Adrian Kytes vs Big Barda - Battle of the Cosplayers

Barda came down with a mighty crash, the impact rocking the ring and jiggling the ropes, filling the arena with a noise not unlike so much distant thunder.

So, this was what it was like to have the momentum in a match - felt nice. Now, the question was what she was going to do with it. A slam of some kind? No, a little too predictable. She needed to mix it up with something - maybe a submission move, but something that used her strength...ah.

Barda reached down and scoped Adrian up, standing and tossing the smaller over her shoulder to try and put her in the Torture Rack, bouncing her around the ring in a show of power.

Adrian wasn't in much shape to do anything in the way of fighting back after that leg drop, it felt like she was at the epicenter of an earthquake with how everything shook after Big Barda's heavy assault making it pretty easy for the amazon to hoist the smaller cosplayer up and laid across the shoulders of the 7 foot tall woman.

It was at this point Adrian was starting to feel a pang of guilt in among all the normal ones of "FUCKING HELL THIS HURTS AAAAAAAAA" this must be what it felt like to face an amazon, a fate she had previously sent people to when she and Rebecca worked together. Being squashed, smashed, crushed and pulled apart by such fearsome strength was overwhelming, and part of her wanted to cut her losses before she did some serious damage as she was carried around like a trophy by Barda. "Ngghh..." she grunted at every extra bounce, sending shockwaves down her spine, she needed out of this hold fast, she'd already spent too much time on crutches as it was.

This being her first real fight, Barda taking pain formthe first time - and also doling it out. She want sure how to feel about that.

On one hand, it felt good - no, great - to cut loose. She was so used to holding back, so accustomed to withholding her power...finally getting to take off the reigns felt good. Like she was out of the cage for the first time. In this ring, there was no reason to give any less than 100%.

But on the other hand, Adrian's pained grunts reminded her just why she held back in the first place. She didn't want to hurt Adrian, not any more than need be - the sooner she brought this to a close, the better.

Tossing Adrian up and over her head, she'll grab her and bring her down in a backbreaker, slamming her down Bane style, folding her backwards over the knee - hopefully enough to put her down for a while.

The pained grunts stopped, alright. Adrian's eyes bugged out and her mouth opened to scream out in pain, but nothing came as she writhed in agony, stretched out on Barda's knee. Despite the early agression, this match was looking more and more one sided as Adrian couldn't really get a shot in between the amazon's extremely damaging attacks.

Since Barda didn't have venom-enchanted strength, the blow didn't break Adrian's spoke,
But you might not know that to look at her - that definitely hurt. Barda was just...stunned. She'd trained, sure, but she never really understood her power until just now. It was insane.

It might make this a short match, but she wasn't torturing Adrian - she went ahead and tried for a pin.

"One...!"

"Two...!"

Barda's restraint was admirable, most wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves would have gone out of their way to really put the hurt on someone like Adrian, to establish themselves at the expense of an already established name. To just go in, do what was needed to win, and get out without wanting to injure or humilate someone was somewhat of a rarity in AFW. Unfortunately, Adrian was one of those girls that you needed to go out of the way to hurt, because if you didn't: victory might just slip away.

"Thr- TWO!" The referee yelled as Adrian's shoulder shot up at the last half-second. The former cosplayer panting and puffing as at looked like she'd just managed to get her head above water to stop herself from drowning. She still looked a mess, but the match wasn't over just yet.

The audience clapped, and Barda nearly joined them -if the positions were swapped, she wasn't sure she'd be kicking out. Adrian was tough. Amazingly tough.

But it meant that the fight was going to continue, and the damage was going to increase. True, it was Adrian's choice to kick out, but that wouldn't make Barda feel any better about.

"Sorry abou this..." She hauled Adrian to her feet, getting her up with one good tug, and gave her an Irish whip to try and toss her into the turnbuckle and work on her there.

Adrian didn't really notice the audience clapping, all she cared about was getting a bit of space, a bit of breathing room and recovery time, getting up to her feet, even assisted by the Amazon's pull up hurt and being sent off running by a big Irish whip didn't help matters as she spun around to smash back first into the turnbuckle, barely hanging on to the top rope to stay standing. Still, at least now she had a little space, even if it wasn't the way she wanted it.

It was like throwing around a rag doll - Barda only had to exhibit a little effort and Adrian was sent sailing. She had to wonder how the heavyweights in AFW handled this - she knew there were a handful of big girls around, some even close to her size and weight, but none of them were champions at the moment as far as she knew. Seemed like they'd have an unfair advantage, but there were probably a few things she didn't know.

...okay, there were definitely a lot of things she didn't know, but they come with time.

She focused on Adrian, leaning in the turnbuckle in a position that just begged to be taken advantage of - so Barda went for it, running across the ring and do a little hop at the last moment, looking to hit Adrian with a full body splash at six miles an hours.

Adrian groaned as she slumped in the corner, her back while not in pieces was definitely not good right now and Barda was in full control, charging straight at the smaller girl looking to probably sandwich her between Big Barda's big boobs and the not-really-comfortable-to-stand-against turnbuckles. Despite the pain, Adrian needed to move fast and she needed to move now!

Grabbing the top rope with both hands, she pulled herself, staggering, out of the corner just as Barda committed to her hop up. Leaving the amazon nothing to crush against the not-really-comfortable-to-stand-against turnbuckles except herself, buying Adrian a little more time to get back in this thing.