Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

Junko watched as Taylor and Iron maiden faced off. Every time Taylor charged in towards Iron Maiden, she felt like she might lose another year off her life. But she also knew for now that Taylor would just have to hold her own. She knew she was good for it.

Junko was more concerned with Kyla. She had her own plans in mind and the fact that Kyla kept her gaze fixated on Junko was quite worrisome to the elder manager. She was hoping after her last rally of the crowd that she could remain somewhat conspicuous. With Taylor in the ring, Junko began to slowly inch to one side of the apron trying to inch her position without making it look conspicuous to Kyla.

Iron Maiden persistently and predictably followed Taylor, prowling after her like a cat after a laser pointer. While on one hand this forced Taylor to stick to evasive tactics, it also presenting the opportunity for her to keep leading Maiden. To walk her into trap after trap. Maiden hadn't learned her lesson yet, and wasn't soon going to. She was dead set on wringing Taylor's neck, and no amount of failed attempts or counters offensives on Taylor's part were going to dissuade her.

So, naturally, she followed Taylor straight up to the turnbuckles, tilting her head up to follow the airborne woman as she came springing back at her. Iron Maiden didn't even attempt to cover her face. She just reached out to try plucking Taylor out of the air by her neck, but missed by a mile and ended up with a face full of elbow. Fortunately for Maiden, her mask covered most of her nose along with her mouth, and it absorbed part of the impact of Taylor's elbow smash. Yet regardless, Taylor would be able to feel something give, and the effectiveness of her elbow was further proven when Iron Maiden flinched and teetered back several paces. The she-beast began rubbing her nose in discomfort, momentarily taking her focus off of her opponent.

"Damn her!" hissed Kyla, not at all pleased with the way the match was progressing. Consistently avoiding Maiden was one thing, but Kyla had never seen anyone score such an effective shot on her client before. Or, cheap shot was more like it. "...Doesn't mean anything." she muttered to calm her own nerves. "It's just one lucky hit. ...Focus Maiden!! Get your head in the game!" she bellowed, slamming her hands against the ring apron. She had yet to notice that Junko was up to anything.

Taylor felt the jarring impact as the two collided and for the first time she felt like she'd managed to hurt the big dumb bull. Her elbow stung from landing such a hard shot so cleanly, and she could only imagine what Maiden's face must be feeling like.

She stepped in close, enough to draw Iron Maiden's attention, and more importantly her hands. She anticipated that the woman would reach for her, and then she hopped quickly to the side to avoid her paws and jumped up to throw a spectacular high roundhouse kick at the same spot on Iron Maiden's face. It almost looked like a soccer bicycle kick with how she had to jump to reach the towering woman's face.

Between her manager's screaming, the roar of the crowd, and the pain from her likely broken nose, Iron Maiden's head was swimming. The pain on its own wouldn't have normally been enough to slow her down. After all, she had already experienced so much physical pain in her life time, particularly in the facial region. But the overabundance of sensations, from the pain to the overbearing noises around her, was enough to throw the great she-beast for a loop.

She lowered her hand from her face and stared around the ring, blinking in bewilderment. She didn't notice Taylor until the smaller woman brought herself in range of being grabbed, at which point Maiden snatched out for her throat on instinct. The attempt at grabbing Taylor failed, and Maiden ended up clobbered once again in the nose for her trouble. Her vision contorted and she staggered, taking several arching backwards steps and eventually falling against the ropes. She was able to catch herself again them, perhaps due to her height, with her arms slung over the top rope. So she was still on her feet... yet the way she had fumbled backwards gave the strong impression that she might not still be standing if she hadn't had the ropes to brace herself against. The crowd certainly seemed to think so, and they were now practically going berserk with cheers of support for Taylor. Chants like "Taylor's awesome!", "Fight! Fight!", and "You still got it!" were drowning the arena.

Dr. Fairchild was completely stunned by what she was witnessing. She stood outside the ring with her mouth slightly agape, and a look of utter horror and disbelief on her face. Kyla couldn't understand how some pint-sized has-been was taking it to her Iron Maiden like this. She didn't care who Taylor was! This just wasn't possible!

Taylor could hardly believe her eyes when Iron Maiden staggered back. It was almost too good to be true! And the roar of the crowd, every one of them cheering for her, the sound of her name reverberating through the arena, the electric tingle of adrenaline that ran through her body, hot with sweat under the lights, it all took her breath away.

But she didn't stop for a second. She stayed with Iron Maiden as she backed up, leaving a few steps between them for a running start, and when the masked woman slumped against the ropes Taylor launched herself at her once more, like a dive bomber making another run. A couple fast running steps and she jumped high, throwing up a knee aimed to crash into Maiden's face. Third time's a charm, after all.

Iron Maiden slowly shook her head, trying to refocus her vision and regain her bearing. Her nose was undoubtedly splintered by this point, but the pain was inconsequential to her. She was just dazed. Not to mention confused. It was hard, and perhaps even impossible, for her to cope with the notion of someone so much smaller being able to physically throttle her like this. Iron Maiden didn't understand what was happening here, and she was starting to lose her fighting edge because of it.

She glanced up just in time to see Taylor coming at her head on. Taylor leaped and jutted out her knee, and Maiden in turn did something that was completely out of character for her. For the first time, she raised her arm not in attack, but in defense. Maiden lifted up her forearm to attempt to guard her face, a split second before Taylor's knee came crashing into her. The she-beast's arm absorbed about half the blow, but that wasn't enough to prevent her from lurching violently against the ropes. She turned her body sideways and continued to stand along the ropes with her left arm gripping the top rope to brace herself. The iron taste of blood was filling up her mask, most likely pouring from her nose. Yet still, in spite of it all, she wouldn't fall off her feet.

The battered she-beast slowly turned her head to look at Taylor now, her vision clearing and her gaze growing harsh and blood thirsty. Something was changing in the way she looked at Taylor. Before, it had been more of a hungry gaze, like a predator stalking after its defenseless prey. She hadn't seen Taylor as a threat. But now... now she was leering at Taylor like a fellow predator. An equally vicious beast who had the means of ending her, if she didn't take her seriously. Maiden's eyes were transfixed on Taylor as she slowly released her hold on the top rope and rose up to her full stature, standing on her own once again.

Junko watched as Taylor actually staggered Iron Maiden. If the girl could actually be hurt then she could be beaten. She stole a quick glance to peek at Kyla. Surely the girl was too freaked out watching her Goliath face off against the lovely David kicking her ass. "Fufu..." Junko chuckled to herself as she tried to dip down to a squat and hide herself from Kyla's vision.

She then began to carefully try and sneak around the ring. With Iron Maiden and Taylor fighting, Junko thought it might be easy enough and she crept along the side of the apron, hugging against it until she could peek her head around to where Kyla was. She then tried to size up Kyla. "I think our little conductor's in charge of a train coming off the track, fufu." She said to herself. "Too bad, I've been driving these for most of my life."

When she felt like the moment was right, Junko kicked off her sandals and ran as quickly as she could at Kyla. The kimono would be constricting enough, but Junko knew what she was doing. She was looking to slam her body into Kyla's, tackle her to the ground and pin her down after mounting her. If she could manage that, then she'd be one step closer to helping Taylor achieve victory.

Kyla was savagely biting down onto her own thumb in an anxious manner, hard enough to draw blood. Her eyes looked nearly crazed, and she was actually trembling somewhat. She couldn't believe this was happening. Not to her client. Iron Maiden was suppose to be the ultimate immovable object. She was suppose to make up for her lack of mental competence with sheer physical dominance! But if someone like Taylor Parker could take the fight to her this well, then where did that leave them!? What was the point of even bringing Maiden to Friction!?

"Calm down! Just calm down!" she snapped at her self suddenly. "I can salvage this. There's still the plan. I can... Ah!?" As Kyla took a moment to glance over at Junko and see what the older woman was up to, she was startled to see Junko on her side of the ring and barreling towards her. Kyla backed away fearfully and turned to start running, seconds before Junko plowed into her from behind. She was knocked harshly onto onto the floor, and before she could even start to regain her bearings, Junko was on top of her trying to flip her around and pin her against said floor. Kyla panicked. She started screaming and frantically trying to claw away from the older, and apparently much stronger woman. "N-NOW!!" she suddenly exclaimed, with what sense she could muster with her fear stricken mind. "Do it now, Iron Maiden!!" Junko had forced her hand.

Iron Maiden had already heard the screaming, and was narrowing her eyes in puzzlement when she heard Kyla's desperate demand to execute their plan. She wheeled around and scanned the outskirts of the ring until she spotted Dr. Fairchild, with that other woman on top of her. Maiden exhaled angrily, and with surprising speed for a competitor he size, she suddenly dropped down onto her back and rolled out of the ring, not giving Taylor much of a chance to stop her. The second her feet touched the floor outside the ring, Maiden bolted off towards Kyla and Taylor's own manager. With Junko's back turned, she wouldn't have seen Iron Maiden looming up behind her. But she'd realize soon enough, for in seconds Iron Maiden was stepping over the two woman and reaching down to snatch Junko up by her hair.

Taylor landed on her feet, but something made her pause. The invincible Iron Maiden had protected herself. It occurred to her that it was the first time she had tried to cover her face, as if she was learning to fear Taylor and the things she could do.

She stood tall in front of Iron Maiden, shoulders back and chest out defiantly, looking up at her as if she were in complete control. Maiden was nearly a foot taller, the better part of a hundred pounds heavier, and as far as Taylor was concerned it only meant she was a bigger target.

Then something changed. She'd hesitated too long. Outside the ring, Junko was sprinting for Kyla. With the manager out of play, Taylor would have a clear shot at taking out Iron Maiden. She turned back for the giant, but found her already on her way out of the ring. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.

"Diao!" She screamed, and swiped at Maiden's hair, but she was too late to catch her. If she was going to stop her, she needed momentum, and so she spun and took off for the ropes on the far side of the ring. She turned, rebounded off, and sprinted at full speed at the ropes that overlooked the two managers and the approaching giant. She jumped up to the top rope and jumped again, and flew through the air high above the crowd on her way to her target. She twisted as she fell to aim the point of her elbow at the middle of Maiden's back.

When Kyla felt her attacker being yanked off of her, she rolled onto her back on her own volition to see what was happening. To her relief and delight, she saw it was her client who had come to her rescue. Iron Maiden had reached them much more speedily than even Kyla had given her credit for. Yet now there were more important things to worry about. Her plan after all, was just beginning to unfold. With a sense of urgency, Kyla looked into the ring to see how Taylor was reacting to the current turn of events. Her eyes widened when she saw the blonde veteran vaulting onto the top rope and preparing to divebomb Iron Maiden. "Now Maiden! From above!" she screamed.

The redheaded giantess blinked twice before releasing Junko, and turning herself around just in time to face Taylor as she came soaring down with her elbow extended. Maiden sidestepped out of the way and extended her own hand to catch Taylor right by the throat. Kyla meanwhile, took the opportunity to skittishly scramble away and duck around the corner of the ring, out of sight.