Talk Shit, Get Hit

Both strikes seemed to have met with near equal response and result, the anger of Bomber's strike equalling that of the quick thinking Dianas. She wouldn't have much time to lick her wounds as the strike forced her to step back somewhat, as Kishima decided to try and take the scuffle to the ground.

Falling with Bomber, the moment would resemble something you'd expect to see in mud wrestling, with both women rolling, scratching and roaring around the floor! Neither women gaining advantage over the other, the closeness of the two preventing either rearing back their bodies for hellish blows, all Diana could do in response to the somewhat awkward roll and clinch was slap and scratch her foe.

Echoes of 'Fight!' would come from some of the crowd, a small few who had recognised Diana from her few AFW bouts. The majority of said crowd was unsure what to do, throwing a mixture of shocked and almost scared gazes. Suzumi would soon be joined by security in their efforts to restrain both women; security who expected nothing more than a overzealous fan, not a borderline body builder getting in Kishima's face!

Suzumi and said security would separate the two with varying success, the Italian somewhat kicking and shaking like a wild animal, swearing for her to be released.

Kishima would’ve loved to just lay into Diana with a barrage of hellacious punches that would make the Italian regret insulting her the way she had. But as it was, with them constantly rolling over each other just to try to get a good enough position, such an opportunity was granted for neither of them. The bomber threw as many punches as she could while simultaneously trying to avoid the raking of Diana’s nails, but her strikes were mild at best. If she was lucky there just might be a tiny bruise or two left on this chick, but nothing to brag about. Though if they fought for much longer, that could all potentially change pretty quickly.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Suzumi was first to dive into the mix to try to separate them. Throwing herself into the crossfire almost certainly meant a few stray scratches and strikes would unintentionally find their way to her. But she wasn’t alone in her efforts for long as the security team soon flooded in to assist her!

“Ngh! Let go of me!” Kishima yelled out while thrashing around in the grip of several men, all the while glaring viciously in Diana’s direction. “This isn’t over, bitch! You hear me?!” she yelled out while continuing to struggle futilely against the security personnel restraining her.

The two women had gone from well dressed well tended to superstars to near cave-women in seconds; each woman's hair ruffled as if they'd just woken up, their clothes somewhat stretched and pulled out of place. Her flurry of desperate strikes and scratches back would be somewhat dampened as more figures found its way into the mix. Sure, Diana was a bitch, but she wasn't the sort who'd purposefully strike a nigh-bystander, and that included Suzumi.

Forced to her feet, the Italian would somewhat roar as each arm was gripped by a different man, a near perfect mirror image of her foe, as the two seemed to want more of each other. Continuing to thrash, she'd turn her head somewhat, spitting onto the space on the floor the two had moments ago filled.

"What, need a fucking cheap shot to kick things off?! Piece of shit, your damn right this ain't over!"

“Cheap?! Please, you asked for it!” Kishima spat back, still thrashing about while the security team fought to keep her restrained. “You’re lucky security saved you! Fight me in the ring and I’ll kick your ass all day long!”

Kishima wasn’t sure which was more fun to picture in her mind: turning the Italian’s pretty, smug face black and blue with an endless barrage of heavy punches, or knocking her out cold in one shot with one of her brutal lariats. Either way she wanted nothing more right now than to get her hands on Diana again. Unfortunately, it seemed security wasn’t too keen on letting that happen. And now they were starting to drag the bomber off as far away from the scene as possible, though she went kicking and screaming the whole way.

Diana had somewhat lowered her own thrashing, somewhat satisfied that Bombers rage had overwhelmed and fuelled her to continue her efforts. Still, security held her an arm each, not at all wanting the Italian to be even given the chance for a huge forward lunge. Diana was somewhat lucky in the events that unfolded; had she been the one to kick off the violence, she would of most likely received somewhat of a serious AFW response.

Getting in the face of two AFW pros whilst advertising the company? Not good.

But Kishimi kicking things off, even if provoked? Considerably better.

Some distance had been created between the two as the woman threw her threats, the Italian simply throwing a cocky smirk and nodding in response. She hadn't forgotten about the other former Angel though, even if they hadn't exchanged strikes.

She'd begin to prepare words of her own, opening her mouth and extending a finger to point against the woman. Instead, she'd throw yet another dark smile, opting for a more simple, yet still effective response to Suzumi, with her arm raised.

She simply raised her middle finger at the woman as she was essentially pushed back out the building.

Kishima heard Suzumi telling her to calm her ass down. But it was only when her fellow ex-Angel looked her in the eye that the bomber’s attention shifted away from the smug Italian who’d made the poor decision of going a step too far with her taunting. Then she actually listened to what her friend was telling her. And gradually she felt herself starting to calm down bit by bit.

Suzumi was right. Kishima had let Diana get under her skin way too easy. The bomber had just acted on emotion rather than think the situation through. That was dangerous, and she knew it.

Her eyes moved to find Diana again when Suzumi addressed her, and caught her just in time to see the middle finger being raised at her, with that smug little grin still plastered on a face Kishima very much just wanted to punch as hard as she could. But she controlled herself. And as if rewarding her for her cooperation, the security team finally let go of the bomber, though they remained in front of her like a human wall to make sure the fight didn’t have a chance to pick back up again.

“Security won’t save you next time!” Kishima called out to Diana, then kept her gaze focused on the Italian while security proceeded to escort her away. That was likely going to bring an abrupt end to this little autograph session too, but that was the least of Kishima’s worries. As far as she was concerned, the sooner she could have her chance at Diana, the better.