Friction World title Match. Brittany vs Odessa.

Odessa had plenty of experience fighting with her fists. She did, after all, come from a hardcore wrestling background, and was one of the top contenders for the hardcore title just over a year ago. She was not going to let this obnoxious little girl assert any sort of dominance over her with her fists. Odessa had taken on Cecilia Northman and won. She had taken on Karina Rine and won. Those wild women ate girls like Brittany for breakfast, title or no title.

Odessa's punch obviously rattled Brittany, but the champion came at her again, throwing a punch into Odessa's gut. The Briton would flex her abs and absorb the blow, but she still winced as she felt the blow bash against the muscles of her midsection. Undeterred from her own efforts to batter Brittany, Odessa would throw another punch, this one aimed for Brittany's solar plexus! Odessa would try to curve her fist up into that vulnerable spot on her foe's body, hoping that she could put her down on the canvas!

Brittany wanted to do nothing more right now than to beat Odessa into a bloody pulp but Odessa seemed to know her way around a fist fight. Brittany was about to throw another punch at Odessa when Odessa's fist buried itself in her stomach. Brittany fell down to one knee while holding her stomach and trying not to cough. "Fuck you." Brittany would groan out before reaching out to grab at Odessa's ankle to try and pull Odessa off of her feet. "I will not be made a fool of."

Brittany obviously fancied herself a brawler and a fistfighter, but after another punch to her stomach, this one bashing in the lower part of her midsection the same way the first had drilled into her solar plexus, she was the one who dropped down to one knee, groaning and coughing in reaction to the powerful blow which her poor tummy sustained. As she dropped, still cursing and swearing that she was going to get Odessa back, the Briton would scoff. Brittany had tried all she could to win, and so far it had all been for naught. It was clear that she would not be champion for very much longer.

"You've done that yourself," Odessa would say, as Brittany loudly declared that she would not be made a fool. It was, of course, completely true, as if Brittany was an honorable and respectable champion, then Odessa would never think less of her no matter how long the match lasted, or how much of a fight she put up. But, if she was going to act like a spoiled brat, Odessa would treat her as such.

Brittany, despite being floored, was not out of the fight, as she grabbed onto Odessa's ankle and pulled on it. Odessa would throw her arms out and hop on one foot, keeping herself aloft for a few more seconds, but, ultimately, she realized that she was only more vulnerable this way. She would go down to the canvas, but would try to do damage as she did, using her free leg to throw a kick at Brittany's face!

Brittany was glad she managed to get Odessa off balance by grabbing her ankle as Brittany wanted to show this bitch just why you don't mess with the champion. However, As Odessa fell Brittany saw Odessa's other leg swinging towards her face. Brittany managed to roll to the side just in time for Odessa's leg to slam into Brittany's shoulder instead of her face.

The kick still hurt a lot but thankfully Brittany managed to avoid the worst of it. Brittany would roll away from Odessa to try and recover a little. "Is that the best you can do?" Brittany would say as she would try to act tough even though Brittany was hurting pretty bad after that recent beating from Odessa.

The back and forth slugfest had the people of Tokyo on their feet as they watched the Champion and the Challenger go at it, back and forth. Hardly anyone would notice a thing outside the ring, be it Karisma, Mercy, the ring announcers. Even as a lone blonde, clad in patriotic ring gear who ran down the ramp at full speed after staking out in the back for long enough. This woman who hated Brittany. could take it no longer. She sprinted down the ramp with  a steel chair in hand, eyes full of vengeful hated.

The crowd wouldn't notice Kelly Conway until she slid into the ring behind Brittany, steel chair in hand. The crowd began to roar and cry as they saw Kelly stand up with the steel chair in hand before she raised it high. Her eyes filled with hatred as she swung her steel chair towards the back of one of her most hated enemies, right in front of the eyes of Odessa Brock.

The vengeful Kelly Conway had arrived.

Odessa's kick did not find its intended target. A kick to the face now might have put an end to this evening gown match, or at least dizzied Brittany enough that Odessa could have her way with the champion. But despite the fact that she had been in control for the last few minutes, Odessa did not feel like she was all too close to forcing a surrender out of Brittany, let alone knocking her unconscious. As the girl picked herself up, she continued to yell at Odessa, expending plenty of energy. Odessa felt her whole body starting to ache. But she knew there was plenty of match to go.

There should have been plenty of match to go, anyway.

Odessa knew who Kelly Conway was, though the two of them had never actually been acquainted. As she understood it, Kelly was a brat of a similar stripe as Brittany, but for whatever reason—probably because they both cherished the world title—the two of them did not get along. Odessa had only ever had idle thoughts of Kelly Conway, who was an intriguing little oddity far from the ebony beauty's normal wing of the AFW lineup. She had never considered what she might do if she met the girl. She had never believed that she would see Kelly then, with a big, metal chair in hand as she climbed into the ring behind Brittany and brought the chair down on her right in the middle of the match.

Odessa, immediately, would let out an incredulous, wordless exclamation. Her mouth hung open slightly at the audacity of the act. Even if Brittany was getting on her nerves, this Conway brat was interfering with the match, violating the sanctity of the ring for what was surely a petty, inane reason! "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Odessa would yell at Kelly, with the stern, scolding tone of voice of a matron chastising one of her young charges, as she took a step forward and jabbed a finger in the air in the direction of the small blonde intruder.

Brittany was getting extremely angry with Odessa as Odessa was proving to be quite the challenge for the champion. Brittany was about to attack Odessa again when she noticed the change in the crowds yelling. Before Brittany could do anything Kelly's steel chair slammed into Brittany's back. Brittany immediately fell to the mat in pain.

Brittany could only hold her back in pain as she writhed on the mat as she lay beneath Kelly. Brittany couldn't even look at Kelly as all Brittany could do was look up to see Odessa chastising someone.

"NOT PRETTY ENOUGH, AM I!?!? THINK YOU CAN DENY ME!?!" Kelly screeched down at Brittany with a furiously demented and crazed look in her eyes before she looked up at Odessa, gritting her teeth tightly as she seethed with fury.

Quickly, she lifted her head to look at Odessa as the woman scolded her and the angry Kelly didnt want any of it. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" She screeched as the bell was rang by the referee to call of the match! The entire crowd booing Conway furiously! The main event was ruined!

Odessa was genuinely speechless as the little blonde girl began to screech, yelling at Brittany and at Odessa as if she was a mental patient freshly loosed from the asylum, one with a serious disorder that only a trained medical professional or a close family member could hope to soothe. The shock of this sudden interruption and violent outburst left the Briton, standing their in her disheveled evening gown, at a total loss. She had watched Kelly's matches on several occasions and had come to the conclusion that the girl was a spoiled brat, someone who would do anything to get her way and who would always believe that she deserved every last little thing she desired. She had not thought of her as someone unhinged in this manner. Something like this was not a result merely of rejection by Brittany.

"Huuh..." Odessa would breathe, trying to think of something to say. She was truly at a loss. The match, her title match, was ruined, and with it her chance at the Friction title. While she would perhaps be credited with a win, or at the very least would avoid an embarrassing loss, she could not win the belt, and who knew when her next chance may be? As annoying as Brittany had been, Odessa preferred to deal with her in the ring than to try to talk down this obviously unwell girl.

On that note...should she be trying to aid Brittany? As little as Odessa thought of the champion, the woman was still in danger if Kelly seemed to be as willing to do harm as she appeared. Slowly, Odessa would take a step forward, keeping her hands up as she would try to approach the blonde and the fallen, ambushed Brittany.

Brittany was still laying on the mat in pain as Odessa and Kelly had their standoff. Brittany would roll over to see Kelly standing above her with the chair. "You fucking bitch!" Brittany said as she reverted back to her old angry self for a second. Brittany wanted to get up and beat the crap out of Kelly but Brittany couldn't find the strength.

Brittany then noticed Odessa step closer to her. Brittany didn't know what was about to happen but she doubted it would be good for her health.