[Pendant Match] Standard: Captains Battel! Adrian Vs. Angel

Adrian had only just picked her head up from checking her wrists only to get blasted with both of Angel's boots, the cosplayer sent flying back into the guard rail and collapsing in un-dignified heap. "...ow..." she weakly whimpered from her prone position. Not what she needed.

Angel landed upon the floor near Adrian after smashing into her with the sliding kick. She rolled over, starting back up to her feet one more time. A grin made it's way across her face as she noticed Adrian lying there against the guard rail. She stepped towards her, the Latina leaned down to grab Adrian tightly by her long hair.

"Up you go!" She cried out, giving the cosplayer a jerk to get her back up to her feet. She stepped back towards the ring, dragging Adrian along with her. Once they were close enough to the ring, she tried to swing the cosplayer around, throwing her under the ropes and back into the ring proper. "Get the hell back in there!"

"Ngghhh..." Adrian groaned as her head was grabbed, the blonde mess threatening to leave as she was thrown unceremoniously in the ring, trying to get up to crawl into the centre to buy her a little more time. Not much else to do unless Angel was about to come charging in with target locked on her ass. Or something else with not as regrettable imaginary.

Angel slithered back under the ropes and into the ring after Adrian. Up to her feet she came, circling around towards the crawling cosplayer slowly. She remained a bit wary as she approached Adrian, going the girl could have anything up her sleeve, but as she came closer she lifted up her leg, going to plant a hard stomp in the center of Adrian's back to keep her down.

"Ghhhkk!" Adrian let out as Angel's boot forced her to the mat painfully: the cosplayer needed to get back into this but being thrown and spun around so soon after taking a really nasty double boot to the head was making that difficult, and making it easy for the Latina to regain the momentum she had lost when the two traded submissions.

That was momentum that Angel didn't want to lose, not wanting to give Adrian even a moment to turn things back around on her.

After the cosplayer was forced back to the mat, Angel stepped over her body, one foot on either side of her, and lowered herself, going to take seat upon Adrian's lower back. She leaned forward, taking hold of Adrian's arms, pulling them back, draping them over her over legs. From there, she snaked her arms forward, trying to take hold of Adrian's chin to pull her back into a simple camel clutch hold.

"Gah..." Adrian gasped as Angel stepped off her, about to bend the cosplayer in another excruciating way if she didn't think fast, like say... turn on her side and shoot a fist up between the Latina's legs. Like so: "Ya-!" that should slow the platinum blonde down for a little while at least

"HEY!" The referee called, not impressed by Adrian's strategy "I'm warning you!" she threatened: most of the AFW refs were fairly impotent when it came to dealing with cheaters: with disqualification results being so discouraged by management it would take a steel chair to get one to call them off, that said: it didn't mean they had to stay silent while Adrian danced on the rulebook's grave with her low blow.

Angel barely had time to realise what was happening. Before she could step back over Adrian, the cosplayer's fist shot up, smashing right into her crotch.

With wide eyes, Angel sank to her knees, a choked gasp passing her lips as her hands slid down to gingerly hold herself between the legs. "Grk..!"

"Hah..." Adrian breathed a sigh of relief as Angel crumpled: the referee's protests falling on deaf ears as the cosplayer slowly staggered to her feat, a smug smirk as she was booed for her underhanded tactics. "Heh..." she let out, wiping a thick layer of sweat off her face. The Latina was down, and she had all the time in the world to make her statement.

Walking over to the nearest corner she stepped through the ropes and began to climb her way up to the top rope, her sense of balence slightly wobbled and her palms all sweaty but she made it up. Reaching both her arms straight up she pointed at the sky before making a leap of faith off the top rope to hopefully land a big elbow drop on Angel below.

Angel fell from her knees to the mat completely, her breath ragged as she lied there, pain still pulsing in-between her legs. She rolled onto her back, looking upwards, completely pissed that Adrian had nailed her with such a cheap blow. She knew that the cosplayer was going to do something like that eventually, but it still didn't soften the blow any.

As she lied there, she began to wonder just where Adrian had gotten off to. She wouldn't have to wonder for long, however, as Adrian suddenly appeared in her vision, dropping straight towards the Latina. Before Angel had time to react, the cosplayer was right there, her elbow driving itself squarely into her midsection. Her body jerked hard from the impact of the attack, her arms and legs flying up for a moment before dropping right back to the mat.

"Gyaaah!" Angel cried out, wincing terribly. That had hurt, and now Angel was even more pissed that Adrian was able to follow up her cheap shot with the elbow.