SS 15 Hardcore Title Match: Brittany Luvve (C) Vs. Adrian Kytes

Brittany let out a gasp of surprise as Adrian dodged out of the way which caused her own weapon to fly back at Brittany's face. Brittany managed to move her head to the side in time to avoid the hit but the edged side of her weapon bit into Brittany's shoulder. "Mother fucker!" Brittany yelled out as she dropped her weapon and stumbled backwards from Adrian.

"Yeah, that'll work..." Adrian panted with a smile as Brittany staggered back away from her own weapon, gripping the top rope to pull herself back up... and over the top, her feet landing on the apron with a good bit of distance between her and the Viper. This was mexico after all, it was time to get a little bit flashy. Lucha flashy.

Springing up to the top rope, she launched herself at the Hardcore champion, her body swinging to blast the Viper with both boots to the face in a very pretty and very painful missile dropkick

Brittany was still nursing her injuredshoulder when Adrian decided to step up her game. Brittany barely had time to react to Adrian's move and Brittany soon had a faceful of Adrian's feet. Brittany fell down to the mat and rolled across the mat as her hands covered her injured face. Brittany was letting out a string of expletives as she lay o nthe mat trying to recover from Adrian's missile dropkick.

"Umph!" Adrian grunted as she hit the mats, thankful that AFW were still using their own mats in all the locales, actual lucha mats were much less forgiving than this. This way Adrian still got to feel smug about springboard strikes without adding an extra digit to her medical bills. But she couldn't just feel smug about laying out Brittany like that, she had to move on and keep the pressure on. Literally if possible. "Get over here!" She barked, lunging straight at the Viper, pulling the blonde into a tight headlock while she was stuck recovering, putting the squeeze on the bruised head of the Hardcore champion

Brittany was still recovering from the dropkick that hit her face when Adrian came over to continue her work. Brittany let out a groan of pain as Adrian placed her in a headlock. However, the Hardcore Champ wasn't going to be controlled that easily as Brittany would reach up for Adrian's face to use her nails to claw at Adrian's eyes. "Get off of me bitch!"

Of course Brittany went for the eyes. It was probably the default reaction to a headlock from half the roster at this point. Someone has you in a wrestling hold: scratch their eyes out! Adrian couldn't even complain about it being a less-than-legal tactic: it was a Hardcore match so it was as legal as... well, a headlock. "Nononodon'tyoudaremotherfuuuuuuuuuck!" Adrian let out as Brittany's nails raked her face, abandoning the headlock to get a layer of hands in between painfully sharp nails and sensitive eyeballs. It wasn't the worst thing that could have happened by a long shot but now Brittany was free and Adrian had her hands over her eyes, that was never a good situation to be in.

Brittany was glad to be out of that annoying headlock and hearing Adrian yell in pain was a bonus for Brittany. "Alright, i am done playing around with you." Brittany would say as she decided to take advantage fo the distracted Adrian. Brittany had a sick smile on her face as she kneeled down in front of Adrian before firing an uppercut right between Adrian's legs as hard as she could.

Adrian's eyes were still watering from the eye rake earlier, and with her hands trying to soothe the stinging scratch marks on her face, there was nothing to stop Brittany from striking at Adrian's crotch.

THUNK


Well except a padded piece of protecting plastic prepared earlier of course.

Contrary to popular opinion, Adrian wasn't stupid. She acted it at times, but overall was fairly smart. Smart enough to realize that Brittany going for the crotch was a matter of when and not if. Everyone went for low blows, it was the catch-all way to get out of any situation and the refs would generally allow one. Or two. Maybe 3 if they weren't feeling up to having to deal with an angry DQ'd wrestler. Either way, Adrian knew that eventually she was going to get low blowed and had already taken preventative measures against it. The cosplayer wasn't the first person to use a cup in AFW, but effectiveness overruled originality. 

She still felt the impact, it was kind of halfway between being punched in the thigh and kicked in the ass but it wasn't the debilitating pain normally accompanying a crotch shot like that, allowing Adrian to lower her hands from her face with a smile of her own. "Yeah, no." She said before bringing her elbow down square on top of the kneeling blonde's head.

Brittany felt her hand hit something hard and she couldn't believe Adrian had thought ahead and brought a cup. "You fucking bitch." Brittany managed to say before Adrian's elbow slammed into the top of her head. Brittany fell onto her side as she moved her hands to the top of her head to deal with the pain. "Son of a bitch!" Brittany yelled out as she would kick her legs at Adrian's to try and get her to back off and leave Brittany alone to recover.

"Boom!" Adrian let out as her Bionic elbow leveled the blonde champion, it paid off to think ahead and really: if you were going for a low blow anyway there wasn't much room to complain about things being unfair. On the whole "Fucking bitch" was probably the correct response to someone out-trumping your trump card. "Well you're still talking so that probably didn't give you a concuss-ah!" Adrian let out mid-taunt as Brittany managed to kick her right in the side of her leg, knocking her knees together and jolting the number-one contender out of her ego trip.