AV 14 Main Event: Angel (C) Vs. Taylor Parker for the World Friction Title!

Angel growled as Taylor hopped over her leg, then grunted as Taylor's kick pushed into her bare, firmed tummy. She stumbled back a few steps, doubling forward, very slightly, but forced herself to straighten back up, putting her grin back on, calling back towards Taylor.

"Just like this, chica!" she fired back in retaliation, coming in towards the blonde again. This time around though, she changed up her plan of attack. As she neared Taylor, she jumped up towards her, aiming a low dropkick straight towards Taylor's ass, trying to shove both of her boots into it.

If Taylor insisted on shaking it all the time, then Angel would be more then happy to use it as a target!

"Eep!"

Taylor went stumbling forward until she caught hold of the ropes to keep from falling. She straightened up and covered her butt with both hands and turned to face Angel, with her back against the ropes.

"Look how quick you zeroed in on my butt," she sneered. "Just remember that."

She beckoned to Angel with both hands.

Angel rolled over after hitting her mark, pushing herself back up to her feet, flashing Taylor the nastiest smirk she could.

"You're the one that keeps shaking it at everyone," she answered, starting to move back in towards Taylor again. She stayed on her guard this time, knowing that Taylor would be doing the same. She glanced at the blonde's beckoning hands, and after a brief second of thought, she raised her own arms into the air, wiggling her fingers towards Taylor as she approached her. Once she was close enough, she lunged in at her, stretching her arms out as if she was going to try and lock up with her.

She wasn't going to do that though, only feinting to try and catch Taylor off of her guard. Her arms suddenly went slightly lower, at the last second, and she would grab for the blonde's arm, trying to yank her off of the ropes and give her a hard whip across the ring, towards the opposite side.

Taylor kept her arms up, ready to lock up with Angel but waiting for something else. When Angel caught her arm and slung her off at the ropes, she willingly went along with it, and kicked off at a blazing sprint. She rebounded off the ropes and streaked back to Angel, and set up to jump but went low instead. She kicked both boots out at Angel's legs with her momentum carrying her straight through, like the girl was being hit by a car.

Angel braced herself, ready for Taylor's return, ready to spring towards the blonde with another attack. Keep up the pressure. Keep her from fighting back.

Taylor had other ideas though, jumping up and kicking out Angel's legs from beneath her. The Latina barely had any time to react, grunting as she collapsed in front of Taylor, wincing at the sting running through her legs.

"Nnn..."

"You don't dropkick me, motherfucker," Taylor taunted as she bounced back to her feet.

While everyone in the arena expected Taylor to pounce on the opening that putting Angel down provided, she instead took a step back. It was a move in stark contrast to her trademark style of swarming on opponents and overwhelming them with furious offense. This time, she was being cautious.

But not too cautious. She wound up and delivered a hard soccer kick to Angel's chest before quickly skipping away.

Angel grunted, as Taylor's boot slammed into her chest, the force of the kick rolling her over onto her back. She winced, lying there for a moment before shaking her head, sitting up then starting to rise back up to her feet. She looked up towards Taylor as she rose, keeping an eye on the girl, staying wary of her motions. She wasn't going to let her pull something like that off again.

"Let's try this again," she muttered, raising her arms up in front of her, starting to move back in towards Taylor again. She took a pair of steps in her direction, then lunged after her again, trying to keep up the pressure, trying to stay aggressive by throwing another swift kick towards her side once again.

Taylor bent down and tucked an elbow against her side, and took the brunt of Angel's shin with her forearm. The impact crushed her arm against her side and stung her ribs, and forced her a step to the side, but quick as lightning she flicked her arm over and wrapped it tightly around Angel's leg.

And then every bit of restraint she had been showing went out the window.

She began to furiously hammer the point of her elbow down into the meat of Angel's thigh over and over, faster than the crowd could count, stabbing the point of the bone into Angel's biggest weapon like she wanted to murder the appendage.

Gotcha! was the first thought that went through Angel's head, as her leg slammed into Taylor, forcing the girl towards the side.  It was a satisfying hit, and Angel was ready to follow it up with another one.

That is, until Taylor snagged her arm, holding it tight against her side. She hopped up and down a little on her other foot, glaring at Taylor for the brief instant before the blonde began to hammer her thigh with her elbow. Her eyes grew wide, and the Latina began to scream out, partially in anger but mostly in pain, each of the stinging, driving blows causing her to jerk in Taylor's tight hold. She was hurting bad already, but she wasn't going to stand there and just take it.

She grit her teeth, Angel trying to forget about the pain, even if just for a moment. She focused, and with a loud scream, her arm came shooting upwards, the Latina curling up her hand into a tight fist, trying to drive a furious, sudden punch, straight towards Taylor's jaw.

Taylor tucked her chin down to brace herself and took Angel's punch square on the mouth. She dropped the champ's leg and staggered back several steps before she found her footing again.

She checked her lip for blood with the back of her hand, and grinned at Angel. "Your kicks don't even hurt, dude," she said, and began to pace across the ring, circling Angel and playing it safe, once again showing more patience and discretion than anyone would've expected.