Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

Taylor cleanly unloaded her dropkick into her opponent's chest in a way that should have been satisfying, except that it hardly moved her. She hit the mat on her hip, slapped her hands down and bounced back to her feet, but then she felt Iron Maiden's hand clamp down on her ankle.

Shit, shit, shit! Her eyes went wide with fear. That was bad. She hopped on one foot for a moment, stuck in close with her monstrous opponent. It was the last place on earth she wanted to be. She peered up at the giantess and caught her red eyes. Of course she'd have red eyes. All the crazy girls did.

She jumped and swung her free leg up and around to swat Iron Maiden across the face with her shin. The height alone was impressive, between the height of her jump and the flexibility of her legs, but it would all mean nothing if it didn't hurt the girl enough to get her leg free.

((Grey eyes actually! I thought they were red too for the longest time, until I took a closer look.))

Needless to say, Iron Maiden refused to let go once she finally caught Taylor's leg. She could finally see the fear in the blonde veteran's eyes, and it filled the she-beast with with a predatory glee. She finally had her. And now she was going to hurt her.

Iron Maiden gripped Taylor's ankle with her other hand now, making for a two handed grip on her leg. With her outrageous strength, she probably could have begun repeatedly slamming Taylor back and forth overhead, in a cartoonish fashion, with the grip she had on her leg. She had something quite similar in mind in fact, but before she could do anything, Taylor lifted off the single foot she had planted on the mat and cracked her shin across Iron Maiden's face. The sound of Taylor's boot meeting Iron Maiden's forehead resounded sickeningly through the arena, causing the people amongst the crowd to wince and cheer. The distance had been just close enough, and the impact just right, to have some actual effect on the bloodthirsty she-beast.

And indeed it did. Iron Maiden stood there looking somewhat dazed after the kick, but curiously she never relinquished her grip on Taylor's ankle. In fact it didn't even loosen. Then after a couple seconds of standing there with a foggy look in her eyes, Iron Maiden's gaze seemed to refocus. A slight bit of blood began to trickle from her brow where Taylor's leg had made contact, but Maiden was showing no signs of pain now. She just seemed... angry.

Her eyes flared with rage and Taylor would be able to hear her seething underneath her mask. Maiden was sick of these smaller girls like Taylor constantly kicking her in the head. It was annoying. With a muffled grunt, she used the grip she had on Taylor's ankle to awkwardly yank her whole body up off the mat. She then forcefully threw Taylor's leg back down before she could start to descend normally, aiming to to slam her knee into the mat and damage it.

Taylor followed through with her kick so that her leg landed on the other side and she faced away from her opponent. She lunged forward, jumping off of one leg, trying to yank her ankle free from the monster's vice-grip.

But she remained stuck. She tried several times, and she got no closer to freedom, no closer to the ropes, and slowly the distinctly incendiary feeling of panic welled up in her stomach. Her had to get away, she had to-

"Ah!" She cried out as she was lifted up by her ankle like a rag doll, or like a caught fish on display. She kicked, her arms waved in the air for something to grab onto, but then she came back down. Her knee slammed into the mat, and she screamed.

She immediately pulled her leg into her chest, hugging her damaged knee, and rolled to the side. Even hurt, she couldn't stop moving. She rolled over her shoulder to get farther away and started to push up to her feet, but her knee wouldn't support her yet. She ended up sitting against the ropes, facing her opponent, working her knee back and forth and hoping to god that it came back before the giant could reach her again.

Junko watched the fought unfold from her position. At the apron. Iron Maiden was every bit as fearsome as her reputation made her out to be. Maybe even more so. But Taylor had been sticking to a good strategy. Even if her attacks didn't seem to be doing much right now, they'd add up over time.

And then she was caught. Junko looked on in horror as Iron Maiden slammed Taylor down with incredible ease.

"ROLL! ROLL! ROLL!" Junko screamed her cheeks turned bright red as Taylor sat up against the ropes.

"No!" She screamed again. "Keep moving Taylor-san! Never stop! Not for a second!" Junko yelled as she pounded the apron hard with her hands.

"Christ, what a loud woman." Kyla grumbled, rubbing her temple and scowling in the direction of Taylor's new manager. She paid little acknowledgement to how much of a hypocrite she was being. After all, Junko wasn't doing anything that Kyla herself didn't usually do during her own client's matches. Constantly spouting out orders. Yelling and screaming guidance and commands until the fans in the front row had headaches. Yet curiously, that hadn't needed to be the case so far in this match. Iron Maiden had been doing well enough on her own, and Kyla had been resigned to standing idly by and watching with a satisfied smirk as all of her and Maiden's hard work bore fruit. Iron Maiden was managing just fine on her own, at least thus far.

It was only after Maiden slammed Taylor's knee against the mat, that Kyla decided to provide her input, though a part of her just wanted to overshadow that middle age wretch's loud, obnoxious screaming.

"Good, Maiden! Very good!" she called to her client, in a pleased tone. "Now keep on her! That pint-sized has-been can't do a thing do you, other than run! You keep her from managing that, and the match is yours!"

Iron Maiden admittedly was a bit confused. She was used to having Kyla cry out orders to her in her matches, but now there was a second strange woman screaming even louder by ringside. It didn't click in Iron Maiden's head that Junko was there to help Taylor. All she knew was that the woman was annoying. Fortunately Kyla's own voice rang in loud and clear to her, and allowed her to focus on her doctor and manager's orders rather than anything else. She stalked after Taylor, who was sitting up against the ropes at this point. Maiden lurched over her and gripped the top rope as she leaned down to grasp Taylor's throat with her other hand.

Junko's voice carried across the ring, and Taylor quickly found her with her eyes. She nodded, and looked up just as Iron Maiden towered over her, and started to reach down for her. Her first instinct was to grab hold the arm, throw up her legs and try an arm bar. That's what Cassie would do, but then Cassie would die.

She threw herself down and flattened against the mat and swiftly rolled out of the ring to the floor below. She favored her knee, but quickly got far enough away from the ring that her opponent couldn't reach her. Not far away stood Iron Maiden's red-haired manager. Taylor straightened up, cocked her head and her hips to the side, clapped one hand over the inside of her elbow and with the other hand she gave Kyla the finger. She turned to walk away, and flicked her hips at Kyla as she turned. She didn't need to say the words to get the message across. Kiss my ass.

She took off at a jog around the ring to get back to Junko and find a safe place to get back in the ring. The referee had started the count, and just reached three. She had a moment to regroup.

"I hit her," she shook her head. The adrenaline in her blood accelerated her breathing as if she were out of breath. "I hit her really fuckin' hard, man. What do you think? I think I have an idea, but..."

Junko clapped when Taylor rolled out of the ring. It was the smart play and when Taylor was close, Junko put an arm around her to bring her into a huddle. "You're doing good Taylor-san. She's tough but she can't break you. She's slow and stupid and I don't think she can do anything without her manager."

Junko patted her back. "You made her bleed but I don't think she cares. You just have to hold out long enough to make one stick. One WILL stick... eventually."

Junko stood up and gave Taylor a swift slap on the butt to spur her forward like a horse. "Do your thing, I'll do mine!" She said with a grin. Junko then turned her back on Taylor and held her hands up for the crowd. She began hollering with all her voice for the crowd to make some noise. It was clear that Iron Maiden didn't like the crowd, Junko's yelling or pretty much anything that wasn't Kyla's instructions. Junko was going to make sure that Kyla's voice was going to have as difficult time reaching her big beast as possible as she tried to rally the crowd into a frenzy by pacing back and forth and throwing her arms into the air.

Iron Maiden's hand gripped the rope level to where Taylor's neck had been a moment before, as the blonde veteran craftily evaded and then vacated the ring. Maiden yanked at the ropes in frustration, leaving them to tremble for several seconds after letting go. She stood up straight and cocked her head, now just following Taylor with her gaze to see where she'd go. When she saw her confronting her manager however, the fearsome she-beast tensed uncomfortably, and her brows creased with anger. She quickly started climbing out of the ring after Taylor.

Kyla meanwhile pounded the ring apron and scoffed in disappointment as she witnessed Taylor manage to avoid her Iron Maiden again. Now that there was distance between the two of them, there was no guarantee Maiden would be able to easily get her hands on Taylor any time soon. Even with a tweaked knee, the girl was spry. Kyla huffed in annoyance and began pacing with her hand on her hip. She then turned around just in time to lock eyes with Taylor and notice the young veteran's attention was squarely on her. Kyla tensed, and took a cautious step back, shaking her head at Taylor. If Taylor intended to try anything with her, Kyla was prepared to make a break for it if need be. Yet instead of coming after her, Taylor opted to give her the middle finger, which Kyla recognized as the American equivalent to the backwards V sign. She the flicked her ass at her before trudging off. Kyla's jaw clenched and she glared daggers at Taylor as she circled around to the other side of the ring.

At this point Iron Maiden came hopping off the apron inches from where Taylor had stood moments ago. She moved to go after her, but was promptly called back by her manager. "Maiden! Wait." Kyla called to her, quickly catching up to the taller woman reaching up her hand to place it on her shoulder. She leered over in the direction of Taylor and Junko as she leaned in to whisper something discrete to her own client.

"Understand? Do it as soon as I give you the signal." she finished.

With Kyla's blessing, Iron Maiden proceeded to climb back into the ring to meet Taylor for another round. As she entered the squared circle however, she came to notice how much louder the crowd was becoming. The irritable she-beast stared back and forth across the audience, literally turning in a circle as they effectively distracted her. "What are you doing Iron Maiden!" Kyla shouted from ringside. "Focus!"

Taylor pumped her leg once to make sure her knee was okay and flashed a grin at Junko, and then took off like a racehorse out of the gate. She dived under the bottom rope, and came up running. Iron Maiden wasn't even paying attention, apparently distracted, and Taylor quickly figured out why. Junko was like some kind of evil genius, forget this Kyla chick, and Taylor was going to take full advantage of it.

She streaked across the ring in a red and blonde blur, past her opponent, and jumped for the ropes behind her. She planted both feet on the top rope and jumped again. She twisted around in the air and wrapped an arm around Maiden's neck, and as the rest of her body swung around she used the momentum to try to yank the she-beast down and plant her headfirst into the mat in a spectacular DDT.

As Iron Maiden continued to wheel around, growing more and more incensed with the noisy crowd, she ended up turning right into Taylor's flying hold. The massive woman huffed in confusion as Taylor's arm strung around her neck, and the smaller girl used her momentum to to swing fully around. Maiden ended up being pulled along with the flow of Taylor's swinging body, literally walking along with it by taking several forward curving steps, but.... astoundingly the towering amazon managed to stay firmly on her feet. She stood stationary now, only slightly hunched over with Taylor hanging from her neck. The blonde veteran was now in quite a precarious position.

"Heh! Not going to work, deary." Kyla mused to herself, as she watched Taylor's spectacular DDT attempt. She then cupped her hand to call out to Maiden, notably finding herself needing to shout louder to cut through the increasingly noisy din of the crowd. "Give her a nice hug for her efforts, Maiden!" she ordered, just as Taylor started to lose momentum.

Iron Maiden did exactly as instructed. While Taylor was still hanging from around Maiden's neck, the she-beast reached forward and snaked her own arms around Taylor's back in an attempted bear hug. If locked in, the sheer power of the hold would likely force Taylor to relinquish her own hold around Maiden's neck, and allow the she-beast to lock the bear hug in more effectively.