AFW Title Match: Angel (c) Vs. Taylor Parker

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Winning Conditions: The winner will be declared the AFW World Champion. The title does not change hands on a disqualification or count out.

Junko took calm, quiet breaths as she waited for the moment when it was time to get on stage. Taylor was behind her, but the older woman had her shut out. She was peaceful for the moment until she heard the final signal from the director.

In the arena, the place was pitch black except for the soft glow of cell phones. Junko was ready and under the cover of dark, strode out into the arena. She paused at the top of the stage and unfolded her umbrella so that it perfectly aligned with the spotlight that flashed onto it. The old styled umbrella had a painted black tortoise basking on the bank of a river. It was very ornate and Junko slowly twirled it, giving it the appearance of the turtle slowly crawling.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Junko bellowed proudly as she began to walk down the entrance ramp, the spotlight following and only illuminating her umbrella, "prepare yourselves for a delight like no other! The most congruous wrestler the AFW has ever seen! The moment you've been waiting for-"

The familiar 'kh-chnk' of the lights flashing on revealed Junko standing with her arms outstretched. She had a bright grin and was dressed in a yellow kimono with waterfall scenes elegantly embroidered on the silk dress. She deftly folded her umbrella and scanned the crowd, leaving them to cheer for a long moment. It was hard not to shed a tear but she kept her cool in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home.

"She's hotter than the hottest jalapeno! She'll never say die and she's YOUR fuuuuture Friction Champion..." Junko swung her arms and pointed her umbrella at the entrance. "Taaaaayloooooor Paaaarkerrrrrr!"

[url=http://youtu.be/DLbHfOhJNR4:bem3v72s]The first subtle notes[/url:bem3v72s] of Taylor's theme formed a backdrop for the climax of Junko's introduction, and at just the right moment the arena exploded with thunderous music and energy and lights. Taylor streaked through the curtain and onto the stage, moving at a rate uncommon to the human race. She took up her place at the front of the stage, standing tall and proud with a new streak of red, orange and yellow highlights in her bangs that resembled flames. She looked out over the crowd before emphatically throwing her arms in the air and letting out a ferocious, uncontainable scream.

She wore her bright red ring gear, with black knee pads and boots and fingerless gloves, and a black band around her arm. One wrist bore multiple bright rubber bracelets. Unique to today, though, was a black, racerback tank top that showed off her muscular definition, and the new partial angel wing tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. On the front of the shirt, in big, bold letters, were the words:

[align=center:bem3v72s]THOMAS DEVLIN PARKER[/align:bem3v72s]
[align=center:bem3v72s]1967-2012[/align:bem3v72s]

She kicked a leg up into a spectacular flash kick backflip, and landed with one knee down, one hand on the floor and the other behind her, her head bowed. She remained in that position much longer than usual, her back heaving subtly up and down with each deep breath. She hid her face from the crowd until she had blinked away the tears that threatened at the corners of her eyes, and then she launched herself down the ramp at a full sprint, a red-and-blonde streak until she leapt onto the apron. She grabbed the top rope and split-jumped over into the ring, and climbed a turnbuckle facing the ramp.

She raised her fist in the air, and her deep blue eyes blazed with an intensity so hot it threatened to consume her along with her opponent. She tried to draw measured breaths to stay calm, so as not to wear herself out too fast, and she only managed to stand still while her eyes were focused intently on the stage while she waited for Angel to appear.

Angel waited patiently backstage, her eyes closed, the champion leaning back against a wall as she waited for Taylor to make her entrance. She was feeling calm. A bit anxious, but for the most part, calm. She was ready. Despite her big mouth, her trash talking, and Angel's own recent anger towards her, Taylor had always been one of the few people in the company that the champion had real respect for. Unlike many of her fellow wrestlers in the AFW, she knew what Taylor was capable of. She had seen her matches. She knew what she could do, and she wasn't going to underestimate her. She knew that she was going to have a hard fight ahead of her.

But at the same time, she knew she would be walking out the winner. She knew that she was going to leave Taylor beaten before her.

When she heard Taylor's music finally dying down, she opened her eyes, pushing off the wall and heading to the arena entrance. At the sound of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxCsy0wPlIE:3b9y3a5c]her own theme[/url:3b9y3a5c] rising up over the speakers of the arena, she took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the stage, her title belt wrapped around her waist, her arms spread open wide as she made her appearance.

In contract to Taylor's own speedy, intense appearance, Angel's own entrance was calmer, slower. She made her way down the entrance ramp, heading to the ring, almost seeming to be taking her time. She looked down towards the ring as she slowly walked towards it, looking up towards Taylor, meeting the blonde's gaze, her lips turning upwards into a slight, soft smirk. She was ready for this. She knew this match had been a long time coming and she was ready. She was actually rather looking forward to it! Every since she and Taylor had faced off in the Temple Games, she knew they would end up in the ring again some day. She gladly welcomed it, and she couldn't wait for the chance to take down Taylor again, in a more serious fight between them.

Once she reached the ring, she stepped around to the ring steps and slowly climbed in, passing through the ropes and heading to the opposite corner from the one that Taylor was standing atop. She unlatched her belt, and climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, holding her belt aloft for all the arena to see, a reminder that she was the champion, and that she would show them tonight just why she deserved that title.

She held her pose for several long moments, then hopped off of the turnbuckle, turning to the referee and handing her the belt. Then, she looked across the ring towards Taylor again, her eyes focusing as she waited for things to begin.

By the time Angel handed over her belt, Taylor was pacing the ring with a microphone in her hand. She stalked back and forth, never taking her eyes off of Angel, and when she spoke, her voice came as a rough-edged punk growl.

"Angel, Angel, Angel," she began. "Welcome to my ring!" She shouted, drawing cheers from the excitable crowd. She paced and pointed with her free hand at her white-haired opponent.

"Everyone knows you're a bad person, and you try to act like a perfect little... angel. Well, I'm a good girl..." She stepped closer to Angel, and her voice dropped to a low growl. "But sometimes I do bad things. And I'm gonna do some very bad things to you in this ring, chica. I'm gonna kick your ass from pillar to post and corner to corner, and when I'm done there won't be a doubt in anyone's mind who really deserves that belt. We've both got something to fight for, don't we, babe... But I'm taking yours."

Taylor threw the mic up the ramp as far as she could, and it sailed away through the air before bouncing off the floor and skittering into the crowd. She leapt into the corner and pulled her tank top off over her head and held it high as if it was a title belt. If ever there was a moment that she wished her dad could be there for, it was this one. She wanted to make him proud. She wanted to make everyone proud. She draped the tank top over the ring post, and leapt down to rapidly circle around ring, fleet feet flying more than walking.

The bell rang, signifying the start of the most important match of Taylor's life.

Angel rolled her eyes as Taylor went into her brief little rant, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she let out a long, exaggerated yawn. Taylor could trash talk her all she wanted, but Angel wasn't going to let it get to her. Not tonight, anyway. Not when her title was on the line. Tonight, she was focused on one thing, and one thing alone: winning. She couldn't, she wouldn't let Taylor get under her skin, not when so much was on the line.

Once Taylor climbed back off the corner and began to circle around the ring, the Latina followed suit, circling back around her, watching her movements closely. When the bell finally rang, signalling for the match to get started, Angel suddenly exploded forward, lunging towards Taylor with her arms raised, trying to lock up with the blonde. Not her usual match opening strategy, but one that she hoped might catch Taylor by surprise.

Taylor nimbly sprung to the side at the last second and let Angel's charge go to waste. She easily circled away to a safe distance.

"Were you just trying to ram me with your boobs, dude?" Taylor gestured at Angel's chest. "Or were you just trying to grab mine. I've seen what you like to do with girls in the ring, but honey-bun, I'm as straight as they come. And good luck getting this off." She jerked a thumb at her tight one-piece suit, and then resumed her light, highly mobile stance.

Be patient, she told herself. Be patient, be patient, be patient.

"We gonna do this, or what?"

Don't listen to her. She wants to get into your head and piss you off. Just tune her out.

Angel quickly turned back to Taylor as she charged by her. Her only response to Taylor's taunting was a wide, calm smirk, her eyes staring fiercely into the blonde's own. Once more, she started to circle back around her challenger, watching her carefully, closely.

When Taylor asked her question, Angel finally spoke up, her voice soft as she replied to her. "Waiting on you, Sparkles," she answered her, raising a hand to gesture for Taylor to bring it on. "Let's see what you've got..."

"Yeah, okay Ange." Taylor skipped around Angel until she was in the open, and then stopped, bouncing back and forth in place like she might fly away at any moment. "Wait, let's see what you got like what I can do? Or do you mean, like, what I look like naked? Is that all you think about, pervert?" She cocked her hips to the side and pointed to her eyes. "C'mon, I'm up here."

She took a couple cautious steps forward and lifted a hand. "Okay, how 'bout it? Nice and clean, can you do that, chica?"

"You're not my type anyway," Angel fired back at Taylor, taking a step towards her. "I'm only into women, not loud-mouthed little girls that don't know when to shut up."

She lifted her own hand, stepping closer to meet Taylor's own, briefly rolling her eyes again. "Squeaky clean." She leaned in and raised her other hand towards Taylor, wiggling her fingers towards the blonde. "Think you can do it without talking my ears off?"

"Its not your ears I'm after..."

Taylor suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Angel's hands, taking a deep powerful stance with her legs apart as she shoved against the Latina and tried to bend her wrists back. She was eager to see how she stacked up against the champ in every category.

She threw her shoulder forward to shove Angel back enough to take a small step closer, intent on either plowing her to the corner or bending her over backwards.