Last Woman Standing: Adrian vs Natasha Grudge Match

"NNNNGH!" Adrian grunted as Natasha once more lashed out with a vicious kick, at least this time with a little warning to brace herself. "Thank you," the cosplayer said as dryly as possible when she was pretty sure her spine had been replaced by just a mass of pain right now, but if she had the energy and will for sarcasm, she had the energy and will to start fighting back. Firing an elbow back, she tried to smash Natasha in the face to get some momentum back. She couldn't just spend the remainder of the match getting the shit kicked out of her, no matter how much Natasha wanted that exact scenario.

"Your welcome." Natasha replied back with just about as much enthusiasm as Adrian had after her second kick to the small of the woman's back. Bringing her leg back down the moment she put her weight upon it she could feel a sore spot in the bone from where her leg had struck the woman's spine twice, wincing from the pain but also giving Adrian the opening she needed to fire back with that elbow. Natasha's eyes went wide as she saw it coming, her arms shooting up but they were too slow to stop the elbow from smashing back into her face, Natasha turning her head to the side taking the blow to her cheek instead of her nose in a compromise she was glad to make.

Only after the elbow had struck did her arms raise high enough, but now instead of blocking the elbow Natasha would try to grab onto the arm instead, one hand upon the woman's elbow and the other around her wrist. "Gawwwhhh!" She shouted out as she pushed her already strained muscles to their limit once again, twisting her body to the left as she attempted to yank Adrian off her feet and drag her down to the mat face down. From there she would use her grip upon the woman's arm to pull it backwards, rolling her body onto Adrian's back to both pin her there and allow her to pull back even farther.

"Gaah!" Adrian let out as her arm was caught after her elbow shot, Natasha was still too quick on the draw with her counters, every hit she got in felt like she was just getting something much worse in return. This case it seemed to be the French woman pulling her back to the mat to try and wrench the offending arm off in a Fujiwara armbar. "God dammit!" She yelled out, cursing from the pain in her arm and at herself for getting caught yet again by Natahsa. This time trying to do something immediately about it, if this was a pinfall match, she might be able to roll her over into a pin, where she'd have to break the hold for her, or get to the ropes, but in this match she'd have to do it the hard way, twisting her body to try and alleviate as much pressure as she could.

"You shouldn't use such language Adrian!" Natasha shouted through gritted teeth as she worked the arm over, applying ever increasing pressure to both the elbow and shoulder of Adrian as she gradually pulled the arm further back into the arm bar. The ropes were near but in this match Natasha knew a rope break didn't exist, meaning Adrian was going to have to find a way to escape out of this through her own power, something Natasha was determined to delay as long as she could. For while she couldn't win with a submission no more than Adrian could get a rope break, this would no doubt weaken Adrian's arm for the rest of their match. She then felt the woman turning underneath her, Natasha feeling her body slide to side as the girl struggled to relieve some of the tension in her arm, succeeding partially but Natasha would try to regain the leverage lost by pulling even further upon the arm.

"Fuck you!" Adrian screeched back before biting back down on her lip, trying to stop herself screaming from the pain shooting through her arm, but she could feel progress was being made, she had almost made it onto her side, and Natasha was going for as much pressure as she could in a short time rather than trying to control Adrian and break her arm at her own pace, leaning even further over her to keep the pressure up, just acting like she was trying to rip it out of the socket straight away, all she needed to do was keep rolling with Natasha, shooting up her arm to try and dislodge her grip in her escape attempt.

"Unless you're going to surrender I don't want to hear anything from you!" Natasha shouted back in reply before giving the girl's captured arm another sharp tug back against her body, thinking of nothing in that moment other than sending Adrian back to the injured list. That thought would have scared her at any other time but Adrian had brought something out of her that embraced that thought instead, too lost in her anger to give the matter a second thought as she just wanted to finish this match and leave Adrian behind her.

Without realizing it Natasha had allowed Adrian to nearly roll over and escape the arm bar, the french woman's own back now flat against the mat with her legs the only thing keeping Adrian from escaping immediately. Biting down on her lip she knew she couldn't maintain this any longer, giving Adrian a parting downward slam from her legs before moving to roll out of the ring.

Adrian grunted as she got smacked with Natasha's leg. "What's wrong? Scared?" She yelled as Natasha rolled out of the ring, giving her enough time to lick her wounds somewhat and get back to her feet. "Come on! you were winning, why back out now? Is the almighty rich girl having problems putting this poor poor commoner down?" She said, goading Natasha to get back in the ring. "Why are you afraid of me? If anything, I should be afraid of you! I'm not, but I probably should be with the whole 'you crippled me' thing, so what's so intimidating about me that means you have to run away like the bitch you are?"

Natasha chewed on her lower lip while she listened to Adrian go on another one of her irritating rants, her hands balling up into tightly clenched fists while her body began to shake in her anger. "This has nothing to do with my family or their money you god damn bitch!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs, infuriated at having her money once again thrown back into her face like it made her different from Adrian. It was her hard work that had gotten her here, not her money, and it was her countless hours of training that set her apart from people like Adrian who cheated their way to the top.

Looking down at her feet she saw the very chair that Adrian had used to break her nose, Natasha glancing over at Adrian a single time before she crouched down and took hold of the chair. She would then rise back up to her full height and with both hands gripping the edge of the weapon firmly Natasha would hurl it right at the upper chest of the former cosplayer, looking to shut her up before she would move to climb up onto the top turnbuckle from the outside.

Adrian just flipped off Natasha as she cursed back at her for continuing to use the whole rich girl thing as a way to get under her skin "Language~!" she chimed in after pulling back the two-finger salute and running as fast as she could across the ring on what felt like one leg to hit the ropes. Natasha was outside and Adrian was inside the ring, what happened next was obvious to her as a submarine captain. Dive!

Running back to the side where Natasha had rolled out of, she ducked her head down, attempting to go through rather than over the ropes and launch her whole body at Natasha... where the heck did she go? she asked herself way too late, she'd already committed to this and it would take too much out of her to stop herself and get caught on the tight ropes. But with Natasha ducked down, she couldn't get a good view of her target and would be flying blind. Fortunately Natasha was about to solve both those problems.

Shooting straight up into view, Adrian grinned for a moment before she saw a familiar bloodstained object hurtling towards her. The chair smashed against her skull, leaving some of the Natasha's blood on her face as she staggered back and collapsed. Her momentum stopped and her ears ringing the cosplayer curled up into a ball, only getting a glimpse of the French woman's ascent.

Natasha climbed up along the outside of the ring corner as fast as she could after watching the chari she threw crash into Adrian's head with a satisfying crunch, intent on taking full advantage of the opening this would surely open for her. As she pulled herself up onto the top turnbuckle she remained crouched down low upon it, holding onto the ropes on either side of her tightly while readying herself for the part she didn't enjoy, the flying portion of this kind of move. She had never been much for high flying as it left her completely open during the flight, she much preferred to be in full control of her body down on the ground but she was too engrossed in the match to care about that now, and with Adrian on her back now was the time to try this sort of thing.

She would then leap up into the air and away from the turnbuckle, bending her legs underneath her as she flew so that she appeared to be sitting on her knees in the air. She hadn't ever tried her hands at anything beyond drop kicks but landing with her knees crashing down onto Adrian's midsection seemed easy enough.