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

The modified camel clutch, whilst lacking the limb restricting qualities of the usual camel clutch, had somewhat of a longer lasting effect; the hold arching the back of the Italian as the giantess focused solely on trying to seemingly crack the woman rather than restrain her. A lasting effect, to say the least.

There was next to no refusing the amazon's pull when Diana was stood, the big Italian forced centre of the ring, her spare arm still somewhat cradling her near cracked back. She was forced to look out into the crowd, heaving as Rebecca still held her arm. Diana took what deep breaths she could, praying that the next hold the giantess would apply, she'd be quick enough to turn against her. Or at least be less painful.

"Hope you're exhibitionist as well as masochistic." Rebecca half-whispered, half-growled into Diana's ear as she began to set up her next way of torturing the muscular Italian, trying to twist both her arms behind her forcefully before lifting her up by the same stretched and twisted arms, holding her high in to the air for all the crowd to see.

Diana wouldn't have chance to fight the grip of the bigger woman, as she began to painfully twist her arms into the double chicken-wing hold. That been said, even if she did have the time, she likely couldn't of fought given the damning power of the giant.

She'd let out a fierce scream as she was hoisted off her feet; her arms being painfully hyper-extended downwards, the Italian's legs somewhat dangling backwards into the sides of the giant. She'd clench her eyes shut, shaking her head, trying her best to force herself to survive.

Rebecca grinned as she hoisted the Italian into the air, showing off Diana's impressive body to the paying audience and the pervs watching at home, even taking the time to walk around, parading her foe across the ring as though she had been already made into the amazon's trophy, "Ready to give up yet?" The Ebony Giantess called up "Or do you want to suffer more?"

Dianas great desire to keep silent and show the giant she'd get no satisfaction from getting a audible response from her painful manoeuvres was beginning to be overwhelmed by the sheer pain in her arms, as Rebecca seemed determined to try and make herself an Italian pretzel.

Diana's legs would attain a solely dangling position as the Italian began to somewhat roar in agony, her head shaking and eyes clenched shoot. The best she could do given the restraining manoeuvre she was in was swing her legs back.

Whilst of course her somewhat desperate kicks would definitely hit their target, they had next to no power in them. What could of been crippling kicks from the Italian was instead random but quick swayings of her leg backwards into the giant, that could of accomplished likely nothing more but making the lift somewhat hard to continue.

"There we go!" Rebecca let out as Diana started to make some noise in the giantess' cruel hold "Now how about a sentence? Or is that too much for you right now? How about one cry of pain for yes, two for no?" she mocked, keeping her slowly tiring arms up in the air. The amazon was going to be the last person to admit it, but even she had limits, and holding the big Italian up awkwardly like this for long enough to get a submission out of the prideful woman was going to push those limits hard, and that's before Diana started kicking backwards.

The Italian's kicks were more flails than anything with a great degree of force behind them, but when Diana's boot smacked into the ebony giantess' breasts it stung enough to force Rebecca to abandon her hold and back off. The sharp sting catching her off guard as she let go and stepped away, rubbing her now sore breast gently.

As Diana landed somewhat awkwardly on her feet, immediately obtaining a crouching positioning, she'd have each arm soothe the other by the elbow. She couldn't deny that the pain in her arms was like no other, but expected nonetheless from a opponent of such size and calibre. And to top it off, she was almost demanding Diana speak.

Still crouching, the Italian would pivot best she could, throwing somewhat of a sweeping kick. Had she been fresh, the kick would of likely taken most foes base completely from them. Then again, she was far from a mint condition wrestler, and Rebecca wasn't exactly typical foe. Still, Diana couldn't help but finally speak, even after throwing a kick that could of gained no more than a brief stumble, as the Italian herself stepped back.

"How's that, bitch!"

Rebecca was all nice and ready to get back to slugging it out with the hopefully hurting Italian, maybe a couple of shots to the head would dissuade Diana from putting up more of a fight, but once the ebony amazon had finished re-adjusting her top to prevent any wardrobe malfunctions Diana was on the move, her strong leg smacking into the side of the giantess' knee, forcing the big woman to cradle it briefly as she went down to one knee. The disadvantages of being two meters tall, legs even as solid as hers became big targets.

Diana's own arms felt somewhat weird, sensations running through them that she simply hadn't experienced before, full sense only now slowly returning to them. It went without saying that the brief lock was one of the most painful holds Diana had suffered in AFW, and she could only shudder at the thought of the pain had she not so luckily forced a release.

After landing the kick, Diana would rise, somewhat mimicking her foe in adjustment of her top, more in a mocking fashion than to serve a actual use. "That would of been awkward..." She'd mutter in somewhat of a flat tone, referring to the amazon almost exposing herself.

Throwing a sly smile, the Italian would aim to capitalise on her briefly stumbling foe, by taking a great step forward with her left, before shooting up her right, aiming for a clean and brisk shoot style kick square into the amazons now easier to reach gut. Favouring the use of her legs right now over her arms, Diana knew the kick was far from something which would end the fight, more hoping she could simply knock the wind out of her foe.

"It's more of a comfort thing..." Rebecca mumbled back as she began to stand back up, only for Diana to continue her efforts in making the ebony giantess as uncomfortable as possible with a heavy kick to the Amazon's abs. She was back on two feet for know, but doubled over in front of the Italian, no doubt looking for revenge for the pain and humiliation dished out.