Ladder Match(Natasha vs. Anja)

Anja shook her head and tried to lose the feeling of dazed that had taken a hold on her after the blows that Natasha had been dishing out. She would also have liked to get a little space between herself and her opponent, but as usual the audience was hindering at best and had build a ring of people around the two girl so she found herself at the feet of some spectators.

"Sheesh, what are you, 9 year olds on the school yard?"
She hissed while getting up, wavering a little when she finally was up again. There was already the temptation to grad a chair, but still it was only a ladders match so she would try to catch a breath before closing in again on her opponent for a lock up.

Natasha could see Anja making her way back up to her feet out of the corner of her eye while she was still struggling to get the ringing out of her head, boxing one's ears was a classic brawling move she should have expected from Anja but at least now she knew to look for it. With her hand on a chair she got the urge to bring it smashing into the blond's head and almost did so as her fingers gripped the edge of it, but her head cleared up enough for her to remember that was against the rules even in this match, Natasha pushing herself up to her feet with the chair but left it where it sat.

"Not their fault, who wouldn't want to get close to us Anja?" Natasha said with a quick laugh before going back on the offensive, not wanting to give Anja any more time to recover after her spill over the wall. Natasha didn't shy away from the lock up as she locked her hands with Anja's, pushing against the woman until she'd throw her knee up towards the woman's stomach to double her over before then driving her knee into the side of her head.

The Blonde was glad that they locked up again where she could talk to the one person she respected in that whole area full of people. And maybe, maybe the commentators when they were either active or former wrestlers.
"So they should either be more aggressive or more attractive for that. Damn ticket sales..."
Anja had a fan base of smarks who liked her in ring progress and looks, but she could not care less about them. She was in for the money and girls like Natasha, who gave a rats ass about society anyway?

While Anja was in the process of throwing both of them over the barricades again to get rid of the fans, she was hit in motion by the knee of her opponent and would land awkward and rather uncontrolled if they would indeed go over the barricades.

"Are you suggesting they only sell tickets to attractive women? I could get behind that." Natasha replied, allowing herself to joke a bit now with the blond woman now that she, at least in her eyes, had pulled even with her in terms of the match. But that wasn't going to be enough for Natasha, this was a win she felt as if she desperately needed and while she liked the company of Anja she knew she couldn't afford to take it easy during their match, ladder matches weren't known for being easy affairs for a reason.

Anja seemed to have the same attitude as she dragged them back over to the barricade, clearly intent on sending them both over it so that they got out of the crowd, Natasha knew how Anja felt about the fans from their last match and suspected getting away from them was high on her to do list right then. "Where are you going?" She shouted just as they were clearing the barricade, Natasha driving her knee up into the girl's midsection during the transition back over the wall which sent Anja crashing onto the ground as a result.

Anja was clutching her midsection and cut a grimace while trying to get up on her knees at least after the fall and hit on the floor.

"Don't like...vultures."
Although it had been basically her plan to involve the spectators, it was more a plan to use them in the fashion as she would have used a chair but the atmosphere had affected and even shook her more than she would like to confess to anyone and herself. She had not factored in the people liked to make a spectacle out of opportunities like that and had now pay to pay the price for it.

Natasha had managed to hit Anja with a knee to her stomach during their trip back over the barricade, a move that had earned an universal sigh of disappointment from the crowd as they had all wanted more up close and personal time with the two beautiful women, but she didn't go unscathed as landed flat on her back upon the always unforgiving floor. At least here it was padded she thought to herself before getting back up onto her feet, a glance over at Anja finding the woman still on her knees and in clear pain.

"You know, I was one of those vultures at one point too Anja-chan." Natasha said before reaching forward to wrap and arm around the neck of the blond woman, putting her into a headlock for just a moment before she would try to throw her back down to the floor bringing Anja's head crashing to the ground in a classic DDT.

That indeed took the girl by surprise.
"Uhm. That's kind of right and has a point."
Despite the pain she was not really battered at this point but the thought that someone like Natasha could rise from the ranks of the spectators had not really found much space in her mind up to this point and could probably open her up some more to the thought of accepting the fact that audiences were not just walking dollar or yen bills.

Sadly that also cost her some additional seconds, so that she easily fell victim to the hard DDT on the outside of the ring to keep lying there in a dazed state.

Natasha actually froze for a moment or two when she heard Anja admit that she might be right about the fans, blinking in confusion as she wasn't sure if she had heard the woman correctly. From their first match together Natasha knew Anja didn't have much respect if any for the fans who came to watch them perform, the blond fought for herself and it didn't matter that people were there to watch her, something Natasha had actually grown to respect even if she gave the fans more credit.

"I'm glad you see my point." Natasha said after delivering her DDT, releasing her hold on the woman's head so she could roll away and regroup so to speak. She could either press her advantage over Anja in the hopes of keeping her down for quite some time or she could use this opening to be the first to bring a ladder into the match, a tough choice but she made it quickly as she headed around the ring to where a ladder stood, collapsing it before sliding it into the ring and following after it.

Of course the opinion about people in general could not be changed with the utterance of a single sentence, even if it was filled with reason. But maybe she could stomach fans some more if she copied a page out of the book of good relations from Natasha.

Although her head was severely ringing and she had only very blurry lines of thought at the moment after the hard DDT on the hall floor instead of the considerably softer ring where only a small mat had protected her had from getting bashed in in front of thousands of live people. Under a long drawn moan, she could only roll closer to the ring and get up on her knees while shacking her head in a try to combat the blur.

Natasha cast a quick glance back over her shoulder towards Anja to make sure the girl was still down, finding her more or less exactly where she had left her about a minute earlier. She didn't want to make a mistake here as timing was everything in a ladder match, she had learned that the hard way during her first ladder match when Heather had taken advantage of an error in her judgement to pick up the win, an ending she had no intention of allowing to repeat here tonight.

With Anja just now making her way towards the edge of the ring Natasha felt then was the time to act, lifting the ladder off of the mat with every intention of setting it up in the middle of the ring. She stopped herself however and looked back towards the blond woman just as an idea came to her, Natasha dropping the ladder back down to the mat and aiming the top of it towards Anja, sliding it across the ring with the hope the ladder would crash right into her opponent as she rose to her feet.