Stone Age Aggression: Diana Accera Vs Sabre

Hoisted up by her waist, Diana would turn her head, quickly realising her foe intended to slam her. Smiling somewhat at the power of her foe, the Italian would quickly wrap her arms around the head of Sabre, whilst her legs would try to lock down just over her foes hips, trying to lock in a guillotine before she was slammed.

In the moment too deep to realize that she was being caught up, Sabre lifted the opponent off of the ground, slamming her down. When she tried to get back up, she let out a confused and angry grunt. Only then did Sabre feel the arms around her neck and legs around her waist. "Grrr...."

Grunting somewhat as her back connected with the canvas, her limbs briefly going weak, Diana would quickly try and re-affirm her lock, trying to both scissor the girls waist and pull painfully on her neck.

Sabre was now caught up by uer opponent. She let out a loud yell in the woman's face. She was still on her own feet, but that would not be for Lon if that's what the opponent aimed to do, bringing her down. Making a good attempt at it, Sabre tried to strengthen her grip and lift Diana up to slam her down again.

The guillotine still hanging, Diana stuck to her foe like a limpet, she soon found herself hoisted clean off the canvas, dead weight, by the ridiculous strength of her foe.

Clenching her body as she began to rise for what she suspected to be a slam, her shoulders and head would meet the canvas, the latter less so from clever tucking of her upper body. Her hold reduced to nothing, she'd release, limbs coming up into a defensive posture as her foe had her mounted.

Sabre leans out a loud huff of air and slammed her opponent down. She collapsed onto her knees before slowly getting back up. "Ugh...You bitch..."

Sabre was feeling the effects of that choke. More than normal. Maybe it was her opponent was just that strong? It made the masked woman flash a sadistic grin under malice. If given the time, she would stand up on two feet and lift up one of those feet to slam down on her opponent's stomach.

Down on the ground, Diana could somewhat appreciate the toned figure of her foe, eyes catching full view between her guarding arms. Sure enough, said figure wasn't too happy about the Italian trying to choke her a shade of red.

A foot came down into the Italian's guts for her efforts, catching between the somewhat mediocre guard she had set with her hands and knees. Grunting from the sheer sharpness of the strike, both hands would come down and latch onto her foes ankle, somewhat desperately twisting her foes leg to her right.

Sabre got to stomp her opponent hard. She tried to lift her foot back up to do the same thing once again. But she disnt think her foot was caught! She let out a confused growl and became unbalanced enough to fall over onto her side before Diana.

She tries to roll away but, again, her foot was caught by the large opponent.

Catching her foe firmly seemed to greatly piss off the stone age babe, the Italian grunting as she tried to keep attached. Sabre would soon fall, but given the distance away she fell, taking control immediately simply wasn't on the cards.

Her foes leg shaking and bucking with all the force of a kicking mule, Diana would simply opt to release, trying to pull herself to a crouch. From there, she'd try to suddenly burst forward, trying to essentially jump on the kneeling Sabre's back!

Being released, all she could think about was moving away. Moving away and getting back at the woman. Sabre rolled over onto her stomach and starts to rise. But that escape plan was out to rest when Diana came down on her back.

Sabre let out a loud and pained cry, her body collapsing down to the floor.