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

As she released Taylor from her grip, Angel spun away from her, dashing towards the opposite ropes, letting her body hit them and rebound back towards the center of the ring. She was tired, exhausted, and ready to drop, but she still had enough energy left to try something a little bit bigger.

As Taylor ran back towards her, and she towards the blonde, Angel suddenly leaped up towards her, twisting her body in mid-air, thrusting her legs towards her. She was trying to plant a big dropkick of her own right into Taylor's chest, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine after making the Latina go through so many of her own!

Taylor couldn't hope to get out of the way. She took both boots to the chest so hard it felt like her whole rib cage had collapsed, and she went down on her back hard. She barely moved. Only a slight arching of her back while she struggled to take a breath. Her foot rose and fell back to the mat. Her best efforts to get back to her feet and keep fighting amounted to absolutely nothing.

As satisfying as it felt to make Taylor eat a dropkick, Angel regretted it almost as soon as it happened. She dropped to the mat afterwards, and sat up, clutching at her hurting leg with both hands, holding her knee. She should have known better then to risk herself like that. Her leg was hurting even worse then before now. She was probably going to have to take some time off after the match to let herself heal up.

It would be worth it though, as long as she won. She looked towards Taylor, at the girl barely moving near her. Angel rolled over, and started to crawl towards her, sliding atop of Taylor's body to try and pin her. She reached for Taylor's leg, going to lift it up to secure the pin, and then...

"No," Angel suddenly whispered, turning her head to look down at her. "You won't go down that easy, will you?" She shook her head and sat up again, slowly rising up to her feet. She needed to make sure that Taylor wasn't going to kick out. She needed to put her away for good.

One more time, she reached down to grab Taylor by her pigtails, pulling her up to her feet. Once she was standing, she jerked her back down, forcing her to bend over in front of her, then leaned down, going to wrap her arms around Taylor's waist. Then, with no small amount of effort, the Latina summoning up every ounce of strength she had left, she began to lift Taylor up, trying to haul the blonde off her feet and up onto her shoulders, trying to set Taylor up for a big, finishing powerbomb.

"TAYLOR-CHAN KEEP FIGHTING!" Junko screamed as she watched Taylor flop. Her face was red and she bit her lip. The match was getting to her and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Taylor was almost relieved to feel Angel start to pin her, a feeling that she immediately loathed, but the pin never came. She was just lucid enough to fit a feeling of dread like a brick in the pit of her stomach as Angel again, painfully, pulled her up. Her rubber legs barely held her up as she was bent over and trapped between Angel's legs.

She was vaguely aware of Junko, somewhere outside the ring, shouting at her. She couldn't let Junko down. She couldn't let her dad down. She couldn't let Angel win. She couldn't miss this opportunity.

She dug deep to find the strength to resist, and pushed her palms against Angel's thighs to try to pry her head free. She lifted up a boot and stomped down on Angel's foot. Anything to get her to let go. Anything to buy precious seconds.

Angel growled, as she felt Taylor resisting her, trying to fight back. She plants her feet firmly against the mat, keeping her from prying open her thighs. She winced as Taylor stomped at her foot, but refused to give in, she refused to let Taylor gain even an inch against her. She wrapped her arms tight around the blonde, and with everything she had she raised her up into the air, lifting her up and setting her upon her shoulders.

With a few slow, shaky steps, she turned towards the center of the ring, her legs wobbling as she made her way towards it. She had to make sure Taylor wasn't near the ropes. She wasn't going to risk her getting a rope break or some nonsense. She had to make sure that this time, Taylor was going down and she was staying down.

Once she neared the center of the ring, she stood there for a moment, Angel feeling her body weakening, telling her to drop Taylor and end it. So, she did just that.

With a final, powerful roar, Angel dropped the blonde down with her powerbomb, using everything, everything she had left. Every bit of strength left in her body was used, slamming Taylor straight towards the center of the ring.

It was hard to watch. Taylor hit the mat with a sickening crack. Her head bounced off the mat and her arms fell uselessly out to her sides, and she showed not even a reaction, not a single sign of life.

She laid spreadeagled on the mat, unconscious, eyes closed, golden hair splayed out, her flame extinguished and all her determination shattered.

Angel sat there for a moment after her powerbomb, her head hanging low, her breath slow, ragged. Her entire body ached, her knee ready to kill her, her head pounding like a steel drum. She wanted to just fall back and rest, just let her body have a break.

But she couldn't. She had to finally end this.

She slipped towards Taylor, sliding onto her once again, her body pressing down against Taylor's as she covered her for the pin, for real this time. She closed her eyes, not even bothering to lift Taylor's leg, as the referee dropped down, slapping the mat and beginning the count.

"ONE!"

"TWO! THREE!" The bell rang.

Taylor didn't move a muscle. It was a long moment before even her eyelids fluttered slightly, but her body was spent, and she was hurt. She laid flat on the mat under Angel until the ref helped the champ off of her and raised her hand in victory. Her belt was waiting for her in the corner. Taylor's had only a t-shirt with her father's name across it. She was every bit as much a miserable failure as he was.

Everything hurt. Taylor wished she could stay unconscious forever. Each step closer to lucidity only brought more pain, and she couldn't imagine facing the reality of what had happened. She just wanted to sleep.

It took a few moments after the bell rang for Angel to finally realize it had happened. She looked up, her lips twisting into a wide grin, and accepted the referee's hand, letting her pull the Latina up to her feet.

She stood there over Taylor, thrusting her hands victoriously into the air above herself, basking in her victory as the referee brought her the title belt back. Once she did, Angel headed to the corner, climbing up to the top of it. She raised her belt up into the air, holding it proudly aloft, letting everyone see it. The audience, the cameras, everyone. Angel was the champion. Not Taylor, not anyone else. She had taken everything the blonde had thrown at her and gave it back double, putting the girl down and leaving her a broken mess behind her.

It felt good. It felt damn good. It was the big, solid win that Angel had wanted. No, that she needed. Now no one could say that she didn't deserve her title. No one. She had earned it through her sweat and her blood, and tonight she had proven just why she was held the title of champion and not anyone else.

She soon hopped off of the corner, and glanced towards Taylor. There was so much she wanted to say to her. Part of her wanted to see if she was okay, but part of her just wanted to go off on her, wanted to rub her victory into the punk's face. She wouldn't though. She was better then that. Stronger then that.

Not to mention, she knew what it was like to lose a big match like this. There was nothing she could say that would help Taylor, and nothing that she could say that could make her feel any worse then she was going to feel already.

She took a few more moments to pose in the ring, then slowly headed to the ropes, sliding out of the ring, tossing her belt over her shoulder. She started to make her way towards the entrance ramp, ready to go and get some rest, but along the way she couldn't help herself from getting in one more word.

"Hey, Junky?" she teased, as she headed by the older woman, meeting her gaze for a brief moment. "You might want to hurry and check on Sparkles in there. I might have went just a little too far there at the end, you know?"

With that said, she continued on her way, slowly hobbling up the ramp and towards the backstage. She was exhausted, slowly panting with each step, her dark, sweaty skin glistening under the bright lights of the arena. She could barely move, and her entire body felt like it was going to collapse.

But even so, she still felt good.