Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

Iron Maiden's vice grip on Taylor's arm didn't loosen any more than her body buckled when the blonde veteran used her hip as a step. This at least played into Taylor's favor in that she successfully gained enough height to ram her knee up into Maiden's chin. Like so many attempts before though, it hardly phased the colossal she-beast. Her head jerked back slightly only to slowly lower and locked eyes with Taylor once more. She gave her an almost challenging sort of look, expecting her blows to have a lot more impact considering how Taylor had been taking it to her earlier.

"Maiden! What in god's name are you doing!?" Kyla's voice suddenly cut in, causing Iron Maiden to tense and glanced back over the barricade. Her manager was indeed on the other side, but she looked particularly unhappy and impatient at the moment. "You're being counted out!" exclaimed Kyla, leaning forward over the barricade and pointing back to the ring. The referee was indeed in the middle of 10 count, starting from when both Maiden and Taylor had vacated the ring, and by the sound of it she was up to 7. "Get her back in, Maiden! Back in the ring!! You're going to win this by demolishing this has-been and pinning her!"

Iron Maiden tilted her head in a curious manner, still having a difficult time grasping the notion of a 10 count, but understanding that she needed to return to the ring all the same. She jerked her gaze back to Taylor, and gripped hold of her arm with both hands, placing her second hand higher up near the shoulder. Then with sheer strength, she hoisted Taylor up and attempted to fling her right back over the barricade, at an angle that could lead to Taylor's back or hip bouncing against the top of it.

Taylor's heart froze. How hard did she need to hit this chick to get results? She felt powerless. The best she could do was to try to pound Iron Maiden's face in, and if that didn't work...

She didn't have time to think about it, because then she was airborne, thrown off her feet and almost completely over the barricade. Her arms flailed in the air in a vain attempt to right herself before she hit the metal barricade with the small of her back, drawing a sympathetic "oohhhhh" from the crowd. Her body bent painfully backward before she flopped to the floor on the other side. She rolled to her knees with her forehead on the floor, both hands reaching for her back.

"Aaaaahhhhha!"

The pain was unbearable. For the moment, she was paralyzed, and her face twisted in agony. Still, she pushed herself to move, and managed to begin crawling back toward the ring. In the back of her mind, she knew she was being counted out, and if she could get back before the giant, maybe she could take a cheap win that way. It wasn't a brave thought, she knew she'd rather beat her for real, but for the moment she could hardly move.

Then she caught sight of Junko laying sprawled out on the floor and turned to crawl for her instead. She spluttered for a moment, but couldn't quite think of what it was she was supposed to call her. "Ju- uh, D-di... mom!" She reached out to touch her ankle, and tried to straighten upright on her knees.

Junko was just starting to recover from Kyla's cheap shot. Her hand pressed against her forehead and she felt something slick she pulled her fingers into her blurry vision and saw them stained with crimson.

'damn that bitch.' Junko thought.The forehead was a place that could get cut easily and bled profusely. It made chumps look like champs with visual effect alone. But a cut there was nothing more than an illusion as far as damage went. The doctor would probably be proud, but she had no reason to be. Just like she knewTaylor wasn't going to throw a party for doing it to Iron Maiden.

But as she was trying to shake off the daze, her ear burned. Junko's eyes widened as she heard the word. She sat up instantly when her ankle was touched. Her eyes flickered between cold determination and helpless worry. She couldn't touch Iron Maiden but she wasn't forbidden from touching Taylor.

With the adrenaline beginning to course through her, the cobwebs quickly vanished. She hefted Taylor up and slung her over her shoulder, dragging her over to the ring.

"It's OK, Taylor-chan. You're doing great. I'm still so proud of you. Just don't give up yet. You're not done. But, when i roll you back into the ring, I want you to stay down. Make that big bitch come to you and when she's hunched over, hit her with every thing you've got. Break that monster's nose and then let's see how invincible she is."

With her last words, she rolled Taylor into the ring and instantly swiveled on her heels. Just like Taylor, Junko had unfinished business with her own thorn in the side, Doctor Kyla Fairchild.

Taylor did her best to focus on Junko. "Okay," she nodded breathlessly.


She flopped onto the mat and rolled once inside the ring. She laid on her side with her legs splayed out and one hand holding her back. Staying down was easy, since she really didn't want to try to get back up, and it wasn't at all a stretch to play up how much pain she was in. She remained on the mat, squirming in pain, and waited for Iron Maiden.

Kyla stepped out of the way as Taylor came hurtling over the barricade. She lifted her hands and backed away to show the referee that she had no intention of laying them on her client's opponent. There was no hiding the smug expression on her face though, nor the cruelty in her eyes as she watched Taylor writhe in pain and pathetically crawl over towards her own manager. Kyla side glanced at Iron Maiden, seeing her stepping back over the barricade, and ushered for her to hurry up. When she turned her focus back on Taylor and Junko however, she was shocked and appalled to see Junko suddenly back on her feet and assisting her client into the ring, which effectively broke the count.

"There's no bloody way!" Kyla gasped, astounded by Junko's toughness. Her amazement quickly turned to fear however when Junko turned on her heels to once more come after her. With a startled shriek, Kyla quickly reached for Iron Maiden and hid herself behind her hulking client, knowing there was plenty more time now for her to return to the ring. For the moment she could serve as a shield. "Keep back! You have no business putting your hands on me!" the good doctor spat at Junko, pointing her finger at her from around Iron Maiden's waist. "I was just defending myself from you, is all! You're a loose canon! You shouldn't even be out here!"

Meanwhile it took Maiden a few seconds to realize what her manager had stopped her for. When she took notice of Junko, poised as if she were about to come after Dr. Fairchild, she huffed angrily and took a threatening step towards her before Kyla lightly pulled her back by the arm. "No Maiden wait, it's alright! Just... just uh..." Kyla began frantically scanning the floor for the chains she had set down. When she spotted them she hurriedly grabbed them up and held them to her chest like a security blanket. She then cautiously retreated to the other end of the ring, as far away from Junko as possible. "Alright Iron Maiden, return to the ring!" she then called to her she-beast. "Wrap this match up so we can take our leave!"

Iron Maiden craned her neck to look in Kyla's direction, then slowly cast her sights back on Junko. She stared at the older, smaller woman for a long tense moment before finally doing as instructed by Dr. Fairchild and turning to step up onto the ring apron. She bent over and reentered the ring through the top and middle ropes, and pursued after the stationary Taylor Parker to finally end things. She stepped over her and reached down to scoop her up by the throat with both hands...

Junk's knuckles tightened as she watched Kyla slither behind her behemoth. For whatever the good doctor claimed, she really was just a little girl with an inferiority complex, using another unfortunate soul to fill the holes made by those who wounded her int he past for reasons justified or otherwise. Unfortunately, Junko wasn't in the mood for laying sympathy upon the pathetic girl. Her lip curled into a snarl and she stared only at Kyla, right through all of Iron Maiden's intimidation. Junko was terrified of what the giant red head could do, no doubt, but what scared her more was not doing whatever it took to make sure her daughter won, and more importantly, lived through, the match.

Junko flared her nostrils enough to exhale some of the tension building within her when Kyla sent Iron Maiden away. She was ready to run at Iron Maiden if she had to. She knew how it would end but she'd do it. But she didn't have to now and as she watched Kyla pick up those chains, she wiped some more blood from her eyes and flick it off her hand. She took a few steps forward and picked up her parasol. If Kyla wanted to turn their little scuffle into a hardcore match, the doctor was poorly equipped. A loose canon? Junko was a hen and this bitch was messing with one of her chicks. The elder woman as just letting her instincts take over.

She began to march towards Kyla slowly as she set the parasol against her shoulder and smiled deviously at the doctor. "Come on, little girl!" Junko called loudly. "How can you be scared of an old hag like me when you have those big, heavy chains, hm?"

From her place on the mat, Taylor could hear Junko and Kyla going at it. She nearly laughed. Junko was a feisty old broad, and she had never liked her more than she did at that moment. Still, she knew she was only picking a fight with Kyla to distract her to give Taylor more of a shot at taking down her client. She couldn't let it go to waste, and she couldn't let her get hurt again.

She brought a hand up to her face and inadvertently smeared the blood that had been collecting from her nose and the corner of her eye. She probably had a boot-print on her face. Her hand came away bloody, and half of her face was covered with it.

She tried to take deep breaths and relax, and hoped to god that her back wouldn't stop her from moving like she needed to. It ached terribly. Iron Maiden would reach down and grab her, probably by the neck, and she had long arms so Taylor couldn't stop her. She'd have to not be there, but she'd have to wait until just the right moment. Her breathing accelerated again.

She felt the ring shake when Iron Maiden climbed in. She could feel each footstep through the mat. Then there she was, towering over her. Taylor's body tensed, and when the giantess reached down for her she kicked off the mat and threw herself into a quick backward roll, leaving Maiden to grope at the air instead. While she was still bent over, Taylor pounced. She wrapped an arm around her neck and jumped, high, to yank the woman forward and off balance. She hung in the air for a moment before she fell onto her back, attempting again to slam Maiden headfirst into the mat.

Dr. Fairchild had not once taken her eyes off of Junko from the moment she cleared her client to reenter the match. And so she perked up in alarm when she noticed Junko picking up her parasol, and her heart began to race in panic when the older woman started coming for her. Kyla kept a level head however and simply began circling around the ring to try to maintain her distance from Junko. That woman wouldn't dare cut through the ring with the match still going on, after all. As long as Kyla just kept moving, that hag would never catch her!

"If you'll recall, it's not little girl! It's Doctor!" she hollered back at Junko. "Not that I don't appreciate your scorn and jealousy! I do! I get it! It must be painful for a woman of ripe old age to see someone as young as myself accomplish much more than you ever could! I'm your intellectual superior, and I manage a superior wrestler to your blonde has-been! It must be infuriating!" She grinned wickedly to herself, feeling her confidence bolster the longer she was able to trash talk the other woman form afar. The way she tightly gripped the chains and held them to her chest however, was very telling of how intimidated she still was. Not to mention the fact she was still backing away.

Inside the ring Iron Maiden was seconds away from uprooting Taylor by the throat, when the crafty veteran rolled backwards out of the way at the last second. Maiden's fingers grazed against the mat, gripping at nothing. She literally growled in frustration and slowly cast up her gaze just in time to see Taylor lunging at her neck. Maiden instinctively grabbed Taylor by the hips to throw her off with sheer power. Her lack of technical prowess however, left her not knowing which way to shove Taylor's body, with the blonde's arm wrapped around her neck at the angle it was. And there certainly wasn't time to figure it out before Taylor brought the hulking she-beast crashing down face first into the mat. Her hard head thudded against it with a resounding "smack", and Iron Maiden teetered sideways and was laid out onto her back, motionless.

For the first time in her Friction career the she-beast had been floored, and the crowd appropriately exploded into applause.

Taylor's rebound up to her feet was slower than usual, but triumphant as hell. She threw her fist in the air. "Yeah!" The crowd was right there with her. Of course, she couldn't afford to stand around and gloat over the fallen giant. She had knocked her down, but now she had to bury her.

Three running steps to the ropes and she bounded up to the top, She landed with both feet on the top rope and sprang back, turning a graceful 3/4 backflip, her short red skirt fluttering as she arched through the air, with the landing aimed to drop her shins across Iron Maiden's masked face.

Junko had been slowly stalking Kyla, and while the girl kept her distance, Junko continued to bully her around the ring like they were two opposing magnets. But the older woman didn't change her pace and she didn't look at the ring. When she heard the pop of the crowd, it felt like a gun was shot in the air. Junko didn't have to look, she knew exactly what was happening. And she was banking that Kyla Fairchild wouldn't help but be forced to watch in horror.

She took off, running as fast as she could towards Kyla. Even a moment's hesitation for the doctor to turn and she her unbeatable behemoth get taken down was all Junko needed. She sped around the corner and came at Kyla low. While the whole crowd was focused on the scene int he ring, Junko only had eyes for the skittish doctor. She just hoped she could get close enough as she spun the parasol in her hands so the crooked end was no longer in her hands. Junko hoped that as much fear that was in her for Junko, the desire to order around her beast would be greater. Then Junko would strike and try and drive the crook of her parasol into Kyla's solar plexus. If she could do that, then it would make it difficult for Kyla to do anything other than try and gasp deeply for breath. Taylor would undoubtedly handle the rest.