Taylor Parker vs Iron Maiden

The sturdiness of Iron Maiden's body played to Taylor's advantage better than ever, as she hardly budged an inch when the blond veteran literally ran up her back. She made the perfect the stepladder. Maiden did feel it however, and she snarled furiously, whipping around on her knee and reaching to try to snatch Taylor by the ankle. Yet she was too slow, and before she knew it Taylor had driven her knee down onto the top of her head.

Iron Maiden wasn't at all use to be struck there, given her tremendous height, and it resulted in a significant payoff for Taylor. Maiden was momentarily dazed and dropped forward onto both hands. She was now on all fours, groggily shaking her head trying to regain her senses.

Taylor worked her knee back and forth, while she pushed back up. She didn't know what Maiden's head was made of, and she wondered if there was anything on her own body hard enough to put a dent in it, or if she was just going to put herself in the hospital beating on her. She did have another option, though...

She circled around behind the gigantic redhead and grabbed two handfuls of her hair. She inched back while pulling the woman up to her feet, ready to bolt if it looked like she was with it enough to grab her by the throat again. It was a long shot, but Taylor was running out of ways to put the giant out of her misery. There was a first time for everything, and it was a chance to show that she wasn't a one trick pony anymore.

Iron Maiden's head cranked back and she could feel Taylor tugging at the strands of her hair. Forcing the heavy she-beast up in this manner would normally prove a long and tiring task, but Maiden made it easier on her opponent by deciding to stand up under her own power. She lifted one foot first, then after a moment's hesitation rose to the other. Her intention was to whip herself around and throttle Taylor or whoever had the nerve to try forcing her to her feet like this. However, Maiden severely underestimated the condition she was in. She was still groggy and her sense of balance was shot. The very second she stood up, she ended up teetering several steps to the right, pulling Taylor along with her if the shorter woman still had a handful of her hair. Then, without really waiting for her balance to readjust, Maiden attempted to swing her arm back to clumsily clobber Taylor across the head with her elbow.

Taylor anticipated something like the elbow that came, and she nimbly ducked under it, and grabbed hold of the arm at the wrist.

She jumped up to clonk into Iron Maiden's jaw with the top of her head, just to keep her off balance for a little longer, and then pulled the giant's arm around her shoulders. The absurdity of what she was about to do didn't make her hesitate for a second. She could handle it.

She didn't have to bend down very far to put her shoulder into Maiden's midsection. She set her feet apart and got a sturdy base, and then pulled on the arm and drove into Maiden, and with her knees straight and her body trembling with the effort she lifted the giant up across her shoulders in a fireman's carry. She didn't waste any time holding her there for fear that any disruption of her balance could be disastrous. She swept her left leg off to the right and fell to the side, dropping Iron Maiden and all of her considerable weight down on the top of her head.

The effectiveness of the headbutt to Iron Maiden's chin was hard to gauge, as the colossal she-beast hardly seemed to flinch from the blow. However much it helped though, Maiden had certainly lost her balance after wildly swinging and missing with her arm. She also turned herself around just perfectly enough to line herself up for Taylor's attempted fireman's carry.

The crowd was explosive, hardly a single person not on their feet. They cheered and rooted on Taylor's efforts, many practically holding in their breath as they watched their returning hero struggle to lift the giantess onto her shoulders. Then, when Taylor finally managed to lift Iron Maiden, the roar of applause was so deafening the roof of the stadium may as well have been flying off its hinges.

Iron Maiden meanwhile was completely out of sorts. No one had been able to lift her up like this since she had been a mere child, so to suddenly be heaved off her feet by a woman so much smaller than her was downright disorienting. Of course even if she wasn't utterly stunned, or had the grace and skill to try countering out of Taylor's fireman carry, the blonde veteran gave her very little time to react before suddenly dropping her on her head. Maiden collapsed like a falling tree, falling flat onto the mat head first and feet last. She was laid out on her back and left staring up woozily at the rafters.

Taylor excitedly got up to her knees. She heard the deafening roar of the crowd, and looked out into the stands. They really were on their feet! Then she looked down at Iron Maiden, sprawled out on her back like she'd just been run over by a train.

"YES!" She flung her arms in the air triumphantly and celebrated with a wiggle of her hips, her Christmas morning enthusiasm drawing a few inaudible laughs from the crowd. She quickly pulled herself together and dived onto Iron Maiden, laying across her body and pressing herself tightly down on her shoulders. She laid her leg on top of Maiden's arm, braced her forearm on her shoulder, and shoved Maiden's head to the side with a palm to give her as hard a time kicking out as possible.

"ONE!" Came the count. Taylor could hardly believe it was happening.

"TWO!" She pressed herself against Maiden's solid body as hard as she could and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt a drop of blood roll off the end of her nose onto the mat, but she stayed completely motionless.

Come on, come on, come on...

Junko pulled Kyla as close to her body as she could so the front of Junko was snuggled against the backside of Kyla while one hand still held the parasol, extending her arm backwards so it kept Kyla in place and the other still tightly clamped around the doctor's lips.

Junko leaned in and smirked. Kyla was the only one who hadn't put any blood sweat or tears into this match and the elder woman was going to make damn sure that she had a front row seat to her giantess' destruction.

"Ich..."

"Ni... fufu."

Junko counted softly into Kyla's ear in time with each slap of the referee's hand against the canvas.

Junko was right to hold on tight to Dr. Fairchild, for the moment Kyla witnessed her client toppled and covered for the pin, the good doctor began frantically trying to break break away and hurtle herself into the ring. Her mind was racing, her heart fluttering in panic. She was clawingat Junko's arm with her fingernails and screaming bloody murder into the hand muffling her mouth. Anything she could do. ...Of course even if Junko were to let her go, deep down Kyla realized there was no way to save her client. If she went into that ring and tried forcing Taylor Parker off of her, it would only end up getting Iron Maiden disqualified. She was, in every sense of the word, helpless to do anything.

The referee counted to one, and Iron Maiden was still unmoving. When Junko whispered the number into Kyla's ear and she realized the sadistic hag was intending to count along with her, her face reddened with rage. She began screaming louder into Junko's hand, and even went as far as trying to bite it if she could manage.

Then came the two count. And still Maiden didn't stir, but simply stared up blearily at the rafters with little awareness of what was happening. When Kyla heard Junko whisper into her ear again, she shrieked like a madwoman, and began weakly stomping at the older woman's feet.

Then the ref's hand came down for the final count. The whole arena chanted the number together, and Kyla Fairchild's body went limp in utter crushing defeat as Iron Maiden was pinned right before her eyes. The referee spun and around and signaled for the bell, calling for an end to the match. The winner: Taylor Parker.

The third slap of the ref's hand on the mat flipped a switch that shut Taylor's body off. She collapsed into Iron Maiden and laid there draped across her, her back heaving as she drew deep, measured breaths, while a contented smile played over her lips.

After a moment, she lifted her head and turned her body to line up with Maiden, so that she was nearly laying fully on top of her. The woman's face was a bloody mess, and though her mask covered some of the gore, her nose was clearly broken. Taylor knew her own face was bloodied up as well, but... not like that. Now that the match was over, she couldn't help but sympathize with the giantess.

"I don't know what you're made of," she whispered in her ear, "and you might be crazy, but... you fought hard. Good job. You are terrifying."

She drew herself upright on her knees and raised her arms high. She was clearly exhausted, but the renewed roar of the crowd brought a big, pristine smile to her face.

"Saaaaaan!" Junko practically screamed into Kyla's ear as the third count hit, unable to control her elation. She uncrooked the doctor and shoved her away as she threw her hands up in the air and faced the roaring crowd. She had a bright grin on her face and she felt something new drip down her bespectacled face. They were hot tears but they here joyful. She turned around to share in her daughter's victory as music began to play. But [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiaL1pHsd90:2m9csqfa]It was not Taylor's.[/url:2m9csqfa]

The roaring cheers that filled the arena transformed into a hailstorm of boos instantly. From the backstage area emerged Lukretia Von Creutzfeldt, the General Manager of Friction and a silver haired woman dressed in a blue and red nurses outfit holding a large black bag with a red cross on it. She looked bored compared to the enthusiastic grin Lukretia wore.

Lukretoa marched swiftly down the ramp in her long, elegant red dress. This one was a little less tight fitting that what she usually wore and flared at the calves to give her complete freedom of movement.

Lukretia stepped up into the ring and swiftly made her way over to Iron Maiden. She knelt down next to the girl and held out her hand. Chesna then handed Lukretia the bag and while the German opened it she spoke softly.

"Ahhh... meine kleine prinzessen. Look vhat has become of your pretty face. Zis vill not do. A prinzessen must not be seen in such disarray. Meine doktor vill fix you up, but I know you must be quite alarmed at ze moment."

Lukretia spoke softly and genuinely to the larger girl. When she was finished, she pulled out a stuffed teddy bear from the bag and gently placed it upon Iron Maiden's chest, smiling down at the red headed giant. "He has come vith ze sole purpose of providing you comfort vile be patch you up, meine kleine prinzessin."