Iron Women: Chloe Mason vs. Taylor Parrish

Taylor supposed she should have expected to, but she already liked hearing this woman groan. Meant less taunting, and Taylor already knew she did not have the patience for any taunting tonight - not in a match that would last for a half an hour.

Oh, but Chloe continued with her blabbering, even while Taylor rocked her in the hold. A deep scowl formed on the bigger blonde's face. The insult fell far short of stinging - as most did, since Taylor typically didn't care - but Chloe's audacity irritated her. "See...", she began, voice carrying venom. "I don't much care what you say while I'm separating your neck from your shoulders. The more you talk, the more I bend." To prove her point, she thrust her palms down against the smaller blonde's neck again, with a flex of her triceps and shoulders.

Then came the bucking.

Taylor tried to keep her ass rooted to the ground and act as dead weight, but those legs, what with the biting kicks they propelled, clearly had some strength in them. Chloe used them as an anchor to start pushing herself up. She didn't make it all the way up, but she jostled enough that Taylor had to bend herself forward and lose leverage to keep it locked. It wasn't worth the trouble for a full nelson.

That didn't mean Taylor wanted to let go. She had another option with this lock.

Though she continued to force her hands down on Chloe's neck, Taylor started to rise onto her knees, then to her feet, roughly hauling Chloe up with her before the little snob could get her own feet beneath her.

Taylor spread her legs and tensed her muscles. Chloe couldn't have been over, what, a hundred and twenty pounds, if that?

An easy lift. The blonde called on a burst of power and, with her arms still hooked beneath her opponent's armpits, heaved Chloe off of her feet, having all intentions of sending her straight back to the mat with the full nelson slam.

This one certainly isn't in the mood for small talk.

Taylor made it clear about it when she torques on the hold a lot more. Chloe groans more, her head forced down, wincing from the discomfort of the hold. It is still earlier in the match though and Chloe is showing no signs of quitting.

Sure, talk is cheap. And it was time for action.

She managed to get her feet together and get onto one knee, all the while jostling and bucking so that she could maybe get herself free. Chloe figured that she wasn't one to be calm and collected, although with someone apparently copying your style and making things annoying for you, it's kinda hard no to be.

Still, Chloe managed to make Taylor lose leverage on the lock. Now that she needs to get to her feet and work her way from there.

That is if Taylor hasn't beaten her to the punch.

She seems to have caught on with the idea and certainly doesn't like standing all that much to the point that Taylor gets her own feet under her, and summoning her power to lift up the diminutive blonde up. "Waah!"

And what comes up, must come down. "Ufff!"

Chloe gets sent back to the ground by Taylor with a nice Full Nelson slam, back first, knocking some air out of her. Her stocking clad legs raised before they fall onto the mat. Coughing, the landing wasn't a nice one, Chloe splayed on the floor, her left hand rubbing her back as she arches it. "Uhhh..."

Much as submission holds anchored Taylor's offensive strategy...she loved when she got to flatten a woman to the mat. She felt like a superhero, and best of all, the crowd would think of her as a superhero, too.

The full nelson slam proved no exception. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her while she executed it, joined by a shot of satisfaction from watching Chloe slam into the mat and rattle off of it. She took only the time to regard the reeling woman, take a few pacing steps like a circling wolf, and offer a smirk to the cheering crowd to celebrate her success.

Pain to nurse and on her back on the mats - Taylor had Chloe right where she wanted her, to her mental script. She needed to keep up this momentum, and a good wrestler knew when to stop gloating and get back to the hitting in an Iron Woman match.

Taylor's particular choice for the next hit - a drop of her knee into the side of Chloe's abs, letting her own body weight do the work.

Inflicting pain was not all she wanted to gain from the blow, however. From her new position kneeling, Taylor searched for a grip on Chloe's opposite arm and the opportuninty to flip the woman onto her stomach and fulfill bad intentions to put the finishing touches on the damage done to Chloe's neck.

Chloe groans as she writhes on the mat, her hand rubbing her back. That was a tough slam and the rough landing didn't help matters. She hears the crowd cheer for Taylor, her eyes closed so she couldn't see that bitch lording over her body.

She was given a brief respite, Chloe knowing that she is in big trouble. Her brain ordering her body to move. But the body is still stunned from the drop. The respite ended and Taylor got back to the swing of things when she performed a knee drop right to the side of her abs. "Gaah!"

As if flattened like a bug, the bigger blonde drove her knee down, feeling the full weight drop down onto the small blonde. But she wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

Taylor had her grip on Chloe's arm, the once haughty blonde unable to think through the fog of pain as she gets flipped onto the stomach. The side of her face laying on the mats, fearing what is about to come next as she went with the finishing touches.

The sudden, tight snatch of Chloe's wrist proved unnecessary. Taylor had her dazed from the repeated impacts, and the Canadian (and probably anyone no more than ten rows up the stands, if they had half a brain) could tell that she had a window of opportunity to inflict a hold more painful than Chloe could tolerate. And now that she had Chloe by her arm, half the battle was won, anyway. One particular hold in her arsenal suited the circumstances.

She tucked Chloe's hand and forearm between her fishnet-clad thighs and slid down onto her own hip so that those thighs squeezed shut, robbing the woman of the use of that arm - no prying her way out of this hold. With the certainty brought on by having locked in this particular hold at least a hundred times, Taylor slipped her hands beneath Chloe's chin and clasped them together, with her thumbs brushing the smaller woman's painted lips.

The smallest of temptations to tease her mini-me's mouth, or to make a comment about how people would have paid to touch her thighs, struck her, but tonight was no night for mind games. Those were best saved for the traditional matches, not in a thirty-minute gauntlet that tested a woman's endurance. And if she got the lead she wanted, she could give Chloe the teasing she deserved for daring to mock her earlier.

But the temptation to offer one small taunt of her own proved too much - the prospect sounded therapeutic after a long week.

"What was it you said?", she asked, feigning ignorance and raising a groomed eyebrow.

Then she pulled back, unceremoniously, on Chloe's chin, bending her neck backwards in the torque of the crippler crossface and forcing her to look up into the crowd. "Boo hoo?"

This was going from bad to worse. The 'mini-me' was on her front, her wrist in the grasp of Taylor. She didn't know of Taylor Parrish and her skills, but the rest of the crowd who have and had seen her before knows that this is probably the start of the end.

And anyone with a brain would have seen the set up to know it. One arm trapped between the fishnet-clad thighs of Taylor and her hands clasped together under her chin. A crippler crossface.

"Aaauuughh!!" Chloe shrieks in pain, the pressure from the hold effecting her already hurting back and neck as she cranks the hold, the smaller blonde's back arches in effect. With one arm out of play, her other arm comes up and her hand tries to pry it. A normal person would probably tap already to her excellent submissions skills.

Although Chloe isn't just a normal person.

Sure, it fucking hurts like hell, but she's too stubborn quit, which can and had been her downfall. But unless she has no way of escaping, Chloe isn't ready to just throw in the towel just yet. But she needs an opening. Something to get out of this.

Well what about the thumbs that are right near Chloe's red painted lips?

While she isn't above cheating, it was funny that she hadn't done so in her past matches. Especially one that she lost. If she was to win, she probably will have to get a little bit dirty.

So why not? Chloe tries to turn her head a bit, much to the pain that she is receiving, before she tries to bite at one of the thumbs next to her!

That was just about the right sound, coming from Chloe's throat. The sound of a woman who had best tap or find herself with a neck injury.

Taylor grit her teeth and maintained the curve of Chloe's back at the highest point it could manage without giving way. A hand came up in defense, pulling at Taylor's, and the larger blonde shook her head in response. Trying to escape was courageous, sure, but she couldn't hope to pry off two hands, with the advantage of leverage, using one of her own. Proving her point, Chloe's fingers gripped at hers, making no progress. The tap out usually followed the noble effort, so Taylor need only wait - she could rock back like this all day, if necessary, while Chloe squirmed and wore thin her precious endurance for this lengthy match. She shifted her thighs, rubbing them over Chloe's arm, and waited.

Several seconds passed, and Taylor gave her credit...until a searing pain shot into the end of her thumb. "Sh-!" The pain made her instinctively yank the hand back, to escape it and momentarily losing the grip she had on Chloe's chin. She glanced at the throbbing thumb. Redness, and a tooth mark, right under the trimmed nail.

Rage filled her. The bitch had bit her thumb.

"You stop!", she howled, and balled the hand into a fist, bringing it roughly against the side of Chloe's jaw. Not a sharp blow from the knuckles - nearly a slap.

Her hand sank back into place. She would not let her go. Not after that. No, Taylor wanted her to feel some humiliation in return for that kind of cheap trick. She had picked the wrong day to bite a girl's finger.

She shoved two fingers from each hand, middle and index, into the sides of Chloe's mouth and pulled back on the crossface once more - stretching it open and holding it a hostage as much as her arm and chin, for all the crowd before her to see. "Try to bite me again. I dare you!"

It kinda seemed like a good idea at the time. There wasn't anyway that she could get out, Taylor has her locked in tight. She bit the thumb of the bigger blonde, hoping that would have been enough to break the hold.

Apparently she picked the worst time to do something like that.

And all she has got from her troubles is a fist-slap to the side of her jaw before she reinforced the crossface. Taylor didn't needed more of a reason to punish this small girl but with the dirty trick, that was putting gasoline into a raging fire.

Taylor's fingers found their way inside Chloe's mouth, fishooking the blonde bitch and she pulled back. Chloe's screams can be heard and her pearly whites are shown to most of the crowd. She probably could bite her. But that wouldn't be wise to do so.

No way out. She's gotta tap.

And she did just that, her free hand slapping onto the match to signal her submission, regrettably and grudgingly giving the lead to Taylor.