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

Angel stumbled backwards away from Taylor once she was released, leaning down to rub gingerly at her thigh. She stole a quick glance down at it, frowning at the dark bruises that had already formed beneath the skin.

She looked back up at Taylor again, and forced herself to grin back at her, panting slightly as she circled back around her foe. "Funny. Bet you weren't saying that the last time, chica," she answered back, watching the blonde warily. She moved a bit slower, trying to be more careful this time. No point in rushing in like that again. Taylor was ready for her this time, and it wasn't going to pay off to keep kicking wildly at her like that.

She shifted her tactics, moving slowly towards Taylor at first, favoring her hurt leg. Once she had drew close enough, she lunged in towards Taylor, lifting her arms up in her direction. No kicks, just a simple effort at trying to lock up with Taylor this time.

Taylor felt at ease standing across from Angel, taking it slow and picking her shots. Angel was much more aggressive this time, and Taylor was going to make her pay for every little bit of it.

See how you like it, Angel!

Taylor dashed forward, and collided forcefully with Angel in a collar and elbow clinch, shoving her back like a linebacker toward the corner. After having just pounded Angel's thigh like Carlo Rizzi, Taylor was confident that she wouldn't be able to stop her.

Angel braced herself, as she and Taylor met up with each other. She planted her feet against the mat, starting to push against the blonde, but as Taylor began to push back against her, the Latina quickly found herself losing ground.

"Unf!" she grunted, as Taylor shoved her back against the corner, Angel unable to stop her with the pain running through her leg. She hit the turnbuckle and jerked, glaring right at Taylor, trying to shove back against her, but finding herself trapped for the moment.

Taylor pressed Angel tightly against the corner, her hips back and her upper body leaning into her. She could hear Angel's breath, and feel it against her shoulder. She could feel her own heart pounding. Without giving Angel an inch, she pulled her leg back and slammed her knee into the Latina's midsection.

"NNGH!"

Another loud grunt escaped past Angel's lips, as Taylor's knee shot up, slamming into her bare, tight belly. She could feel the air being forced out of her lungs, the Latina doubling forward, leaning against Taylor, stunned and hurting. There was a voice in the back of her head, yelling at her to get her head in the game, but for the moment her body just couldn't listen, Taylor holding the obvious and clear advantage over the champion.

Taylor put her palm to Angel's face and shoved the girl back against the turnbuckles. Being in control was amazing.

She picked up Angel's bruised leg and draped it over the middle rope so that it was spread out to the side. She held onto the girl's ankle, and then kicked the toe of her boot into the underside of her leg, and stomped her heel into her inner thigh.

"What are you even gonna do when you can't throw a kick anymore? Think you can powerbomb me if you can't stand up straight?"

Angel shuddered as she was forced back against the turnbuckle again, her chest heaving as she glared at Taylor, her breath growing harder, more forced. Not good. So far, Taylor was completely dominating her, and she needed to push back and actually do something if she wanted to win this.

Taylor wasn't going to just let her do that, though. Up came her hurt leg, hanging over the rope, Angel quickly reaching for the top rope to keep her balance. She started to open her mouth, to say something, when the punk's boot shot up, slamming into the bottom of her leg, then her heel came smashing into her thigh.

"Gnn! D-Dammit!" she shouted, waves of pain coursing through that leg, as she hung onto the rope tight, her knuckles turning white from gripping it so hard. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

"Nothin', huh?"

Still holding Angel's ankle, Taylor turned and braced her foot on the middle rope and pulled, with both hands, as hard as she could, bending Angel's leg around the rope and painfully twisting her knee. She rowed back and looked up at the ceiling while she poured on the pressure.

Angel winced, at first, as she felt Taylor tugging her leg more around the rope, but as she began to pull harder on it, twisting her leg and her knee around, the Latina began to howl, unable to stop herself from reacting to the sharp pain surging through her limb. She had to break the hold. She had to free herself. Angel's legs were strong, they were damn strong, but not even she could withstand something like this for long.

Desperate to break the hold and free herself, Angel let go of the ropes that she been clutching so tightly. It was hard to think, hard to focus while Taylor was working her like that, and with the awkward angle her leg was bent at, there wasn't much she could do.

So, she did the only think she could think of. She reached down, her hands stretching out to grab for Taylor's pigtails, taking them tightly in each hand. With a hard, sudden jerk, she tried to violently yank Taylor's head towards herself, trying to rattle her enough to get her to loosen up her grip.

"Whatsa matter, Angeeeeel?" Taylor taunted. For once she was glad for the lack of rules. No rope breaks.

But she wasn't glad for the way her pigtails dangled down, just within Angel's reach. "Aiiieeee!" She screamed as she was suddenly yanked into Angel. She stood with her her back pressed against the girl, her feet marching in place while her hands went to try to free her hair from Angel's grip.