Friction vs Tension Pro - Akashi & Taylor vs Tai & Brad Chad

Taylor smacked into the mat with no Tai around to cushion her fall. She landed the way she always did, using her hands against her sides to help her body land easily, but her knees slammed into the mat at full speed. Knee pads or not, it hurt, she couldn't help herself.

"Nyaaha!" She cried, immediately curling her knees up into her chest. She bit her lip and began trying to push herself back to her feet. Hurt or not, she wasn't going to let Tai think he'd actually gained the upper hand.

Tai shook his head and groaned, having rolled to his knee's. Seeing Taylor on the ground, Tai would try and get to his feet, starting to head over to his corner, wanting to try and tag in Brad Chad!

Taylor and what-his-face had been pretty busy in the ring, much like Brad Chad, who had been occupied with alot as well. Occupied with this stunningly handsome man in his hand-mirror!

"Oooh gawd, you're so pretty. So pretty I can just kiss the shit out of you! Yes you are! Yeees you are!"

Brad was about to pucker his lips and give his reflection a soppingly wet kiss, but then Tai catches his attention, looking like he had just escaped from torture or something. Whatever.

"What's the matter bro, you look tired..."

Brad leans over and waits for his wierdo partner to respond, but then he remembers that the match was still going on! Brad hated to throw away his hand mirror, but for the sake of his.....partner, he'd do it! For love and glory! Most importantly, however, it was also because Brad had been promised a lump sum of money for competing in this match. Gotta get that money, right?

Brad recieves the tag and takes his sweet ass time climbing in the ring. Now to get a look at his enemy. Holy shit, it's that hot chick from earlier! Brad licks his lips and starts running his hands through his gelled hair. It's his own personalized, sexy routine that almost guarentees him a lay. Usually the ladies would go for that shit. Never failed him once, before.

Taylor's legs were still a little unsteady, and she watched in horror as Tai tagged out to his partner. The idea of having that greasy moron put his hands on her turned her stomach. Still, she wasn't about to tag out to Akashi or anything. She could do this.

She strode to the middle of the ring with her hands on her hips, looking over Brad. She needed to kick his ass, but she needed to make it a show, too. It was time to turn on the old Parker Charm.

"Go to hell, you punk bitch!" She shouted at him, showing him a middle finger. "How are you even here? Did you sign up on the wrong form or something? What were you going for, really, gay hair dresser summer camp? Good thing, judging by that thing on your head, the one thing that you just might be worse at than wrestling is hair. Your hair looks like a sheepdog's ass after eating a big tub of motor oil. Step up, now, it's time to put you to bed. I hope you're not too attached to that carrot-colored face of yours, because I intend to wreck it with these." She said, slapping her knee pads.

She tugged the bottom of her shirt down to make sure it covered as much as possible, and then did the same for her skirt. She wished a little that she was wearing a whole lot more, so there'd be as much cloth separating the two of them as possible.

"Ah, Brad! You are so very very pretty, yes?"

Brad cooes and bats his eyelashes for the stunning man in his mirror. Wait, what was that? Somebody was saying something to him? Brad breaks his intimate soliloquy and glances at what's her name? Yes! Taylor! Funny how he was more than positive he had her name right the first time. So now it's Brad and Ms Hot Ass herself, eh? Honestly, his own ass looks better than hers, but if it were up to the fans, it might just be a toss up.

"Hold my mirror, please"

Brad hands the referee his mirror, and without question, the ref takes it, then wonders why he took it in the first place.

"Okay...Hunting Time[size=130:2tflxt2h]â„¢ !"

Yes, that little statement had been trademarked. Rights to it are legally owned by Brad Chad's publishing agency. lolz.
As for the match, Brad throws his guard up, then brisky steps and drags himself foward to close distance with the woman, switching from open stance to closed. Once he would get close enough, he would attempt to reach out for Taylor with one oddly aimed fist, making him look open to all kinds of kicks, strikes and what have you.

Taylor watched Brad finally approach her, entirely unamused. She supposed that there was nothing really wrong with just beating him half to death for the win and all, if it couldn't be a fight. She got ready as he drew close, staying light on her feet, and flicked one errant blue pigtail back behind her shoulder.

As soon as Brad threw his awkward little punch, Taylor stayed in range and immediately batted it to the side. She countered with a round kick to put her shin across the douche's stomach.

Ah, yes, the kick seemed to be a good answer on paper. Good thing Brad still had that one arm to defend with. With the defending ar, Brad adjusted it to his side, absorbing Taylor's rounded blow right at the waist. Girl's kick had stinging potential though. He can give her that.

Ontop of Taylor revocery, and from how close Brad had already got in, it would be easy for Brad to get into clinch mode with the help of the punch that had just missed. He will wrap both arms in a palm-to-palm grip around and behind Taylor's neck. Then, he'd squeeze his forearms together to maintain a tight grip. Lastly, Brad will drop his hips back a distance and push down on Taylor's shoulders so that her pretty face was posted at his ever so manly chest.

This position may be able to work for Taylor's end as well. Her arms would still be free and so will her legs. But what would she do?

"Ack!"

As much as Taylor hated having Brad all over her, she was even more worried about his knees. She tucked her forearms in against her body to protect her stomach, but was somewhat unsure of whether to cover her face or her body. She tried futilely to back up and shake him off, but while she had picked up a bunch of martial arts from various people over the years, she'd never had any experience against Muay Thai. She felt a little out of her element.

Feeling pressured, she did the only thing she could think of that might cause Brad some pain. She picked up her foot and began stamping down at Brad's feet.

Son of a beetch just decided to stamp on Brad's $120,000,000 shoes!? Got damn, does anyone have the slightest clue to how much moolah(Aka dollars) his shoes cost? Geez, it's like selling off someone's house or paying someone's college tuition! Not even drug money can add up to the amount that Brad had spent on his favorite pair of shiny black dress shoes! Not even DRUG MONEY!

No fear though! Brad's got like...let's see...one? two? three? no, eight pairs of them back at his golden plated mansion! Once you have as many shoes Brad got, who needs to spend money on charity, right? I mean, why buy shoes for the homeless kids, if homeless kids don't have anywhere to go?

Anyway, back on the fight, Taylor surely knows how to put weight and power in her stomp! From that moment of impact, Taylor felt like an elephant...a sexy, tough elephant, as according to Brad's oh so high standards. lol
Brad will return the favor by launching some knee strikes into Taylor's sides, where her forearms barely provided protection. Then, he'd fire one full spring straight into her face.

"Gah!"

Taylor rolled her body to the right and left with each knee, tucking her elbow down toward her waist to absorb the force as much as possible. She was okay, despite being battered around, until the last knee. She saw it coming too late and threw her hands down to stop it, but it penetrated through her guard and clonked into her forehead. She jerked and her knees wobbled before she dropped to the mat.

She shook her head. Everything was spinning for a moment. She just needed a second. Then she'd get back to... she just needed a second.