Taylor vs Kytes I Quit match

The mist did it's trick once more, the most reliable weapon in the cosplayer's arsenal had come up trumps and now their hair colours matched.

Also Taylor rolled off her in pain and anger allowing her to get up, that was good too.

Adrian knew that the trick wouldn't buy her all the time in the world so she had to act fast. Standing up she took a quick run and jumped, aiming to slam both feet onto Taylor's back "100 points, bitch!" she'd shout in the process.

"Ungh!"

Taylor's back sagged under the weight of Adrian's stomp. Arching, she rolled over to face up, grimacing in pain. As long as she couldn't see, there was nothing much she could do about Adrian making her look bad. She tried using her sleeve to wipe at her face, and when that didn't work she pulled up the hem of her very short shirt, exposing her bright blue bra in the process and giving the cameras more of a view than she ever wanted to.

With her face, her hair, her hands, her sleeves, and the front of her shirt all green, she was finally starting to clear the stuff away.

Adrian didn't care much about Taylor exposing any part of her, be it her bra or her panties, at this moment, grabbing her hand and jumping down aiming to drive her knees into the arm she worked on earlier, she just wanted her to suffer. "Now it's your turn to pay!" she shouted.

Taylor shrieked in pain as her arm was pounded by Adrian's knees. She couldn't help it. She writhed on the floor, in agony, her arm stuck again in the hands of her most hated rival.

Just shoot me now, she thought as her senses returned to her. "F-fuck you!" She huffed. "Get off, you cheating skank!" She tried tugging at her arm to free it and kicked with her legs to try to separate herself from Adrian. She didn't like the way this was going so far. It wasn't at all the way she saw it play out in her head. There was a lot more of Adrian making pained noises and Taylor raising her arms victoriously.

There was that shriek of pain again, feeding Adrian's desire to keep at it. To keep twisting that arm to see if it would pop out as she looked down at Taylor. She didn't know just what about her made her go to such sadistic extremes, normally there would be a lot more showboating, more exchanges like "You fight like a Dairy farmer - How appropriate: you fight like a cow!" None to be found here anymore.

Probably happened when you tried to kill me with your own fucking belt, bitch! She shouted mentally as she tried to stave of the barrage of kicks. Her boots smacking into her shoulder and back but it couldn't quite stop Adrian now, twisting Taylo'rs arm she tried to spin herself so her knees weren't pinning the blue haired rival's arm down but she hoped to spin herself into a cross armbar and out of range of Taylor's nasty and painful, not that she'd give Taylor the pleasure of letting her know that those kicks hurt, repeated boots.

"I'm not even thinking about letting you go, not until you apologize to Rebecca!" She shouted "I don't care if I have to drag your corpse, turn it into a freaking hand puppet and move your jaw in time to make you fucking say it but you will beg her to stop me!"

Taylor strained with the effort to free her arm. Then Adrian spun and laid back into her armbar, and the pain only got worse.

"OH COME ON!" She screeched. She pounded her fist against the floor our of frustration, and stifled the small pained noises that escaped her while she tried to figure a way out.

There was one thing Adrian missed, though. Taylor looked, and the thumb on her tortured arm was free, which let her rotate her arm. She walked her feet around her like a clock while she turned her body under her arm, attempting to escape the painful part of the hold. Though they'd still be connected at the wrist, hopefully it'd be with Taylor kneeling in front of Adrian, on her back.

"Hey.... what are you trying to do?" Adrian asked as Taylor stuck her thumb out, cranking on the hold a bit more to try and get her to stop whatever the blue haired menace was trying. And failed.

Taylor moved her body, twisting herself to get Adrian's leg over her shoulder and she was now free, kinda, the cosplayer still had a hold on her wrist, but she couldn't really twist or crank it or wrench it from this position, so scrambling to get to her knees so she'd be on equal footing with her rival she gave one last attempt to damage the arm, a swift elbow directed at her elbow.

For one triumphant moment, Taylor was free from Adrian's armbar and all the pain and suffering that came with it. Then Adrian's elbow slammed into the outside of hers, and suddenly all the pain was back.

"GaaAAah!" She wailed. She yanked her arm away and hugged it against her chest, clutching her hurt elbow, and reeled back. She turned away from Adrian, fell onto her back and rolled back to her knees where she lay doubled over, folded up with her head on her knees.

Shit. This wasn't going well at all. This was ridiculous. Quit crying about your goddamn arm, Taylor thought, and do something about it! For the moment, though, all she could manage to do was squeeze her eyes shut, clench her jaw and bear the pain until it lessened enough that she could think straight.

Once more, Adrian Kytes got to look on with a sinister smirk as her hated rival writhed on the floor in agony. Going back to an old strategy she learnt back in Philly (work the arm) had worked wonders and now the cosplayer thought was the perfect time to bring it to a close. Calling over the referee with a microphone in tow, she placed a foot on Taylor's back and asked her "Well, bitch: do you quit yet?" as the ref put a mic to Taylor's mouth.

Taylor started to get up, but Adrian's foot forced her back down.

"Well," She began slowly into the mic. "No. But it smells like your deodorant has." She'd be wittier when she was on top.

She shot a hand out to grab Adrian's mic-hand, pulled it in close, and sank her teeth into it. It wasn't the most impressive display of her fighting ability, but she was going to do everything in her power to make Adrian as unhappy as possible.