Iron Women: Chloe Mason vs. Taylor Parrish

Iron Woman Match
Victory Conditions: The match will last for thirty minutes. The woman with the most legal falls at the end of this period - whether by pinfall, submission, or knockout - will win the match. If both women have the same number of falls at the end of the period, a "sudden death" period will ensue until one woman claims the deciding fall.

Taylor had made it a point to push out all other distractions coming into this match, and for the most part, she had managed.

A million thoughts had played at her mind all week, and at one point, she had realized they threatened to hinder her preparation. That, she could not afford, whether her mind dwelt on her frustrations upon starting her career here...or the more pleasant experiences she had enjoyed to keep her from becoming genuinely irritated. With as clear a mind as possible, the blonde crossed the ramp and stage with a wave to the fans - with perhaps less pep in her step than usual. Nearly unnoticeable, to both the woman herself and to the crowd watching.

She needed the entirety of her facilities for this match. She had asked for it, though it might have sounded absurd to most people. She wanted an Iron Woman match, against whoever would fight her, to release some tensions and impress some people, the fans and management included. Taylor had fought in at least a dozen of these matches in her time in Canada. Exhausting. Painful. Thrilling. And most importantly of all, a proving ground for toughness and resilience. Taylor felt that she had both of those in spades, and nothing could strike a more obvious contrast between two competitors than having multiple falls involved. No one could fluke their way to a victory in an Iron Woman match. That gave Taylor a great deal of confidence, yet again.

This confidence finally struck her as she clambered into the ring, and it did manage to bring excitement to her nerves and a smile to her face as she made to the turnbuckle to blow her kiss to the crowd. Yes, she would get what she wanted out of this match, whomever they had found as her opponent. If she didn't believe it, she would have wasted all that preparation time for the past week.

She dropped to the mat, and some last-second stretches accompanied her wait for her opponent.

Some crazy part of her brain hoped she would fight a woman who stood six feet tall. She smirked. A win over a woman like that would grab people's attention.

So far, things in AFW have been very up and down.

It was something that Chloe had expected, but still held on to her dreams of conquest. She had her first win, making short work of that pink brat. Then after that, she suffered her first loss, one being so close to her win. And then she found favor being a spokesmodel with a hosiery company, giving the blonde woman a lot of money in her pockets. Things were getting better, sure. But she needed to return to normality and get back into the winning side of things. And more importantly, to resume her dreams of absolute domination in AFW.

She needed a win. A convincing win. And such an opportunity soon came to the tormentress when she was given a match. An Iron Woman Match. Admittedly, Chloe was just a tiny bit nervous. But also more intrigued and enthusiastic. Many of her fights in the past have usually been to one fall and while the woman is tough for her size, it was never shown how much exactly she could take. There was never a true test to her endurance, but after Debra tested that a bit herself, Chloe had been curious herself. She always prided herself for her determination, her courage, and the will to fight, even in the worse of circumstances. It takes a lot to get the diminutive woman to tap but how far could she go. She believes this match would be able to show it.

Her theme starts blasting through the speakers as she appears onto the ramp, showing the crowd annd her opponent that it isn't a six foot woman. But someone who stands at 5'2" instead. Her body covered in a large black fur coat, two of her bodyguards by her side, big and burlier as always. Chloe walked down the ramp, her trademark haughty smirk formed on her red lips lips, her eyes focused on the ring and the blonde inside it, not even sparing a glance to anyone in the crowd. Her focus is on the match, not on them. Never has been. And while she could hear the cat calls and whistles from them, Chloe sure as hell never shown that they reached her ears. Stopping near the apron, one of them taking her coat of for her and showing off her attire, a bit different from before as she is wearing a tight black and gold fancy leotard. The choice of a attire is so that she could show off some dark SexySilk fishnet stockings that she shows off when one other bodyguard takes off her knee high 6.5" stiletto boots. With her primary weapons of choice unsheathed and on full display, Chloe steps under the top rope and enters the ring. Scoffing as she appraises her opponent while she stretches, Chloe props her leg on the middle rope while she does her own mini-stretches.

Taylor's stretching stopped altogether to watch the antics of her approaching opponent. The more she took in, the higher her pale eyebrows raised.

Fur coat. Gigantic heels. Beefcastles at her side. She looked as if she belonged on a runway or a reality show, rather than in a ring of combat.

Only when the woman reached the ring, and said beefcastles removed her coat and those tacky boots, did Taylor notice her height and frame. She couldn't have stood over five foot three, five foot four at most, and that estimation might have spotted her a bonus couple of inches. She possessed a fit frame, sure, but she easily weighed thirty pounds less than Taylor, who could hardly be called the burliest woman around, herself.

Wait. Long blonde hair, nice red lipstick, leotard and fishnets. Taylor narrowed her eyes as she realized what had happened here.

They had booked her to fight mini-Taylor. The blonde had to resist the urge to facepalm, but she could not stop from scrunching up her nose in distaste.

In any other match, the gimmick wouldn't have bothered her. But in an Iron Woman match? With this woman's size and apparent need for doting, Taylor wondered if she wouldn't have her snapped in half by the second fall, and if she did survive Taylor's submission holds, she may not make it thirty minutes on pure endurance alone. What did she gain if she beat a woman three-quarters of her size, whether or not that woman proved she could wrestle? The crowd would see five foot eight Taylor defeating someone smaller, no matter the difficulty of the victory, and she imagined that they wouldn't particularly care.

And the woman had the audacity to frown at her when she stepped into the ring. Taylor grumbled under her breath. At least she had incentive to wipe the floor with this Chloe, as they had introduced her - her entire being reeked of diva, and Taylor didn't get along well with divas.

She had seen and waited long enough, and she flicked a thumb at the ref girl who stepped into the ring. "Let's just get going." The ref obeyed, and went to call for the bell as Taylor stood with hands that moved from her hips up into a fighting stance.

The two bodyguards stand on either side of the ring, still and quiet. They have their orders and when Chloe calls on them to do something, they will. But even they know that is sometimes not needed, only in the most dire of situations. For this one, Chloe was confident that she could handle this.

And even if may or may not fight, at least look good. Chloe wouldn't have this attire as her first choice but she seems no harm in giving it a try. Sure she was rich enough to go buy another expensive dress but she never liked having it ruined. And while not the type to go with tight clothing, the blonde did have a nice figure, one that have been trained from many battles and looked more better. She ain't no instagram model but she was fit in her own right.

While Taylor may have seen the Chloe as her 'mini-me', Chloe sure doesn't. Sure she noticed some similarity, but to her, she is just another opponent. Or victim. And hopefully someone that does prove to be a challenge. She better hope so. Nothing gained to have beaten someone who is just a jobber.

Taylor Parrish may not gain much from winning. But everything if she loses. And Chloe is not looking to have another loss in her record. To her, it is a must win. And something to show that she could take on anything.

At least she looks ready to start already, eager to get this show on the road. No need to go along with any unnecessary banter, just gotta fight. So at least this match would be bearable. Better than facing that brat before. Her stocking clad foot finally touches the mat as she takes it off the ropes, turning to face her opponent with that same haughty look. As Taylor got her hands up, Chloe did the same, getting into her own fighting stance. Glaring at her opponent with steel determination over her fists as she considered how to go about this.

Chloe would need to play this one a bit differently.

When the bell rang, Chloe came out of her corner, quicker than before as she looked to close the distance, which is a different sight for the crowd as before she would wait for her opponent and counter. She wanted to get the momentum on her side right off the bat and when she is in range, she looks to introduce Taylor to her feet, her left aiming toward the taller blonde's thigh and the right foot thrown out just aiming under her ribs. Something to test this girl a bit.

No distractions, Taylor reminded herself. She had enough on her mind that if she focused too much on any of the frills of this match rather than the woman in front of her, she could slip up. It had already happened once, when in a good mood.

Her irritation left with a deep breath as Chloe entered the ring with her, and once the bell rang, Taylor stood across from her with spread feet and eyes as icy as their color. Shorter opponent, lithe-looking. Probably quick and flexible - usually a necessity at Chloe's size if she expected to compete at this level. Taylor's plan didn't deviate from her usual with the smaller women. She wanted to ground her and incapacitate her, and in a match like this, if she could get Chloe down once, she had all confidence that she could hold onto the momentum.

But she had to see what the woman truly offered as a fighter. The taller blonde stood her ground, statuesque, and waited for her to approach. "You come over here, mini-me," she mumbled under her breath.

She did, and Taylor had her pegged - quick.

Taylor took a step back when Chloe approached, but that didn't save her from the foot coming towards her thigh, which she didn't see. She felt it, though, and she winced as a loud smack rang out while the foot met her thigh muscles. The strike stung, more than Taylor would have expected, and jostled her foot from its position on the mat.

It nearly distracted her enough that she didn't see the second foot coming for her side. The higher blow was easier to spot and block, though, and Taylor stopped herself from taking the hit by shoving out her forearm at the last second, against Chloe's shin.

Hoping that threw the other blonde off-balance, Taylor lunged forward, looking to hook her arm around Chloe's neck and slam her to the mat. She didn't want to get into a round of kickboxing - not at all.

Chloe's game plan is the same as it was before, only that she decided to play the attacker right off the bat. She came in with aggression, which probably surprised the taller blonde as she manages to catch a clean hit to the thigh. Chloe saw Taylor's facial features change as soon as she took the kick and a small smile appears on her face.

Not that she would get to enjoy it for long. Chloe was too eager when she went for a kick higher than the last, hoping to at least catch the blonde and send her back to the corner. The kick did hit. Just not in the intended target however.

Taylor managed to shove her forearm onto Chloe's shin. Chloe should have known it was quite balsy. Maybe a kick to the knee would have been the better choice.

Her kick has been knocked back and Taylor, with no intention to get into a slugfest with the smaller blonde, grappled with Chloe, her arm hooked around her neck and slammed her diminutive frame to the mat. "Ghh!" She grunted as she landed, the mats comfortable to cushion a fall but still remind you of it. And despite the hard fall, she was not yet done.

Her brain ordered her body and with gritted teeth, attempts to roll to her left side before firing a side kick from the ground, mostly aiming for Taylor's abs. She wants to send a message to the taller blonde that she was not gonna go without a fight.

No one would mistake Taylor's tactics for pretty - not compared to those wrestlers who could perform gymnastics from the top of the turnbuckle and the like - but she knew no one could doubt their efficiency. If she could take a woman off her feet and leave her reeling on the ground, she had won the engagement. Back in Canada, she would have the fight won already if she made it that far. Those women had little chance to turn the tide of a match once Taylor forced them to squirm beneath her in whatever hold she locked in before they could react. That dominance brought Taylor some of her greatest joy in the wrestling ring.

So while she carried her smaller opponent to the mat, shoulder-first, with the most basic and sudden takedown, she thought she might already have her ripe for a first fall. Her last opponents had possessed the frame to withstand the submission specialist's ground assault, but Chloe - Chloe was much lighter. In Taylor's plans, the woman would buckle under the quick impact and leave the bigger blonde to climb on top.

But as she got her hands beneath her to start climbing, she found Chloe already squirming, and soon after, felt the impact of another hard shot from the woman's foot landing squarely in the center of her stomach - a shot she didn't expect that worked its way right past her relaxed abs to nearly knock the breath out of her. "Tchn!"

She rocked backwards until she sat on her own heels, holding her midsection. "Frickin'..." ...strikers - the bane of her existence. Always had some way to bite back.

Taylor did, too - or she needed to, before the other blonde could get back to her annoyingly effective feet. With a clenched jaw and her composure regained, she propelled herself off of her heels with an elbow extended to drop into Chloe's midsection and crush her back against the mat. Not pretty, but hopefully, effective.

No one would have thought Chloe to be tough, especially from the takedown. Mostly it is just by will and determination, the kind that her brain will tell her body to keep going. Even if the body physically cannot. And even though the situation seems bad, Chloe still tries her damn hardest to show that she isn't going down without giving her opponent some trouble.

There are times when an opponent can be aware and would deflect and counter the kick she just threw. And then there are times when her opponent is taken by surprise from that. Chloe's stocking clad foot strikes right into Taylor's abs, her petite foot knocking the air out of the blonde. "Awww...did that hurt? Oh boo hoo(!)" While she is happy that she scored the hard hit on her taller opponent, the small smirk creeping on her red lips as she rocked her backwards, but surely she expected more from her opponent. Or is it that because she is small that Taylor didn't give any credit to her.

If she was to be her "mini-me", then Taylor should at least give some credit. Considering that they are in an Iron Woman match.

Taylor seemed to rectify that. Well, she kinda has to stop Chloe's momentum now, lest she wants to fall victim to the small blonde and to suffer so humiliatingly and devastatingly. While Chloe rolled onto her butt and tried to scramble to her feet, Taylor came in to put a spanner in the works, delivering a hard elbow to crush her back to the mat again. "Gauuhh!" Now it was her turn to have some air knocked out of her. Rolling to the side, holding her midsection, grumbling through gritted teeth. "Sunuva..."

Through the disorienting fog in Taylor's head from the blow to her gut, Taylor heard the littler blonde's words. Her taunt. Already she thought she had an reason to start taunting? She proved even more obnoxious than Taylor expected. You cocky shrimp, she didn't say aloud, only fuming in her mind, but that fuming provided her with what she needed to give Chloe a deserved elbow composed of more irritation and falling body weight than physical force.

It worked. An eye for an eye, a set of abs for a set of abs.

Taylor's reaction didn't make for much fanfare, as she followed the move by pressing fingers to her diaphragm once more. Not deterred, however, Taylor shuffled across the mat to get herself in close to the woman suffering from her dropped elbow. "Did that?" she bit back, in response to the woman's taunting.

Now what to do - besides avoid more kicks. Must have been this snob's goal in life, kicking people in her pantyhose. Ridiculous.

She settled on grabbing a tuft of Chloe's blonde hair to pull her closer. That would settle the kick problem. A yank got the petite woman moving. "Surprised it's not a wig," she said under her breath, more to herself than to Chloe, as she reeled her in. Having something of a one-track mind, her next idea did not prove complicated. She shoved her arm under Chloe's nearest armpit and pulled her in more closely - close enough for her to get an arm under the other armpit, too. With Chloe in her clutches, it was only a matter of Taylor bringing her hands together over the shoulders to trap Chloe and put pressure on her neck.

A full nelson from a seated position wouldn't get anyone submitting, but Taylor wanted her weakened and primed for something more devastating. She grit her teeth and flexed to tighten the hold. She needed a way to judge what this woman could take.

The answer to the question earlier is yes, it did. Not that Chloe is going to admit that.

Chloe rolled to her side, the 'mini-me' clutching her midsection. Bitch... she thought to herself as she tried to fight through the fog of pain and focus. If she was to get back into the fight then she has to play her own game, which isn't always kicking people with pantyhose but not too far off. Anyways, just don't be forced to play Taylor's game. Although sadly, once she is down, this blonde wasn't gonna get back up to her feet again.

She gets dragged by her hair, Chloe growling at this. Not her luscious golden locks. Feeling the roots and the burning sensation of her scalp as she gets pulled in towards the blonde bear woman, only for Taylor to slide her arms under her armpits, grasping her hands behind her neck to lock in a standard full nelson. Seems to be the theme so far. Pretty standard. Nothing flashy but effective.

And effective if is as Chloe groans from having the pressure built on her neck, her hands tightening into wrists. "Oh it's all real...gah... unlike you.... bitch..." She could talk all she wants but it isn't gonna get her off. Through gritted teeth, she tried to get her stocking clad feet together and close before attempting to push up to at least one knee first. Twisting and turning as she does. She set her mind to escape. And that's what she's gonna try doing.