Friction in MSG: Kelly Conway (C) Vs. Taylor Parker

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: The winner of the match will be declared the Friction World Champion

Junko could hardly contain herself as she waited for her cue from the PA. "It's a dream for me too, you know? fufuf~" She said. "Tokyodome, AFWdome, Madison Square Garden, the holy trinity of wrestling, at least, for me, fufu~" She said. "How lucky to have a ringside seat." Junko flashed Taylor a coy smile, "Let's light them up." She said and disappeared through the curtain.

The arena was black except for the flicker of lit cell phones and lighters. Even the crowd's murmur was loud as Junko took a moment to bask in it while the audience still thought they were waiting. She outstretched one hand and then pressed the microphone close to her lips. "MMMMMMaaaaaaaadisssson SQUAAAARE GAAAARDEN!" She bellowed as the spotlight shown down upon her. The crowd was roaring as she easily slipped down the ramp. She was wearing a royal blue kimono with white and red fireworks patterns embroidered on it. Her grin was wide and her eyes bright.

"The moment you and THE WORLD have ALL been waiting for! The triumphant return of YOUR hoooooooometown hero! Scream for me and scream for your soon to be TWO TIME A-F-W WOOOOORLD CHAMPION!" Junko took a deep breath and turned to face the ramp.

"TAAAAAAAAYLOOOOOOOOOR PAAAAAARRRRKEEEERRRRR!"

The place flashed and boomed as pyrotechnics enveloped the crowd in a bright flash. Junko let the sight of it sear itself into her brain as Taylor's music kicked in.

When the music started, the crowd went from loud to louder. Taylor took one last breath before pushing through the doors, and when she bounded into view the crowd went berserk.

She marveled at the scope of the arena as she skipped to the front of the ramp, red-streaked pigtails trailing behind her, but the sound of it stopped her dead. She had never heard anything like it before.

She dropped to her knees in front of eighteen thousand screaming fans and put her hands together over her mouth, completely overwhelmed by the reception. She had never dared to dream of anything like this before. The crowd was so loud she could scarcely hear her music, and the whole building shook with the sound. Taylor put her palms on the floor and felt the reverberations and she swore she wasn't going to cry, but she bowed her head down until it touched the ramp.

This was a force of nature, bigger than herself. This was an act of god.

She lifted up and held her arms out to the crowd as if she could hug them all at once. "I LOVE YOU!" She screamed. She took two running steps and threw herself into the air with a butterfly twist, then a neat front flip, and clenched her fists.

She was ready. She just wanted to say hello first.

She leapt up onto the barricade separating the crowd from ringside and ran across it for several steps before dropping down into the sea of fans. She held her arms out to the sides as she waded through them, she wanted to touch all of them, and they swarmed around her as she made her way around the ring.

Finally, she emerged by jumping up onto the barricade again, standing upright and facing the crowd and blowing a kiss before jumping down and vaulting up into the ring. She jumped and stomped both feet on the mat and felt how the ring shook, and she had never felt more at home.

She glanced up toward the entrance ramp before turning her back on it with an uncontrollable smile. She bounced in place and danced and wiggled her hips and shadowboxed while she waited, unable to stand still.

A minute or so would pass by before the lights in the arena dimmed out. The whole garden remaining in darkness before the revving of sound of orchestral strings and electric keys were synched with white strobe lights, making the opening beat of "Flashing Lights" by Kanye West. The entire arena alternating between Darkness and Light before the drums finally hit, the lights alternating between Red, White and Blue as two rows of Police officers emerged from the entrance stage and began walking down the ramp.

In the center however emerged a figure, clad in an overly expensive white furcoat, an uncle sam top hat while big bug eyed sunglasses while carrying the American flag over her shoulder as a large gold best rested on her waist, walking with a great sway in her hips, her red wrestling boots practically stomping on the floor with each step she took, matching the beat of the drum as she marched with the several police officers beside her, greeted with a thunderous, almost deafening chorus of boos that threatened to drown out the song the moment they saw The Champion step into view, but she barely payed them any mind as she made her way towards the ring, looking in front of her, she saw the thorn in her side, the one she had hated for years with a fire that had grown over time. Taylor Parker was the woman she loathed more than anyone in AFW. Tonight she was going to be crushed in front of all her fans.

She walked around the towards the steps but stopped just shy of them when she spotted a little girl, front row with her parents behind her, decked out in head to toe with Taylor Parker Merchandise. Kelly grinned deviously and walked up close to the railing to get in the girl's face, who looked on uncomfortably. "She's not gonna win! She's not gonna win! Kelly mocked the girl obnoxiously, shaking her head in her face tauntingly as she yelled over the roars of the crowd, and her music while pointing at the title on her waist.  Her family looked on, visibly shocked and bothered by Kelly's taunting towards their daughter. The champion cackled and made her way up the steps to get into the ring with her rival.

"YOU! I WANT YOU!" Cried Uncle Sam Kelly while pointing at Taylor with the American flag hanging over her shoulder, which she handed off to a P.A. before removing her hat and glasses and then finally her coat, until she was standing in nothing but her ring attire.

Giving Taylor a smug, confident look, Kelly removed the title from her waist and turned her back on the woman to heads towards a nearby corner which she would mount before raising the title high above her head to her 'adoring' public.

Your All-American AFW Friction Champion!:

Cameras flashed and the crowd booed the champion who smugly stepped off the turnbuckle before turning back to Taylor, letting the ref take the gold while The Champ kept her eyes locked on her opponent, glaring at her hatefully before kissing the air between them.

"I see you brought your mom."

Taylor closed her eyes and waited until she knew Kelly was coming down the ramp before turning around. When her eyes locked on the hateful champ, a feeling like electricity shot through her body, and she could hardly breathe.

She bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet while she waited out Kelly's antics, her mind automatically racing through the possible angles, the steps, the moves. When Kelly finally got in the ring, Taylor held up a finger and slipped out.

She went to the crowd, to the little girl in the front row by the ring steps, and gave her and her parents a big smile before easily hefting the girl up and parking her on her hip. She turned to face the bewildered girl toward the ring, pointed at Kelly and swished her hand dismissively at her. She shook her head and made a distasteful face at the girl. Kelly was gross. Kelly was the worst. The little girl nodded and mimicked the face.

"Don't worry about a thing," she whispered in the girl's ear before returning her to her parents with a wink.

"KELLY'S GOT MY BELT!" She crowed to the cheering crowd. "AND IT'S TIME TO GET IT BACK!"

She turned and jumped back into the ring, and only grinned at Kelly as she stared at her from across the ring. The sharp clang of the bell pierced through the noise in the arena, and while Taylor strode out toward the middle of the ring the crowd chanted her name.

Tay-lor! Tay-lor! Tay-lor!

Kelly's eyes perked up when Taylor held up her finger and exited the ring to go over towards that little girl at front row. Kelly huffed in amusement and looked at the ref while pointing at Taylor as if it was the most pathetic thing ever.

But when Kelly turned to look at Taylor again she was holding the young girl up and they were both clearly, mocking her. Kelly's cocky smile soon turned into that of clearly offended anger, looking on disbelief as the litttle girl was making faces at her now before she was left with her folks.

When Taylor left, the little girl's eyes were wide and lively, the biggest smile on her face after being held by her hero.

Kelly was clearly unamused.

"Oh that's cute! That's reeaaal cute!" Kelly spat angrily while the Ref girl held up the Friction Title to the crowd before giving it the bell keeper, who would sit down and ring the bell.

For Kelly that bell was like a gun shot in her head. Her entrance was larger than life and pompous. But now that she was in the ring with Taylor and the match had started, all she could see was her target that she wanted to destroy.

She couldn't help but look around the rowdy and packed arena, feeling adrenaline in her veins, she didn't care who they were cheating for because the presence of the crowd made her feel godly.

Kelly was eager and didn't want to lock up. She just wanted to murder her foe and would rush Taylor at full speed, trying to take her head off with a hard clothesline. "HAAAAAHHH!!"

When Kelly rushed at her, Taylor kicked into a full sprint before jumping up high, coiling her body, and unloading a rib-shattering dropkick squarely into Kelly's chest. The impact was like Kelly had wandered into oncoming traffic and swiftly sent her clothesline return to fucking sender.

The sight brought an explosive cheer from the crowd, and Taylor was instantly back on her feet.

Kelly eyes shot wide when the high flying punk rushed her and leaped into the air. Kelly had nowhere to go or stop her momentum. In an instant she felt those boots slam right into her sternum, knocking her right off her feet with resounding force.

"OUGH!" Kelly hit the mat hard, her legs shooting in the air as she bounced on the canvas. She was stunned, winded and wide eyed.

"P-PUNK!" She spat as she rolled onto her stomach and crawled for the ropes hastily.

Without missing a beat, Taylor went after Kelly, grabbing two handfuls of hair and slinging her to one side so she could slip behind her. She wrapped her hands over Kelly's face and jumped, put her knees in Kelly's back, and fell to the mat, letting the sudden stop at the end jar Kelly's spine and blow the air out of her lungs.

The crowd was chanting again, "Go! Go! Go!"

Kelly didn't get as far away. She cried out as her hair was nabbed by the rough punk, getting pulled around as her face was covered by Taylor's hands before....

"HOOUGHHH!!!" A horrid breathless cry emitted from Kelly, spit flying from her mouth as her body went rigid, flopping to the mat limply, squirming around with a twitch, the crowd giving both an audible cry of sympathy and joy as they saw the air knocked from the lungs of the big mouthed champion!

Taylor bounced back to her knees, shoved Kelly over onto her back, and laid her body across Kelly's chest, pressing her midsection down over her shoulders. She had started with a bang, and in the blink of an eye she was already pinning the champ!

She arched her back and propped herself up on her palm to flash a grin and a peace sign to the crowd while the ref counted, and when the ref slapped the mat, eighteen thousand frenzied fans counted with her.

"ONE!"