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

Taylor knew she couldn't let this one get away. She put her arms over the top ropes and started to pull her legs up for a headscissors takedown, but she wasn't fast enough. Angel's knee slammed into her stomach so hard it felt like she had been hit by a car.

"Hnnnnnng!" Taylor dropped to her knees, both arms wrapped around her midsection. She pried open one eye to peer up at Angel and tried to get up, but her body just wouldn't respond.

It felt good to watch Taylor go down like that, dropping down before her, Angel thought, wasting no time at all with her next move. As Taylor dropped to her knees, Angel reached forwards, grabbing each of her pigtails in her hands, clutching them tightly in her grip.

Then, without missing a beat, she gave them a quick jerk forward, bringing up her knee at the same time, trying to smash Taylor's face right into it. Nothing fancy, just an efficient, swift blow.

"Huff... hnng..."

Taylor had to force herself to pry her hands away from her midsection as Angel pulled her up by the hair. She wanted to lie down and wretch, but that wouldn't stop Angel from killing her. She barely put her arms up between her face and Angel's knee, but it hardly helped. The shot still knocked her on her butt and left her seeing stars.

Angel let go of Taylor's pigtails as her knee made contact with the girl's face, letting her drop down onto her bottom. Almost as soon as Taylor dropped down, though, Angel leaned back in towards her, grabbing her pigtails once more, giving them a tug to jerk Taylor back up onto her feet. Relentlessness, that was the key. Keep up her attack so that Taylor didn't get the chance to flip things around again.

Once she had Taylor on her feet again, the Latina grabbed at her shoulders to spin her away from herself. Her arms then slid down, moving to wrap around Taylor's waist, trying to pull her close against her body. "Hey chica," she started to whisper, her words quick as she spoke. "Do you remember the first time we fought each other?"

As soon as those words left her mouth, Angel suddenly tried to haul Taylor off of her feet, trying lift the blonde up and through the air, attempting to bring her back down towards the mat and into the canvas with a big German suplex!

"Ah!" Taylor cried out, and her hand clutched at Angel's as she was painfully dragged up to her feet. The next thing she knew, Angel was behind her, holding her tight.

She heard the words. In the moment, she couldn't even begin to remember the beginning of this match, let alone one from years past.

She tried to shove Angel's hands down to weaken her leverage, but then her feet were off the mat. She kicked her legs in a futile attempt to get down, but Angel brought her up and over for the suplex and planted her shoulders on the mat with a heavy, ring-rattling crack.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" The crowd unanimously voiced a mixture of sympathy and exhilaration.

Taylor laid flat on her back, spreadeagled, staring up at the lights. Her lead in the match was a distant memory now. She tried to think of what had happened, but her head was still foggy from Angel's brutal superkick, and the knee that followed, and the German suplex...

Her body stubbornly refused to quit, and she slowly rolled over onto her stomach where she was able to push up onto all fours.

Angel snapped up into a sitting position after slamming Taylor down, an excited look crossing her face, her cocky grin spreading wide once more. That felt good. No matter how many times she slammed someone down with the German, it never stopped feeling awesome to her. And to do it to Taylor, after listening to her run her mouth for so long? After getting her butt handed to her at the start of the fight? Simply amazing.

Angel sat there, taking a few seconds to rest, just a few. Her chest heaved up and down, sweat dripping down her body and her breath a bit heavy, but she was ready to keep going, to keep bringing the pain to Taylor. She started to stand, turning to face the blonde once more. She didn't mind seeing Taylor up on her hands and knees, in fact, it was just the perfect position for Angel to continue her attack.

She turned to the side, taking off in a run towards the ropes. Her run wasn't as quick as it had been earlier, Angel's knee still aggravating her, but she forced herself to keep moving, hitting the ropes and rebounding back towards Taylor again. As she approached her, she hopped up, the Latina extending her legs outwards, falling towards Taylor with a leg drop, aimed right for the back of her neck.

Taylor was a mess. She could get over the pain, and once her body started to move again she'd be right back at it. But her mind was a churning, dizzy disaster. She kept asking herself what went wrong? What happened? She could hardly remember the beginning of the match. She just remembered getting kicked in the face. But this was her big moment, her biggest one, and she had even brought her dad into it. The name Thomas Parker was oddly fitting, given how synonymous it had been with failure...

She was interrupted by Angel's leg crashing into the back of her head, dropping her down and smashing her face into the mat. She groaned, and put a hand to her already battered face. The pain was blinding, overwhelming, and every time Angel hit her there it only got worse.

Once her leg slammed into Taylor, forcing her back down to the mat, Angel remained in a sitting position near her, her eyes lit up with an eager fire. She had her now. Taylor was right where she wanted her.

The Latina leaned forward, just enough to snag Taylor by one of her pigtails yet again, lifting her head off of the mat. At the same time, she shifted her body towards the side, splitting her legs apart. She moved her legs towards Taylor's head, giving her a jerk to try and pull her head in-between her thighs, trying to close them around her. She was going for a headscissors hold, attempting to clamp Taylor tightly in-between her legs. She didn't think Taylor would give up here, of course, but she was in the perfect position to start squeezing the hell out of her, and that was an opportunity she wasn't going to let escape.

Taylor shook her head back and forth to try to shake Angel's grip on her pigtail. As the champ maneuvered into position to wrap her legs around Taylor's neck, Taylor suddenly swatted Angel's arm away to painfully get her off her hair, and lunged forward so that she was laying on top of Angel and between her legs. She reared up, and with a frenzied scream, began swinging with rapid left and right palm strikes, battering Angel's head back and forth.

She remembered very vividly the last time someone like Angel put her in a headscissors, and she didn't like the result. Natalia had knocked Taylor out with one to win the second fall of the first Entropy title match, at Avalanche, three years before.

"HaaaAAAAAA!!"

Taken by surprise, Angel's eyes went wide as Taylor screamed out, throwing herself onto the Latina. The sudden outburst was unexpected, and Angel soon found herself getting knocked around by Taylor's wild, rapid strikes. Her head jerked back and forth, each of the rapid hits causing her already aching head to feel worse and worse. Desperately, she threw her arms up, trying to raise a defense against Taylor's assault, trying to defend her head from those strikes.

Taylor had made one mistake though, and Angel was going to take advantage of it. The blonde was still between her legs, and even if she couldn't get the headscissors she had wanted, Angel still had her where she wanted her. She raised up her legs, trying to wrap them around Taylor's waist, trying to begin crushing her with a bodyscissors hold.

It was hard to concentrate on it though, with the girl beating her head around. She could only hope that her scissors would help stop Taylor's own attack.