Entropy Belt Match

"Ok...ok... I'm sorry..." Natalia said pouting. She loved playing mind games and she had grown up around manipulative backstabbers of the worse kind, so although for Natalia it was nothing like funny little games, her teasing sometimes went too far. She now had the impression that Taylor, as tough as she physically, was quite fragile emotionally. "I'll shut up..." Natalia said ashamed hanging her head.

Taking a deep breathe and letting out a sigh, Natalia raise her head to look at Taylor. "...sorry..." she said one last time before getting back into her wrestling stance. Natalia will circle with Taylor like dancing until she found herself close enough to lunge for her opponent. The Dream trie to put her hands on Taylor's shoulders and then lift her right knee aiming for her opponent's belly button.

"You are so not sorry." Taylor said flatly, never taking her eyes off her opponent. Natalia wasn't the only one that could get under someone's skin... Well, that sort of went without saying.

She waited for Natalia to approach, and as soon as she lunged Taylor slapped to the side with both hands at her arm and leaped away, letting Natalia's knee sail wide while she rapidly circled around and backpedaled. Taylor was going to make this a long night for her one way or another. Maybe she was giving her time to recover some more from the beating she gave her early in the match, but she wanted to make her hesitate. She wanted to make her stop and think before coming in at her. She wanted to steal Natalia's confidence like she had tried to steal hers, but she wanted to do it fighting, not talking.

The Dream stumbled forward after Taylor graciously avoided her attack. She ended up on the ropes using them to avoid falling and turned around to face the incomming counter attack but there was none. Natalia looked at Taylor backpedal and raised an eyebrow. She took a few breaths and kept watching at Taylor wondering why the punky-girl hadn't attacked.

It was clear that Taylor was still mad and althought infuriating an opponent was always part of Natalia's strategy she felt kind of guilty this time. The Dream felt a strange vibe of seriousness in Taylor's anger and she didn't liked it. "Lets talk about it after the fight..." she said as she resumed her fighting stance and began to approach Taylor again.

It was so hard to catch this girl; so far the only ways she have had to catch her were by either tricking her to lock up, which would most likely not work again, and by taking a hit as a tradeoff. Natalia took her time to study Taylor's stance and then she lunged forward, pretending she was going to lock up with Taylor to jump to the side in the last second and swing her leg aiming a roundhouse kick to Taylor's left knee.

Taylor stared silently back at Natalia while shaking some tension out of her sore arm. They'd talk afterward, she was sure. Taylor would help her up, shake her hand, say "Good match", and be done with it. But she felt no need to be friends with her. This chick had a screw loose. It was like she couldn't even imagine considering anyone else or how they felt, like a true sociopath. Taylor didn't think she'd ever disliked someone so intensely, but in what was nothing short of a miracle for Taylor, she held her temper back, seething and ready to explode.

Since she wasn't trying to stay in range enough to counter attack, getting away from Natalia's next advance was simple. She put her hands up to lock up with her, knowing full well that the dirty bitch had no intention of trying to lock up with her, and skipped back easily to keep her just out of range. She pulled her front leg back to let Natalia's kick hit nothing but air.

She wagged a finger at her. "No. You're telegraphing. If you're going to fake the tie up, you have to ACT like you plan on actually LOCKING UP. Find something new, and please try to take some fucking care in how you execute it, a'right?" She lectured, in a very uncharacteristic tone. She wrinkled her nose at Natalia and her attempts at catching her. With Taylor's perfectionist tenancies, and how demanding of herself she was in training, it was not a stretch at all for her to criticize Natalia. All she had to do was say to her the things she'd say to herself.

"And by the way..." She said, briefly turning to face the crowd and throwing up both arms dramatically, striking a pose and calling for cheers. The crowd roared back. "They ARE cheering for ME."

The kick hit nothing but air and Natalia once again had to stumble forward to recover her balance. As if it wasn't enough humiliation she had to stand Taylor's lecture which hurt much more because she knew the punky wrestler was right. This surprised Natalia, she never though someone as wild as Taylor, a punk on top of that, would be so methodic and perfectionist.

But what turly shocked The Dream was to see Taylor turn around to play with the crowd and hear the crownd answer! Natalia's cute jaw dropped as she stepped back looking down and feeling down.

For The Dream 'the crowd' was an entity, she had trouble to recognize it as something composed by individual people. It was a thing, a beast that loved her and her only friend. But they were now cheering for Taylor, chanting her opponent's name. She felt heartbroken. Now that she had lost Adrian and, apparently 'the crowd' too, Natalia felt truly alone again.

She raised her eyes to give Taylor a sour grim resentful stare. "...enjoy it..." she said in a extremely cold tone. And then she rushed at Taylor crossing one leg behind the other in a shuffle side step to then raise her leading leg high aiming to hit the punky girl with kick to the chin.

"I won't let them down." Taylor said, returning Natalia's glare with a bright grin and eyes that were all business.

Natalia made her approach. This time Taylor wasn't running away. She went in low, narrowly avoiding bring knocked silly by the kick, and dove on Natalia's standing leg to tackle her down to the mat. She'd never felt so determined in her life. It was as if everything that she'd worked for was finally coming together. Now all she had to do was make Natalia quit one more time, and that couldn't be too hard. She looked close to quitting as it was.

Natalia gasped as her kick missed and soon she felt Taylor hugging her supporting leg to take her down to the canvas. She could head the roar of the crowd but she didn´t cared anymore. It was always the same, crowds were capricious beasts that needed to be pleased and teased to ear their favor, it was easy to lose them and easy to win them back. Ultimately, it didn´t mattered, Natalia told herself with a grim smile. " Good for you, Taylor-chan. One must always know why they fight. You...you have good friends... people that love you...and care about you... but.... it is not enough..." Natalia said from the ground, staring at the ring-lights like hypnotized by them for a second.

"You have never fought someone like me, Taylor-chan..." Natalia bragged as she raised her head with a dead look on her suddenly cold blue eyes.

The way she had been taken to the canvas had made Natalia´s legs fall on top of Taylor, having one leg above the punky fighter and the other one underneath her made the blue-eyed cutie react almost by instinct. Her long toned sexy legs moved as if they had a mind of their own and like two vicious snakes tried to wrap around Taylor´s head and neck in a tangled scissors sort of move. To help them out Natalia reached for Taylor´s pigtails and yanked them furiously, trying to expose Taylor´s vulnerable neck for her legs. "I live to fight...." Natalia would say with a strange cold fury. "...I fight to live..."

Taylor's first instincts were to argue and shout Natalia down, but she realized in that moment that she really did have people that cared about her, and that fact alone had made all the difference in the last year of her life.

Taylor's upper lip curled. "You've clearly never fought anyone like- erk!" Natalia's legs constricted around Taylor's neck. She tried to keep her chin tucked down to resist the choke, but Natalia's hairpulling forced her head up and then her legs were firmly clamped down.

She couldn't make a sound. She grabbed blindly at Natalia's legs, but didn't have the strength or leverage to pull them apart. In the shock of her sudden predicament, and the small burst of panic that set in when she could neither breathe nor escape immediately, Taylor couldn't stay calm enough to think through an escape. She was in more trouble than she wanted to admit.

She pushed herself up on her feet, and with her head stuck down low her small pleated skirt flopped up over her waist, giving the crowd an embarrassing view of her black bikini-bottomed butt. She tried to set up the usual front flip onto her back to screw up the Natalia's angle, but with how firmly the hold was sunk in she'd only end up breaking her neck in the process. She fell on her side and tried wedging her fingers between Natalia's leather-clad legs and created enough space to hold on and keep from passing out, though she was obviously suffering.

"Oh...I have..." Natalia said with a cute evil grin in her sensuous lips; although Taylor hadn't finished her sentence, Natalia knew exactly what she meant. "I have fought many like you..." she added, stretching her legs to interlock the ankles.

Holding Taylor's pigtails to secure the scissors, Natalia leaned on her side and poured all the power of her legs and toned abs on Taylor's sexy neck as if she was trying to cut her head off. "Girls with talent...girls with spirit...girls with everything to be great...that just don't make it..." she contined as she progressively increased the pressure. "You know why you always fail, Taylor-chan?...You understand why you will lose?" Natalia asked enigmatically as she continued trying to put Taylor out.

Fuuuuuuck!

Taylor could find no relief, and her best efforts only seemed to be delaying the inevitable. Unless Natalia's legs got tired, which was a real possibility, she was done. Maybe that was wishful thinking... The worst part was that even with Natalia's legs clamped around her neck, with all the effort and straining and all the noise from the crowd, she could not block out the sound of Natalia's voice. Her words were like poison. Obviously she walk just talking shit and trying to get in Taylor's head, but the part of Taylor that still thought of herself as a failure, a nobody, couldn't ignore her.

Fuck her! Taylor screamed at herself. She wasn't going to lose. She couldn't. Whatever kind of crazy Natalia suffered from, it would never come close to matching Taylor's strength, even as new as it was.

In the meantime, though, she was in serious trouble as the edges of her vision began to dim. She could only manage short, intermittent, unfulfilling gasps, and it wasn't enough. She pounded her hands against Natalia's thighs and threw short uppercuts into her hamstrings, but she could feel herself weakening.

The screaming crowd was on their feet, waiting to see if Taylor would tap or somehow miraculously escape.