Spicy Reparation: Diabolica Vs Ven (Complete)

Incredibly relived that she had countered the attack and managed to get her opponent off her Ven slowly began crawling backwards until she hit the stairs. Suddenly remembering a tactic which she had used much earlier into the match an idea hit her like a bolt of lightning. Using the stairs to struggle back up to her feet whilst carefully watching Diabolica, "T-That all you got..?" Ven yelled over at her, attempting to seem cocky as she began to smile.

If her opponent did as planned and approached Ven would unleash the last of her strength to avoid any attack whilst simultaneously tripping her up. Whilst her heavy opponent fell Ven would use the momentum to drive her head into the top steel step with extreme amounts of force.

Diabolica eventually got to the fence and used it to help herself getting back on the feet. It took her some to get back but luckily it was the same situation with Ven. She looked back to her opponent and Ven was still stumbling at the steps. Although Diabolica was bleeding now and it was still ringing in her head a little, she didn't want to miss opportunity of beating up her opponent.

"Just wait and you'll see!" Diabolica responded and walked toward Ven since she was bit too tired for running at the moment. But regardless of being tired, she speed up the tempo last few steps and swinged with arm to punch Ven's face one more time.

But her big opponent had different plans and Diabolica fell on same trick once again. When swinging, Ven moved away and successfully tripped Mexican. Quickly loosing balance, Diabolica fell down and hit steel steps with her head. Leaving red bloody stain on them, Luchadore just collapsed down.

Rushed by a wave of confidence as her plan was successful Ven knew that if there was a to try and end this, it was now. In the same manner she had earlier Ven would grab a hold of her large opponents arms, using whatever was left of her strength to drag the colossal woman back inside the ring. Although earlier on this would have been far easier, now that she was in such a bad physical state this was far from an easy task.

Once Ven had escorted the masked Mexican to the rings centre she would waist no time before collapsing on top of her, not having the energy to even hook a leg she would just lay there, hoping that this was the end.

Diabolica was just laying on the floor, trying to do something, but it was still ringing in her head and her vision was little blurry. Getting draged back in the ring wasn't most comfortable, but at least she managed to take a little break when Ven had to put some effort to got her back in the ring. Still laying, now in center of the ring, Diabolica felt something heavy on top of her.

It was Ven going to pinfall and tap from referee, followed by loud ONE! Countdown began for the second time and Diabolica had to quickly come up with something.

TWO!

This time there were several factors that went nice for Diabolica. First one was Ven being tired and not applying proper hold. Diabolica also had some energy left in her body, since she mostly endured hits in head lately. She just managed to lift up her shoulder to break the pin before three count, but imidiately let it down after.

As the referee reached the two count for the second time this match Ven at last began to believe that this was over. It had been a hard fought match and had pushed her to her limits, but in the end she was able to come out on top by thinking things through and planning her attacks. This was truly a victory she had earned.

Yet in the same manner she had before Diabolica managed to lift her shoulder, cancelling the pinfall and preventing the matches end. "D-Dam.. It.." Ven quietly growled through her teeth, silently enraged that she was forced to continue fighting. Understanding that a pinfall wouldn't be enough she moved herself off of her opponent before carefully rolling her onto her stomach. From here Ven would lay herself across the masked woman's back, carefully placing her arms around her gigantic foe's neck for an incredibly tight rear naked choke!

Diabolica felt relieved after Ven got off her, being happy that she managed to escape again. Break wasn't long tho, since she was turned around on her stomach right away. Diabolica tried to crawl away, but all she managed to do was moving forward for few inches before she felt heavy weight on her back again.

Getting couth in rear naked choke was probably worse that happened to her in this match. Combined with all the bashing her head had to endure. Already feeling dizzy before, getting less blood in head with less air in her loungs didn't meant anything good for her. Way too weak to crawl or move, Diabolica had only one option left to get away - she began swinging with her arms, but her energy was decreasing quickly so their precision and strength were questionable.

"Graaah!" Ven roared at the top of her lungs whilst tightening the hold even further. This was it, with eyes filled with sudden battle hungry spirit she was determined not to let Diabolica escape from this hold. It wasn't anywhere close to being easy to contain the equally sized woman despite her being exhausted. But this had to end, one way, or another.

"Grrr.. I-Im..! Not..! Letting..! Go!!" Ven yelled ferociously, tanking through her masked opponents struggling and managing to keep the hold tightly locked in. Struck by a few of the blows she refused to give up or let go, simply increasing the intensity of the vice like hold as time went on. "Submit..! O-Or let yourself slip into darkness..!" Ven spoke out once again, still dead set on not letting go.

Diabolica was keep strugling in order to escape the hold, but she was getting weaker and weaker. Her punches didn't make any effect either and it seemed like the match was close to being over. She didn't want to admit, but Ven was better today and her punches turned into tapping out. "I... I give up..."

With the referee calling for the bell Ven instantly released her gigantic foe before slowly rolling off of her and back onto the canvas. Utterly exhausted she stared up blankly at the bright arena lights, covered in sweat, blood and fire extinguisher foam it was very clear to see that this match had been beyond close.

"Y-You fought well.. I-Its a shame your a heel.. If you weren't we could be.. Allies.. M-Maybe even.. Friends.. W-Would you ever.. Consider changing..?" Ven spoke in a surprisingly heartfelt manner, seemingly more interested in Diabolica rather than her victory.

Diabolica rolled on her back and began gasping for air with some coughs added after Ven let her go. She just snarls back to her. "You were lucky this time! And why would i change, when it's easier to be an evil one."