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

So close. Angel was so close to finally ending this and securing her place as champion, but of course Taylor kicked free, throwing the Latina away from her. Stupid. Should have known better, Angel thought, slowly rolling over onto her hands and knees. She had to keep going. She had to force her body to keep moving and get back on Taylor and beat her back down again until this match belonged to her once more.

Angel raised a hand to her head, trying to ignore the hard pounding of her headache, as she started to rise up. As she moved up to her feet though, she heard the sound of Taylor's roar, looking towards her just in time to see the blonde lunging at her.

Thwack.

Taylor's hand smashed into Angel's chest, forcing the Latina to stumble back several steps. Her chest bounced as she staggered away, her hands reaching up to hold her chest gingerly. As if she wasn't hurting enough already, that had only made things worse.

She wasn't ready to give in yet, not because of a single simple chop. She turned her gaze back towards Taylor, her eyes afire as she suddenly lunged right back in towards her. The Latina's own arm raised up, drawing back as she approached the blonde, swinging sharply back towards her with a swift, hard chop of her own!

"Gah!"

Taylor staggered back a step as Angel's chop stung her chest, covering the spot with her hand. In this department, she had one advantage over the champ, at least. Her humble b-cups didn't get in the way of a chop nearly as easily as Angel's gigantic porno boobs.

She straightened up and stood defiantly in front of Angel as she wound up again and lunged forward to put her weight behind another heavy chop to the latina's chest. The crowd's reactions followed each one like an echo.

"Oohhhhh!"

Angel should have backed off. She should have just kicked Taylor in the face while she was winding up, or something.

But she wasn't going to that now, oh no. She stood her ground, bracing herself for Taylor's second chop. She even arched her back a little towards the challenger, as if inviting her in for her attack.

"Nnnng!"

She hissed sharply as Taylor's blow struck against her, her hand pounding against Angel's chest. She staggered back another pair of steps, but just like before, she came rushing back in. Her arm drove straight towards Taylor's chest, the Latina sending a second hard blow of her own directly at the girl.

Smack!

"Haaaaaa!" Taylor wailed as she staggered back and turned away from Angel. This was one battle she was not going to lose!

She tossed her pigtails back and turned to face Angel again. This time, she dashed toward her and dived into the air to put as much weight as she could behind an overhand chop that she swung at Angel's chest like an axe.

Angel raised an eyebrow, as Taylor came dashing back in towards her again. On one hand, part of her wanted to keep this contest up. She wanted to see which of them would back down first from an exchange of chops. In fact, if it had been a friendlier match, if is wasn't for her freaking title riding on the outcome of the match, she would have kept the contest going.

But, of course, there was nothing friendly about this match, and Angel was here to win.

As the blonde came flying through the air towards her, Angel took a pair of quick shuffling steps backwards. Then, up came her leg, firing straight towards Taylor once more, another kick intended to bring the blonde back down again. There wasn't as much power behind it as before, the champion feeling more fatigued and more weary as the match pushed further on, but Angel was sure of her aim and sure that Taylor wouldn't be expecting it.

"UNGH!"

Taylor's momentum only impaled her on Angel's boot. The kick dug into her stomach and her body folded around it for a moment before she dropped down to her knees, hugging her midsection. The pain was obvious on her face. The match was taking a toll, and it was adding up fast.

She immediately began to rise, but this time she was slow to get up. She ran at Angel again with a couple shaky steps before winging a wild overhand punch at the champ's head.

As her boot connected with Taylor's gut, Angel briefly wondered how many times Taylor was going to fall for that. She couldn't complain though. Nailing the blonde with kick after kick hadn't gotten old yet, and she seriously doubted it ever would.

She moved back in towards Taylor as the blonde came rushing at her. She noted how shaky Taylor's movements were, how much of her speed she had seemed to lose, and smiled, realizing that she was back in control of things. She shot her arm up to block Taylor's arm, stopping her wild punch, then flashed her challenger a quick grin. She brought her other arm up, and responded to Taylor in kind with a big, solid right hook, trying to simply clobber the punk right in her own head.

Taylor lost her balance when her punch hit nothing but air, and stumbled face-first into Angel's hook. It snapped her neck back and her knees gave out, and her face nearly bounced off the mat when she crumpled in place. She lay on the mat, sitting between her knees with her legs spread wide, her body folded over and flat on the mat. Her eyes were half open, and she was still for a moment before her body slowly, mechanically began to try to get up, working to get to her hands and knees.

Angel had to give Taylor credit for one thing: she was stubborn. Just as stubborn as Angel herself, if not more. Any other woman in the company would have given up by now, but not Taylor. The Latina stared as Taylor began to rise up again, shaking her head at the girl's insistence.

She gave a lil' shrug though, and leaned down towards her, grabbing Taylor by her pigtails. Taylor had 'helped' her up to her feet, time to repay the favor.

She gave the blonde a sharp jerk, bringing her back up to a standing position, before letting her go and grabbing for her arm. "Time to fly, chica," she teased, before suddenly swinging Taylor around, letting her go to whip the girl straight towards the ropes.

Taylor was hardly aware of where she was, but she knew she didn't want whatever Angel had coming for her. She made a small, hurt noise when Angel picked her up. She hung limp from her hair, and looked like she was out on her feet. It was by training and repetition alone that she stayed upright long enough to reach the ropes when Angel threw her, and she turned just in time to bounce off, leaving her helplessly hurtling back at Angel.