Stone Age Aggression: Diana Accera Vs Sabre

Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

In her relentless pursuit of a good fight, another name in Diana's list had gained somewhat of a highlight. Already clad in her wrestling bikini, Diana stared intently at the image of her foe stuck to her dressing room mirror. Sabre. The stone age babe. Simply put, just from the reputation of the woman, Diana was in for the ruthless fight she so desperately desired. Pacing down to the entrance curtain, arms waving freely at her side in a stretch, she'd bounce on her toes, stretching her neck up and down, before emerging, ready to meet her stone age foe.

Spoiler:

Eyes on the ring, staring like it were some prey the wild beast known as Diana had placed her eyes on, she'd march down the ramp. Her music blaring, it wouldn't take long before the Italian amazon reached the ring side with her quick, determined pace, rolling under the ropes, as per the norm failing to respond to the reign of boos earned from her ruthless aggression in the ring and somewhat negative attitude when addressing the crowd. Finding her home in her corner of the ring, she'd rest, buxom figure glistening in the light, arms draped over the ropes, eager to meet the stone age babe.

The danger that was Sabre would soon step out onto the stage. No music played. She juat didnt feel like having them play it, like they would bother with it anyway. The Stone Age Babe would raise her arms to flex her muscles.

She let out a loud yell and walks into the ring. No words would be said from Sabre unless her opponent was going to sat something to her first. Although, she would let out a grunt and her eyes would narrow at looking at her opponent.

Bouncing on her toes, Sabre definitely had the physique of a woman who could give her the fight she wanted. Shaking off her arms, she'd step forward centre of the ring, hands in a boxer like stance, as she awaited both her foe to ideally do so, and the referee to of course ring the bell.

With a low growl, Sabre walks towards the center of the ring in a menacing way. She looked the woman up and down and barred her teeth. She liked that tho woman was yet another big woman. Sabre personally liked that in an opponent.

"..Name?" Is all she asked. She wanted to know who was getting grounded into the floor by the powerful Sabre.

Diana did not respond, her eyes clearly examining the fine physique of Sabre over giving a response to a question that in her mind, Sabre should already know. She'd begin to circle, a dark grunt escaping her somewhat dark smile, bouncing on her toes, keen to show that she simply wasn't interested in discussing with the woman before her. Her focus seemed to be on getting straight to business.

Finally.

Someone that would have the same low level of care when it came to idle conversations. Sabre's muscles tensed up when the bell rang. She would try to spring forward and lock up with the other big woman.

Diana would raise an eye ever so slightly, as it became apparent her toned foe didn't care for the fact she flat out ignored her. Her mouth too would raise ever so slightly in a dark smile, as Sabre seemed too to be the foe more action orientated than conversation, before her mouth would again return to it's somewhat grim, but focused look.

Stepping forward, neither bothering to size the other up in the form of circling, ducking in and out, trying to test their respective foe etc., the two women would seemingly skip that 'dance,' arms meeting directly and quickly.

Diana would immediately brace, more focused on giving her foe no ground over trying to outright pour power into it, more keen to discover the levels of Sabre's reputable strength rather than simply try to see if she could back her up.

Sabre was not one to really be a technical fighter. Against certian people she would love to torture them in submissions. But an opponent like this wouldnt be easy to submit. So Sabre would have to use her strength and beat the opponent down.

After a few moments of pushing, Sabre didnt see a budge. So, she decided to go low, reaching for the woman's waist to grab her.

Holding firm like a immovable object, Diana still opted to try and make the woman wear herself down, rather than take control. Just from the feel of Sabre, Diana knew that she would not gain ground easily nor quickly in a test of strength.

Arms still locked, Diana would soon find her hands gripping air, as Sabre seemed to duck low for a waist lock, the Italians own arms quickly falling on her foes in response.

Sabre wouldnt push forward. Sabre would instead let out a growing yell. "Rrrraaaghh!" The cave woman tries to lift the other big woman off of the floor with her strength. Just to show her opponent just who she was messing with. And maybe to slam her down onto the canvas as well.