Entropy Title: Taylor Parker Vs. Brittany Luvve

Submission Match for the Entropy Title.

Winning Conditions: Submisson only, the submission must be accepted by the submitting wrestler's opponent.

If Brittany Luvve loses, her AFW contract is terminated.

Taylor was in bad shape.

She'd only recently suffered a humiliating defeat as part of Kamikaze against the team of Heather Sunderland and Cecelia Northman, mostly thanks to Heather. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Mostly thanks to Heather rolling out of the way of their big finish: a sky-high suicide dive with a leg up from Akashi. The landing fractured several of her ribs, and Heather took the opportunity to plant her face-first into the mat for the win. The bruise was still lingering on the side of her face, and she'd spent a lot of time backstage covering it up with makeup as best she could.

When she heard that she'd been booked for a match to defend her Entropy belt already, she was less than thrilled. She remembered breathing hard, her heart pounding, anxious sweat on her forehead, and for a moment, she panicked. There was no way they could do that. They couldn't make her fight until she was ready.

But she knew that wasn't true. Not while A Fish Called Lukretia was calling the shots. She was aiming to screw Taylor over, for sure, and she'd probably love every second of it. Taylor decided that she wasn't going to just roll over and let Lukretia break her like that. It didn't matter what condition her body was in, she was going to get in the ring, wreck her opponent, and win. There was no other option. She could not back down.

She leaned over the sink, staring at her face in the mirror, and realized she hadn't even stopped to think who this mystery opponent was. Did it really matter? The butterflies in her stomach had got the better of her, and she splashed cold water on her arms, careful not to ruin her makeup, and took a long drink. She wet her hands and raked her bright blue hair back, leaving it damp. She looked into her own intense, deep blue eyes, and thought that maybe there was something in her favor. Her opponent would be confident, but she was scared. She was always scared. She could only fight like her life depended on it.

Her ring gear was a little different this time. She wore a white, buttoned down shirt with the sleeves cut off, tied around her midsection to show her tight, defined abs and narrow waist. Over that was a Catholic school uniform cardigan, a size smaller than the school intended, that she had cut short with scissors so it stopped just above her waist. Below that was a black, chrome-studded belt around a red plaid pleated miniskirt that was only barely long enough to cover her butt, but her tight black boyshorts underneath were enough to not show everything when the skirt failed. Worn out black kneepads, black boots that came all the way up to her knees, black fingerless gloves, a leather bracelet on one wrist and her KAZE bracelet on the other, and a black choker necklace with a flying bird pendant rounded it all out. She took a deep, unsteady breath, exhaled slowly, and put her hair up into her twin pigtails.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZPt9nNlRI:w2hrael4]Her music hit[/url:w2hrael4], and she made her entrance, but without her usual explosiveness and youthful energy. She strode purposefully out onto the entrance ramp with a look of grim determination, and stopped at the front. She looked out over the crowd. They cheered for her, but even they knew she was hurt. She couldn't let them down. She couldn't just go out like a bitch, win or lose she was going to make this girl pay for every minute she spent with her. She clenched her hands into fists and let out an amped up, feral scream, and the crowd responded with a burst of cheers.

She made her way down the ramp, holding her hands out to either side for the crowd but keeping her eyes fixed on the ring. She carefully got in, trying not to wince visibly as she climbed in, and took up a place in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips, staring up at the top of the ramp while she waited to see what was in store for her.

As the cheers of the crowd settled down, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRThvYYM-ng:17oywdqy]Hellraiser[/url:17oywdqy] Began to play and instantly a chorus of boos rained down upoin the AFW arena. Out from backstage, microphone gripped loosely in hand was the Friction General Manager and resident bitch, Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt. She slid easily down the ramp with a cruel smirk on her face as she ignored the audiences cries. She was dressed in an elegant black dress that was snug against her shapely features, barely even showing any cleavage for those hungry enough to set aside their booing to ogle the German.

She pushed herself into the ring easily and looked Taylor over. When she was she was suited with herself, she parted her lips. "Blauhäher." She said the single, alien word and stepped towards Taylor. "I believe zis vord accurately describes you, Ms. Parker." She said. "Vith one small addition. I vas vitness, as ve all vere, to your recent tag match. I must say zat I am a little disappointed in ze results." She flipped her free hand. "A shame, but let's not speak of unfortunate pasts. Ze only reason I bring it up is to say zat you are not a simple Blauhäher, but one with a clipped ving." Lukretia smiled and tilted her head. "But you never disappoint!" She said and pressed her hand to her chest as though she were going to laugh. "I'm sure zat you must think of me as cruel for putting you in zis match so soon after you have suffered but..."

Lukretia lowered the microphone so only Taylor could hear her. "Ve both know you are at your best ven you are a caged und cornered animal."

Lukretia then brought her microphone back up and turned towards the entrance. "Believe it or not, zis is not all about you. I picked your opponent personally for very specific reasons vich I vill get to once she makes her vay to ze arena."

As if on cue, the lights lowered. Lukretia let her microphone drop to her side so she could watch the entrance f Taylor's opponent as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JiSgvk5K8s:17oywdqy]new music[/url:17oywdqy] began to play.

As the music began to play a new series of boos filled the arena as a blonde woman wearing expensive snakeskin clothes entered the arena. It was none other than Brittany "The Viper" Luvve and as she entered Brittany pulled a mic up to her mouth "Thats right i'm your opponent and i challenge you to a submission match" Brittany said as she cut straight to the point "First to make her opponent beg for mercy wins" Brittany then smiled as she began to walk down the ramp to the ring waving the middle finger to the audience as they continued to boo her.

Taylor's eyes narrowed in anticipation, and as the music played she shifted from foot to foot. When she saw who it was, her jaw dropped.

"Oh, COME. ON." She protested. This girl wasn't even in her league! She hadn't won a match! Not that Taylor knew of, anyway, but she knew she had a reputation for being a stupid bitch.

Then she named her match type. "OH, COME ON!" Taylor repeated, louder, and then winced from the pain in her side. She glared hatefully at Lukretia and shook her head, but for once she said nothing.

Lukretia smirked as Brittany marched down the entrance ramp. She turned and looked at the audience and then back to Brittany. "Ah yes, I vould boo as vell if I had to see such a meager voman come down ze entrance ramp. I hope ze same mercy is spared to meineself und all who are forced to vatch zis putrid spectacle zat is about to unfold." Lukretia turned back to look at Brittany. "Ms. Luvve, I think now is a good time to tell you vhy you vere chosen to face Ms. Parker."

Lukretia looked back at Taylor and backed away so Brittany could enter. "It's come to meine attention zat you are a shameful disgrace in zis league." Lukretia said coldly to Brittany. "Time after time you have shown to me zat you barely belong in ze kavaii division und yet, you still receive opportunities that far exceed your abilities. Vhy is zis? I must take responsibility, some of zese transgressions have happened under meine vatch. A pathetic showing in your first Pay-per-view event vhen you had a chance to position yourself for a title. Another opportunity at a title against a man who can barely stand on his own two feet. I am amazed how you even managed to achieve a single victory."

Lukretia paused for a moment. "You claim to be a viper. Zis is how you adorn yourself... Vipern..." She let the word hang in the air.

"But like ze Blauhäher... something is missing from zis vipern. I intend to correct mistakes vith zis match. You have chosen your match type, Ms. Luvve. I am adding another stipulation. If you fail to vin ze match, zen your contract vith AFW vill be terminated." Lukretia looked Brittany in the eye coldly.

She then began to slide coolly towards the ropes. "A viper vith no fangs versus a Blue Jay vith no vings..." Lukretia began to laugh as she exited. "Vunderbar!"

"Now zat you have both been backed into a corner, let's see vich one really has ze killer instinct." She added as she made her way out of the ring.

Brittany was feeling rather confident as she was going to face an injured Taylor for her belt but thats when Lukretia started to talk. "Hey watch what you say about me, bitch!" Brittany said as her anger began to rise but then her world dropped out from under her as Lukretia told Brittany about the other stipulation.

"You can't do that to me! I am Brittany "The Viper" and i will not be disrespected like this!" Brittany said as she moved towards Lukretia in a fit of rage. "Just you wait bitch, once i cripple your little blue bird, i'm coming for you next!" Brittany said before spitting at Lukretia's feet and turning towards Taylor. "Ok you blue haired bimbo, lets get this over with." Brittany said as she waited for the bell to ring.

"I don't have a killer instinct, you know that." Taylor said in a low voice, thinking about her match with Adrian. She didn't doubt her decision to quit anymore. She decided she'd rather be a loser than what they were trying to turn her into, but that was different. She wasn't in any danger at the end of that match, when she decided to give up herself rather than continue to torture a helpless and injured Adrian. This time, she was in danger from the start.

She turned to face Brittany and bent her knees into a half crouch. "You caught me at a good time, Mothafucker, this might actually be a fair fight." She snarled. "But I hope you packed your bags."

The second the bell rang, Taylor launched herself at her opponent, lacking her usual explosive speed, and winged a clothesline out at her neck. Every step hurt. This was going to be a long night.

Brittany just glared at Taylor as she tried to taunt her "Ha, like a blue haired bitch could ever beat me." Brittany said as she setteled into a fighting stance as she heard the bell ring "You should probably just lay down and let me win so i won't have to show the audience just how pathetic you really are."

Brittany was determined this fight her track record in the AFW so far wasn't something to brag about but now she had to win or leave and Brittany wasn't planning on leaving just yet. So as Taylor began to charge at her a thought came to Brittany's mind "Wait she is slower than what i remember from watching her previous matches. She must be more injured than i thought." Brittany then smiled as She easily jumped out of Taylors way "Aww whats the matter having some trouble running?" Brittany would say before firing a kick at Taylor's midsection knowing that the more pain she caused Taylor the more of an example she was going to make tonight.

Taylor stumbled a step after missing, but quickly regained her balance and spun to face Brittany in time to take a stinging kick to the side. She reacted instinctively, trying to push forward and stay on the offensive and not let Brittany slow her down, but instead horrible pain in her ribs dropped her to her knees. She crowd made a collective, disappointed, sympathetic sound.

"Aagh... hah..." She panted, trying to hide the pained look on her face, trying to stop herself from showing how much it hurt. She didn't let herself stay down for more than a second before she was off, pushing herself up with a hand on the mat for balance, kiting her way along the ropes to put some space between herself and her opponent.

She shot a look back at Brittany and gave her a cocky grin through the pained tightness of her face. "How 'bout we break a few of your bones, see how you do, eh?" She said, her NYC accent showing through. "That's sad, though, having you pick on the injured girl. Next they'll bump you down to Kawaii. Or you could skip a step and just go straight into porno, you fake, flabby, silicone-inflated butterface."

Meanwhile, she began circling around the outside of the ring, staying near the ropes, remaining very mindful of Brittany's movements around the ring.

A wide grin swept across Brittany's face as Taylor dropped to ehr knees in pain "Ouch i bet that hurt didn't it?" Brittany said as she moved towards Taylor to attempt another kick but before Brittany even had the chance Taylor was up and away leaving Brittany in the center of the ring alone "Running scared already? Ha i actually thought you ere tougher than that." Brittany said before a scowl crossed her face "I've been there and done that and you had better hope a few broken bones is all you have after i am done with you.:

However it seemed that Taylor's mouth wasn't injured at all as the blue haired girl continued to insult Brittany which sent the Blonde haired girl into a rage "You just don't know when to shut your mouth you useless piece of blue shit." Brittany said before running at Taylor in an attempt to try a clotheline of her own "I'm going to break you in two then tossed your useless ass in a dumpster." Brittany said with her words dripping with malice.