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

Taylor's night suddenly took a turn for the worst.

While she fell almost without a sound, beyond the smack of Angel's heel against her face, the crowd filled the arena with a frenzied roar. Taylor landed heavily on her side and slumped onto her stomach, her head turned to the side as her face pressed into the mat, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, pigtails strewn about her, wearing a far-off look of pain. One leg slowly bent up to the side, her knee pad sliding against the mat like her body instinctively wanted to get up, but even while the rest of her body was willing, her brain had all but shut off. Her hand found it's way up to cover her face and a small groan escaped her, and she remained flat on her stomach.

No more games, no more childish insults. Taylor was down, and Angel stood tall over her, a wild look on her face, ready to take advantage of the situation. She didn't need anything too fancy, or anything too showy. She just needed to hurt Taylor, to keep her from getting back up and making a comeback over the Latina again.

She had just the thing in mind, too.

She stepped towards Taylor and dropped down towards her, planting both of her knees against Taylor's back. Then, each of her arms snaked down towards her, one of them slipping under Taylor's neck, the other arm moving under her legs. Once she had felt that her arms were in place, Angel then began to roll backwards, onto her back, trying to lift Taylor upwards, trying to suspend her over her knees with a simple bow-and-arrow hold.

She held no illusions about Taylor submitting to her, of course. Not yet anyway. She just needed to wear her down more.

"Ah..." Taylor moaned as Angel put her hands on her, pulling her into place for...

"Aah...AaaAAAHH!"

Taylor clutched at the hand on her chin while Angel bent her body back like a bow. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened slightly. She didn't have a chance to resist until it was too late, and now she was stuck, and she could do nothing but endure the pain and wait Angel out. Her abs flexed tightly to resist the hold, and the opened and closed her fists while she stubbornly resisted. Angel couldn't keep it up forever.

"Rrrrgh..."

Angel tugged down on Taylor's body, a determined look on her face as she pulled on the woman's body with as much strength as she could muster, trying to bend her further. While it was true that she couldn't keep it up forever, she knew she didn't need to. She just had to keep her restrained long enough to work her over, just enough to wear her body down.

The problem was, Angel's one leg was still hurting, it's knee in particular still stinging and biting at her. Pulling Taylor down over her knees like this wasn't exactly helping her own situation much. She could bear it though, for now at least. If it started to bother her too much, then she would break up her hold.

At the sound of Taylor's cries, Angel gave her a reply by suddenly jerking down on her, yelling up at the pigtailed punk. "Give up!" she snarled, knowing that Taylor wouldn't but all the same wanting to assert her dominance over her. "Just give up, chica!"

Taylor's eyelids opened just enough that she could roll her eyes. "Yeah, okay," she managed to say, her voice strained as her neck was stretched back. "Lemme just tap out real quick."

The ref, little miss Janie-on-the-spot, was quick to ask "Taylor, do you give up?"

"Nope."

She tried her best to settle down. Calm her nerves. Get her wits about her after having her brain scrambled by Angel's foot. She tried to use as little energy as she could resisting Angel's efforts to fold her in half so that when she did get free, she could go right back to kicking her ass. While one hand still pried at Angel's hand on her chin, she raised her other hand over her shoulder, the back of it facing Angel, and gave her a nice middle finger to show her what she thought of her stupid bow and arrow hold.

Again with the middle finger. Angel snarled again at the sight, giving Taylor's body another sharp, sudden jerk, her arms pulling her down as hard as she could, trying to bend Taylor as far into a perfect C-shape as she could.

But, between the aching in her knee, and Taylor's hand annoyingly trying to pry at her grip, she knew she couldn't keep up the bow-and-arrow for much longer. She held Taylor in place for a moment more, then suddenly loosened her grip. At the same time, she let her legs explode upwards, trying to send Taylor flying off of her knees, tossing the blonde to the side. She sat up quick afterwards, rising to her feet but leaning down to rub slowly at her knee.

"I'm glad you didn't," she muttered, moving back in towards her foe. "I almost want to drag your ass-kicking out and make you really suffer..."

"Yeah, I bet," Taylor grumbled back. "But careful, your family just heard you say that."

She was slower to get up than she would've liked, still dizzy, her head pounding. She rolled from her back to all fours and tucking her feet under her, ready to spring at her opponent. She glared at Angel. There was no way she was going to take this from her. That title was hers.

"Personally, I'm just gonna pin you and call it a night."

She took no time to recover and clear her head, and instead unged at the champ, both hands coming up to slap on a tight collar and elbow tie, pushing with her legs to drive Angel back.

Taylor's slower movement as she rose was noticeable. It was obvious to Angel, and it made the Latina crack a small, slight grin. She held her ground, and as soon as Taylor rushed her, going for the tie up, Angel lifted her arms to meet her. She braced herself, looking Taylor right in the eyes as they met.

"I don't think so," she whispered, then suddenly released an aggressive roar from deep within herself. The muscles in her arms flexed, as she began to push back against Taylor, putting everything she had into the lock up, trying to push the blonde backwards instead, intending to drive her towards the corner of the ring.

Taylor tried to push back against Angel, but her balance was off, and when she planted her feet her rear knee buckled and she found herself backpedaling across the ring.

She hastily checked over her shoulder and braced for the impact. "Ungh!" She grunted as her back was slammed hard into the turnbuckles, shaking the ropes. She quickly picked up her feet and planted them in Angel's hips before kicking as hard as she could to shove Angel off.

Angel pushed hard, shoving Taylor as roughly as she could back into the corner. She pulled her arms back, ready to just starting mauling the girl while she was trapped there, but then up came the challenger's legs, forcing Angel away from her. She took a few steps back, the Latina thrown off of her balance for a moment. but she quickly righted herself and went lunging back in towards Taylor. This wasn't an opportunity she wanted to lose!

In she came, rushing back towards the blonde, her knee shooting up straight towards Taylor's stomach, Angel trying to drive it fast and hard right into her gut.