Brittany and Death Bunny vs Taylor Parker(c)

The entrance ramp remained empty as Taylor was hoisted up again. She had made sure it would stay that way before the match, except for Kelly. She expected her to come bombing down the ramp to collect her title... a while ago. She hadn't come yet. Maybe she was fucking with Taylor. That bitch.

Taylor weakly smacked her fist against Death Bunny's ribs, until her arms were pulled behind her back and she was lifted up again. Cameras flashed, and down she went, with all of their combined weight coming down on her face.

A shot of blood splattered over the mat in a trail leading back to Taylor's face. Another pool began to form under her. Except for the rise and fall of her back, she was motionless.

Brittany watched as Death Bunny tortured the already beaten Taylor. Brittany had imagined this moment for months now. Seeing Taylor beaten and bloody, her whole career ended in one match. However, Brittany just couldn't bring a smile to her lips. Brittany wanted to beat Taylor, beat her bad, but not like this. Brittany wanted to pin Taylor with her own power and watch the look of defeat flash across Taylor's face as Brittany's hand was raised in victory.

Now as Brittany watched the blood pool beneath Taylor she had to admit to herself that this was wrong. Taylor deserved to be beaten fairly and in a more decent manor. Brittany knew this was all Kelly's plot and that made her sick. In a moment of clarity Brittany couldn't believe she had teamed up with Kelly fucking Conway just to beat Taylor. How low had Brittany sunk to come to this point. However, at the moment Brittany couldn't do more than watch the destruction in front of her and do nothing about it.

The high impact slam quieted the entirety of the stadium into an eerie silence, most of the crowd taken aback by the unmitigated beat down befalling the bloody champion. The young girls in attendance who were die-hard Taylor Parker fans either looked away or were just as stunned speechless as everyone else. D.B. herself remained as remorseless as before, even with the champion laid out helplessly in front of her, though the impact of what has transpiring in the ring this day was becoming more evident by this point. That if someone didn't actually come out to help Taylor this time, there was nothing stopping this match from becoming much...much worse for her.

D.B. slowly lurched back to her feet, standing tall over the crimson soaked champion...Taking the time to scan the audience brought her attention to her partner and the look of discomfort and...hesitation in her eyes. Was she so disgusted by the sight that even she wanted no part in this anymore, leaving D.B. to shoulder this responsibility on her own?

Taking a deep breath soothed D.B.'s nerves and cleared her thoughts. A part of her still had the drive to keep on going, a rage that urged her on in spite of what she already done...but that's not what she was here for. After this her name would be known...she remembered this was the entire reason for saying "yes" to Kelly in that hallway that one day....it was what she always wanted...

Reaching down to grab her arm and once again flip Taylor over to lay on her back, D.B. stepped forward and bent down on one knee next to the blood splattered champion before before placing one hand right above Taylor's heaving chest, the ref then descending to initiate a pin fall...

"1!"

There was an audible gasp from the crowd when Taylor was rolled onto her back. Her already crooked nose had been broken again, hidden somewhere under a blanket of fresh red blood. More grotesque, however, was the growing lump next to her right eye, her fracture orbital bone, and the side of her face was swelling. She hardly looked like herself.

The ref was next to her, somewhere in oblivion. Her hand hit the mat twice, then again.

"TWO!"

The ref hurried along to a three count, anxious to put an end to this disaster of a match. She raised her hand up, and in a stomach turning twist, Taylor kicked, just enough to get a shoulder off the mat.

"TWO!" The ref repeated, and stood up with two fingers held high.

The reveal of Taylor's disfigured face even made D.B. flinch upon it's reveal, the previous facebuster opening up her blood red face even worse than before and making the punk champion unrecognizable beneath the mask of dark crimson red and fractures. The brutality of what transpired this day now had a fitting image to represent it...but D.B. didn't look away, not once. Instead burning this image into her memory. This was practically all her own doing, and she needed to accept that truth now, when it mattered. It would be disrespectful to Taylor if she averted her eyes as well, as one fighter to another. D.B. could feel the champions soothing heart beat as she pressed her hand down even harder against her chest to keep her down for the impending three count...

...only for Taylor to kick out at the last millisecond, shocking everyone in the arena, everyone who desperately wanted to see an end to this match already. Bunny would stand back up wide-eyed at the miraculous resurgence, just as stunned as everyone else and unable to comprehend where to go from here. By now any drive to continue the slaughter had been quelled. What more could she do to Taylor in this state?

D.B. huffed out exhaustively as she mulled over this situation, briefly contemplating carrying Taylor over to lay her outside for an easy count out win before glancing upward to notice something crumpled up on the floor just in front of her. The bunny girl strode over to pick it up and unfurled it before her eyes...

...Taylor's mangy tank top.

It was torn down the middle about halfway from the scuffle, but D.B. could still make out the symbol. A raised fist in front of a heart, with two arrows circling it. She didn't know why she would do it, but D.B. would take some time out to contemplate this symbolism, squinting her eyes slightly as she was briefly lost in her own thoughts.

"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West erupted from the arena speakers like a bomb being dropped out of the blue, the fans turned towards the arena stage with a look of shock and horror as Kelly Conway came strolling out, clad in her all red ring gear and a briefcase at her side. Wasting no time with pleasantries, containing only a hungry gaze on her face.

"Taylor... Taylor..." Kelly mumbled to herself as she huffed through her nose like a woman possessed, looking over at the two women that had been destroying her rival. Half of her so pleased and happy and the other half feeling she was about to be robbed by her own team. That just couldn't happen. Tonight it was time to steal the show.

Kelly rushed the ring, slid in and presented the breifcase to the ref. "DO IT! DO IT NOW! IM GETTING IN ON THIS!" Kelly yelled at the Referee while the she gaze Taylor some sympathetic looks, she clearly wanted the match to stop and Kelly coming in was just not needed. Taylor had endured enough.

"DO IT!" Kelly yelled again, shoving the ref, prompting her to stumble over towards the edge of the ring, presenting the briefcase to the timekeeper while yelling at the announcer who quickly took to her mic.

"L-Ladies and Gentleman..." She began.

Meanwhile Kelly was shoving Brittany aside to get over to Taylor.

"Stand up! C'MON AND STAND UP! HA! OH GOD! LOOK AT YOU!" Kelly screamed down at Taylor, pacing around her before looking over at DB and Brittany pointing at the both of them. "YOU TWO! STEP. ASIDE! YOU'VE DONE E-FUCKING-NUFF!" Kelly roared like deranged woman, running her fingers through her hair. She was so chalked up on adrenaline right now. Victory was guaranteed.

"Kelly Conway is cashing in her Number One Contender's contract for the AFW Friction Championship! The following Contest is now apparently Taylor Parker ... V-Versus... Kelly Conway." Said the announcer, hiding disgust, scratching her head, while Kelly jumped for joy. "And If Kelly Conway

"Parker..." Kelly said, smiling down at Taylor, looking at her hideous, swelling face. "You've never looked better." Kelly muttered while she panted feverishly.

Taylor remained flat on her back, staring up at the lights. The only signs of life came from the small convulsions of her body when she choked on her own blood, and tried to cough it away. Not even Kelly's music and entrance roused her, though she was aware.

She was relieved. Kelly had finally come. Now she just needed to find a way to beat Kelly and go home with her title, or... to the hospital, but with her title. Everything depended on it. She couldn't even think about losing.

She tried to sit up, and sudden, crippling pain filled her head, shot through her body, and she fell back against the mat. She tried to ignore the feeling of hopeless dread in her stomach, especially when she heard that the match was not one on one with Kelly.

Her face was a swolen, broken, bloody mess. Her red-streaked blonde hair was saturated with her blood. Her proud body, covered only in denim shorts and a black pushup bra, and her black knee and shin pads, was humbled.

She tried again, and this time propped herself up on her elbow to look at Kelly. She tried to speak, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood.

Instead, she gave Kelly the finger.

D.B. was startled from her brief moment of contemplation by the sudden blaring intro of Kelly Conway herself, glancing up towards the ramp as The Coalition founder herself traipsed down the ramp with a suitcase in tow. She didn't know why she was in anyway surprised by this sudden turn of events, perhaps so swept up in the moment herself that she had failed to realize there was no better time for Kelly to pounce.

As Kelly traipsed down the ramp D.B. would hastily stuff the tattered t-shirt in her blue-jeaned pocket, half of it dangling out as if it were a mechanics rag. An odd compulsion that made her feel as if a souvenir of this night was worth the quick pilfer.

Her eyes widened and her bunny ears perked up when the announcement was made that incidentally their previous match was blown off in favor of Kelly's "Championship Match", negating D.B.'s and Brittney's efforts to at least come away with a win that night.

"...God fucking...dammit..." D.B. snarled through her teeth as she was denied the simple satisfaction of just having a win against Taylor, 2 on 1 or not. This entire beatdown and all her efforts hijacked...Huffing out loudly and stomping over to a nearby corner, D.B would sit on the top turnbuckle with her legs bent and with a front seat view of what was imminently the changing of title belts, her promise to Kelly that she would deliver her the title was the only reason she wasn't strangling the obnoxious blonde. She slouched over with folded arms and a grimace on her face, eager for Kelly to get this over with already...

As Brittany was shoved out of the way by Kelly she finally made her decision. As Death Bunny went to sit in a corner while Kelly began to taunt and berate Taylor, Brittany turned away and jumped off the ring apron. Brittany had an angry scowl on her face as she gave a look back to the ring. Brittany hated Taylor but nobody deserved this kind of treatment especially by Kelly fucking Conway.

So as Kelly began to get what she finally wanted. Brittany began to walk away heading for the exit. Brittany was now done with the Coalition. This match had shown her the way Kelly does things and Brittany didn't want to be part of it anymore. As Brittany left she made a note to get revenge on Kelly for fucking with this match and for probably ruining her chance to get even with Taylor on her own terms.

Brittany looked back at the ring one more time as she reached the top of the rank and without saying anything she slipped off Kelly before leaving.

Kelly's brow twitched when Taylor flipped her off, but she quickly regained herself and even had to resist the urge to laugh at her fallen foe while she otherwise ignored the complaints of her allies, only taking notice when she realized Brittany was walking up the ramp. "Aww! Where you going!? " She asked loudly, turning back just in time to miss Brittany's bird.

The ref then reluctantly called for the bell even though Taylor couldn't stand, it was all she could do.


"The new era of AFW is about to begin." Kelly muttered toward Taylor, gazing at the bloodied and bruised champion. "You think you're tough don't you!? Fighting Two on One and being defiant to the end!? YOU CAN ACT TOUGH ALL YOU WANT, PARKER! I'M JUST SMARTER! I'll shut your mouth and that cocky little attitude once and for all because NOW I run the show!" Kelly yelled down at Taylor, rushing to the woman and leaping into the air, trying to come down with both knees onto Taylor's stomach.

Kelly then shifted a knee across Taylor's chest and lifted her arms up in the air while grinning down at Taylor, waiting for that glorious three count!

"ONE!"