Satomi Kojima vs Taylor Parker

Taylor's eyes widened after Satomi's threat. "See... that's the part that worries me. I mean... it's just a match, right?" She said in a hushed voice. Then she straightened up and taunted in her usual brash, obnoxious, taunting-voice. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll still get plenty of screen time, even if you do spend all of it on your back."

She raked her blond hair back out of her face and stalked around Satomi. She bent to grab two generous handfuls of the girl's voluminous red hair and yanked her up, wary of any potential retaliation. Then she grabbed Satomi's wrist and took a big step in front of her before using her leverage and momentum to whip her into the ropes.

Satomi realized that she might've been a little harsh, perhaps even unsportsmanlike. But then, Taylor did spend much of the match being an annoying prick, and if she was trying to get under Satomi's skin, she succeeded. Poor Satomi was seething with frustrated anger, and even if Taylor didn't intend for her to be this angry, she was.

"Then you shouldn't have tried to piss me off so much," Satomi responded. Perhaps Taylor was afraid Satomi would seek her out after the match, and try to get revenge there. Luckily for her, Satomi wasn't that type. She didn't take this stuff out of the ring, preferring to just be a waitress.

Satomi whimpered as Taylor grabbed her hair, and pulled her up to her feet. She couldn't stand very well, her leg was in too much pain. Without putting up much of a fight, Satomi was easily thrown out, nearly tripping, only slamming into the ropes because they were close. Satomi's slammed into the ropes chest-first, hitting them hard and crumpling against the ropes. She held on to the top rope, trying not to collapse, even though her leg couldn't hold her weight at all.

Taylor couldn't resist the target Satomi had given her. She never expected Satomi to stay upright long enough to rebound off the ropes... she half expected her to just faceplant as soon as she threw her. But there she was, with her back to Taylor a short run away. It was just like in the beginning of the match... Taylor started into a run and leapt as high as she could, brought her knee up, flying through the air and aiming to smash her knee in between Satomi's shoulder blades.

Satomi knew she was an open target. There wasn't much she could do about it, considering how badly her leg was hurting, and how she had taken quite a beating already. She was surprised Taylor still had so much energy. Satomi was at her limit, shouldn't Taylor be as well?

Taylor's knee answered that question. It drove in between Satomi's shoulders, making the poor girl gasp out in pain. Her eyes watered, and her head became dizzy. Satomi's knees buckled beneath her, slowly falling down onto her back in a daze. Her eyes were unfocused, her breathing in shallow pants.

Taylor put her hands on her hips and took a couple seconds to let her breath and the pain in her back settle down. She wasn't done yet, though, so her body would just have to take a few more for the team, then the medical staff could tell her all about everything that went wrong with her. She measured with her eyes the distance between Satomi and the ropes to her right.

She dragged Satomi back a couple feet and started at a quick pace toward the ropes. She'd likely only get one shot at this one. The butterflies that usually accompanied these moments took flight in her stomach and she took a deep breath. As she approached, her pace quickened into a run and then she jumped, planted both feet on the middle rope, and jumped off. She turned a fairly neat, though rather painful, 3/4 backflip, her legs arcing through the air with her knees aimed at Satomi's head.

As Satomi lay on the mat, her mind slowly began to clear. Her back ached, her head hurt, and quite honestly she felt like she had taken way too much damage from this match. She watched Taylor prepare her finisher, knowing full well that if she got hit with that, there was a good chance she wouldn't be returning to the ring for a while. Could she dodge it? Did she have the strength remaining?

Satomi watched as Taylor arched through the air. It was now or never. Satomi pushed herself to the side with all her strength, trying to roll out of the way. In the end, all she could do was flop a little to the side. But perhaps Satomi had managed to avoid the worse of the hit...

Taylor used her hands, tucked close to her sides to break her fall as she always did, but her knees slammed into the mat with neither Satomi's head nor her usual knee pads to soften the blow. She cried out with the shock of it and rolled to her side a couple times before coming up in a sitting position, one knee pulled up to her chest while she vigorously rubbed it.

"Why?" She whined. "I mean... come on. Really? Ridiculous. Not that I'm surprised..." She sighed, and began pushing up to her feet, carefully testing out her sore knee.

Satomi was glad to have gotten out of the way, if only barely. This obviously hurt Taylo quite a bit, maybe even as badly as Satomi was hurt. Satomi rolled a little more to the side, before pushing up onto her hands and knees, wincing from the pain.

"Heh, I guess I didn't want to get hurt any more," Satomi said, with a cheeky smile. She slowly pushed herself up as well, knowing that the next move would probably decide this match. Neither girl was in much shape to keep on fighting.

The pain in her legs and back was enough to stop Taylor from getting back up. She sat down on one ankle with her other knee pulled to her chest. Seeing Satomi get back up... sent a pang of despair through her. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it up. She'd hit the girl with just about everything she had, and she was definitely feeling all the abuse and the exhaustion catch up with her.

"Fuck." She said under her breath. With Satomi on her feet, she had no choice but to follow suit, regardless of how tired or hurt she was. For the moment, she felt anything but confident, and just once she wished the match would just end.

Then she pulled herself together. She shook her head and reminded herself that this match was her whole life, that she was way better than this little girl, and that nothing this girl could do to her could be even close to as bad as losing this match. She took a deep breath and began pushing back to her feet, without any taunts or snarky remarks this time.

Seeing how Taylor was having trouble getting back onto her feet, Satomi knew that the end was near. All she needed now was one big hit, and Taylor would go down. Still, she wanted Taylor on her feet. There was no honor in striking a downed enemy, and Satomi was nice enough at least to not do this to Taylor.

So she watched Taylor get back on her feet before striking. She moved forward quickly, aiming a kick at Taylor's gut to double her over, hoping her bad leg wouldn't give out underneath her.