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

Angel landed neatly atop of Taylor after her tackle, and though she was ready to get up and try to mount the blonde, Taylor's legs crept up, wrapping themselves tight around her waist.

"Already told you, chica...you're not my type," Angel muttered, growling as she felt her foe's arms wrapping around her. She couldn't strike at Taylor's head like she had originally planned, but she still had an option. She bent one of her arms upwards, balling her hand into a tight fist. Then, she simply tried to ram it to the side, trying to strike it against Taylor's ribs. She couldn't do much else, wrapped up in Taylor's embrace like this, but if the blonde wanted to waste her energy keeping her restrained, then Angel was more then happy to let her.

Taylor calmly kept her hands clasped behind Angel and held her tightly down against her, drawing long, measured breaths.

Shit.

Cassie always made this look so easy. She tried to imagine what Cassie would do, but fighting from her back was not Taylor's strong point. She kept coming up with Cassie being on her back, and then yadda yadda something amazing happens. She scowled, and braced herself to eat Angel's short punches to her ribs. She had to do something.

She stayed focused, but she could always talk while she worked out her next move. "Was Nikolette your type?" She whispered in Angel's ear.

Angel paused her punching for a brief moment, her reply to Taylor quick and effortless, her voice a hushed whisper. "Nah. Akashi's more my type, you know? It's fun seeing how loud I can make the sumo squeal!"

Once the words had left her mouth, Angel pulled back her fist again, and started to drive it into Taylor again, pounding her ribs as hard as she could. She didn't mind being 'trapped' in this position, not when it meant she could hammer at Taylor's body so easily!

"Damn," Taylor hissed, gritting her teeth while Angel resumed pounding away with her short punches. "No one's ever talked shit about- erk! Akashi to get at me before."

Fuck this fake-ass piece of shit, Taylor wasn't just going to lie there and take this. It wasn't the crack about Akashi that bothered her, it's that she didn't actually give a shit about Nikolette. She was all talk.

Taylor timed Angel's next punch, and when she pulled her fist back Taylor shot an arm down under Angel's shoulder. She wrapped her other arm over the shoulder and clasped her hands to yank Angel down, kicked against the mat to twist her body to the side, and threw up a leg to try to hook Angel's head so that she could shove her onto her back and into an armbar. It was not as fast or as clean as Cassie's, but it might show Angel that Taylor was never helpless.

"It's not talking shit if it's true, chica!" Angel whispered back at Taylor, unrelenting with her punches, pounding at her again and again, with as much strength as she could muster from that position. She let out a soft gasp, acting as if she was surprised, before she continued. "Or did the sumo forget to mention how much we've been hanging out together lately, hmm?"

She could tell from Taylor's hiss, from the sound of her voice, that her punches were having at least some effect, and really, that was all she needed to know. She pulled back her arm again, ready to fire off another blow towards Taylor, only to be caught by surprise as the blonde finally shifted her position, snagging Angel's arm and pulling her to the side, right into the armbar.

To her credit though, Angel was quick to react as Taylor rolled her into the armbar. As her arm was snagged, the Latina began to pull it back towards herself, giving her arm a sharp, sudden yank attempting to not only jerk it out of Taylor's grip, but to twist her body away from the blonde, trying to roll to the side away from her.

Taylor scowled as Angel's arm slipped out of her hands before she could lock in the hold. She kicked her legs up and rolled back over her shoulder and back to her feet, with some space between herself and Angel.

"Good for you..." She said. So what if she was... involved with Akashi. Akashi slept with everyone, that was no big secret. But why would Akashi not have told her?

She shook her head and paced along to the ropes. She had to keep her head together. No distractions. This was what Junko warned her about. She couldn't let Angel get in her head. This was too important.

"Maybe you want to talk shit about my dad, while you're at it?" She spat, and sprung at Angel. She ran at full speed and leapt up high, throwing her knee up and aiming this time to smash Angel in the chin. That would shut her up.

Angel quickly rolled away from Taylor, once she felt her arm fully snap free from her grip, and pushed up to her hands and knees. She whipped her head around towards the blonde, watching her carefully as she rose up to her feet. This was it. She could slow feeling the tides shifting in her favor. She could tell that Taylor was growing more annoyed, and that was good. She could use that. She just had to be careful and not lower her guard again.

"Oh, I would, chica, but unlike some people, I don't talk shit about people's families," she fired right back at her, the words barely leaving her mouth before Taylor came darting across the ring towards her. There was that speed again, that horrible speed that Taylor had used to bring so many people down.

Not this time, though.

As soon as Taylor drew closer and leaped through the air towards her, Angel threw herself to the side, letting her instincts take over and just narrowing getting out of the way before that knee could hit her. "Too slow!" she shouted angrily at Taylor, twisting back around to face the blonde, letting her unhurt leg cut through the air again as she swung it suddenly towards Taylor, another kick whistling towards her. One hit, that's all she needed. She didn't care where, she just needed one big, solid hit to keep Taylor from building any more momentum.

"Guhhh!"

Angel's shin slammed into Taylor's stomach while she was still in midair. She dropped for a rough landing on her hands and knees, and even then she didn't stop moving. She scrambled forward, one hand on her stomach, until she got her feet under her. Without full turning to face her, Taylor took a shuffle step back toward Angel and thrust at her with a very hasty, but very pretty, high sidekick, aimed for her face.

"What's wrong, Sparkles?" Angel crowed at the blonde, watching her scramble away. "No cocky lil' insults left for me?" She was ready, her body rigid, ready to explode in reaction to whatever Taylor had next for her. This was her moment, the big chance to turn it around, and she wasn't going to waste it.

So when Taylor's leg suddenly shot up, snapping towards her, the Latina did just that. She exploded, her arms suddenly flying upwards, just barely in time to catch Taylor's kick. "I don't think so, chica!" she shouted again at her, suddenly giving her leg a sharp twist inwards, trying to bring Taylor back down to the mat with a quick dragon screw. "You're too slow again!"

"Gaaaah!" Taylor tried to give with the dragon screw to save her leg, with a pained and frustrated cry. She hit the mat and immediately tucked her legs under her to get back up, and found a sharp pain in her knee, the one Angel had just torqued was the same one she had hyperextended earlier with a kick. Her first hasty attempt to get up just saw her leg wobble, but she carried more weight on her other leg and was on her feet.

Of all the things Taylor had ever been called, and there were a lot, too slow was total fucking bullshit. Fuck this bitch!

"You dirty fucking cocksucker," she snarled, and then immediately hoped the ring microphones hadn't picked that up. She flexed her knee and planted her feet before throwing herself at Angel again, swinging her left arm out in a broad arc aimed for the champ's neck for a heavy clothesline.