Last Woman Standing: Adrian vs Natasha Grudge Match

"Well how about you!.. Fuck Off! Huh!?" Adrian said as she pulled herself back up, unable to think of a proper well thought out retort. She swore she had something for this, but her mind was kind of blank on the one-liner front, especially as she had more important things to worry about. Like how to really put some hurt back on Natasha after getting her ass kicked for so long. "Okay, I think I got one." the cosplayer stated as she grabbed Natasha's legs, one either side of her as she lined her self up. "I didn't get to where I got fair and square, truth is no-one does. Everyone has an edge, you have rich parents who can bypass a lot of the problems that comes with trying to be a wrestler, people like Becks are born natural athletes who can pretty much do things that even the strongest normal guy would balk at, people like Cec get the best of both worlds. I got neither of those, but I had brains, I had smarts, I could out-think people, so I bent the rules, I figured out how to get away with shit even on the tightest run ships. It's not enough to just cheat your way to the top, if you can't get people to pay to see your ass get kicked, you'll just be kicked to the curb. So I act goofy, I mess around on the mic, but under all that, there's still an edge to me. I got snake eyes in the game of life, but at the end of it: I still made it, and I got much more reason to say I made it on my own then you ever will. You can win all the titles you want, get all the accolades, you're still not better than your teachers and your parents, the only thing you can take pride in that was all you is the fact you can suck 37 dicks in a row, that's why people call you a porn star, it's the only thing that's yours. Although it probably has to do with your plastic surgeon as well, so not all you. Me?" She asked, bending down to tell this straight to Natasha's face.

"I started as the nerdy kid who got her ass kicked and I made myself into this!" She yelled, before falling backwards with a grip on Natasha's ankles, hoping to send her flying up and slingshot her into the steel ringpost face first. "It wasn't all myself, part of it was friends, Becks, Cec, the guy who knew how to get the mist stuff, but from what I had to work with compared to you, who's made the most of it?"

Natasha hadn't been prepared for the sudden take down and it showed in how she had taken the move, failing to bring her hands to up to guard her head from striking against the floor and thus taking more damage to her face than she should have. It was a stupid and careless mistake but not one she had time to dwell on as she knew somewhere in her dazed mind that she couldn't keep still, rolling herself over onto her back in a defensive move while she thought of what to do next. Adrian however was quicker getting up than she was, Natasha only realizing the woman was already on her feet when she felt her legs being lifted up into the air, Natasha squirming within the woman's grasp but unable to free herself.

As she laid there trapped Natasha had little choice but to listen to the rantings of Adrian, using that time to slowly come out of the fog she was currently in after all those hits to her head. As Adrian rambled on a lot of the negative impressions she had of the cosplayer came back to her mind, the woman couldn't seem to shut up about how she had risen up from nothing while others, such as Natasha, had things the easy way as their natural talents or money carried them to the AFW, Adrian trying hard to justify her cheating ways as her simply doing what she had to. Natasha was no fool, she knew her upbringing had been a gift very few ever received and it had helped prepare her for wrestling, but neither did she believe for one second that it defined her nor did she buy into Adrian having to cheat to get to where she was now, those were nothing but sorry excuses Adrian clung to to make herself feel better about who she was and how she had gotten there.

She hadn't tried to interrupt Adrian once during her speech but the woman's last words cut straight to the heart of the french woman, her greatest fear, that no matter how hard she fought she would never be more than just a rich girl pretending to be something more, thrown back into her face when she was most raw. She didn't get the chance to lash out at Adrian however as the woman catapulted her into the air towards the ring post, Natasha's hands shooting out to grab onto the steel pole, slowing herself down just enough to guide her body to hit the pole with her shoulder instead of with her already bloody face. The jolt of pain that raced through her was intense all the same, she had known it would be, her body slumping against the pole with her struggling to remain standing.

That rant had gone on a lot longer than Adrian intended, and she was pretty sure that half way through she should have gotten hit or something with the time she took to taunt Natasha, but somehow she'd gotten away with it and spelling out the reasons why Natasha sucked in her mind, made the sound of flesh hitting steel all the sweeter to the cosplayer. "Okay enough fun and therapy out here, now get back in!" She demanded, trying to roll the French woman back into the ring.

Natasha knew in the back of her mind that she needed to move from where she was then but she had a strong suspicion that if she tried to move away from that steel ring post she would merely collapse down onto the floor, where she would be even easier pickings for the former cosplayer. This is what she got for letting her guard down for just a single moment, having taken her foot off the accelerator having allowed Adrian to take advantage in a big way, but it wasn't one she was going to make again any time soon if she had anything to say about it.

Taking deep breaths to try and recover after being flung into the unforgiving steel pole, Natasha didn't resist as Adrian came up behind her and rolled her into the ring. She needed more time however and once she was in the ring she immediately rolled over a few times until she was able to reach up and grab onto the middle rope of the side of the ring to Adrian's right, lifting herself up so that she was leaning over the middle rope for support.

You couldn't wipe the grin off of Adrian's face with an industrial sander, she had gotten a load off her chest and a weight off her mind and for once she was in control of a match, pretty much fair and square. And as she stepped up to the ropes, getting a good view of Natasha's side, she was already thinking about her next attack and as much as her ribs were going to hate her for it the cosplayer had the perfect attack in mind.

"GOOMBA STOOOMP!" Adrian called out to the crowd. Leaping up onto the top rope, trying to use the full elasticity of the steel cables to jump again into the air, crunched up for as long as she possibly could before her boots shot straight down as soon as she was above her unfortunate victim, trying to stomp on whatever she could: shoulders, head or back. Whatever, it was getting both boots, hopefully.

Natasha was too worn out after those last few hits to be anything other than tired right then, otherwise she would have been seething with anger towards the former cosplayer. Instead she wasn't even thinking about the woman, focused solely on her breathing to try and recover as much as she could in the little amount of time she likely had to rest up, her legs starting to feel less shaky underneath her though that wasn't saying much as the rest of her still hurt like hell. Biting down upon her lower lip she shook her head, pushing through the pain assailing her as she rose up until she was leaning on the top rope instead of the middle one, pleased with the progress.

Her mind was pulled back to the match at hand in a hurry as she heard Adrian crying out something that could only be the name of one of Adrian's moves, Natasha recognizing it from mario though she wasn't sure exactly what the woman had in store just from its name. Her turned to the side in a hurry to find Adrian already flying through the air towards her, Natasha pushing off of the top rope and throwing herself down to the mat underneath where the cosplayer was in the air, letting her pass over her before moving up back up onto her knees.

She really needed to stop calling her attacks like this. The first time Adrian had done it against Natasha it was an attempted brainbuster, and she got a back breaker for her troubles and now her callout had given the French woman enough time to get out of the way of her flying double stomp. "Gah!" the cosplayer hissed as both feet hit the mat much harder than they should, the cosplayer's momentum carrying her forward a few hops to the other side of the ring, now it was her time to grab the ropes for support "ow..." she moaned, bending down to try and rub away the pain in her legs.

Natasha dove underneath Adrian as the former cosplayer flew through the air with clearly bad intentions judging from the way she was curled up, her suspicions confirmed as she turned her head in time to see Adrian drive her feet into the mat in a classic stomp.. For a moment she imagined herself being hit with that and it wasn't pretty, wincing in empathy for the imaginary version of herself who would have now been sprawled out on the amt feeling as if her spine had been broken in half. Still breathing heavily she brought her left hand up and brushed it against the bottom of her nose and lips, wincing before pulling it away to see a good deal of dried up blood staining her hand.

She wanted to take this moment to get her breathing back under control but with Adrian gripping the ropes for support now she knew she had to try and take advantage of this. Pushing through the pain Natasha rose to her feet and approached Adrain from behind, throwing a swinging kick up towards the small of her back.

As Adrian hugged the ropes, trying to shake some feeling back into her legs, Natasha had free reign to smack a kick on the already bruised and battered cosplayer's back, forcing Adrian to shoot up straight for a brief moment and then collapsing back onto the ropes with a grunt of pain. "I at least had the politeness to call before trying to get someone in the back..." she mumbled, indignantly as she tried to keep her footing secure.

Natasha both felt and heard the resounding smack as her kick struck home upon Adrian's lower back, the woman arching her body back from the impact before slumping back down upon the ropes. Hearing Adrian of all people trying to accuse her of being dishonorable was enough to elicit a bit of pained laughter from the blue haired wrestler, pain shooting up her side to remind her of her previous beatings, abruptly replacing her laughing with a low groan before she shook off the pain. "Well then, kick." Natasha said coldly after her leg had already shot back up for another shot at Adrian's lower back, trying to hit the exact same spot and take Adrian down a peg or three.