Hard Velocity Vs. KamiKaze

Successfully stomping down on Taylor's back, Heather could feel the rush of satisfaction in dealing some nice damage to Taylor before suddenly the girl would roll out of the ring again, dealing with the pain. Heather would stand in the ring for a second, crossing her arms as she cracked her neck a couple times. "Spends more time out there than she does in here.." She would say to herself, though she would inside know that what she was doing was actually quite the sound strategy.

Heather knew she couldn't give her the breather that she needed though. She had to be on the girl as soon as she could. She would slide out of the ring, around the corner to where Taylor was. Getting there, she would try to swing herself around the corner, running towards the girl and attempting to send a straight knee into her, aiming at either the side of her head or her arm.

" BY ODIN'S BEARD!" Cecilia shouted out in a overly angry manner, clearly making a bit of jest of the whole thing. " Are you two ever going to stay in the damn ring." Cecilia shouted out to Heather and Taylor. " Didn't Akashi say just a minute ago that if you two wanted to bitch fight, you could at least tag us in!" Cecilia shouted to the two again, as she threw her hands up in an exaggerated motion, overplaying this all a bit and making no effort to hide that she was doing so.

Taylor bared her teeth at the flurry of trash talk that wafted over the ring to her. Wincing, she began to force herself back to her feet.

"Shut UP, you doughy bitch!" She snarled at Cecelia. The distraction cost her. Heather bounded around the corner and bowled her over with a hard knee to her ribs that sent her sprawling.

She grit her teeth and did her best to keep moving despite the pain. She pushed herself up on her hands and turned onto her back so she could at least face Heather, even if she wasn't quite able to spring back to her feet at that very moment. One hand held her ribs where the knee landed, and the other held up a middle finger for Heather.

"Heh... I do that better." She rasped.

Heather would ignore Cecilia's yelling as she charged towards Taylor, trying to block it out as she tried to go about it her own way before she would find out that her partner's yelling actually ended up aiding her. Thanks to the distraction by Cecilia, Heather was able to connect with her knee, knocking Taylor back to the floor.

She would look up at Cecilia, grin at her a little bit as her own way of a thanks before she would look back down at Taylor who was giving her the middle finger."Is that right? Well I'll be sure to make it so I don't see that huh?" Heather would let out, trying to hold back her anger in the girl still having that same attitude as she would pull back her leg, aiming to send a hard kick to the side of Taylor's ribs, trying to ram the tip of her boot into her.

"What the hell are you even talking aboUGH!"

Taylor couldn't help but sass Heather a bit, and while she managed to get her arms up to intercept her kick, her toe still dug into Taylor's aching ribs.

Shit. She was officially getting her ass kicked. This had to stop. She wished her body was as ready to go as her mind was, and she tried escaping from Heather around the corner but she couldn't quite manage to stand all the way up and ended up scrambling with her hands on the ground to keep from falling again. Getting to Akashi was seeming more and more appealing, though she really wanted to spot an opportunity to make Heather pay personally for all this bullshit.

"Hmph.." Heather would let out as she connected with the kick. The revenge she was getting for all of Taylor's trash talk and words that she's thrown at her in the match was quite sweet. She would place her hands on her hips as she watched Taylor scramble around with her hands on the ground, unable to stand, causing her grin to return on her face.

Walking over to her, Heather would attempt to grab the girl by the wrist to yank her fully up and attempt to roll her into the ring, quickly following her in if she was able to do so.

Taylor turned to lean her back against the ring so she could see Heather. She hugged her ribs with both arms, and did her best to disguise the pain on her face with fiery determination.

She automatically covered her body with her forearms, anticipating that Heather would try to pound on her midsection some more. Her stomach fluttered when Heather grabbed for her wrist instead, her mind raced to think of something to do before Heather could go through with whatever she was planning.

Taylor stumbled as Heather yanked her around by the wrist, first away from the ring and then back towards it. She knew Heather wanted to get her back in the ring. Somewhere the ref was counting, and she had no idea what number she had reached. Getting back in was probably a good idea anyway.

Just before reaching the ring apron, Taylor turned and took the impact on her back with a grunt. Fuck Heather. She grabbed Heather's wrist with the same hand and yanked her closer while throwing a sharp knee up into her gut.

"What??" Heather would let out as Taylor would ram her back into the apron instead of rolling into the ring. She knew they were being counted out, and she wondered why the girl wouldn't just slide in instead of taking that small hit that she did. However, what happened next made it quite clear to Heather why she did it.

Noticing Taylor had grabbed hold of her wrist, Heather would look down at it and then up at her in a panic before she found herself being pulled into the girl. She would try to brace her feet onto the ground to stop herself, but would soon find Taylor's knee rammed hard into her gut, causing her to double over a bit and let out a pained groan.

Dropping Heather gave Taylor a surge of fresh energy, the kind that always seemed to almost make the pain vanish. It didn't, Taylor's body still ached in ways that made part of her want to go curl up in a ball, but a much larger part wanted to beat the shit out of Heather while she had the chance.

She grabbed Heather's head, on hand on her chin and the other behind her head, and threw herself back, yanking Heather in to throw her headfirst into the side of the ring apron.

"How's your stomach?" She asked dryly. "And your head."

Dealing with the pain in her gut from the hard knee, Heather would still be doubled over before Taylor would grab hold of her head. She would let out a little groan of frustration in pain as she glared up at Taylor before she would feel the sharp pain as her head was rammed into the side of the ring apron.

"Gagh!!" Heather would let out as she was quite dazed from the slam. She could feel her head spinning as she heard Taylor's words, still keeping up her trash talk as Heather would shake her head. "Fuck you...really." Heather would let out as she brought up her hands, trying to push the girl away so she could escape into the ring.