Kelly Conway Vs. Taylor Parker

Kelly grit her teeth and shut her eyes tightly, holding Taylor as firmly as she could while the count went on from One... To Two and then....

"THREE!!!" Cried the Ref-girl as she called for the bell, causing it to ring violently as Kelly released the crucifix and flopped onto her back, laying flat on the mat as Flash Lights began to play.

"I... I won?" Kelly asked herself as she sat up, her arm then suddenly grabbed and raised by the Referee in front of thousands of dissapointed, booing fans.

"Heh-Heh... I Won! I WON! I WON!" Kelly started to yell as she sat on her knees, dragging her finger tips down her face as she looked around the arena, panting hard through her clinched teeth, overwhelmed with the feeling of total victory, feeling like she had just climbed a mountain, her head ringing and tailbone beyond sore.

And yet Kelly pulled herself to her feet and scrambled against the ropes, pulling herself into a nearby corner and raising her arms up in triumph.

"I... I'm the best! I'm The Best! I'M THE BEST!" She cried, lost in her own euphoria.

The word echoed in Taylor's head, and when she was finally free of the pin she sat upright, with her legs folded so that she sat between her ankles. Her jaw dropped, and she put her hands over her mouth.

She could not fucking believe what had just happened.

There was the three-count, the sound of the bell, the ravenous boos from the crowd, Kelly's delusional celebration... There was nothing else to say about it, Taylor had lost. After literally and figuratively kicking Kelly's ass all over the ring... Just like that, it was over.

She sat in the middle of the ring in absolute shock, unable to think of anything but two words: I lost.

Kelly just continued to eat up the celebration, hearing only her music and the sound of her own voice as she reveled in her victory, raising her hands in the air. She felt so powerful now! So cool! So awesome! Too awesome perhaps!

But her ass stung like the dickens, she didn't want to walk at all. She wanted someone to just carry her out instead because it felt like just taking a step ached like hell. But in the end she felt great, she had conquered Taylor Parker after a hellacious battle!

"S-See? See what happens when you don't take me seriously!? I bet you didn't! You spent ALL your time trying to hit my ass that you walked right into a stupid roll up! Hahaha! How does it feeeel, Parker? H-How..." And then Kelly hunched over, slowly but surely and carefully pulling herself out of the ring, stepping over and between ropes. If she was going to talk shit, she didn't want to be in the same ring with Taylor. The match was over, she didn't want to fight anymore. She did what she wanted to do.

"...How does it feeeel, Parker!? To suck!?" Kelly resumed from the ring apron.

Taylor wore a mask of grim disappointment while she endured Kelly's taunts. She reminded herself while she sat there on the mat that she couldn't just stay down, match or no match. She stood up. She still felt fresh, and she hadn't been hurt all that much in the match. She felt like she could go again right then. She wished that she could.

"Won't happen again," she said tersely. She folded her arms over her chest and cocked her hips while she waited for Kelly to get around to leaving.

Angel was not a happy woman. In fact, everyone that saw her as she rushed through the hallways of the backstage part of the arena could tell: she was pissed.

She had heard Taylor's promo. She had heard every single word of it, and she could not believe the nerve of her. The things she had said about Angel. About her not knowing anything about hard work. About putting everything in the ring, every single time. About passion. About family. Did she really think that Angel didn't know anything about family? The most important thing in her life? Or about working hard? Had Taylor never seen any of her matches?

Obviously she had, though. Even as Angel rushed through the halls, heading towards the entrance to the arena, she could still hear Taylor's words about her match with Nikolette. It had been almost a year and a half since then, and Angel still hated thinking about that night. She had snapped. She had went nuts and did things to Nikolette that she wished she could take back. It was something she honestly regretted, something that had haunted her every since. She knew Taylor had a point about that particular event. It was a mistake on Angel's part, and now it had been dug up from the past. Angel knew she would have to confront it now and handle it.

But even still, that didn't excuse anything else that Taylor had said. Not one single word of it.

Angel doubled her pace as she neared the arena entrance proper. Along the way, she passed by Kelly Conway, hesitating only a brief moment to note the satisfied look on the blonde's face. What the hell was she doing here? She shrugged it off though, and kept going, soon reaching the arena's entrance. Without waiting for any kind of cue or her music or a single thing, she exploded through the curtains into the arena, stomping onto the entrance stage, staring down towards the ring at Taylor...

...then finally put two and two together. Between the grin that Kelly wore, and the disappointed look on Taylor's face, it was pretty easy to put together what had happened. Kelly had gotten out here first, and had kicked Taylor's ass. Wonderful.

She stood there atop the ramp, staring down at the ring, waiting for Taylor to turn her gaze upon the Latina. Her arms hung at her sides, her hands slowly curling into a pair of tight fists, then uncurling again, then curling back up. Her entire body was tense. She was ready. Angel was mad, madder then she had been in a long time. She wanted nothing more then to run down to the ring and just unload on Taylor. She wanted to just yell and scream at her, she wanted to just beat the shit out of her and let everything that was inside of her back out. No one, no one was allowed to tell Angel she didn't know anything about working hard, or about family, or about fucking passion. She wanted to just run down to the ring and let it all out.

But she couldn't. Not like this.

It was taking everything she had to stop herself. It was taking every ounce of willpower she had not to give Taylor the beating of a lifetime, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. If she had gotten out here before Kelly? Then yes. She would be letting the blonde have it right now. But after a loss to Kelly? One that no doubt Kelly had given to her by unsavory means? Angel knew how that felt. She wasn't going to make this any worse for Taylor.

She stood there, just staring down at her. Her face was cold, stern, but her eyes were not. Her eyes burned hot, her gaze piercing at she stared down at Taylor. Not a single word passed her lips. Her body didn't make a single motion, aside from the movements of her fingers. Angel simple stood there, staring down at Taylor. Not today, she thought to herself, trying to calm herself down before she did something she would regret. Not today, Taylor. But just you wait. Just you wait...

After what felt like an eternity to her, Angel finally turned away from the arena, turned away from the ring. She gave one last glance back over her shoulder towards Taylor, her lips twisting into a sneer, then stepped away. She pushed back through the curtains, and out of sight. Just as quickly as she had appeared, the Latina was gone again.

Without Kelly there, forcing Taylor to posture and act tough, it was all the blonde could do to hold her head up. Gone was the indomitable spirit, the brash, cocky attitude, the fearless grin, the boundless energy. After everything, there was only one thing that could make her night worse...

...And there it was. She looked up the ramp at Angel, her eyes still red from Kelly's gouging. She didn't say anything. She had nothing to say. She was sure that Angel had plenty, despite her silence. Her cheeks flushed red and she wanted to hang her head in shame and disappear, but that certainly wasn't an option. Not in front of everyone.

She drew a breath and stood tall, shoulders back and head up, and told herself that even if she didn't have it right then, she would again soon. When Angel left without a word, Taylor knew that she'd have to face the music and eat a massive helping of her own words, and she sighed heavily as she stepped through the ropes and began to make her way up the ramp. Along the way, she took time to smile and greet and hug the fans, and she wasn't sure which of them wanted the hugs more.