Entropy Title Match Triple Threat! Taylor vs. Adrian vs. Lia

Taylor slapped the mat and threw herself back to her feet, ready to continue her assault on Lia, but the bunny girl was up first. She groaned inwardly. Was she actually slowing down that much already? She had to get her head together.

She reacted quickly enough, if a little sloppily, and quickly backed away from Lia, narrowly avoiding her kick. On the way, she lost her balance and fell into a backward roll and came up to her feet just in time to have the ropes stop her. She kept her hands up and her eyes on Lia, although at that point Adrian could've been anywhere. Adrian's absence was probably more troubling than her presence.

Lia grimaced at Taylor, clutching her arm. Taylor had stumbled. This was Lia's chance to press the offensive. Taylor did not let up, and Lia could not afford to let her have even a moment to recover. Taylor could end a fight that fast. Shaking a last jolt of tingling pain out of her arms, Lia moved in, trying again to grab Taylor by the arms, only this time, seeking to Irish Whip her to the opposite end of the ring. Planting her feet, Lia cocked her arm and sought to meet Taylor with a clothesline as she made her return.

Taylor had to move her feet quickly just to get them to keep up with her body as Lia slung her into the ropes. She didn't have time to stop herself, but she rebounded off the far ropes wary of what she'd run into on the way back.

There was Lia, ready to clothesline her to death. Fortunately for Taylor, Lia hadn't closed the distance at all and was still standing on the other side of the ring, which gave Taylor enough time to see the clothesline coming and do something about it. She ducked under Lia's arm and kept running, then jumped up to the second rope and springboarded off, turning in mid air and flying back at Lia in a cross body block.

Lia's clothesline hit nothing but air. Uh oh... Taylor passed her and she turned around to see the punkette flying through the air at her. Oh crap.

Taylor slammed into Lia, bringing her to the mat and knocking the wind out of her to the cheers of the crowd. Lia sputtered, trying to catch her breath. The struggle was kinda fun. This? Not so much.

Taylor used the rebound off the mat to bounce back to her feet and immediately she moved to stand over Lia's head. She bent to grab her by the ears, by her human ears, and pulled, forcing Lia to stand up while keeping her bent uncomfortably backward and off balance. Then she dropped to one knee and yanked Lia down to plant her across her outstretched knee. From her position behind her, her knee ran behind Lia's head and would find a home between her shoulder blades.

The whole match was messy. It was Taylor's first time in a three way match, and it was working about how she figured it would. Adrian's absense was driving her insane, but any time used to work Lia over would pay off. And it felt good.

Throughout the exchange, there was still one factor that had been missing from the match. Adrian had been conspicously absent despite how clean of a fall she managed to get after Taylor dumped her up over the top. Her mind a malestrom of emotions as she looked up at Taylor and Lia Cross, her hands balling into fists again. It felt soo good to unload like that on Taylor, but it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed to vent more, she needed to see Taylor... like Taylor saw her. Pathetic, just writhing around, unable to do anything. A glimmer of metal in the corner of her eye, and she knew what to do.

She crept into the ring, hiding something from the competitors and the referee, before she silently stalked Taylor, the referee looking up briefly as she tried to keep her eyes locked on Lia cross in the event of a tap out. Adrian made sure it wouldn't happen. The crowd could see what the crazed cosplayer was up to and they didn't like it one bit. Pulling the chair from behind her back she swung out to smash in Taylor's head, then to crush the referee who tried to stop her, and one to Lia for good measure.

"I remembered something... I don't care about this match, I just want to shut you up." She hissed before swinging down onto Taylor's head again

Taylor dumped Lia to the side and stood up. She thought about going for a pin, with Adrian gone it could be an easy win, but Lia was nowhere near softened up enough. She had to keep on her, but... she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

She spun around in time to see Adrian, back in the ring, swinging a chair. It slammed into Taylor's head with a metallic smack and sent her down to the mat, writhing and holding her forehead with both hands. Her head was swimming, she was taken completely off guard and could barely tell which way was up let along defend herself against the second shot. Her writhing slowed a little when the chair smacked against the back of her head, and for a second she lost consciousness, but whether her mind was in it with her or not she couldn't stop fighting.

She crawled toward where she thought Adrian was and pawed out to try to grab a leg while covering her head with one hand.

Adrian's smile was wide as could be as she went on her little rampage, no referee to even call for the bell so she wouldn't haven't to deal with that little annoyance. Just her standing tall, chair in hand. She was on top of the world before she felt a slight tug at her leg, and her brief world view came crashing down. Taylor was still willing to fight. Adrian had a weapon, the champ was pretty much out of it, she could end it all here. A few more swings and it'll all be over, no more having to hear her badmouth her friends, one less person bellitlling her and a decisive message to all those remaining who still wanted to look down on her... but she faltered.

The chair held above her head, ready to swing down and finish Taylor off but she didn't swing, something about the whole scene sent shivers up her spine, it was all too familiar, she'd been the one crawling still trying to fight. Instead of swinging down she cast the weapon aside, trying to kick Taylor off her lightly before walking straight out of the ring and up the ramp "...Now we're even." She said as she bailed, walking up the ramp. It would probably go on record as a DQ loss for her, a blemish on her unbeaten streak but the cosplayer didn't care. She needed some distance, she needed to be alone for a while, What the fuck am I gonna do?

Taylor's hands slipped easily off of Adrian's leg, and she was too dazed to do anything about it. Mercifully Adrian backed off, and while a part of Taylor was relieved, another part of her hated herself for wanting Adrian to leave her alone.

She picked up her head and looked over to see the ref sprawled out in a similar state. She put a hand to her aching forehead and found that she was bleeding, probably from the first chair shot. Whatever, it didn't matter now. The match was over. They couldn't have a three-way match with two people.

There was still the chance that Lia would go after Taylor, but she doubted it. She'd probably slink away too, and she didn't care, anyway. Taylor was still there, albeit on her back. Words came to mind that she wanted to say to Adrian, like "coward", and maybe "psycho", but... What did it matter. The whole arena just saw for themselves that Adrian was both of those things.

Taylor rolled onto her back and stared up at the lights for a moment. It wouldn't do to stay down there. Slowly and laboriously she began to pull herself up on shaky legs. She took a deep breath and raised a fist to the crowd, and they responded by cheering. It was like they didn't even care she just got her ass beat, they just wanted someone who was willing to fight. So did Taylor.