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

Angel backed off from from Taylor, letting her try to get up. She didn't mind biding her time, waiting for the right moment to launch back into an attack, especially given that she seemed to have finally cracked the blonde's shell. The blonde seemed legit pissed now, and Angel was more then willing to try and turn that anger against her.

As Taylor lunged at her with the clothesline, the Latina dashed forward, ducking under her arm and coming up behind her. She whirled around to face Taylor again, adopting an expression of mock surprise, raising a hand to her mouth. "Such language, Miss Parker!" she mockingly cried out towards her. "Do you really use that kind of language in front of your mother?" She grinned, taking a step back from Taylor, gesturing with both hands for her to bring it on again. "But maybe you should try again. Maybe this time you can catch me!"

"Rrrrrraaah!" Taylor shouted in frustration. She clenched her fists until her knuckles were white and spun to face Angel again, holding herself in a low half-crouch with her hands ready in front of her. She had built up such an early lead, and now she felt it slipping away from her while this smug bitch talked shit about her!

This time she had nothing to say. Without another moment of hesitation, she stepped in low, crouching down before springing up high and kicking her boots out at Angel's upper chest in a trademark dropkick.

Junko could see Angel starting to get inside of Taylor's head. It was exactly what she told Taylor NOT to do! Junko began to pace back along the apron until she could take no more and pounded the ring.

"Dammit, Taylor! Clear your HEAD!"

"Calm down, chica!" Angel called to Taylor, staying in a ready, defensive position. Her grin only grew wider, the Latina taking a slow step backwards as Taylor turned her way. "You look like you're going to bust a vein or something!"

When Taylor jumped up for her dropkick, Angel started to shuffle back from her, but she was just a bit too late. She hadn't been expecting a dropkick of all things, not with how angry it seemed Taylor was getting, and so the blonde was able to actually make contact with her. Her boots slammed into Angel's chest, and the Latina went stumbling backwards, ending up leaning against the ropes, her arms stretched over the top of them. She briefly winced, scowling from the feeling of the attack, before suddenly tilting her head back, letting out a short, soft laugh.

"Was that it, chica?" she asked, turning her gaze back towards the blonde. "You're getting this mad, but all you can do is a damn dropkick? I thought you were going to put me in my place tonight!" She shook her head, staying leaning against the ropes, her breath having grown slightly quicker. "From what I can tell, it looks like the wind of Kamikaze is really just the hot air of Kamikaze, because chica, that's all you're filled with..."

Taylor shoved back to her feet. She heard Junko in the back of her mind and scowled. She was in control, goddammit. But she needed to be in control of Angel.

"Yeah, okay, Betty White," she said with a sassy toss of her bangs. "Let's rewind the tape a couple minutes to where I had you screaming, huh? How many dropkicks you think you can take?"

And with that, she was on the attack again, rapidly closing the distance and looking high, taking her two-step approach for another dropkick, but this time it went much lower. She jumped only high enough to kick both boots out at Angel's knees.

"As many as you can give me," Angel replied, raising her arms up as Taylor looked high towards her.

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention lower though, because she wasn't expecting Taylor to aim at her knees again. The blonde's boots slammed into her knees, and Angel cried out, her face twisting around as she felt a sharp, stinging rush of pain run through her previously hurt leg. She jerked against the ropes, her arms over the top the only thing keeping from her from dropping to the canvas.

Stupid. Should have known better, dammit, she berated herself, hissing softly at the feeling running through that limb. She hung from the ropes for a moment, her legs kicked out from under her, then scrambled to get back on her feet, lifting her arms off the ropes, trying to get back into a defensive position before Taylor came at her again.

Taylor flashed a cocky grin up at Angel, and then grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it, her body turning sideways in the air. She landed on the apron and reached over Angel's head to grab her face, her fingers curling under her chin and her palm on her nose. She yanked to bend the girl back over the top and raised her other arm in the air before clubbing it down on Angel's chest.

Angel barely had time to get herself off the ropes, before Taylor came vaulting by her, snagging her head neatly from behind. A sharp cry passed the Latina's lips as she was bent back, and then another as Taylor's arm smashed straight down onto her chest.

Her body jerked from the blow, and Angel went staggering forwards, her hands sliding up to hold her chest as she uttered a few choice curses under her breath.

Taylor put a hand on her hip and leaned down to cutely wave bye-bye as Angel staggered away. "Just tell me when to stop, Chica!" She shouted, and grabbed the top rope. She jumped up to plant both feet on the rope, and sprung off, flying through the air directly at Angel, her knees coiled to her chest before she kicked out with another explosive dropkick aimed to totally demolish Angel.

The sound of Taylor's voice caught Angel's ears, and the Latina turned back to her, just in time to see the blonde jumping onto the top rope and vaulting herself through the air towards her. She knew what was coming, of course, given how well Taylor was telegraphing it, but she was going to do her best to stop her.

As Taylor sailed towards her, Angel rushed back at the challenger, hoping she could be quicker on the draw then the blonde. Up came Angel's leg, exploding towards Taylor with her Angel's Kiss superkick, the champion trying to nail her before she could thrust out her legs into her dropkick.