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

For a moment, Kelly had Taylor folded perfectly for a pin but rather than hold it, Kelly let the two of them slump over onto their sides while still keeping her grip on Taylor and refusing to let up. But nevertheless, the two slams had Kelly panting against the upper back and neck of Taylor, getting no rest when she did those back to back suplexes.

But still Kelly pressed on, saving her words for later as she tried to haul Taylor up yet again while the crowd roared for her, intent on silencing them as she tried to once again bend her knees and lift with all she had.

"HNNNAAAAHHH!!" The champion gave a mighty cry as she went for the lift, trying to slam Taylor down yet again on her neck and shoulders with a final, releasing German Suplex.

"Fuck..."

Taylor muttered, dizzy from the chain of suplexes, as the two of them again found their feet, with Kelly still attached to her from behind. Kelly squeezed again to lift her, and this time Taylor wrapped a leg around Kelly's, keeping her from being able to fully lift her off the mat.

On the way back down, she tucked her upper body down into a roll and grabbed for Kelly's leg, using the momentum to pull Kelly forward and put her on her stomach while Taylor ended up on her back. She quickly snaked her arms around Kelly's foot and ankle and twisted outward, tearing at the champion's knee.

She bared her teeth, and her every muscle strained to rip Kelly's leg off, while the crowd roared in ecstasy at the reversal.

Kelly went for the lift and barely budged Taylor off the mat. She grunted and lifted again but nothing happened!

"Fuck! Quit it!" Kelly whined, huffing and panting over Taylor's shoulder before she felt the punk roll forward, throwing Kelly flat on her front, hitting the mat with a hard grunt. Her eyes shot wide with fear as she fought to get away but it was too late.

"AAAUUUGHHH!!" Kelly circled, arching her back and gritting her teeth as painful pressure was a horrid strain was put on her leg.

The ref girl kneeled next to Kelly while the crowd roared with excitement. "Give up!?" She asked while the champion violently shook her head left to right. "NO! NO!" She cried as she pawed for the ropes at her side, trying to drag herself there before Taylor destroyed her leg.

Taylor looked up to see the ropes looming too close for comfort. Still holding Kelly's leg, she stood up and dragged Kelly toward the middle of the ring, and then turned around and tucked the champ's foot under her arm and quickly had her body bent in her signature single leg crab.

She pulled Kelly's hips up off the mat so that she could bend her spine even more sharply, and she pulled almost straight down on her leg. If Kelly was more flexible, she might've been able to kick her in the head with her own foot.

"Maybe I'll be the one that retires Kelly Conway," she seethed through clenched teeth. "I'll make sure you never want to look at a ring again."

"NONONONO!!!" Kelly cried as Taylor drug her away, leaving the champ to claw at the mat frantically before she found herself in herself in the center of the ring, squirming violently before feeling Taylor's dreaded single leg crab that tore right into her leg! Feeling her spine, her hip. her whole leg being hyper extended into in a way they werent meant to go!

"F-F-UUCKK!" Kelly screamed as her eyes welled up with water, pounding her fists against the mat as she trashed angrily as she endured this horrid pain, digging her nails into her scalp as she reached for those ropes she couldn't crawl towards.

"F-FUUCK! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Kelly screamed, trying to throw random elbows into her lower back if she could reach!

"K-Keep ...Talking shit!! H-HAAHH!!"

Taylor turned slightly and planted one boot on Kelly's back, between her shoulder blades, while she hauled on the girl's leg and contorted her body into a horrible position.

"Kelly, fuck you," she spat. "This is another difference between me and you. When I want to ruin someone's leg for the rest of their life, I do it myself, in the ring."

She gave the leg a jerk and pulled her arm to twist Kelly's heel a little more. Aside from a few hiccups, Taylor had been in control of the match so far, and the crowd began chanting for the submission.

"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!"

"And where's your crew, anyway? Shouldn't they be trying to ruin this for me by now?"

"Rrrrrhh!!" Kelly growled as her leg was torqued by Taylor, crying out when she felt the woman's boot going between her shoulders.

She growled and pounded at the mat as she endured this horrid tearing to her leg, a sudden jerk making the champion's eyes shoot wide as she screamed yet again. "AAAUUHH!!" Her howls echoed the arena and were picked up on all the monitors.

"I...I don't need my crew.... To ruin you! A-HHHH" Kelly wanted to say more, but the pain was too much.

"Do you submit!?" Cried the ref girl, so eerily close to Kelly as she lay stuck under Taylor, quivering in agony, looking up at the ref with teary eyes and a red face as she reached for the ref's hands. "R-Ref!" Kelly exclaimed in desperation as she gave a hardy yank down on the Ref's arm, 'accidentally' pulled her down so she tumbled off balance into Taylor!

"Gah!"

Taylor dropped Kelly's leg and stumbled forward when the ref crashed into her. While hanging off of Kelly's leg with her single leg, it didn't take much outside interference to upset her balance.

"You good?" She checked with the ref, while she stepped around her. She hit her springy kickboxing stance for a split second before snapping a fast roundhouse at Kelly's leg, looking to slam her shin guard into the same battered knee.

"Uh....Huuh..." Kelly flopped flat to the mat as her leg was dropped, feeling the same horrible pain coursing through her leg and lower back but not tending to her wounds at all. Instead she was scrambling to get up, hobbling on her one leg before Taylor's shin checked her knee!

"NNHH!" The crowd roared as the champion's knee was checked. The loud smack of Taylor's padded shin was heard all over the arena as it slammed against Kelly's knee. The champion grit her teeth as her eyes welled up with water, her leg buckling and shaking as she wobbled backwards into a stumble before falling against a corner with her arms draped over the ropes as she kept her weakened left leg slightly raised off the mat to relive pressure on the knee.

Taylor paced after Kelly until she stood in front of her in the corner in her stance, just out of reach and poised to kick. Everyone in the arena knew what was coming, and with Kelly less able to get out of the way.

Taylor turned her shoulders and picked up her leg to drill Kelly's wounded knee again, but the kick never came. She grinned and wagged a finger, and then suddenly leapt in, pressing her body against Kelly's and standing on the bottom ropes. She grabbed Kelly's head and pulled it into her (admittedly limited) cleavage and kept her pinned there in the corner.

The ref saw fit to start a count to get Kelly out of the corner. "One! Two!"

"Aw, c'mon!" Taylor cheerfully complained. The crowd ate it up, and maaaybe Taylor was having a little too much fun...