Taylor Parker vs. Silver Ace (Complete)

The Friction Arena let out a cheer as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqFBPdpv9yA:1lp8h68j]Warrior[/url:1lp8h68j] played, the guitar riffs signaling the entrance of one of Frictions newer wrestlers, Silver Ace, some of the crowd cheering her on, having become fans of her in her hard fought match at Avalanche, while others took the fact that she lost at Avalanche as reason not to cheer her.

To say that Ace was pumped was an understatement. She was facing one of Frictions most well known stars, a former Entropy Champion, who had beaten Iron Maiden, the same woman that had defeated Ace herself in her debut. Ace had spent the past couple day since her meeting with Taylor at her mothers house watching clips of her past matches, trying to get some kind of handle on her style. More prep time would have helped, but Ace was eager to get the match booked as soon as possible.

Ace slapped the hands of some front row fans before entering the ring, dressed in her black and red outfit, though this time around she was wearing silver spandex shorts underneath, feeling they were more professional. Bouncing on her feet, Ace had to admit that, excited as she was, she was nervous too. This girl was incredibly talented, had a manager that had been around since before either girl was born, and to top it all off, their one rule for accepting the match was that Ace had to show up alone. Tai wasn't allowed in the arena, much less at ringside, instead watching it via his television at home.

Still, she tried to shake that out of her mind, trying to stay focused. This was the kind of thing she needed. For her, this match would prove that her years of effort were actually worth it and she could hold her own in the ring, or it would prove that she didn't belong in Friction, that she had wasted nearly 5 years of her life, and that she should just go home.

Ace crouched in the corner, rubbing her wrists, watching the entrance stage for Taylor's arrival.

Backstage, Taylor bounced and grinned and danced circles around her manager. She shadowboxed as if she were in fastforward, punch, duck, move, circle, circle, low kick. Every time she jumped she seemed to rebound off the floor like either it or her was made of rubber. She grabbed Junko's shoulder and gave her a ridiculous shake.

"This is gonna be fun, right?" The words burbled out of her in a barely decipherable stream, and she wiggled her hips back and forth while gripping the hem of her short red skirt on either side. "I mean like she's a nice girl and everything but I'm totally gonna kick her ass so hard she'll cry every time she sees a miniskirt. Are you excited? Are you excited?"

She couldn't have been feeling any better than she was, and it was probably because of that that she was finally able to ignore her reservations. She was moving too fast for them to keep up.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something for like, a while." She said, still bouncing in place on the balls of her feet, but less. "Like, I never know what to call you, and it still doesn't feel right to call you okaa-san, sooooooo can I just call you mom?"

Junko was busy putting the finishing touches on her make-up while Taylor bounced around. She had a compact out and was putting some lipstick on as Taylor spoke to her with her excited tone. "mmmmhmmmm~" She hummed and saw Taylor incoming in her compact, just barely avoiding drawing on her face like a crayon. "I'm always excited dear, fufu." She said as she went back to what she was doing, She was always an energetic woman but before a fight, she never got nervous. After all, it wasn't her butt potentially getting kicked out there. She'd be a bundle of nerves enough when she was watching the action and then, her girls, Taylor now, would be well past the point of nervousness. It was kind of amusing tot he older woman.

But Taylor's question came as a surprise as she heard the girl speak, bringing her compact down and staring curiously at her daughter-in-law. When Taylor was finished, Junko blinked. "Taylor-chan...." She whispered. "That's just not fair to do to me right now!" Though her words were scolding, her face looked like it was fighting back emotion. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Taylor's cheek, leaving a bright lip mark from her freshly applied lipstick. She then smiled at Taylor. "O-Of course you can." She said, beaming brightly. She stuffed her compact into the sleeve of her kimono and turned around.

"Now, we can't leave these people waiting. I'll see you in a few." She said and winked at Taylor. She grabbed her parasol and the stage manager handed her a microphone. "Fufufu~" She chuckled to herself. "Mom." She beamed proudly threw herself out into the now darkened arena, pushing open her parasol s she got ready for her entrance.

Junko inhaled deeply as she saw only the flashes of cameras. The whole arena was dark and she could feel the energy just hiding underneath the surface, waiting for it to explode. The fans would do as her own charge did and it would be wonderful. She grinned brightly int he darkness and with the loud clunk, the spotlight illuminated her parasol and she was ready. "Ladies and Gentlemen..." She began as she walked down the arena ramp. Her bamboo parasol was painted up like an old ukiyo-e print of Mt. Fuji. "Prepare yourselves for a delight like no other! The most ebullient wrestler the AFW has ever seen! The moment you've been waiting for-"

The lights flashed on and Junko Higurashi, or as she was known to the fans, Diao-chan, was standing with outstretched arms and the brightest grin she could muster. She was dressed in a red kimono with black obi sash that had subtle flames embroidered on it. She deftly closed her parasol and pointed it at Ace.

"Inside the ring, she's a Royal Flush! She'll never say die and she's YOUR fuuuuuture Friction Champion..."

Junko pivoted and pointed her umbrella back at the entrance ramp. "Taaaaaaaaylooooooor Paaaaaarkeeeeeeer!"

Bright lights and [url=http://youtu.be/6qz_iKTv214:37m1wwbe]punk rock[/url:37m1wwbe] filled the arena just before Taylor burst onto the entrance ramp. She bounded to the front of the ramp and threw her arms in the air. Her radiant golden hair and bright red attire shone brightly under the lights, and she was filled with an energy that she couldn't contain. It bubbled out her in the way she moved, the way she smiled, and the way her eyes brimmed with deep blue abandon.

She clenched her fists and pulled her arms back and let out a scream, and the crowd erupted. The threw herself into her usual aerial cartwheel into a backflip with a half twist, and added a front flip that left her down on one knee, one hand down and the other behind her. She set her eyes down the ramp, at the silver-haired opponent waiting there, and grinned like it was Christmas morning.

She became a red-and-blonde streak as she launched herself down the ramp at astonishing speed and and dove into the ring headfirst. She leapt to her feet in the center and struck a pose, hopped up in the corner and held her arms out to the crowd as if for a hug. She jumped off the turnbuckles and landed with her feet planted, facing across the ring at her opponent. She tilted her head at her, her bangs dangling down alongside her face, and grinned at her with danger in her eyes.

"I don't think we were ever properly introduced," she shouted across at Ace while she took the center of the ring. "My name..." her voice was raw and rough and unrestrained. "Is TAYLOR PARKER. You might think you know me, but you've never met anyone like me. You've never experienced anything like me. And you don't stand a chance because you're just a girl, and I am a natural fucking disaster. I am a wildfire in a hurricane. You can't control me, you can't stop me, and if you get too close you're gonna get burned. I am a bad, bad day for you, but I promise I'll make it a short night."

She backed up to her corner just before the bell rang and set all of her energy and her pent-up violence free.

Ace had enjoyed the cheers she had gotten, but they were nothing compared to the ones Taylor got, the entire arena standing on their feet and screaming loudly for their favored one. Her manager, who's name was Junko, she had learned, had done an incredible job building her up, though it was clear the crowd really was attached to Taylor. It was starting to make Ace nervous.


Taylor's intimidation didn't help, like before, it angered Ace, only this time, with the display and the crowds reaction, it was actually working a little, the rookie starting to wonder if she had made a mistake.


She quickly shook her head.

"Stop it! You know damn well you can't afford to think like that! Yeah, your nervous, use it! Show them what you can do!"

She thought, mentally slapping herself. This was all for show, a way to make her feel small and helpless. The flashy stage, the manager's shilling, even Tai not being allowed in the arena, all meant to make her feel weak. A mind trick, meant to throw her off her game and give Taylor the victory before the match had even begun.

Ace put her arms up as the bell rang, carefully moving out of the corner, watching Taylor. She let out a small sigh as she made herself come to terms and accept things for what they were. The crowd was completely on Taylor's side, Taylor's manager was in her corner, Taylor had more experience and skill then she did, Tai wasn't by her side. The bell had rung and she was completely alone. She smirked, matching Taylor's eyes.

"...Let's dance.."

Taylor shook her head disapprovingly. "Mine was better."

She strolled quickly out to the middle of the ring and circled around Ace while she sized her up. She seemed like kind of a dork, but she'd been involved in wrestling for a while, and who knows what sort of training daddy's money bought for her. Taylor had looked her up and found that she was twenty years old, the same age that Taylor was when she began her Friction career. It had been a long, hard, often torturous road to get to where she was today. She planned on making Ace's road every bit as hard.

"How ya feelin'? Nervous?" She stopped and spread her feet apart for a strong stance. "Well if your hands aren't shaking too much..."

She put up one hand in the air in front of her to propose a tie up. She kept a sharp eye on the girl, though, Taylor herself had been using all sorts of tricky to avoid locking up with anyone for most of her career. She wasn't going to be caught flat-footed, and she wasn't a one-trick pony anymore. She could move fast and fly and hit hard, but over the years she had become a legitimate wrestler as well.

Less of Ace's physique was visible, but Taylor didn't mind showing skin. She was ripped. Her slim, light frame was wound tight with sleek muscle. Her strong shoulders, her defined abs, her powerful thighs, even her very perky, very round butt, all demanded caution from her opponent.

"You're not gonna try to fake the clinch and cheap shot me, are you? 'Cause, like, I practically invented that."

Ace cautiously raised her opposite hand up as a signal she accepted the tie-up, moving closer to Taylor, spreading her feet apart to match her stance.

Ace had to admit, Taylor looked strong. Still, Ace wasn't so bad herself. She had a lithe figure, strong thighs, and, while her abs weren't as defined as Taylor's, there was muscle there, not fat. Her shoulders were smaller then Taylor's however, hinting to the crowd that she might not be as powerful as the blonde. Her butt however, was probably equal to Taylors, in form and in attraction, had Ace allowed the crowd to see it.


Close enough now, Ace locked up with Taylor, letting out a snarky reply. She normally wasn't very good at trash talk, but there was one she could use that might dig a little at Taylor.

"Nope! Your mom gonna grope Tai again? He might enjoy that!"

Taylor laced her fingers between Ace's and tightly grasped her hands. She shoved against her first to test her strength and to feel out what sort of fighter Ace really was.

But by the time the silver haired girl got out the words "your mom gonna", Taylor was already moving to make her pay. The words "grope Tai again" would only make it more satisfying. Instead of pushing, she yanked Ace in closer and met her with a stiff headbutt to the girl's face.

"UGH!"

Ace let out an odd sound, like a choked yelp. Her fingers didn't separate from Taylor's, but her grip weakened considerably. Ace drooped a little, shaking her head after that surprising blow.

"And that's why we don't trash talk."

She heard Tai's voice in her head, chastising her.

Growling, she gripped tighter on Taylor's fingers, thrusting her head forward towards the shorter girls chin!

Ace came back quicker than expected. Her head collided with Taylor's jaw, stinging her face and rattling her brain.

"Agh!" She fell back a step before her eyes refocused.

Not to be outdone, Taylor clenched her jaw and yanked one hand free. She swung with her elbow and pulled Ace into it, aiming to crack her hard on her temple.