SS 15 Hardcore Title Match: Brittany Luvve (C) Vs. Adrian Kytes

Brittany's head was still throbbing in pain from Adrian's elbow but watching Adrian fall to the mat brought a smile to Adrian's lips. "You think that was enough to take me out? The last few elbows i took to the head had metal elbow pads on them." Brittany said as she slowly got to one knee.

Brittany would try to make it too her feet before Adrian did so she could move closer to her opponent and kick her right in the face. "If you think that cup is going to stop me from wrecking every inch of your body. You had better think again." Brittany would say as she approached Adrian.

"Keh..." Adrian grunted as she tried to pick herself up off the ground after a fairly embarrassing fall, she really had to stop doing that every time she got the slightest edge. "No... no I didn't..." She growled as she got up to one knee just in time to see Brittany charging at her with intents to send her to the dentist straight after the emergency room with her boot.  

She had barely gotten on both feet before the champion's kick sent her head flying up and back, looking like she was going to flip straight back down on her back but she didn't. The brunette staggered back but didn't topple "What's stopping you wrecking me... is the fact that I'm just better." She panted, still standing and still smiling even after The Viper's kick.

Brittany was a little surprised by how Adrian reacted to the kick to the face. "You think you are better than me? HA, that is a joke." Brittany would say as she took a few steps away from Adrian to retrieve a smaller version of her weapon from earlier. "I am going to enjoy taking you apart piece by fucking piece." Brittany would say as she would run at Adrian and swing her new weapon towards Adrian's head.

Adrian was still adjusting her jaw back into it's normal position when Brittany came straight back at her, new weapon in hand. Smaller this time, like a short length of pipe with a bite to it, and straight at her head just in time for the Brunette to get her arms up in time. The edges of the weapon dug in to her palms as she caught the club mid-swing, forcing her and the champion into an impromptu test of strength over the weapon.

The blonde had the edge, Adrian was never known for being the strongest of wrestlers and she was having to grab the weapon by the business end instead of Brittany who had a firm grip on the handle, but the former cosplayer stood her ground, struggling to keep the weapon away.

Brittany thought her attack had worked when she swung her weapon towards Adrian's face. However, Brittany had to admit that Adrian had some balls to catch the weapon like that and stand her ground. "I bet that hurts. I wonder how long you can keep this up." Brittany said as she pushed against Adrian trying to overpower her opponent so Brittany could use her weapon as it was meant to be used.

"Keh..." Adrian grunted as she struggled to stay upright against Brittany's strength, her knees buckling from the pressure. "...Hurts... like a bitch..." the brunette groaned as the wooden teeth started to cut into her palms, blood dripping down towards her wrists as the skin was cut away but still she held on "I can hold on ...long enough!" The cosplayer yelled out as she shot her leg out, trying to kick Brittany square in the gut.

It was a risk, she was already shaky enough from trying to stand up under the pressure, if this didn't take the wind out of Brittany's sails it was going to end very badly for her.

Brittany had a smile on her face as she pressured Adrian to the mat with her weapon. "Your time is up." Brittany said as she thought that Adrian was doomed. However, Brittany was not ready for Adrian to kick her foot forward into Brittany's stomach. Brittany stumbled backwards holding her stomach as she dropped her weapon to the ground at Adrian's feet. "You fucking bitch!" Brittany growled out as she dropped down ot one knee.

Adrian made a noise halfway between a sigh of relief and a hiss of pain as Brittany stumbled away from her, the pressure from the test of strength fading only to be replaced by the sting of her bloodied palms. Still, the brief reprieve had given her an opportunity to turn the tide back in her favour, picking up the discarded edged club while trying to ignore the pain as she stood alongside the blonde, holding the weapon across the champion's chest as the cosplayer tangled her own leg with hers and threw herself back, using the aztec replica to pull the Viper back into a Russian leg sweep, the edge of the club pressing just above Brittany's chest.

She was bringing 90's Philly to Ancient Mexico, one of the first weapon-move variations she saw: The White Russian Leg Sweep.

Brittany was still recovering when Adrian made her move. Brittany was soon taken down to the mat as she screamed in pain as the pointed edges of Adrian's weapon bite into Brittany's skin drawing blood. "God damn it that hurts." Brittany would say as she would roll onto her stomach to cover her chest to avoid letting Adrian attack her some more. "I am going to fucking kill you for that."

The crowd winced as Adrian's attack drew blood from the hardcore champion, not a lot, but that redness on the Viper's chest wasn't just a scratch. Or maybe it was, scratches bled from time to time didn't they? Either way Adrian was fully content to just drop the club and let her bloodied hands rest for a while, spots of crimson forming on the mat as she stared up in to the lights.

Okay... she said to herself, trying to gather her thoughts. The cosplayer had tanked a surprising amount of punishment to get that off. Her legs ached from the pressure of trying to stay upright in the test of strength, her jaw still twinged from Brittany's boot and the pain in her hands was well documented at this point. She hadn't hurt them this badly since... that one match... "Heh..." she began to chuckle, rolling away from Brittany, although flopping back on to her back, her chest shivering as she started to break out into a full bodied, frenzied laugh. "ahahaHAHAHAHA!"She cackled, raising her own palms in front of her eyes. The original scar that had dated back to 2011 were hidden under the mess of shredded skin, possibly lost forever, the memoir of one of her greatest failures was gone, a weight felt like it had been lifted off of her shoulders.

But all good things must come to an end, and Adrian couldn't just lie there and laugh for the rest of the match, she had a title to win dammit! It was going to hurt, but she needed to be up this instant. Pressing her bloody hands against the mat, she rolled back onto her shoulders, curling herself up before springing up, landing on her feet and pulling herself upright with a look of determination on her face.