Entropy Belt Match

"AAaaaaaaauiiiiiiiggghhhhh!" Natalia howled in pure agony as Taylor crushed her knee against the concrete. Tears bursted from her eyes as she pounded on the floor with her fist. And then Taylor left her made a mess rolling in the floor into fetal position to nurse her knee that was probably injured.

The crowd got on their feet as the referee continued the count and Natalia didn't seemed to be able to get up.

"Seventeen!" Yelled the ref and Natalia could barely raise her head to see the ring and Taylor standing in it waiting with a smug smile on her face. Natalia felt her blood boiling. There was that punk who had thrashed her the whole match, who had jealosuly messed up her pretty face just to ruin her moviestar career, who had sent her only friend...ex-friend... to the hospital heavy traumatized.

No. She was not going to let her have her way.

"Eighteen!" The referee continued, apparently slowing down the count just to avoid to have a count out in this match. Natalia slowly get up, having trouble to stand on that injured knee and stumbled towards the ring. The chants from her fans fueled her to make take the lasts steps.

"Nineteen!" The ref yelled. Natalia got to the ring apron and grabbed the ropes, pulling herself inside to barelky beat the count.

Taylor had plenty of time to watch Natalia struggle to get to her feet, and as she pulled herself up to the ring apron Taylor strolled over to meet her. She waited a few steps back. She didn't like seeing her opponent like this, even if it was Natalia. Why did all of her matches end up being such brutal wars or attrition?

One way or another, the end had to be near, and just knowing that gave Taylor the motivation to finish strong. While Natalia was pulling herself through the ropes, Taylor lunged and swung her leg out in a hard roundhouse kick aimed low at Natalia's knee.

Natalia slid into the ring to beat the count and the crowd gasped from the tension to the cheer wildly. Their cheers were interrupted by one of Natalia's piercing howls as Taylor kicked her injured knee. "Aiiiiiiiiiighhhhh!"

But the pain only made Natalia more furious, and she let herself feed on that anger, that hunger. She had nothing in her life but fighting and she wasn't going to let Taylor ruin her dreams. As Taylor recoiled her leg after the kick, Natalia pushed herself forward to grab that knee, trying to take Taylor down and straddle her up in one swift motion.

"Heyheyhey!" Taylor squawked. She hopped on one foot while Natalia pushed into her until she finally unbalanced her and brought her crashing down to the mat. She clenched her jaw as the impact jarred her hurt upper back and grabbed hold of Natalia's hair to give her some leverage.

Without thinking, she threw her legs up, wrapping one behind Natalia's head and the other under her arm and figure 4'ing them together, folding one knee around her other ankle. She shoved Natalia's caught arm across to put pressure on her neck and squeezed. It was the hold that had almost beaten Sarah Gatt, and that put Tai Kamiya away easily. It was her favorite choke, and it was about time for it to have a credible victory on record. She squeezed with everything she had.

Natalia struggled to bring down Taylor but once she got her down she moved quickly up to try to straddle her, unfortunately, not quickly enough. In an instant Taylor had her legs wrapped around Natalia's head and The Dream's arm trapped in a perfect triangle choke hold.

'Fuck no' Natalia thought in panic as she felt her breath being cut. She remained on her knees and struggled desperately, but she was too tired and Taylor hold was too tight. The Dream thought felt heart broken, trapped in a hold she knew was very hard to escape and could put her out in matter of seconds. She waved her free arm in the air trying to get the ropes but they were simply too far away.

Natalia knew she had to act or she was going to be history, so first she tuck her chin down against her chest, then she sunk on her hips to lay on her belly instead of stand in her knees, trying to ease the pressure of the legs; she then turned her head to her trapped arm to take the pressure off her larynx and buy herself a few more precious seconds of air; with her free hand, she grabbed Taylor's leg and pulled to the side, trying to get some more room to breathe, and then with a suddent move, she tried to roll her body to the side, trying to use her own weight to pull those constricting legs off her.

"Not... done...yet..." the blue-eyed and red-face cutie said as she struggled for survival.

"Oh man, c'mon..."

If Natalia were fresh, Taylor would be in trouble grappling with her. The beating she gave her early in the match was paying off, though Taylor wasn't in the best condition herself, Natalia had certainly got the worst of it so far. When the savvy grappler began to dutifully work her way out of Taylor's triangle, Taylor answered by smacking her elbow into the side of Natalia's head, just to soften her up.

When Natalia rolled, Taylor rolled with her, losing her triangle in the process but she kept hold of Natalia's arm. She scrambled partway to her feet and pulled Natalia's arm up behind her back, holding her wrist with both hands, and dropped down on one knee on Natalia's shoulder.

The battle had been long and intense and, unfortunately for her, The Dream had taken the worse of it. The crowd once again got on their feet as the triangle hold was locked knowing that it was almost always a match ender, but Natalia was a savvy wrestler and despite the beating she had taken and how weakened she was she kept struggling and skillfully managed to escape from Taylor's finisher...receiving a hard elbow to the head that left her seeing stars in the process.

But despite Natalia's impressive escape, her arm remained in Taylor's posession, and to make things worse, the blue-eyed cutie immediately realized it was her injured arm. Natalia was fighting like a fierce cat on her back, but she was now realizing how badly she had understimated Taylor. This punky-girl wasn't just a brawler, she was one seasoned all around fighter.

Natalia was truly fearful of what Taylor would do next to her injured arm, so she tried to pull it free, pushing with her other arm and her legs. "Let me goooo!" Natalia hisses desperately; she didn't had much strength left after such epic battle.

"In a minute..." Taylor growled.

She used her knee and Natalia's arm to leverage her opponent onto her stomach, and for a moment she planted her knee on her opponent's upper back to keep her still. She quickly but carefully wrapped her legs around Natalia's arm, holding it tightly to the side, and then interlaced her fingers over Natalia's mouth. She pulled, leaning back to lift her face up off the mat and wrench her neck back at a horrible angle while completely covering her mouth.

"I think we've heard enough out of you for one night." Taylor could feel Natalia weakening. She was exhausted, they both were, but she couldn't let up. Victory was so close... she had butterflies in her stomach as she imagined Natalia tapping out. She held nothing back, and pulled with everything she had, the strain clearly visible on her face.

Natalia's attempts to free her arm were useless, in the weakened state she was she barely had strength to keep fighting, but although her body didn't seemed to respond any more, her spirit kept her going, more out of pride than anything else. After all the bad blood she had with Taylor, she couldn't bare to lose to her. And just then the though crossed Natalia's head, this had gone way beyond a normal match, this was a rivalry.

The idea made Natalia want to fight even harder, but Taylor was now in control of her body. The Dream couldn't get up with Taylor's knee firmly pressing her back and down and then her arm was prefectly scissored by Taylor's sexy legs. "No no noooo!" Natalia almost begged as she felt how Taylor manuevered her, but soon her mouth was covered by Taylor's hands and her neck was bend horribly to the side.

Natalia's screams of agony were muted by Taylor's hands as the punky-girl applied a brutal crippler crossface hold. The blue-eyed cutie kicked her legs desperately in the floor and waved her hand in the air trying to reach the ropes to no avail. Tears soon began to flow down her cheeks to end in Taylor's hands.

The Dream didn't wanted to give up. She craved that title, that recognition, but more importantly she wanted to beat Taylor...her rival, but despite all the will in the world, her body just didn't responded and the excruciating pain of Taylor's perfectly applied hold was becoming simply unbearable.

Natalia raised her free hand and the ref got close to see if she tapped out, since it was impossible for her to give a verbal submission with Taylor's hands on her mouth. The cameras were all over the scene taking a close up of Natalia, but the blue-eyed cutie closed her hand into a fist and refused to give up.

Taylor took a couple deep breaths. She knew Natalia was a fighter, she never expected it would be easy to make her quit. She wondered, though, how far this would have to go before she did. She didn't relish the thought of seriously hurting Natalia, despite how she felt about her, or maybe because of how she felt about her, but this was her job. Their job. This was what they did, and tonight Taylor was on the winning end of the deal.

She gave her crossface hold a renewed burst of effort, pulling Natalia's neck back so far she was afraid something would break. Sweat ran down her face, and her wet, matted blue bangs stuck to her forehead. She could feel the sweat and the heat of Natalia's body beneath her, she felt the heaving of her back as her suffering opponent struggled to breathe. The thought occurred to her, that even though Taylor had got the better of her for much of the match, Natalia was the best opponent she'd ever faced. For a moment she felt like they had something in common that was bigger than whatever petty bad blood was between them. She felt a certain degree of respect for her, and in light of that, she only pulled harder.

"Fuck, Natalia, just tap!" She screamed.