Bethany Maroza vs Natasha Rostovik - Acceptable Targets

Arched over the Russian bridged and tried to keep the suplex pinning combination on as much as she could. She as going to beat this girl one way or another sensing that Bethany was not the type to indulge in the usual type of erotic activity in AFW, so she figured a simple pin or submission would be enough to crush her spirit. As the ref got to a count of TWO she could literally taste victory..... but it never came. She heard the ref call for a rope break and immediately let go.

Natasha was angry! She was angry at herself and angry at the ref for daring to notice. Never let it be said that Natasha's ego knows no bounds. She scrambled to her knees and completely ignored Bethany, allowing the girl to roll to safety out of the ring. Natasha started her verbal assault on the ref girl who didnt know what to make of it. No one did because it was in very fast Russian but it sounded like she was really laying into the ref. Eventually she stopped, stamping her boot in frustration at the situation.

Natasha turned back to the ring to see empty space. She knew Bethany has escaped, and brought herself some valuable recovery time. Natasha always did this, she let her frustration get the better of her and if this was anything like her previous matches, the advantage now shifted to Bethany.

The Russian ducked out of the ring and was now prowling on the thin mats looking for her rival

Natasha did not enjoy being out of the ring. She for one was close to the fans who did not like her, and she did not like them! As she prowled around she had popcorn cascading down onto her which did nothing for her mood. The Russian couldnt see Bethany and her anger was getting the better of her. She kicked against the ring steps with a loud bang causing them to tumble into two pieces!

The ref girl meanwhile had gotten to a count of FOUR! and Natasha was aware of this. She shouted, "You are zee coward! Come out so I can drive your face into zee steps!" The Russian was making fairly serious threats of harm to the circus girl, as she had gotten under Natasha's skin with her tricks and acrobatics. Bethany would be well advised to give her a wide berth. Natasha was literally seeing red mist!

Concerned with the situation and not her rival, Natasha was completely taken by surprise and felt the sharp blow to the back of her knee. "AGGHHH!" she cried out and slumped instantly to the hard mats on the outside of the ring. Natasha rolled onto her side and clutched the back of her knee, it was painful and hard to stand now so she needed a moment. Unfortunately, it meant Bethany could emerge unscathed and capitalize

Natasha cringed at the pain in the back of her leg. A sea of popcorn continued to rain down on the Russian as the crowd were loving every moment. She batted it away and continued to pick the confectionery out of her soft hair. Natasha managed to sit upright and clutched at the back of her knee. The count was already at SIX! and the Russian wasnt about to be counted out in this match. Natasha could hear the comment and growled, "My name is Natasha!" She wanted to humiliate the circus performer. She was not a willing participant in this show and wanted to bring down the curtain once and for all

With a loud cry of pain she got to her feet, at least one foot and hopped over to the ring apron, choosing to roll underneath it just before the last count, with the ref calling NINE! That was too close for comfort, although now she had the problem of being on her back and largely immobile, at least for now. Fortunately Natasha was by the ropes and wheeled around to try and grab them so at least she could lift herself and climb up them, however her defensive move left her wide open for Bethany to show more of her skills

Natasha had stopped the count at NINE and had elected to buy herself some more time. She rolled back out from under the rope and was now on the apron still, using the ropes to climb up with a pained rueful look on her face. Her leg was still sore, the one thing that was unknown to the crowd and potentially Bethany was that the Russian was carrying an injury. It wasnt an excuse, nor did it mean she wasnt medically cleared, however with her sneaky move, Bethany had tipped the scales heavily in her favor, almost by accident. It was a compliment to say she was magic because she had zeroed in on Natasha's unknown weakness, apart from her ego.

As she tentatively walked, still nursing the leg, Bethany decided to give her a little help. Natasha was completely caught off guard and tumbled over the ropes landing hard on her back. WHAM!

"UUGNNNNN Neit!" she exclaimed, followed with some very fast and colorful language in Russian that would have made the Tsar blush. Natasha arched her back and screwed her face up tight in a pained expression. She rolled over into her tummy and crawled slowly, looking again for the sanctuary of the ropes, but in her daze she managed to take the longest route possible and crawl across middle ring instead of wheeled around to the ropes she was just catapulted over

The crowd could sense the Russian was starting to crack under the pressure and cheered for Bethany, which must have filled the sensual magician with delight. She was the star of the show and perhaps his was a precursor to the third and final act, although even if it were, the crowd were baying for an encore

The Russian managed to get across the ring and was just about to grab the ropes as she pushed herself up to all fours. Unknown to Natasha, as her purple mane was covering her face completely, obscuring her vision, the move played right into Bethany's hands again. Stopping for a moment to regain her breath, still struggling from the perfect 10 barrage she had experienced, she could hear the canvas rumbling and flicked her hair to see what was happening.

All Natasha saw was Bethany's shadow as she left the canvas, then the crushing pain in her back, as she was splatted flat back to her tummy. "UUGGNNNN!" Looking like a squashed frog she lay on the canvas arms and legs spread out, trying to regain her breath, wincing from the pain.

The Russian was a sweaty mess and Bethany could toy with her as much as she wanted. Using what seemed the last of her strength, Natasha managed to roll over under Bethany and shove an indignant hand hard to the girls face and dragged it from Bethany's forehead down across her features. Natasha was trying to move her off in a push/slap eye rake.

If she managed to succeed with her illegal heel tactic, Natasha would squirm along her original path to the ropes, it was the only hope she had to cheat and try to regain some distance, but she was virtually done. it would no doubt ignite the crowd again also into a chorus of boo's for the Russian

"You will pay for zis circus.... FREAK!"