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

Taylor's barrage was cut short when Angel's powerful legs constricted around her ribs and began crushing the air out of her.

"Hnng... Ghk..."

She was down on her knees with her legs apart and bounced slightly up and down, sitting on her ankles. She bit her bottom lip as her face contorted in pain, and dug her elbows down into Angel's thighs for some kind of relief. But that wouldn't do. She still struggled to get any breath at all, never mind the pain.

"Hah... Nnh..."

Her hands shot out and wrapped around behind Angel's head. She pulled back as hard as she could, forcing Angel's chin into her chest and folding her up like she was prying open a can, making it more and more difficult for her to squeeze with her legs. Her lithe, sweat-glazed arms strained and shook with the effort.

She pulled in first one foot, then the other, until she was standing on the mat, bent over on top of Angel. With an unrestrained growl, she heaved Angel up off the mat, got her several feet in the air, and fell forward, slamming Angel down on her upper back with Taylor's own weight following after her.

Angel's grimaced behind her arms, squeezing Taylor as hard as she could within her thighs. There was no way in hell she was letting Taylor get control of this match again, not after she had fought so hard to turn things around. She put every ounce of strength she could into constricting her legs around the blonde, hoping that Taylor was too tired to stop her, hoping that she actually still had the strength to do it. It had been a long, damn hard match, and she could feel her energy reserves dropping, but she couldn't stop now, not with everything riding on her winning this.

She was so focused on trying to crush Taylor, that she barely even noticed when the punk's hands shot down and grabbed her behind her head. Before she knew it, the Latina felt herself pulled up, her body folding up against Taylor's chest. She cursed under her breath, feeling the grip of her legs loosening, finding it too hard to squeeze the blonde in this position.

She reached up with her own arms, trying to get her hands up to push back against Taylor, to try and free herself from her awkward position, but Taylor had too tight of a grip on her. She strained and push and strained some more, but she just couldn't break the blonde's hold.

Slowly but surely, she felt Taylor lifting her up into the air, and she knew what was coming. She closed her eyes tight, bracing herself for the impact, and then...

Boom.

Angel's body shook as Taylor slammed her back down onto the mat, her legs finally, completely unwrapping from her. Her arms fell down beside her, and her head rolled to the side. With half-closed eyes, the Latina let out a weak moan, slowly shifting and squirming in pain beneath the blonde.

"WHATYA GOT TO SAY NOW?!" Taylor screamed in Angel's face.

Her chest heaved as she drew deep, heavy breaths. The sweat on her skin shone under the lights like the material of her skin-tight suit. Her golden pigtails were tangled, and her long bangs stuck to her forehead. There was exhaustion on her face, but determination still blazed in her indigo eyes as she worked her way back up to her feet.

She looked out over the crowd and pointed a finger to the ceiling, and the crowd roared. A couple walking steps turned into a full sprint to the ropes, and Taylor jumped, planted both feet on the top rope and sprung back, turning a gorgeous three-quarter back flip in the air. She landed on her front, hammering her boot-armored shins down into Angel's head and upper body.

Angel barely stirred as Taylor screamed at her, the Latina looking as if she had died from the blonde's sudden slam. She had been riding high on adrenaline, on the thrill of finally getting in control of that match, but then just like that, it had all went slipping away. One relatively easy counter, and Taylor had taken the reigns of the match back away from her.

Angel lied there, groaning, barely moving as Taylor went dashing away from her. At least, she was barely moving until the girl flipped towards her, driving her shins straight down onto Angel's head and her chest. Her entire body jerked shuddered from the impact of the massive drop, the champion crying out once more, an agonized sound of pain forced from her lips. Her head was murdering her now, her eyes closed tighter. She knew she had to get back up, had to get back in the fight, but she just couldn't find the strength, waves of pain coursing through her skull, as she lay there helplessly before her suddenly reinvigorated opponent.

Taylor braced herself for the landing and caught herself on her elbows. The feeling of unloading all that force into Angel's relatively squishy body was all the encouragement she needed.

She threw herself over Angel, throwing one leg in between hers and hooking the other as she pressed her body tightly against the busty latina's. She pressed her forearm down against Angel's face, forcing her head to the side, and closed her eyes tight as the ref dropped into place to count, accompanied by the entire arena. There were butterflies in her stomach as she hoped against hope that Angel would just stay down long enough.

"ONE!"

Junko had been worried when Angel put the scissors on Taylor. She wondered if Taylor could endure especially after everything she had told Taylor ABOUT those legs. She was on edge and back to pacing again when Taylor suddenly reversed the attempt with a rather impressive feat of strength.

In the blink of an eye, the champ was down and Taylor had the pin. Junko froze in place and slapped her fists into the ring.

"TAYLOR!" She screamed, her voice cracking. She thought she should say something else, but what else WAS there to say except to raise her hands in the air to count along with the final two seconds of the match!

Angel gave out a soft gasp, as Taylor threw herself onto her body, stirring gently beneath her. Up came her leg, and down came the referee's hand, not just once, but twice.

"TWO!

That sound, the sound of the referee's second count, her hand striking the mat for a second time, was all Angel needed to hear.

After everything she had been through, after everything she had fought against to get the title, it was about to escape from her. She was about to lose everything to Taylor, to this...this...this disrespectful little brat. This loud-mouthed punk that didn't know when to shut her mouth and show some damn respect. She couldn't lose here. Not to Taylor, not like this.

She wouldn't lose here.

Her eyes snapped open, her face contorting into an angry expression. She glanced to the side, just in time to see the referee's hand dropping down, for the third and final count. Before it could hit the mat though, Angel let out a loud, raging cry, bucking her body sharply upwards, trying to throw Taylor off of her and break the damn pin before it was too late.

Angel jerked beneath Taylor and broke the pin, and nearly broke Taylor's heart. She was SO CLOSE! Taylor got up on her knees and winced while the utter misery of her near-win washed over her, but this wasn't all. She wasn't done.

She flashed a lopsided grin to the crowd and wagged her finger in the air as she grabbed hold of Angel's hair and roughly yanked her up to a sitting position, and then picked up her wrist and lifted her up to her feet. She pointed down at the mat with her finger and stuck out her tongue, and slung Angel's arm around her neck. She crouched down and grabbed Angel's leg, and, breathing heavily, heaved to lift the champ up on her shoulders.

Angel offered no resistance to Taylor as the blonde yanked her up off the mat, pulling her up to her feet. She was tired, she was damn tired, and didn't have the energy to waste trying to stop Taylor and then trying to get back up herself. In a way, she was thankful for the challenger 'helping' her back up into a standing position.

What she wasn't thankful for, was Taylor hefting her off of her feet, slowly lifting her up onto her shoulders. Between the blonde's grin and her waggling finger, Angel had a feeling she knew what was coming, and it wasn't going to be good. She couldn't afford to take another huge blow, not this late into the match, and especially not after such a close near-pin.

Once she was up and onto Taylor's shoulders, she started to wiggle and buck her body, trying to squirm out of Taylor's grip and down to the mat behind her. As she fell, she grabbed for Taylor's legs, trying to pull the blonde down, making a sneaky attempt to roll her up into a pinning position!

Taylor was a few short seconds from putting Angel's head through the mat and taking her title, but her elation drained away as the girl's wriggling made her adjust her feet to keep her balance. She grimaced with the effort of keeping Angel up on her shoulders. She just needed to get her in place for a split second, and it would all be over.

And then Angel fell behind her, and before Taylor could turn to face her she was going over backwards. She flailed her arms and let out a surprised yelp before falling over Angel onto her back, her legs kicking in the air above her as the ref, and the entire crowd, began to count her.

"One! Two!"

Taylor kicked hard and straightened her whole body to throw Angel off and break the pin. She felt sick from another missed opportunity, and her body ached in a way that made going again seem almost insurmountable, but she was eternally stubborn and until the bell rang she wasn't going to stop.

"RrrrrrrRAAH!"

From all fours she lunged at Angel, reaching her left arm across her body as she jumped up to deliver a sharp backhanded chop across Angel's chest.