Hard Velocity Vs. KamiKaze

Locking in the headscissors, Heather would wince slightly, still trying to let her legs recover, but wanting to keep Taylor there and deal some damage. She knew the squeezing was aggravating the area where she was hit, but she felt she had to do it for as long as she could before she would have to break it. However, what she wasn't expecting is Taylor's quick action at trying to escape.

Heather would bite her lip, squinting her eyes as the girl hammered away at her knee. The pain was pumping through her each time, but she squeezed her legs with all the strength she could muster before she would begin to feel Taylor lift her up. Her legs still wrapped around the girl's head, she would see her going for the stomp, causing her to kick her legs out to give herself momentum, pushing her legs into the girl, attempting to roll backwards to avoid her stomp, hoping she could force Taylor to let go in time.

Taylor's foot slammed forcefully into the mat while Heather rolled to safety. It was disappointing that she didn't get to smoosh Heather's face, but it was a tremendous relief to be free of her scissors. Taylor fell onto her butt and took a deep breath.

She knew she should be keeping up with her, already attacking before Heather even had the chance to get her bearings after rolling, but she hesitated, and she knew why. Natalia had caught her so easily with that very hold, and while Heather's didn't have the same crushing power to it, it did make Taylor think. Could she lose every match as easily as she lost that second fall at Avalanche.

She quickly pushed all thoughts of self-doubt out of her head and sprung to her feet. Standing was fine. She'd still have the advantage over Heather. She was catching her breath just fine and Heather would still be a bit banged up. As long as Taylor was doing more damage to her every time they met, sooner or later the match would be hers. She just had to be patient, as soul-crushingly difficult as it was for her.

She picked up the foot she'd stomped with and dusted off the sole with her hand. She looked over to see how Akashi was doing, and then nimbly began to circle around Heather. The way she skipped and glided around, she looked as though she was almost weightless.

"Don't worry, I've got all night."

Being able to avoid her head getting crushed by Taylor's stomp, Heather would feel her heart beating fast as she continued to roll, stopping in the center as she got up on one knee. She would look down at the mat, breathing in and out deep breaths before she would look up at Taylor, watching her reaction to the whole situation.

It was clear that Taylor was going to do whatever she could to get out of that scissors hold, and it interested Heather a bit, but it quickly left her head as she tried to think of a way to keep going with her offense. She wasn't going to be embarrassed by this girl who seemed to have her own idea of right and wrong when Heather knew what she did, why Taylor didn't like her, was no crime.

Standing up fully, she would watch as the girl started to circle around her. Clenching her fists a bit, she would keep her eyes on Taylor, shaking her head as she heard her words. "You might think that, but you aren't going to last as long as you think you are against me." Heather would say, waiting patiently for a time when she could strike.

Finally, she would act, hoping she picked her actions right. When Taylor was circling, ending up behind her, Heather would leap up, holding her breath as she tried to flip back, attempting to hit Taylor at the side of her head with a Pele kick.

As Taylor glided around Heather, she couldn't help but notice when Heather stopped moving her feet. Any time anyone intentionally turned their back, it meant they wanted you to come at them so they could catch you with something stupid. Contrary to the popular belief, Taylor wasn't stupid.

Since she wasn't planning on going after her right then, she just stayed on the outside and when Heather leapt into her spectacular backflip-y kick-y thingy, Taylor took a step back and leaned out of the way. She quickly reached in as Heather hit the mat and gave her a little pat on the head, and then she was back to the outside, moving easily around Heather.

"Great job, killer! If you were fighting a practice dummy, you woulda just taken its head off!" She grinned. "Actually, now that I'm thinkin' about it, could we speed this up? I wanna knock you out so I can go hang out and put in another match with my boyfriend."

As Heather leaped into the air, she would be quite surprised to find herself connecting with absolutely nothing, her kick going straight through the air as she would land on her front on the canvas, letting out a grunt.

She would feel Taylor's pat on her head, sending an immense amount of frustration and anger through her as she felt like she was made to look like a fool. Hearing Taylor's words, Heather had had enough. She would push herself up onto one knee before quickly turning to lunge herself towards Taylor, responding back to her only with an attempt to grab her by the legs and bring her down on her back on the canvas.

Taylor had a good laugh at Heather's expense, but got a little too careless. She was out of position to defend Heather's shot, and her faced flashed panic.

"Oh, fuck!" She cursed as she was wrapped up and fell onto her back. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around Heather's midsection and locked her ankles to hold her in place, and began to try to pick angles to take swings with her fists at Heather's face.

"You jealous? Sorry, I'm not that kinda girl." She taunted.

Tackling Taylor to the ground, pulling her legs out, Heather developed a slight grin on her face. However, she knew that she'd only taken her to the mat and it wasn't doing any real damage by any means. The girl was still well and good and that would be quite confirmed by the remarks that Taylor was still making to her.

Feeling Taylor's legs wrap around her waist, Heather would grit her teeth a bit. "Oh, shut the hell up already!" Heather would let out as Taylor began swinging punches at her. She would evade one but get smacked across the face with another. It would shake her up a bit before she would let out a little frustrated groan, pulling her legs up so she could brace herself.

She would get up onto her feet with Taylor's legs wrapped around her waist and try to wrap her arms around the girl's thighs, trying to turn her over and lock her in a Boston Crab hold.

Taylor laughed, and only squeezed harder with her legs. "Why? You mad? Gonna cry- wait, what are you-" She stopped laughing once she noticed that Heather wasn't going to fight her on her terms. Her eyes widened, and she tried to let go with her legs and kick Heather away, but by that point she already had her legs tucked under her arms.

She spread her arms out to try to keep from being rolled over. "Wait, no, nonono. No. Heather? NO." She said sternly, as if scolding her opponent, but try as she might she couldn't keep from being rolled over into the crab.

"NO! FUCK!" She shrieked. Being flexible as she was, Heather was able to bend her legs back over her head until Taylor's body made a C-shape. Her toned abs and thighs strained to reduce the pressure on her back.

"Nnnraaaah! Fuck you! Fuck this hold, and fuck you!" She screamed, and squirmed in pain under Heather, gritting her teeth and covering her face with her hand for a moment. She looked up to spot any help she might have from the ring, and began furiously trying to claw her way forward, either to make the long trek to the ropes or just to make Heather adjust her footing which might give her a shot at escaping.

Locking in the Boston crab hold, Heather would grin widely, changing the attitude of Taylor exactly how she wanted as she pulled back as hard as she could, wanting to put as much pressure on the girl's back as possible. "Who's the one crying now?? If you would just Shut the hell up and fight maybe you wouldn't be getting your fucking back broken right now!"

Heather would grit her teeth, brimming with anger and frustration at Taylor's attitude the whole match as she continued to pull back. As the girl began crawling to the ropes. Heather would try to ramp up the pressure more and more as she got closer, bringing it so she was almost lying back in the hold before finally Taylor had reached the ropes. Heather would still hold on the lock for another three seconds before she would finally release the Boston crab, stepping away from the girl as she did.

"Bitch.." She would let out, trying to stomp on the girl's back as she got up.

"NyaaAAahh!" Taylor screamed. She clenched her hands into fists and put her forehead against the mat to hide the agony on her face from the camera's.

As much as it hurt to be bent like that, it was even worse to have Heather talking trash to her without saying anything back. She just couldn't give it to her.

"Aw..." She panted. "Did I hurt your feelings? Pussy." She taunted through clenched teeth. She made another frenzied push toward the ropes, but Heather sat back even farther, drawing another pained scream from Taylor.

"AAAH, GAWWWD!" The ropes were close. She reached for them, she strained, and finally her fingers closed around the bottom one. The ref called for the break, and quickly began counting when Heather didn't let go. Taylor could only lay there and take it until she finally decided to let her go, and the ref began chewing Heather out, threatening to disqualify her if she didn't let go quickly enough.

Of course, she didn't get any time to rest. Heather's heel slammed into Taylor's back, and brought brought back all the pain of the hold. She arched painfully, reaching behind her to put a hand to her aching back, and slid out of the ring. She slumped down to her knees against the ring apron, holding her back, trying to force her body to get back in gear and herself to ignore the pain.