Diane Cavendish vs. Mikki Wylde

Mikki let out a loud laugh, as the two girls tumbled down to the mat. Loud, cocky, but slightly forced as the two of them hit the mat. The “Wylde Child” wasn't expecting to be taken off of her heels, like this, and the force of her back slamming into the mat like that was more than enough to shock the girl.

Down of the mat, momentarily bewildered, there wasn't much that Mikki could do, to resist Diane's attempts to boot her away. The Brit had some powerful legs, and Mikki was in no position to fend them off. Stumbling back onto her bum, Mikki struggled to sit upright. She glared across the ring at Diane, adrenaline pumping, muscles flexed, hair shaken wildly in every direction.

The American had no idea how much or how little she might had hurt Diane, when the two of them had come crashing down. What she did know, however, was that she'd lost her grip on her opponent, and wasn't in a favorable position to try and get that back. So, instead, Mikki opted to go the intimidation route. Up on her knees, now, Mikki flexed every muscle in her body. Her arms curled around her chest, her gleaming pecs and abs catching the light as she practically quivered, in intensity. She let out a loud roar, at her opponent, from the very base of her throat. While not a direct, physical attack, Mikki hoped that it would at least get under Diane's skin, a bit, and pump up the crowd for whatever might come next.

Diane sat up and rubbed her nose as she tried to regain her bearings. Mikki was keeping her distance, creating a brief pause in the rhythm of the fight. Frankly this suited the slightly rattled Brit, who would slowly grab hold of a ring rope and haul her self upright, watching her opponent carefully.

What she saw made her roll her red eyes, Mikki getting herself back upright in the most self-absorbed way possible, flexing her oiled muscles for the crowd once again.

If Diane really had been a rookie, she would have been intimidated by the intensity of Mikkiâ€s response - it looked like the giant wrestler was proving how unconcerned she was with the trip to the mats, an immovable and indefatigable force. Diane, though, was ring-savvy enough to recognise a delaying tactic when she saw one. It actually gave the outgunned wrestler some confidence, because Mikki was either lacking in stamina, or lacking in ring smarts. Either one would be good for Diane.

“Oh, roar to you,” the white-haired wrester muttered levelly under her breath. There was a tense pause, as the crowd wondered who would break the impasse, but Diane had already steeled herself to take the initiative here. She would bounce off the ropes at her back for momentum, then would sprint towards Mikki, looking to turn and jump and fire a dropkick at her muscular opponent. If nothing else, the Wylde Child was a big target to aim for!

Mikki could feel the tension mounting in the crowd, while she and her prim British foe stared one another down. Reeling in what she was sure was admiration from the crowd, giving her flexing muscles that extra little twitch for the full benefit of arena lighting and those with flash photography, Mikki could only grin ear-to-ear and wait for the look of astonishment and fear on the face of her pretty little foe.

At first, Mikki thought that her attempt had gone too well, as Diane backed away from her, pressing against the ropes. Taking just a bit longer than anyone would have wanted to admit, to realize that Diane was actually using the ropes as leverage to come bearing down on her. A slowly dawning realization that meant the “Wylde Child” was far too late to come up with a counter, as Diane's boots came crashing into her chest with a perfectly executed dropkick.

“Hooooff!” Mikki exhaled, the blow driving the air from her lungs. Her muscles still tense from the flexing meant that she took the full brunt of the blow, unable to roll with the punches. Taken clear off of her feet, the wild-haired grappler fell back against the ropes with little to no ability to control her fall.

Well-muscled bum perched on the second rope, arms hanging over the top as she tried to regain her balance, Mikki was kicking herself for getting so cocky. Clearly, this girl was a hell of a lot better than the “Ultimate Grappler” had given her credit, for. Unfortunately, wind taken completely out of her sails, there was little Mikki could do in response, but try to get her breath back and wait for her chance to make the prim little bitch pay for making her look the fool ...

Diane felt a little relieved as her dropkick made its mark, boots drilling hard into the posing Mikki. The jarring force of the impact ran up her legs, letting her know that she had struck the big girlâ€s tense body quite hard.

Despite Dianeâ€s success, it was still the white-haired wrestler that ended up on the floor, and she had to scramble up quickly, ever fearful of being caught out by the brute. For now, though, it seemed she had the upper hand. Mikki was slumped back against the ropes, struggling for balance and composure. Diane knew she had to attack, and keep pressing her advantage if she wanted to stand a chance against this titaness.

With the slouching Mikki trapped against the ropes, Diane would step right up to her, her left hand pushing Mikkiâ€s head back. This would open up the big girlâ€s chest area for Diane to start harassing her with some breast edge chops, holding her back and slapping her above the breast with a fierce right hand.

The overarm chops were quite aggressive, not a tactic that Diane would normally employ, but they were still within the rules, and she needed to weaken Mikki any way she could. The smaller girl would really put her back into the move, trying to punish Mikki with several chops to really soften her up and test her tolerance for pain.

The fluid “support” of the ropes meant that Mikki's powerhouse build was far less effective than usual, in trying to fend off Diane's assault. Mikki struggled and squirmed as Diane pressed her head back, the “Wylde Child's” multicolor hair thrashing in the bright arena lights as she tried with futility to get her back off of the ropes.

When the chops started coming down on her vulnerable chest, Mikki began howling in pain. Each strike brought an excited “wooo!” from the crowd, Diane's blows raining down on her again and again. The blows were painful, to be sure; perhaps they would have been more effective against a woman with a more traditionally “feminine” build, but that hardly meant the self-proclaimed “ultimate grappler” could shake them off. Diane's technique and commitment to each strike was impressive, managing to push the struggling Mikki harder and harder against the ring ropes with each punishing blow.

As Mikki's muscular figure was rocked between Diane's pushing strikes and the straining ropes, she could feel her frustrations mount with every blow. Teeth gritting visibly, tension playing out across her face, which (like her chest) was reddening with every blow, Mikki began to bang her head in time with the strikes. Banging her head with each blow, hair flipping back and forth uncontrolled, Mikki sank deeper into the ropes, until she was ready to explode off of them.

After taking a handful of the blows, Mikki used the tension of the ropes to bounce forward. The “Wylde Child” exploded off of the ropes with a running shoulder block directed squarely at the torso of the dominating Cavendish girl. It wasn't the most graceful move, but it didn't need to be. Mikki's foe was dominating her with flawless technique and skill, but Mikki was going to rise to challenge her with brute force.

Diane was grinning as she chained together the breast edge chops and the crowd began to cheer each one. Mikki really seemed to be struggling, shaking and groaning with each blow. It was reassuring to know that the giant could feel pain! Dianeâ€s confidence was growing, and she began to think about transitioning her opponent into something that would do more solid damage.

Sadly, she never got the chance. Mikki thrashed forwards, catching Diane unawares with a rope-propelled shoulder barge. At this close range, a dodge or counter was all but impossible.

“Angh!” Diane moaned in shock and frustration as her huge opponent bundled into her. The shoulder to the chest knocked her back, legs staggering awkwardly, arms flailing as she tried to keep her balance.

For a second it looked like the white-haired wrestler might recover her composure, but then her stumbling legs slipped and Diane found herself landing squarely on her ass with a painful, jarring thud.

Mikki stood tall, for a moment, watching Diane lose her balance. Part of her wanted to flex, preen a little bit for the crowd. Unfortunately, the stinging in her chest didn't seem to be letting up, and wouldn't allow her to lift her arms to flex. Instead, the overmuscled brick simply stood back, and enjoyed the fruits of her labor.

It was more than a little gratifying for the “Wylde Child” to watch her opponent stumble back and fall, suddenly losing that grace and dignity she carried herself with, and getting dumped on her ass. Mikki took that in for a second, her shoulders bouncing with barely suppressed laughter. “See how she crumbles, before the might … of the warrior!?” Mikki shouted over her shoulder, to the crowd.

Still not wanting to put too much strain on her aching pectorals, Mikki opted against her first instinct, to try and lift her opponent back up. And Diane was clearly too tough to take one of Mikki's signature moves and stay down, now. So instead, the neon-haired warrior scooped up Diane's legs, trying to get a firm grip on her toned calves. Mikki stepped forward, threw her hair back, and shouted, “Witness now, the power of a warrior's boots! As they march! To the sacrifice!” Mikki had no idea what that meant, but in the moment, it sounded sort of scary. Once she was able to get a firm enough grip on the prone English woman's legs, Mikki would stomp down hard, aiming the sold of her boot squarely for Diane's crotch, drawing an uproar from the disapproving referee, the audience and (hopefully) her opponent.

The floored Diane had a sullen look on her face. She shook her head to clear strands of white hair from her eyes, while her hand reached down to gingerly rub her bruised butt.

Her tentative recovery was cut short, though, as Mikki loomed over her, waxing nonsensical as seemed to be her habit. The big girlâ€s grasp on Dianeâ€s legs was simple but strong, the British girl squirming a little but finding herself trapped.

As she wriggled fruitlessly, she found her legs being spread ominously wide, with Mikki holding a malicious-looking boot up above. Dianeâ€s eyes bulged.

“No!” she squealed, bringing her hands up in a pleading motion and shaking her head. She felt like she was facing enough disadvantages as it was, and she really didnâ€t want the fight to get nasty and vicious.

Of course, at this point, she didnâ€t have much say in the matter. Mikkiâ€s boot stamped ruthlessly down, crashing into Dianeâ€s crotch.

“AAHHH!!” she wailed at the ceiling, her face contorting in pain as her sex was stomped. Diane would rock from side to side, hands curling up around her head in a slight foetal ball. She could feel the cruel blow lingering, an ache in the pit of her stomach as she tried to recover. The crowd winced and booed on her behalf, but all the victim could muster was an anguished moan, and hatefully whispered an indignant, breathless “Bitch!!” at her crude attacker.

Mikki reveled in the heat she was drawing from the crowd, as they watched Diane pleading for some measure of mercy. Only, of course, for the “Wylde Child” to deny it to her in the most vicious manner. The ref girl was already at Mikki's back, scolding her heavily for the blatantly illegal tactic, while the booing of the crowd washed over the ring in waves.

Mikki laughed it off, tossing her hair back dramatically. She even rubbed it in, a little bit, by grinding her boot against Diane's soft, sensitive skin. Immediately, the furious referee began counting the “Wylde Child” out, reaching four before getting Mikki to remove her boot from her agonized opponent. The shouts of pain and profanity only encouraged Mikki; with a single stomp, it seemed she'd managed to drag down her opponent's classy demeanor entirely. With any luck, she thought, things had just gotten a bit more personal, between them.

Mikki's chest was still quite tender from Diane's earlier barrage, however, and the “Macho Chick” was still hesitant to try and drag her opponent back to her feet, already. So, with Diane hobbled, Mikki kept her grip firmly on those toned, powerful legs of hers. Taking a wide step over her opponent's downed body, the “Wylde Child” attempted to turn and roll Diane onto her belly. It would be more difficult than usual, with her chest still stinging, but if she could manage that, the “Macho Chick” would drop her bum straight down, and begin stretching Diane in the Boston crab.

The lingering stinging in her chest meant that Mikki couldn't really crank the hold, the way one might want to. But, she also wasn't expecting a submission. Not from someone as strong as Diane, and not nearly this early. At the point in the match, the self-identified “ultimate grappler” only wanted to test the limits of what she could do, to make Diane squirm.

Dianeâ€s eyes were screwed shut as she moaned in pain, clutching her wounded womanhood. She was absolutely seething that her opponent would stoop to stamping on her crotch. Still, there was not a lot she could do about it right now, with her legs still held by the muscular Mikki.

Poor Diane looked a pretty hapless figure right now, as the reeling girl was unceremoniously rolled onto her front. She groaned into the mat as she found herself face-down. Diane had a horrible suspicion that she knew what was coming next, but was powerless to prevent the bigger girlâ€s plans. She gasped in pain as Mikki curled her legs back, lowering herself into a seated position on top of Diane.

The white-haired girl gave a frustrated moan as she felt Mikkiâ€s bum press down on her back, pinning her to the mat, and locking her in the painful boston crab.

“Ughh… no…” she winced miserably. Her heavy opponent was a crushing weight to bear, but the worst of it came from her bent spine as her legs were tugged backwards. Diane shuddered and squirmed in discomfort, although she could barely move beneath Mikki. In fact, she could barely breathe. Bucking the bigger girl off, or dragging herself to the ropes, would be an impossible ask.

Diane had to face up to the unpleasant reality that Mikki could pretty much torture her at will now. The white-haired wrestler grit her teeth and tried to ignore the hot pain flowing through her spine. As the moments passed, she seemed to be struggling, her fists clenching in frustration and her face contorting.

“No….” she muttered stubbornly as she tried to ride out the hold.