Taylor vs Kytes round 3: "The match makening"

Adrian was in a bad mood as she stormed her way up to the office of the AWF commissioner to demand a certain match with a certain someone. She may not have been there long enough to gather the influence to make such demands of Lukretia but damn it all! She wanted someone to get beaten up by her hands and she needed to make it official. She was better than Taylor.

She just wished Taylor wasn't probably having the same exact thoughts.

"Quit following me." the cosplayer grunted as she tried to elbow her blue haired rival out of the way so she'd walk through the office to place the request first.

Taylor hurried along with Adrian on unsteady legs. She was determined to get to Lukretia and demand the match first so that no one would think that she was afraid to fight the costumed pile of puke next to her.

She stumbled from Adrian's elbow, almost crashing into the wall in the process. Probably her next stop after Lukretia's office was going to be the infirmary, if there was anyone still there. If she even made it there. Head injuries sucked.

"I'm not following you. How 'bout you go somewhere else and stop trying to butt in on my business. Why would Lukretia even see you? You're nobody." Not that Taylor was somebody, really. That wasn't a claim she could realistically make. "How about while we're walking we can have a friendly chat about how you hired someone to sneak up and try to kill me, and how I would never ever have done that to you regardless of how dead I wished you were."

Adrian's cheeks flared up red at her rival's accusations of attempted murder. "Hey! I never wanted you dead, just taken down a notch or five for bullying me, not my fault Natalia gets a bit over enthusiastic when it comes to jumping people, and I would have called the whole thing off if you hadn't been so hormonal and stormed off before I had the chance to." She complained as pain shot through her body, both from when Akashi had slammed her into a locker meant to hold Taylor hard enough for it to make a cosplayer shaped dent in and from when she had been on the receiving end of a Natalia beatdown. Sure the two co-conspirators were friends now but that still didn't mean that she had completely forgotten about being choked out with a power cord.

"And I didn't hire her! She's my friend." She said rising to the small accusation as she continued onto the office, making her way to the lift. great, she thought gonna be stuck with her for the ride. she grimly realized, fully expecting Taylor to smash her head in a wall at any second. "You know, friends. Like your one who turned me into a lawn dart. Friends who do mean things to people that their friends don't like, whether you want them to or not."

Taylor grumbled. She narrowed her eyes at the elevator while she considered it's implications. "You're taking the next one." She slurred a little. She shook her head. "I don't need you trying to finish the job while I'm stuck in there."

She lunged ahead of Adrian as they reached the elevator, slapping the 'Up' button and leaning heavily against the wall while she waited. "Or you could take the stairs. You could probably use the workout. And the only reason why Akashi dropped you like that is because you were trying to kill her too. You talk like you're such a victim, but you're just as bad as any of the other murderous psychos running around here. A match is exactly what we need, so I can beat the shit out of you and show everyone that you're nothing but a coward and a chump. Maybe I'll even kick your girlfriend's ass next. The one from back there, I mean."

Bing!

The elevator doors slid open and Taylor shoved Adrian aside and rushed in, trying to block her from being able to get in. She was getting there first, dammit.

"For fucks sake I don't want or need to 'finish the job' in a freaking elevator." She groaned, exacerbated by having to spend much more time with her, pouting when she suggested that she take the stairs "well since you kind of ruined my workout, maybe I should!"

"And for the last time..." she grumbled, tiring of the murder accusations "I didn't want to kill anyone, least of all someone I hadn't even met in person before today, sure I really don't like you, but I don't want you dead! Ugh... one freaking thing I do gets out of hand and all of a sudden you get to play the freaking angel who didn't do anything wrong to anyone ever, and that everything I do is because I secretly want to breakdance on your grave. And you couldn't beat Natalia either!"

Deep down Adrian knew she should stop but the surface Adrian wanted to moan some more "You're way more of a coward than me, do you know why? Because you had time after time to apologize straight to me, no over doing it, no insulting me at the same time, you could have been the much bigger person and said sorry back when you had the chance. But you couldn't handle being in the wrong, could you? You knew all along that you fucked up and instead of being brave and admitting it non-sarcy or crazy, you fucked up and make a mess of everything! Yeah I fucked up, I know I did. I shouldn't have made the stupid revenge plan when i I thought the only reason you picked on me in the first place was because you felt that since you were the champs partner that gave you the right to push everyone else around because if they wanted to stand up to you they'd have to deal with Akashi. But don't freaking start thinking that you're completely innocent in this whole thing!" She yelled at Taylor as the elevator door binged open. Struggling to get in she instead decided on a second strategy "So screw you!" she shouted, mashing all the buttons between the floor they were on and the top floor with the office before sprinting off for the stairs.

"I TRIED!"

Taylor shrieked back at Adrian. She looked in horror at the mass of lit buttons in the elevator and tried to figure out how to cancel all of them and make the elevator go where she wanted it to. She couldn't. She pushed buttons frantically, but when the doors began to close she dashed out of the elevator and after Adrian toward the stairs.

"You bitch!" She screamed. "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHOSE TAG PARTNER I AM! I don't care! You think whatever..." She huffed as she started climbing the stairs, pushing herself to try to catch up to Adrian. "Whatever makes me into the worst possible human being, so you feel... like it's okay... to be a total dick." She started using the railing to help pull herself up the flights of stairs. She looked up, Adrian was ahead of her, and she wasn't catching up. Hell.

"And you don't need... to TELL me that... I screw EVERYTHING up. Jesus." She shouted, losing some of her anger. "But I tried, honest to god I tried, and sor-ry if that wasn't GOOD ENOUGH for you, PRINCESS!"

Suddenly she felt... funny. She didn't feel so good. Her pace slowed down a little bit and one hand wandered from her forehead to her stomach and back. "Oh..." She groaned, still trying to push herself up the stairs despite the burn in her thighs and her lungs. "W-wait up..." She said, more quietly. She sat down on a step. She just had to sit for a second.

Adrian had a good lead on Taylor as the blue hair girl shouted up at her, the sound echoing throughout the stair well as she tried to push on ahead. Despite the growing sinking sensation as Taylor's voice grew weaker as she got further away.

But not just further away so it sounds quieter weaker, more weaker as in Taylor was really having a hard time keeping up with her.

[size=50:vmjbghu4]"W-wait up..." she barely heard over the sound of her own footsteps. She was about a floor or two up, she could take a break just to check that her arch enemy wasn't trying to get her to stop by asking nicely. "Uh... Taylor?" She gestured, she couldn't hear any footsteps so either Taylor had become a ninja or something was seriously wrong.

"Uh... Taylor, you okay?" She asked carefully, gingerly taking a few steps down just to see what was going on, dully prepared to sprint back up in case it was a trap. "I mean, not because I give a damn it's just I want to beat you at your best so you don't have any excuses to keep bugging me about."

"Kay... thanks..." Taylor called as loudly as she could, which wasn't terribly loud. "This isn't quite my best. I don't feel so good... I think... I think..."

She reached up for the railing and pulled herself upright. The effort of standing and the change in elevation was enough to angry up the existing swirling sick feeling she had. She breathed heavily, a feeling of dread washed over her, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. She leaned over the railed and puked all the way back down to the ground floor. The sound of it spattering against the floor and the walls down there was enough to make her want to do it again. Lucky her, that wasn't in the cards.

She flopped back down against the stairs on her stomach. The position would've been horrifically uncomfortable were she not totally preoccupied with the hazy, fuzzy feeling in her head. She did feel a little bit of relief after puking, but then she just felt weaker. Her hands quivered as she pulled her head through the slats of the railing and spit and spluttered over the side to clear the awful taste out of her mouth.

"I hope you're happy." She said, dejected. There was no use in trying to beat Adrian. She had lost. Again. Still, she wasn't going to give up. She started to crawl on her hands and knees up the stairs. She had no idea how many more floors it was, but she didn't care. She just had to get into the rhythm, one stair at a time, and figure out how to put her legs down without the edges of each step skinning her knees.

"Better run, you... you... brat."

The sickening sound of someone... well... being sick made Adrian instinctively cover her mouth as to try and stop herself from following suit and further making the life of people below and the cleaners hell, now she couldn't stop feeling bad herself.

In her mind she hadn't won anything, all she'd done was proven what an asshole she could be and how bad she was at organizing backstage ambushes. Taylor was right, she had tried to apologize several times to her, and even if she couldn't get it at the time, she finally knew that the blue haired girl actually meant it. Damn it she thought to herself dejectedly She really was trying to be the angel in this. Stupid plan, stupid choking out, stupid mixed messages, "stupid... me." she said out loud, eyes cast down as she was caught between just walking away from Taylor, get a match for sometime after she'd recovered and end it all then, or risk getting thrown down the stairwell into a puke smelling death if she was faking it.

The smell told the cosplayer that Taylor really wasn't.

"What do I have to run from?" She said, walking down the steps slowly to meet her at some point "you couldn't beat me up or push me aside or do anything, now."

"Besides, someone just puked and nearly passed out again because I'm being an asshat, why the fuck should anyone be happy about that?"

"You would be." Taylor spat, crawling her way up one stair at a time. "You got what you wanted, here I am down a peg or two, but god help you when I make it up there."

She felt horrible. Physically. Her head throbbed, she felt dizzy, she felt sick to her stomach. It was a forgone conclusion that she'd incurred some manner of concussion. She wished she could remember what had happened. It was all very hazy.

"Oh..." She lifted her head. She could see Adrian stopped up above her. How much farther was it? "Look, if you want to get all down on yourself about being a horrible person, you can make up for it a little by helping me get up there. I don't know if I'll get up there... on my own."

The irony of asking her nemesis for help wasn't lost on Taylor. But given the alternative of eventually starving to death in the stairwell, it could've been much worse. Maybe she'd even get over her psycho-bitch tenancies soon, with Taylor on her death bed. That would in no way curb Taylor's plans to kick her ass in a match, though. This had to be settled the right way.