AFW Title Match: Angel (c) Vs. Taylor Parker

Angel braced herself, as Taylor suddenly lunged in towards her, trying to shove her back. Her smile dropped off of her face, as she suddenly grew serious. This was it. Time to start things for real. She grit her teeth, focusing as she began to push back towards Taylor.

She took a small step backwards, trying to hold her ground against the blonde, but she realized quick that Taylor held an advantage. Angel's body might have had most of it's strength in it's lower half, but she was still no slouch in her upper body strength. Even so though, she had to admit to herself that Taylor was stronger here, as she took another step backwards, straining to push back against her. Then another step, the Latina realizing she was drawing closer towards the corner.

"Tch..." came the soft noise through her teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face. She tried to plant her feet solidly against the mat again, trying to double her efforts and stop Taylor's movement, trying to draw up her strength and push back against the blonde.

Taylor sneered through clenched teeth as she made progress. Having a strength advantage over anyone still seemed a little surreal after having started her career as a skinny waif of a girl, but a lot had changed over the years.

Angel's renewed effort put a stop her progress, and without missing a beat Taylor suddenly yanked her forward instead. She turned her hip into Angel's gut and twisted, using the girl's own effort to fling her head over heels over her hip at the mat.

Angel kept pushing forward, kept trying to turn the situation around and overpower Taylor instead of things being the other way around. She smirked at Taylor's sneer, the sight only causing her to try and push harder, knowing she could do this.

But then, as if out of nowhere, Taylor suddenly pulled her forwards, and then the next thing Angel knew, she was being tossed through the air, hitting the mat with an audible thud.

Should have expected that, she thought to herself, the Latina quickly pushing herself up, trying to rise back up to her feet. A hint of worry rushed through her mind though, knowing that she was down and Taylor was up, and therefore the blonde held every advantage at the moment.

An electric thrill shot through Taylor's chest from having floored the champ so quickly, but she allowed herself no time to indulge the feeling. She stepped to the side once, moving slightly behind where Angel couldn't quite see, and the torqued her hips and fired a blindingly fast roundhouse kick, aiming to slam her shin into Angel's ribs while the girl was getting up.

Angel began to rise, her head quickly looking back and forth for Taylor. When she couldn't see the girl, she glanced back over her shoulder, just in time for Taylor's roundhouse to slam right into her ribs, sending her back down to the canvas.

"Gaaa!" The Latina shouted out, wincing from the pure power of the blonde's kick, the impact leaving her sprawling at Taylor's feet again. She tried to push up to her hands and knees, one hand gently rubbing at the place where she took the kick, and it was obvious that she was moving a little slower then before.

Taylor hopped over Angel's body to stand behind her and grabbed two fistfuls of the latina's short white hair. She yanked her indelicately to her feet and jumped, tucking her knees up against Angel's back and falling on her back, using the impact to drive all the air from the champion's lungs.

Angel growled softly, as she felt Taylor's hands grabbing at her hair. Within a second, she was on her feet, and within another second, she was back down again, her eyes going wide as Taylor's knees drove themselves into her back, causing the Latina to let out a silent yell as she bounced off of them.

This wasn't good. It was only a few minutes into the match and Taylor was already making her look like she was nothing. She had to turn this back around, she had to live up to all of her own boasting and big words about being the best.

She was hurting though, and it wasn't going to be easy. Nevertheless, Angel began to roll away from Taylor, forcing herself to move and try to put some distance between the two of them.

"Keep up the pressure, Taylor-chan!"

Junko screamed from her position outside of the ring. She pounded the apron and then turned around, urging the crowd to clap their hands in support of Taylor while she raised her hands above her head and slapped them together.

Taylor wore a wild-eyed grin as she rapidly stalked after Angel like a predator about to make a kill. She didn't want to give Angel an inch or a moment to breathe, and she was relentless with her assault, breathlessly spurred on by the crowd.

She sprinted the last few feet to Angel and leapt over her to plant her feet on the middle rope behind her. She jumped off and dropped straight down with her knee aimed for Angel's back.

Angel, however, wasn't going to just lie there and take Taylor's assault any longer.

The sound of the blonde's footsteps pounding against the mat brought her back to reality, and she glanced upwards just in time to see Taylor leaping towards the ropes. With quick explosion of energy, she planted her hands against the mat and suddenly rolled herself out of the way, leaving nothing but canvas for Taylor's knee to strike.