American Muscle Vs Italian Finesse: Rebecca "The Enforcer" Tomko Vs Diana Accera

Simply put, Diana was in agony. With one arm numb, the other one feeling like it's hand could do with a thick cast, she was in a bad spot, to say the least. Yet still, the sadistic bitch couldn't help but smile at the giant's comments, turning her head down, before said smile quickly faded, her body in far too much agony to be smug. She was always the shark swimming sorta woman.

Sensing that even if she sandbagged the lift, Rebecca would hoist her up easy, Diana came up willingly, arms to her side, somewhat lacking of movement, until she was face to face once more with the huge woman. At least by willingly coming up, she spared her hair loosing some of it's thickness.

Rebecca hoisted up the curvy Italian with evil intentions, not satisfied with getting her just standing upright with a hand of hair, the ebony giantess reached down in between Diana's muscular legs to grab onto her thigh, looking to lift the big woman upside down before settling her abs over the Amazon's shoulder. Rebecca really looking to make a statement at the Italian woman's expesne.

Had Diana had her full wits about her, she would of likely capitalised on the fact Rebecca purposefully put her head next to her thick Italian legs. But whilst she may have had the idea for a counter, she by no means had the strength, as the ebony amazon hoisted her up over her shoulder like a child, her own arms swaying in numbness, legs simply hanging in the air.

Rebecca was in her element, Diana was slung over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and the giantess had all the time in the world to parade the Italian's body around the ring, planning her path of pain. "Hmm... that one..." the amazon thought out loud, using her spare hand to point at one of the corners as she started to walk towards it.

A walk slowly broke into a run, and a run into a charge, her giant footsteps echoing thought the arena as she brought Diana's body down in front of her, looking to use the Italian's back as a battering ram against the turnbuckles.

Diana would riskily decide to bide her time, using the time she was turned into a human trophy to simply gather breath, and hopefully plan her next move. Her eyes rolling up as her foe 'selected' her next method of destroying the Italian, Diana of course raised her hands, with every intention of cushioning the blow, and using the resulting recoil to hopefully push off Rebecca, and take control of the big woman.

That was the plan anyway, as Diana painfully discovered the force was simply too much to even try and prevent. Hell, she didn't know if there was a woman, or man, in AFW who could of stopped Rebecca even if they were fresh. Her back thrown against the corner, her massive Italian figure thrown like a big bag of flour, she'd fall to the corner, shoulders first, before awkwardly rolling away from said corner, landing on all fours.

The ebony giantess let out an almighty roar as she hurled Diana through the air, stomping the mat with intensity as the Italian rolled away in pain, her obsidian muscles bulging under her tight clothing as she emitted an aura of pure dominance in the ring. Diana was no lightweight, and seeing just how far the giantess could toss another amazon around was terrifying. Under normal conditions that could have been the end right there, just roll the Italian flat on her back and hook the leg. But this match was special and wouldn't be over until one of the women broke, one way or another. Her work wasn't done yet.

Slow, heavy steps moved Rebecca back over towards the curvy Italian, all banged up from her trip to the turnbuckle only to return into the amazon's grasp as the big woman swung a tree-trunk sized leg over top of her, straddling the Raven haired woman before she reached down to wrap her hands under her chin and pull. It wasn't a clean camel-clutch, this was just the amazon trying to brute force a submission out of Diana

If you wanted to try your look against a woman Rebecca Tomko's size, the smart choice would be a less intense gym spar, or maybe a match with the allowance of pins, so there was always somewhat of an easy way out. Not challenge what was most likely pound for pound the strongest woman in AFW to a match somewhat focusing on KO's. Dumb idea, no matter who you were.

Before she had even sense of what was happening, her spine feeling like it had been through the ringer, she found the giant pressing a monstrous leg either side of her. Moving far too slow to try and release the sudden grip around her chin, let alone even try an escape, Diana's back was pulled into a shape it simply shouldn't of ever been pulled in. She would of screamed had her mouth been allowed open. Even without her arms forced behind those ebony knees, the hold was still brutally effective.

To her somewhat luck, after being thrown like a bag of rice into the turn buckle, her landing had left her still somewhat close, with the giant focusing on working her quickly rather than re-positioning her. Shooting up an arm, knowing it was easily the better option than to try and force the grip off her, she'd latch onto the bottom rope, her mouth spluttering what yelps and moans it could.

Rebecca blinked up in confusion for a brief moment as the referee tried to seperate the two, pointing out that Diana had gotten a legit rope break. "We doing rope breaks here?" She asked, as far as she knew the only way to win the match was by knockout or submission, could she get herself disqualified for ignoring a rope break, or was it just meaning that anything she got in the ropes didn't count. "Alright." Either way, it looked like yanking up on the Italian's chin had hurt enough, no reason to over exert herself keeping on the pressure, it was much simpler for the ebony giantess to simply let go and violently shove Diana's had down before stepping back and away.

Diana too was unsure of the results of the rope break, a mere instinct response to a giant sitting on her back and trying to make her crack. She didn't at all consider the results of a rope break, unsure whether Rebecca would of been DQ'd, or if the referee was simply counting for the sake of refereeing. Somewhat luckily Diana would't find out.

Her head somewhat banging off the canvas, Diana would slowly pull herself up, woozy. Using the ropes to steady herself, the wounded amazon would turn, simply trying to put on a good show whilst she caught her breath.

Rebecca stalked her prey as she got back to her feet, really enjoying making an example out of the Italian, proving why she was the one true amazon in AFW as she showed off her brute force for the crowd. Now she just had to wait for Diana to get back in the fight so she could continue to make the bikini wearing Italian suffer for her amusement and the crowd's arousal, and she had the perfect hold for it.

Reaching out she tried to grab Diana by the arm, yanking her into the center of the ring and turn her around, get her facing away from the ebony giantess and out towards the crowd.