Taylor Parker is a Coward!

The lights of the Friction arena were dimmed down significantly in the opening of Tonight's live Friction Show with no lights needed for the stage, instead it would find illumination with several lit black candles that adorned the it, leading to the ring that was littered with with fresh stargazer lilies, where in the center of the ring, lie a podium and beside that was a picture of Avery Shields beside a coffin that read. 'My Career.' As appropriate music played within the arena.

Moments later Kelly Conway would slowly drag her feet on stage and make her long trek towards the ring, wearing a black dress and aviator sunglasses, taking herself to the podium where she'd look to the crowd and clear her throat as the music died down.

"Tonight..." She paused as her mouth emitted a loud smack with the gum she was chewing. "We are gathered her today to honor and remember the career of Avery Shields." And with that said, Kelly took on a hail of boos that she otherwise ignored.

"It was a good career, here in the AFW... Short as hell and marked with poor choice in tattoos and friends but nonetheless impactful.  We REMEMBER Avery Shield's Career not because it was shitty, not because it was short, nor because of how bland it was! But rather we remember how The Career of Avery Shields was Murdered by..." Kelly paused and grinned as she turned her body and pointed to the Tron above to show a familiar face.


"...Our AFW Friction Champion! THE SELFISH! UNDISPUTED CAREER KILLING CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, TAYLOR PAARRKEEERRRRRRR!!!" Kelly spat harshly, practically snarling the name Parker with all the malicious content she could muster as the crowd booed loudly with disapproval.

"You see what happened to Avery Shields was not the doing of Kelly Conway. No! The career of that rookie was assassinated the very moment she ALLOWED herself to be manipulated into Taylor's Ranks and become a mere puppet! Letting herself become no more than a human meat shield when The Honorable and Righteous, Kelly Conway tried to cash in her Title match contract! Rather than  owe up to her responsibilities and fight any challenge like a real champion should, Taylor let Avery run interference so she could keep her precious title... And Prior to that? She let her own mother-in-law! Her own poor, dear, sweet Mother-In-Law get manhandled by The Super Cool Conway while she just stood there! Only caring about her... Precious title!" Kelly growled into the mic, leaning into it as she leered at the crowd from behind her sunglasses, smacking her gum before resuming.

"And just last week when the Assassination of Avery Shield's career took place. Instead of once again, owning up to the horrible mess that she had created, Taylor just got another friend to help her out and now... Akashi Tanikaze...." The mere mention of the name sounded like cannons going off in the crowd. The pop was loud. "Taylor Parker. You are nothing more than a coward happily willing to sacrifice the careers of others to protect yourself from your inevitable failure as a Champion. Instead of fighting like a Real Champion. Like a real woman. You hide like a mere child behind your mother... Your 'sister' and your protege, who's career we are mourning today... Summer Splash is coming and your're running out of room to hide, little girl. But before our service ends tonight... I must ask, Who else, Taylor Parker? Who are you willing to sacrifice in order to keep that Title Belt just another 24 hours?"

Right on cue, Taylor's music drowned out Kelly's funerary nonsense.

The blonde-pigtailed punk strode out onto the top of the ramp, microphone in hand, title belt on her shoulder. A tight, white tank top showed off her shoulders and her midriff, and bore the Higurashi Dojo on the front- a pink, hand-sketched raised fist surrounded by a heart. Skin-tight jeans showed off her sleek, athletic curves, and a chrome skull buckled a sparkly belt around her hips. Black motorcycle boots buckled around her calves, with thick soles, just begging for a crack at Kelly Conway's skull.

Taylor, ever-energetic and always intense, was unsmiling and unamused.

"Kelly..." She said into her microphone as the music and the crowd finally quieted down, her voice a low growl like a cat ready to fight. "You... are a joke."

The crowd cheered, but Taylor's deep blue eyes never left her hateful nemesis.

"The first time I heard it, when you were getting beat up by Heather Southerland, it was hilarious. But every time after that it gets a little less funny..." She held up her thumb and index finger, and slowly inched the gap closer until they touched. "And now... I'm not laughing. In fact, you haven't been funny for a long time."

She took a couple slow steps down the ramp, letting her hips swing with a hand on her title belt. "Now... If I come down there, and you're still there... Then today will be the last time you ever set foot in that ring. But I'm sure you're just going to keep ducking me, and going after my friends, and blaming it on me..." The low rumble in her tone sounded like distant thunder from a fast approaching storm.

"I'm not waiting for Summer Splash, Kelly. If I can't have you, then I'm going to go after your crew. We'll see who's really hiding behind her... friends."

The music blared through the speakers and the crowd responded with a deafening cheer for Friction's favorite punk and Kelly grinned immediately at the sight of the wrestler that she loathed more than anyone. Pure unadulterated hate.

The moment her name was muttered by Taylor, Kelly mockingly fluttered her eyes to show that she was pay attention to Taylor. Her carefree, jovial demeanor suddenly dying when Taylor called her a joke.

"..." The blonde's eye twitched like she took it very personal and she certainty did. The mention of Heather caused her face to wrinkle with a scowl as she thought of her humiliating, fluke of a loss.

"I'm not ducking you, Coward." Kelly spat as she reached under her podium to fish out her briefcase raising it high for Taylor.

"I'm just the one who's going to be calling the shots! I don't answer to you at all. We could have had our fight last week but you bringing in Akashi just wasn't fair at all! I wasn't prepared!" Kelly whined mockingly, sticking her touge out afterwards.

"Awww... Are you all devoid of humor 'cause your little buddy isnt here anymore? That's tooo baaad..." Kelly groaned with a little pout.

Taylor felt a surge of rage in her chest, and had to consciously slow herself down to keep from raging into the mic, charging the ring, and slaughtering Kelly right then. She would probably run away, anyway.

By now, Avery was back home, with a severe knee injury courtesy of The Coalition that might never fully heal. Kelly and her ass-kissers had potentially ended a promising teenager's career just because she had been a fan of Taylor's. To say that Taylor felt responsible was an understatement. To say she was angry...

"I'm gonna take wrestling away from you, Kelly," she seethed. "I'm gonna take both your legs. I'm gonna make sure that you're never the same. I'm gonna end your career, and when you're stuck rotting in a hospital room, you'll have all the time in the world to think about everything you've done, and all the mistakes you made, and each and every time you pissed me off. And you will regret every, single, one."

She rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck before continuing in a lighter tone. "Tell your girls I'm coming," she said, before dropping her microphone and walking out.

Kelly smiled a toothy grin as Taylor calmly spoke of ending her, it was exhilarating to see this energy, this destructive intent from Taylor was scary and enticing. Kelly loved it, she felt like she was feeding off this hate that Taylor had for her. This talk of career ending made Kelly wiggle her fingers at Taylor, mocking how scary the punk seemed.

"EEEHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!! Haahahaha~!" Kelly screamed with the most obnoxious annoying sound she could muster before breaking into a fit of laughter, alone, as she was the only one to find her mocking gesture to be amusing at all as the Friction Champion walked up the ramp.