Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

Junko had Kyla pinned and it was only a matter of time before Taylor finished off the She-Beast. She intended to muzzle Kyla's mouth but the doctor managed to scream one last order. Junko didn't know what it was but she had to trust Taylor.

Even when she saw the looming shadow, and cried out when she was yanked painfully up by the hair.she still had to trust in Taylor. Her trust was well placed when she was let go. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work out for Taylor.

Junko's fists clenched and her heart raced. She couldn't touch Iron Maiden or else Taylor might get DQ'd. Still, she had to do something . "Taylor-san! It's now! Now's the time!" Junko screamed. She then looked at Maiden. "Oi! Ugly! I wasn't finished pounding your handler's face in!"

Junko grinned sinisterly and spun around, racing towards Kayla once more. "You're not giving any more orders, little girl, fufu."

Taylor saw Iron Maiden turn at the last second, and flailed in midair as if she could change direction. She couldn't. The giantess caught her by the throat and she heard her neck popping as the rest of her body came to a halt in the air, dangling from her iron grip.

She kicked her legs and grit her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut as she clutched at Iron Maiden's hand and tried to pry it open. She couldn't breathe, not even a little. She was killing her, and she knew that chances were that getting down would be even worse for her. She futilely kicked at Maiden's stomach, and in the back of her mind, she heard Junko's voice.

She pried open one eye enough to see her opponent's murderous eyes and expressionless mask, and in pure desperation she reached out a hand to grab onto the thing and yank on it. Maybe it would work again just like before.

Like a fish plucked out of the water, Taylor was helpless in Iron Maiden's hand. No matter how hard she struggled, kicked, and squirmed, she was powerless in the indomitable she-beast's grip. And Iron Maiden knew it, too. A sadistic, triumphant glee showed in Maiden's eyes, that almost conveyed the message "You're not getting away from me this time." Not even Junko's threats to harm her manager could distract Maiden now. After all, Kyla had given her very strict guidelines to focus her attention entirely on Taylor, once she finally got a hold of her. Kyla had ordered Maiden to leave Junko to her, should that happen. So Iron Maiden intended to do just that, not even batting an eye when she noticed Junko spinning around and taking off after Kyla. Should the good doctor need her help after all, she'd call for her. Until then, Iron Maiden's only priority was to put Taylor Parker through hell.

Maiden peeled her gaze away from Junko and squarely back on Taylor, just in time to notice her reaching for her mask. The she-beast's eyes flared, and her own free hand shot out to grip Taylor's forearm, stopping it in place. Iron Maiden was seething angrily now, and tightening her grip on both Taylor's throat and arm, enough to leave bruising. To have her mask touched and threatened so many times in one night was more than Maiden could stand, and in an explosive fit of rage she suddenly twisted around and flung Taylor's body directly into the steel barricade separating the outskirts of the ring from the front row audience.

Dr. Fairchild meanwhile was hidden around the corner from where she had escaped from Junko. She sat with her back against the ring apron and he kneels curled up to her chest, panting heavily after her frightening confrontation with the older tougher woman. "Just attacking me out of the blue that!" she huffed to herself. "What did I do to deserve that? That woman has the restraint of a violent toddler!" Yet despite her complaints, a devious smile was now showing on Kyla's face. This turn of events could actually play in her favor, assuming Junko was still willing to come after her. Cautiously, Kyla leaned to her side to peak around the corner of the ring and see what Junko was up to. Her heart jolted when she saw the older woman making a beeline for her.

With a frightful yelp, Kyla picked herself up and fled around to next corner of the ring as quickly as her legs would carry her. She was on the side with the entrance ramp now, and it was here that she suddenly fell onto her hands and knees. To most onlookers, it would seem like she had simply tripped and stumbled, but in reality she had fallen on purpose. And she had fallen directly onto the discarded chains that had been restraining Iron Maiden prior to the match. Kyla grabbed hold of the chains and began hastily wrapping them around her right hand and forearm, using her body to conceal she was doing to the best of her ability. She glanced back over her shoulder to see if Junko was still in pursuit, and then crawled in the direction of the ring apron. Rather then try to climb into the ring itself however, she instead ducked through the apron, sticking her head underneath the ring. Kyla purposely took her time crawling forward, wanting to make sure her legs were still visible when Junko saw her. She wanted Junko to think she was trying to hide, and to stop her, while in reality Kyla was very much counting on Junko catching up.

Taylor's mouth gaped silently and her face contorted. She clenched her fist as tightly as she could to keep the giant from crushing her arm, but her strength was uncanny. As she dangled in mid-air, suffocating and in pain, her best chance at escape was to hope Iron Maiden's arms got tired.

Then suddenly she was airborne, hurtling through the air before slamming into the metal barricade with her back and moving it back a foot into the crowd. The fans in the front row hastily retreated to a safe distance, clearing a space for further carnage while Taylor wailed and arched on the floor, her spine paralyzed from the pain. She struggled to get to her feet quickly enough. She knew she couldn't stop moving, no matter what. She clung to the barrier with one hand, her other hand on her back, and pulled herself up.

Junko ran towards Kyla. She thought she could run pretty fast for an old girl. She was pretty sure she might even be able to beat someone like Kyla in a foot race if she wasn't wearing a kimono. She noted to herself that maybe she should try and find something that left more room for her to maneuver in the future.

As she turned the corner, she saw Kyla on her knees and had to laugh. She really was a klutz. But the loud THUMP of Taylor being hurled into the barricade made Junko turn around. Her eyes widened and she hook her head violently. "N-No... TAYLOR-CHAN!" Junko screamed. She took a step forward and her fists clenched tightly. No matter what, she couldn't lay a hand on Iron Maiden. That would cost taylor the fight. but what she could still help out.

"OI!" She barked, screaming at the top of her lungs. Even if Iron Maiden couldn't understand the words coming out of her mouth, she knew the red head definitely understood loudness and Junko had a pretty shrill mother's tone when she wanted to. "LISTEN TO ME, YOU RED HAIRED FREAK! I'M GOING TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR LITTLE MASTER!"

Junko spun around the corner, scanning to see Kyla's legs wriggling from out from under the apron. She smiled devilishly. She wasn't going to get away with a rookie trick like that. Junko stomped over tot he legs, grabbed them and yanked with all her might. She really WAS going to kick the shit out of Kyla.

Iron Maiden tilted her head and watched Taylor. She kept within a close enough distance of the blonde haired veteran to grab her if she suddenly made a break for it. Yet she was also keeping cautious and trying to gague how much pain Taylor was in, before following up with another attack. Underestimating this girl had been a mistake, and even someone as addle brained as Iron Maiden knew better to continue doing so.

As Taylor struggled to pull herself up along the the barricade, Maiden prepared to hit her with a haymaker. That was when Junko's shrieking caught her attention. Slowly, Maiden turned her head to stare at Junko through the ropes of the ring. She couldn't quite tell what the older woman was up to, and she narrowed her eyes curiously when she saw her bending down, unable to see that she was going after Dr. Fairchild. But seeing as how both managers were now out of sight, Iron Maiden turned her attention back on Taylor without a second thought. She took a single stride forward and lifted up her other leg to deliver a Big Boot to the face. If it connected, the sheer force of the kick would likely send Taylor flipping over the top of the barricade and crumbling onto the cold, hard floor where the fans had moved out of the way.

Kya meanwhile screamed out in fright when she was suddenly yanked out from underneath the ring. While she had been fully anticipating it, it still caught her by surprise. She was genuinely afraid of getting the stuffing beaten out of her by the woman looming over her... but fear wasn't going to stop her from what she was about to try. While Junko was still knelt over, which put her face in range, Kyla quickly twisted onto her hip. She cried out in what sounded more like an intimated scream than a battlecry, and swung her arm wrapped in chain with all her strength to clock Junko right in the side of her head.

Taylor stood up, shook her head, and turned to face Iron Maiden just in time.

"UNGH!" The giantesses boot slammed into her face and sent her toppling over the barricade and into the crowd. The fans shrank back a little farther to make room, and Taylor flat on her face in the center of the hole they formed. At first she was completely motionless, out cold, before showing some signs of life as she slowly brought one hand up to cover her face. One leg slowly bent up to the side as she instinctively began to work toward getting up.

She was dimly aware that the fans that formed a ring around her were talking to her. "<Get up, Taylor!>" "<Come on!>"

"Kuso..." She muttered as she got to her hands and knees. She noticed blood on her fingertips, but she wasn't sure what part of her face it was coming from. She tried to stand up, but her legs weren't steady enough, and she went right back down to her knees. This was bad. Every shot from Maiden was like being hit with a sledgehammer. She had to get away.

Junko tugged hard on Kyla's legs, hearing the younger girl scream. She had a wide grin on her face. If Iron Maiden wasn't going to come running to her master, then maybe she would decide it might be in her best interest after the girl had a bloodied up nose!

"We're not done yet little gi-"

Junko saw white flash through her vision as the coiled chains socked her in the jaw. It was certainly not the kind of punch that one might expect from some Yakuza loan shark, but with the metal aid, even Kyla could manage a punch that knocked Junko on her ass before she flopped to her back, leaving her dazed and holding her jaw as she stared up at the arena lights groaning.

In the process of kicking Taylor clean over the barricade, Iron Maiden had extended her leg too far and was now awkwardly halfway straddling the barricade, with her thigh resting on top of it. A few nearby fans started laughing at the scene of Maiden clumsily trying to reposition herself, but the laughing came to a grim halt when Maiden suddenly leveraged herself forward and stepped completely over the barricade into the fan section. People began giving Iron Maiden as wide a birth as possible, which proved wise when she began eyeballing them. She slowly lurked forward, literally stepping over Taylor to front off the terrified fans, almost like a predator defending it's kill from scavengers. When she felt confidant that no one was going to approach, Maiden turned right back around and reached down to pull Taylor up by the arm, trying to force her to her feet.

Meanwhile, it seemed that another altercation had broken out, separate from the match, and many people in the crowd were now looking curiously over at Junko and Kyla. While Junko laid dazed on the floor, Kyla propped herself against the ring apron and cringed in pain as she slowly unraveled the chain from her arm. Her little stunt had hurt her arm quite a bit, and she could already see faint bruising appearing along her wrist. Luckily for her, it seemed to have been worth it. Once she finished unraveling the chain, she took a cautious step forward to examine Junko. A smirk soon formed on her face. "That should take care of you for a while." she chuckled. "And for the record, it's Doctor, not 'little girl', you decrepit sow." With that she marched away, with the chains balled up and tucked underneath her arm. With Junko out of the picture, things would undoubtedly become much simpler. Kyla now saw fit to make sure her client won the match before Taylor Parker's hag of a manager regained her senses.

Taylor found her escape route blocked by a pair of sturdy legs clad in midnight black tights. She reached out and grabbed onto Iron Maiden's clothes and began pulling herself up first by the woman's skirt, and by her jacket. She knew what was coming, and her mind raced to come up with a plan, though she was still foggy after being rattled by the kick.

"Gah! Ah!" She cried when Iron Maiden's hand again closed around her arm. Pain shot up her arm, but she was relieved that she didn't go for the throat again. It was still sore from the last time, and she was only just catching her breath. She was pulled forcibly upright, and again she was stuck toe-to-toe with the she-beast.

She growled out of frustration. In a fit of unbalanced rage, she gave a useless yank on her arm, and then planted a foot in Iron Maiden's hip and jumped up to throw her knee into her face.

"Fuck you!"