Last Woman Standing: Adrian vs Natasha Grudge Match

The drips of blood from Natasha's face was kind of sickening to be under, the warm red liquid obscuring both competitors vision as the French woman once again took control, forcing Adrian back up the turnbuckle as she did the same, giving the former cosplayer a series of hard shots across her forehead, drawing blood from the American in return as a cut above Adrian's eye started to show, but for what purpose? Apart from busting her open how was getting Adrian back up supposed to win the match? Unless Natasha was thinking big. Very big.

Although still woozy, Adrian had enough sense to kind of piece together what Natasha was trying to set up, sitting her down on the top rope. She was either going to take a page out of Heather's book, grab Adrian by the neck and jump off for a cutter off the top rope, or was going more traditional, a big superplex to put the exclamation point on the match. That left the cosplayer with not a lot of options and not a lot of time to do anything, except go one bigger.

As Natasha climbed, Adrian tried to stand up on the top rope, sending a heavy forearm down to keep the French/Russian fighter in place as she once again tried something incredibly stupid. If she could, she'd jump off the top, over Natasha's head and aim to catch her foe between her thighs, from there it was a case of rolling through and hoping that Natasha didn't have enough grip on the top rope as she pulled off her biggest and most powerful move she head. Bankai

Each strike which connected with Adrian's face felt far less satisfying than what Natasha had believed they would be, the sight of the cut which formed above the woman's eyes staying Natasha's hand from delivering further blows. Her fist shook for a moment before Natasha abandoned the act of striking Adrian and moved on to lifting her up onto the top turnbuckle, the woman thankful that the cosplayer wasn't any heavier than she was, and once she was set up Natasha climbed up after her.

Natasha wasn't even certain what she intended to do now that she was up here but whatever she was going to do she knew it had to be what ended this match, if things went on much longer they'd likely both end up passed out in the middle of the ring and she refused to have such an end after all she had gone through in this match. She reached up with her arms to wrap them around the woman's neck only to receive a harsh shot to the top of her head which stalled her progress. She brought her hands up to her face to guard it only to suddenly feel Adrian sliding over the top of her, wrapping her arms around Natasha's waist and before she could grab onto the ropes she was dragged along for the ride.

It all happened so quickly Natasha didn't have a chance to try and stop it and when her back hit the mat her head bounced off not the mat, but the very chair she had thrown into the ring earlier. A loud clang echoed through the arena and Natasha's body went limp, her eyes only half open as she groaned upon the mat. The referee would walk over to begin the count, the first few numbers being counted off while both woman were on the ground.

It had been a risky gamble, but as Adrian stared up at the lights she couldn't help but chuckle as hard as she could without feeling like her rib cage was about to implode on her. This was it, this was what all those months not being able to do anything but watch and sulk, not being able to walk without crutches or a wheelchair had been leading up to: sweet sweet revenge over the same woman who put her out of commission like it was nothing.

The impact hadn't been as kind to Adrian as she would have liked, landing right on her tailbone to keep Natasha close enough that she landed at least somewhere near the very chair she probably intended to re-introduce to Adrian's spine. It was painful, but the cosplayer refused to let that be the straw that broke the camel's back. Crawling over to the ropes to once again haul herself back to her feet, bloodied, bruised, but never beaten. She could probably start putting that on shirts.

Natasha had never wanted this match until she heard Adrian running her mouth and even then she hadn't wanted to hurt the woman, injuring her during their first match had been an accident and she hadn't even learned of what happened to the cosplayer until she made her return claiming Natasha had been the one to put her out of action. Adrian's anger towards her had finally managed to get under her skin, however all of the woman's insults had merely been the straw that broke the camel's back. For after months of no progress and numerous set backs Natasha had finally lost to her anger, Adrian simply being the one there when it happened.

All her anger had cost Natasha in the end however, in her haste to put Adrian away she had made the mistake of setting herself up for the very same finisher Adrian had used in numerous matches before now, and one Natasha had scouted out before their first match together. As her back crashed to the mat, and her head bounced off of the chair, Natasha watched the world go dark for what seemed like only a second, but when she started to come back to she heard someone far away shouting out "six!"

Suddenly realizing what the count signified Natasha turned her head to the side, groaning from the pain that small movement caused her before catching sight of Adrian pulling herself up to her feet. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire as she pushed herself to roll onto her stomach, hearing the referee reach seven just as she began to push herself up onto her hands and knees. She could do this Natasha thought to herself, repeating it over and over in her head as her muscles screamed at her to stop, the referee shouting out "nine" as Natasha rose higher.

Then her body gave out and Natasha collapsed back down onto the mat, a wave of dizziness washing over her leaving her unable to hear the referee reach the final count of ten, let alone to rise off the mat again. In the back of her mind Natasha knew that she had lost, Adrian had beaten her and with that the cosplayer had no doubt ended any chance Natasha had ever had at going after any of the titles. That thought made Natasha sick to her stomach, the french woman feeling none of the pride that had always followed after a hard fought match even when she lost, only feeling shame and anger as she laid there unmoving on the mat.

Adrian staggered back up to her feet, looking as though she had been through hell and back. Her hair was all a mess, her face was covered with a crimson mask, black bruises were taking hold on her body and the cosplayer looked just about ready to keel over and collapse back to the ground if hit with something barely stronger than a light breeze, and as Natasha slowly rose up, it looked like that might do her in. What do I need? she asked herself A freaking gun!? She wondered, if what crazy stunt she just pulled wasn't enough to secure the win, what would be? Her heart sank as panic set in, she looked around trying to think of something she could do to put the French woman down for the count... until Natasha's own body betrayed her will, like Adrian's own had done in the first match.

"I won..?" She barely whispered, hanging over the ropes as the final count came down, leaving a pointed silence as she looked over what the two had put each other through "I won." the cosplayer repeated with more certainty, the pain being washed away by the growing sense of euphoria. She actually did it, she actually beat Natasha! It wasn't easy but she had just beaten and bloodied someone who took her out with next to no effort in their previous encounter, she couldn't help it. First a small chuckle emerged from her lips, it grew and grew until before she knew it, she was laughing her head off like a mad woman.

"I WIN!" Adrian yelled to the sky, flopping back down to the mat in hysterics and rolling out victorious "MY WIN!" the cosplayer declared out to the shocked audience. "You thought I was done, didn't you, thought I didn't have a chance. Well it's no use! ITS NO FUCKING USE! I'm back and there's nothing ANY of you can do about it! ADRIAN WINS! I WIN!" She ranted, loud enough for the cameras to pick up as she staggered her way around ringside and back up the ramp. She needed to find her belt, her work tonight was by no means finished and despite how horse her throat was, she still had something to say.

Winner: Adrian Kytes