Last Woman Standing: Adrian vs Natasha Grudge Match

Adrian wanted to run right now, the woman who had crippled her when she was only after a simple win was now out for blood. The sensible thing was to run for the hills and if she followed, lie in wait for her at a later point, get at her that way. Sucker her into a trap. But if just pulling her in like that was all she wanted out of this, why'd she even bother with the match in the first place? She wasn't out here just for revenge, she was also looking to make a statement. To make the point that the RnD department didn't put her highly in the rankings for no reason. She was going to beat Natasha and leave her with no excuse.

"Make me." She retorted, standing her ground and even getting a smirk on her face as she stared down Natasha. She got the distinct feeling that the next minute or two was going to suck, hard, but she had come too far to back down. Even if Natasha wasn't going to be making the same mistakes she had earlier on in the match, Adrian was still determined to find a way to beat her, even if she recovered really quickly from the choke hold. Getting ready she tried to dodge her way through Natasha's barrage of punches, even as she was clearly mad as all hell, everything the French woman did still had ludicrous precision behind it, forcing Adrian to bring her arms up for a guard to block which was just what Natasha was looking for.

"K.... your knee strikes are still really fast and strong Natasha," Adrian wheezed, as she was grabbed, still doubled over "I guess all that hip exercise you get with Heather actually helps." the former cosplayer continued to taunt as the French Woman continued her warpath, sending the cosplayer flying into the announce table with a satisfying clatter as her gut smashed into the edge but her momentum carried the brunette up and over, falling off the other side into a pile of the two chairs that had recently been evicted, and whatever junk was on the table. "...did someone order take out?" she thought out loud, woozy from the events as she thought she had hit a foil container on her way over, reaching up to peer back over the desk.

There had been very few moments in her rather blessed life that Natasha had been brought to the point where she simply couldn't hold back her anger any longer and flew into a rage, such occurrences able to be counted on a single hand. Even though she had wanted to a few times before in the AFW she had always either calmed herself down or been pulled back from the edge by someone close to her, but out here there was no one to talk Natasha down and Adrian, as skilled as she was at bringing out the worst in people, had said all the wrong things.

If she had stopped to think for a moment she might have concluded that that was exactly what Adrian had wanted, that it was unwise to go along with whatever plan the girl might had, but she was so very tired of hearing that she didn't belong that Natasha just wanted to prove them all wrong, and it seemed to her that pain was all people like Adrian would understand. "Everyone wants me to turn heel, to act just like them, well guess what, for tonight only you get that wish." She practically growled at Adrian while her eyes, full of anger, stared unblinking into the face of the cosplayer.

Now in a genuine fit of rage Natasha held absolutely nothing back as she assaulted Adrian with a series of harsh strikes, the last of which saw Adrian being thrown not only into the announcer's table but clear over it as well, the commentators at ring side vacating their chairs in a hurry as otherwise the cosplayer would have landed right in their laps. "Don't bring Heather into this." Natasha would say as she walked over towards Adrian, "and they're strong because I practiced them for over a decade!" Her words turned into a shout the moment she saw Adrian peek over the table, moving quickly to walk around the table to reengage Adrian with a kick to the girl's ankle followed by a spinning elbow aimed for Adrian's face.

Even as she pulled herself up from the wreckage of what was her crash over the announce table, Adrian still found the energy as she leaned against the barricade to roll her eyes back at Natasha's declarations. "Ya, because it's all about you isn't it?" she coughed out, pulling herself upright as the French woman made her way around the table. Was this what it felt like? To have someone's emotions in the palm of your hand? She'd manipulated the crowd into being mad, but her opponent? This was a whole new level of power to be felt. Even as she was getting beaten down, the smile could not be wiped off her face despite Natasha's best efforts. Now she could see why Taylor went out of her way to get under other people's skin, it felt good to really make someone mad, especially someone normally so calm and collected as her current opponent.

"Pro-tip. I don't really care what you turn out to be after this, other than a lose-Ahh!" Adrian yelped as her ankle got smashed in by Natasha's kick, maybe there was something to dancing improving a person's leg strength, she'd have to look into that after she was done. "Good girl bad girl, it doesn't really make that much difference so I'm going to let you in on a little secret: I'm not pissing you off to make you more like me..." she said, bringing her arms up to take the spinning elbow shot, even if it did knock her back into the barricade.

"I'm pissing you off, because it's fun" Adrian whispered, before sending her head forward to crash into Natasha's skull. She could be mad all she wants, in fact: the more mad the better, Adrian wasn't going to stop for a mood change, and neither should the French woman expect her to be cowed by this new found aggressiveness. She'd learnt too many times what hesitating against an enraged opponent was good for.

"Pro tip? Like you're in any position to give those out!" Natasha shouted back at the girl after delivering a hard shot to her ankle, following that up with a quick spinning elbow which Adrian had the nerve to block, though she found some solace in the fact that it had sent the woman smashing back into the barricade behind her. The french woman initially wasn't sure what to make of Adrian's reaction, or lack thereof, to her new found aggression, but after a few moments she decided she didn't care in the slightest what the girl thought of her, in the end she was going to win this match and invalidate everything negative Adrian had ever said of her.

Stepping towards the woman Natasha reached out with her right hand to grab her by the hair, only to have the cosplayer take her by surprise with an unexpected headbutt. It wasn't often headbutts were used against the french woman but when they were they never truly had any impact upon her thanks to her martial arts background, but with Adrian she was actually sent reeling, which led to the shocked look on her face.

Biting her tongue in the process Natasha stumbled back a step, shaking her head a few times before her eyes locked themselves back onto Adrian. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, maybe after I beat you this time you won't hold a grudge for half a year." She grumbled before going right back on the offensive, lunging forward to then shoot her hand upward with an intended chop right to Adrian's throat.

"Well since I'm going to be the one who wins, what would I need to hold a grudge over?" Adrian asked in the smuggest tone of voice available to someone who just got battered around by Natasha, even that headbutt took a bit out of her as she was forced to put one hand on the barricade behind her for a bit of support, leaving her wide open for Natasha's devastating retort. "HAKKKK!" She coughed out as her throat was attacked, forcing the former cosplayer down to the ground in a coughing fit, her surprisingly joyous mood crashed in an instant as she desperately tried to get some air back in her lungs.

Natasha had to choke back the retort that came to mind after she had been forced to listen to yet another smug comment from Adrian, biting down upon her lower lip to stop herself from turning their match into one long shouting match. However that wouldn't keep Adrian from running her mouth even more but Natasha had a solution for that, driving the side of her hand into the woman's throat to send her collapsing onto the floor frantically gasping for air.

"Lost for words Adrian?" Natasha said without any trace of emotion in her voice as she began to look around for something to give Adrian, a faint grin appearing on her lips when she noticed the commentator's lunch sitting on top of the announce table, grabbing the sandwich and after a momentary pause Natasha threw it into Adrian's face before quickly turning around and heading back towards the ring. On the way she would stop at ringside, lifting up the apron and retrieving a kendo stick which she held in her hands while glancing back over her shoulder at Adrian.

Adrian wheezed out a dry laugh as she struggled back up to her knees, still coughing up a storm while flipping Natasha the bird. No words, but still a gesture, a petty one at that, but this match was nothing if not petty about things. Especially with Natasha throwing food into the former cosplayers face.

Slightly grossed out by whatever was in that sandwich she rose from behind the desk, wiping it off to see the French woman doing something that she really wouldn't have expected. Yes it was no disqualifications but she hadn't really thought that she'd pissed her off to the point where she want to beat her into submission with a kendo stick, but on the other hand it was quite a relief. Adrian had wanted for weeks to smash something over Natasha's head, and with her going for a weapon no-one could begrudge her for doing the same in kind. Picking up and folding up one of the announcer's chairs, she quickly wondered who had the advantage with weapons? Neither of them had that good of a record when weapons got involved, Adrian's past attempts at capturing titles and Natasha's ladder match losses, but Adrian knew how to use a chair, and it wasn't as though she had to hold back with it like against Cecilia or in matches where she could get DQ'd... although knowing Natasha the super-special-awesome martial arts cheat codes for rich bastards probably included kendo lessons so... who knew?

It was strange at first to hold a weapon in her hands while she was in a match for Natasha rarely used them, having had only a couple of ladder matches and a tables match in her AFW career and even back on the indy circuit she had stayed away from weapon matches. But this was a match where anything and everything was legal and knowing Adrian weapons were no doubt going to become involved at some point despite the fair fighter act that the former cosplayer was putting on for everyone, so why shouldn't she beat the woman to the punch and go for one first?

She wasn't sure how well Adrian could use weapons but she had her suspicions that the girl knew her way around them, so she had chosen a weapon she felt most confident with to give herself the best chance. Holding the kendo stuck in her hands her first thought was how strange it felt to hold, she was no stranger to swords but being from France her training had included fencing classes, an entirely different beast from the weapon she currently had, but she had taken it over a chair as it was longer and with a better reach she thought it would give her the best shot.

"Any more jokes Adrian?" Natasha said coldly before raising the kendo stick in front of her, staring the woman down for a few seconds before she would quickly close the distance between them with a few long strides, swinging the kendo stick towards the left side of Adrian.

"What do you want from me?" Adrian asked back, thinking of how she could use her chair to her advantage "I can't just go 'you're a slut' for the next 15 minutes non-stop, even the truth gets old after a while." She snarked, unable to resist taking the potshot at Natasha.

Chair vs Kendo Stick was rarely kind to the person with the chair, the extended range and the faster swing (smaller surface, less drag) of the kendo stick were huge advantages, especially to someone as fast as Natasha, adding to that a chair could be knocked into someone's face so despite it's versatility, it probably wasn't the best decision to use it. But there was one way it was superior to the kendo stick at this range.

"THINK F-ARGH!" Adrian tried to shout out but Natasha had closed the distance a lot faster, causing the kendo stick to smash right in her ribs, fortunatley, her counter was already on its way, Adrian opting to throw the chair in the French woman's face instead of trying to swing it.

"Oh I'm sure you could Adrian, but I guess you're bored of the same old insult." Natasha said coldly and while never taking her eyes off of the former cosplayer and the chair she held in her hands, shooting the woman a glare that would have struck her dead if looks had such power. She didn't want to draw this exchange of theirs out into some sort of stalemate, each threatening the other with their chosen weapon but never actually doing anything with it, so Natasha decided to make the first move and force their confrontation by rushing in swinging for her ribs.

She felt a deep feeling of satisfaction upon hearing the sickening crack of the kendo stick against Adrian's flesh, but she wouldn't have any time to savor the moment as Adrian like usual found a way to ruin it for her. The thrown chair came as a surprise to Natasha, one never threw their only weapon after all, but the unorthodox move worked as Natasha took the chair directly to her face.

She would stumble backwards until she was leaning with her back up against the side of the ring, still holding the kendo stick in one hand down at her side while she used her other hand to rub her nose, feeling unwanted tears coming to her eyes even as she came to suspect her nose might be broken for when she pulled her hand away she could see a few drops of blood.