Taylor vs Kytes I Quit match

Adrian barely flinched as the mic hit her leg as she got into the ring, holding the barbed wire bat behind her "Blood coloured ring it is then..." she said as though it was something inconsequential like failing on a claw grab game, walking closer and closer, before she got in range to swing the deadly weapon down at Taylor's head. "AND I DIDN'T FUCKING BACKSTAB YOU!"

Taylor watched Adrian carefully while she ran her mouth some more. There was the bat. As soon as Adrian began her swing, Taylor threw herself to the side, rolling just out of harm's way and letting the bat smack into the mat, leaving a few little puncture wounds in the canvas.

"Did too! Why do you think we're HERE?" She yelled hoarsely. She tried to scramble to her feet and back up to the ropes to get away from Adrian, at least until she could stand up straight.

Adrian growled when her swing missed, barbs ripping nothing but canvas as it scraped across the mat while she turned to face Taylor to yell at her some more, trying to stop any hint of tears, "I don't know! All I got told was 'oh hai frueline you have an I Quit match so I can test your skills' or whatever the fuck it is in german. But who knows, think it too hard and maybe I might become one, after all you kept on telling me I was crazy and look at me now!"

"Yeah, look at you now..." Taylor said under her breath. She got up to her feet, rubbing her throat and looking at Adrian, unsure of exactly what to make of her. She looked like she was coming apart at the seams. She didn't know if she should be afraid for her life or take pity on her, or maybe just kick her ass and be done with her forever.

For the moment, the latter won out, and Taylor launched herself off the ropes at Adrian. She leaped up as high as she could and kicked out with both feet, aiming high on Adrian.

"Ugh!" Adrian grunted, she was not expecting Taylor to have some fight left in her as she crashed back, only this time when she got up she'd be taking wild swipes with her bat to get Taylor if she was standing near her, she'd do it anyway because swinging it around was great stress relief, imagining 500 Taylors. All of them going down in one swipe each.

The landing was every bit as painful as she thought it'd be. She hit the mat on her side, her bad arm under her, and made a stifled, pained noise. She got up, with none of the spring she usually had, her arm glued to her side.

"Gah!" Adrian's wild flailing with the bat caught and tore part of her skirt, and smacked several times into her shin guards. Thank god she switched over to those. She backed away quickly, not wanting to tangle with the bat, and slipped out of the ring. She booted a fan out of his seat in the front and took his chair, folded it up, and climbed back up onto the ring apron.

She got the distinct impression that they wouldn't both be standing for long now.

Adrian wanted more, more swings at Taylor, more blood of hers to be spilled, more screams, more forcing of the blue haired bitch to apologize for her part in turning the normally happy cosplay into the... well... what she was now. She still had somewhat of a smile, even as tears left red lines running down her face "Taaaylor..." she called out in a sing song voice as the Blue haired rival rolled out "don't you want to keep playing this anymore?" she asked with a pout, one that quickly vanished when Taylor brought the chair into the ring "Oh no you don't!" She shouted, looking to knock the chair away, or pin it down with her bat.

Taylor hesitated before slipping back through the ropes, not wanting to get caught by Adrian and her bat. The psycho killer came at her and with a swipe of her bat and a metallic clang sent the chair flipping back down to the floor. In one panicked moment, Taylor grabbed for Adrian's wrist before she could pull the bat back, and yanked her arm out over the ropes.

With Adrian's arm on her left, Taylor threw her right leg up and over it, so the back of her thigh pressed against Adrian's face, secured a grip on Adrian's arm with both hands, and pulled, more with her good arm, while she put her other knee into Adrian's side and pushed with her legs. She extended her body and pressed her hips into the back of Adrian's elbow to force it in the wrong direction while she dangled from Adrian's arm.

Let's see how long she can swing her little bat around with a broken arm, Taylor thought bitterly.

Adrian wasn't sure what happened, one moment she was swinging to disarm Taylor, the next she was caught by her hated foe, her arm trapped over the rope with Taylor's weight hanging off it as one thought permeated the haze of rage, pain.

Adrian let out a sickening howl as her arm felt like it was going to snap clean off her body, the force of her hips bending it the wrong way, the weight over-extending it. It was almost unbearable. Biting down on the only nearby thing to muffle her screams, Taylor's thigh.

"Ow! OW! OWWWMIGODSTOPIT! STOP!" Taylor shrieked, bucking her leg to try to squirm it away from Adrian's face and letting up on some of the pressure on her arm in the process. She was in a bit of a predicament. She didn't want to be bitten, but she didn't want to let go and fall. But she really didn't want to be bitten.

She did the only logical thing someone could do in her situation. Despite the screaming pain coming from her leg, she held onto Adrian's arm, she owed her that much, and bit down on her hand, the fleshy part between the thumb and first finger. It was a ridiculous position, but didn't want to let Adrian force her to let go so quickly. It was hard to tell if the warmth in her thigh was just from Adrian's mouth or if she was already bleeding. She needed to wear a shark suit during matches.