting the same from you, bitch! HNNNGHHH!!" After whispering cold words into Taylor's ear, Kelly bent her knees and lifted with all she had to try and dump Taylor on the mat with a second German Suplex!

Taylor shoved Kelly's hands down again as she got to her feet, working to prevent the inevitable second slam, but her attention was divided.

"You'll be lucky to walk out of here alive, you piece of shit!" Her rage blinded her, and before she knew it she was airborne again, going back for another hard landing on the back of her neck.

"UNGH!"

"Ohhhhhhh!" The crowd groaned, and then the chants started again. "Taaay-lor! Taaay-lor! Taaay-lor! Taaay-lor!"