Beat the Clock Challenge 3: Sandalwood Cooper Vs. Taylor Parker

Angel grunted loudly, as Taylor's boot slammed against her face, shoving the Latina away from the blonde. She rolled away from her, holding her face with one hand, lying on the mat for a brief moment before starting to push back up to her own feet.

{White girl? Is that the best you've got?} Angel snarled back at Taylor, slipping into her native tongue and staring at her through her fingers. {Your insults are as awful as your wrestling, bitch...}

If it wasn't obvious before, Taylor didn't speak Spanish.

So she wasn't at all distracted by whatever Angel was saying when she charged her. She brought up one leg to fake a kick at Angel's body, and then with a hop she swung her other leg up and over in a smooth enzuigiri to the side of the champ's head.

"HA!"

Angel's hands quickly went to her sides, trying to block Taylor's kick. It was just too bad for her that Taylor was feinting, and the real kick came flying up, smacking her in the side of the head.

With bugged-out eyes, Angel went tumbling to the side, landing on the canvas. She growled again, and quickly rolled over, trying to push back up again before Taylor could continue her assault.

Taylor was off and running again by the time Angel hit the mat. The crowd cheered her spectacular, high-velocity style while she blazed across the ring again, and at the ropes she jumped high to springboard off the top. She swung her leg out in the same huge, sweeping roundhouse kick she had used against Sandalwood, only this time it was aimed at Angel's head.

She had already beaten three former champs in her last three matches, in less than eight total minutes, and she was looking to add a fourth to the list without breaking ten minutes.

Angel pushed up to her feet, trying to not let Taylor get any more ground on her. She had to play the catch-up game now, but that was okay. Angel was good at playing catch-up.

She turned towards Taylor, just in time to see the blonde springing off the ropes, her leg arcing through the air towards her head. Angel grit her teeth and quickly moved out of the way, her instincts taking over as her body seemed to move on it's own, the Latina throwing herself to the side, onto the ropes, to avoid the deadly, dangerous kick.

Then, she lunged back off of them, moving in towards Taylor once the girl had landed, raising her arms to try and force Taylor into a lock-up, fully intent on shoving her backwards across the mat.

Taylor landed heavily, but on her feet. The ring rattled and she lifted her head to glare at Angel, and only just got her arms up in time to catch her charge. She slapped her hands on Angel's collar and elbow and tried to push back as hard as she could, but with all of her momentum the Latina quickly had Taylor backpedaling until the ropes stopped her.

"I hope you kept it... nice and shiny for me," she grunted, her muscles tight as she held Angel in place.

"Shiniest belt in the whole damn company," Angel growled back at Taylor, her arms flexing as she pushed against the blonde, holding her against the ropes. "Almost a pity that you'll never get your hands on it, not so long as I'm the champion..."

She held Taylor in place for a few moments, staring into her eyes, glaring at the girl, her gaze filled with nothing but hate and distaste for her. She held her position, her feet planted firmly against the mat, then suddenly, she tried to shuffle back, trying to break the tie-up with Taylor. At about the same time, her leg shot up, trying to send a hard, swift kick right into the side of Taylor's body.

Although the security guards had held her back for a frankly surprising amount of time, they couldn't hold back the raging Russian forever. The crowd was so focused on the altercation occurring in the ring that no one had even noticed until Ashura had climbed over the ropes. In their intensity Taylor and Angel certainly hadn't noticed.

And why should they notice a nobody like Ashura? Until Ashura hip slammed into Taylor shoving her out of the way, through Angel's calf and into the ropes. The redhead used the collision with the American to slow her momentum and used the remainder to swing a hard left hook at Angel. "What in hell is wrong with you two! This is challenge for rookies! You can't just barge in!" 'I was supposed to win!' was the implicit ending to her tirade.

Taylor leaned back against the ropes and tucked her elbow down in anticipation of a solid, jarring impact from Angel's kick. She wasn't at all expecting to be cannonballed by an enormous Russian troll.

"Guuh!" She staggered halfway across the ring before she managed to stop. She looked back at the ugly, redheaded rookie now facing off with Angel and threw her hands in the air in indignation.

"C'mon, dude!" She shouted. "What the hell!"

She wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't done beating Angel down, but then... this wasn't a match. She didn't have anything to prove with a silly brawl. With a dismissive wave, she stepped toward the ropes. "Ech... you can have her, man."

Angel had no clue what had just happened. Taylor was gone before her kick could find it's mark, and in her place was the redheaded Russian rookie. Why the hell was she here?

Before she had any time to contemplate the question, Ashura's fist smashed into her face. Angel let out a surprised grunt as the blow struck her, stumbling away from the massive rookie, her eyes wide as she tried to piece together just what was going on.

But then she looked up, and saw Taylor heading towards the ropes, trying to leave. She growled, looking back over her shoulder at Ashura, then back at Taylor, then back at Ashura once more, then back to Taylor. This had become a complete clusterfuck, but she wasn't going to just let Taylor leave like that! She would deal with her first, then worry about Ashura later.

"Get back in here, Sparkster!" she yelled, rushing towards with a determined look on her face. She hoped her voice would catch Taylor's attention, and as she approached her she threw up her leg, trying to catch Taylor right on the jaw with her Angel's Kiss superkick!