Diana Accera Vs Saori "Tiger" Takatsuki: Bring Your Tiger To Ring Day

Whereas Saori lacked professional boxing practice, Diana did have the briefest of stints as an amateur boxer before her switching of sports. Where it a boxing match with the restricted rules and such, the Italian would likely come out ontop. That being said, no such restrictions were in place, and her knowledge wouldn't exactly help her if a strike from a woman of Tiger's frame did land cleanly.

Fully prepared, Diana opted to do what you'd most likely be considered stupid for doing, especially against someone like Tiger. She took the punch willingly, without effort of counter or dodging. Her head snapping backwards briefly, she'd wipe her mouth, bringing up her fists once more, essentially trying to no-sell the strike. "That it?" She'd mutter, again putting on the act.

In reality, the strike had horrendous power, and numbed the Italian's cheek to no end. Diana defiantly wouldn't try to strong arm her way through a follow-up strike, if it were to come.

Saori was a bit surprised her fist landed so cleanly, pausing in place for a moment just to watch Diana recover, her punch seemingly not having done much damage. Rather than feel feel intimidated, however, Saori's grin only grew. That sounded like a challenge. "I'm only getting warmed up!"

Taking a small step back, the tall tiger brought up her fists, feeling her excitement grow by the second. It didn't seem like the Italian was going to strike back yet, so Saori lunged in again, this time sending a swift one-two punch combo aimed for Diana's stomach.

Whilst strong-arming another direct strike from Tiger would of perhaps given her a psychological advantage over her equally massive foe, Diana wasn't the sort to risk such a minor advantage over taking a possibly match ending combination from Tiger. Needless to say, she'd do her damn best to avoid such combo connecting.

With her foe closing the distance, the first jab connected neatly right into the Italian's side, before Diana's own arm came down in more of an instinctive response to Tiger's side, blocking the expected follow up strike by simply preventing said hit coming in. From there, she'd let out a somewhat hefty wheeze of air from the single, yet still painful strike connecting, her free arm trying to get a lose clinch on Tiger to prevent further strikes and hopefully gain some time to think.

Though Saori's leading strike landed, the Italian quick managed to block the second. The big Japanese woman readied for another attack, however Diana abruptly grabbed her and pulled her forward into a clinch. It'd be hard to throw any heavy blows from here, but getting in a few light ones would be easy enough, but first...

"C'mon, don't tell me you're tired already?" Saori grinned, pressing her forehead against Diana's and putting their faces quite close to each other.

Not exactly tired, but definitely appreciating the briefest of rests given to her from said clinch. The pressing of foreheads and overall closeness of the moment briefly took away from the intensity of the match, Diana's own eyes throwing a somewhat soft gaze, before turning back to her signature fierce glare. As her long breath rustled along the cheeks of her busty foe, her eyes would lock intently with her foe as she released her taunt.

"Tch...Don't be stupid...I just didn't come here for a boxing match!" She'd roar, before taking what breath she could, intending to switch up the match somewhat.

If she moved quick enough, and if no strong response from Tiger was given, Diana's own hands would suddenly aim to push her large foes arms down to her side. From there, mainly with the goal of moving Tiger's arms before her strong foe could tense and pull them, Diana would bring her own toned body forward. Matching fronts, she'd extend her arms fully around Tiger, aiming to pin Saori's own arms to her side, for a full waist lock in which Diana could manoeuvre her foe how she liked!

"Doesn't matter how we're doin' it, but a fight's a fight!" Saori retorted, readying herself to shove away. But before she could manage, Diana struck first, pinning her arms against her side and putting a crushing grip around her waist.

"H-hey! Let go!" Saori struggled, trying to squirm free from the Italian's grasp.

With the busty figure of her strong foe securely entrapped, Diana focused near solely on simply keeping the lock in place rather than trying to squeeze her foe as if the hold were a bearhug. Her face had found itself somewhat awkwardly just below the chin of her foe; a small price to pay for the closeness that has resulted in a satisfying restraint.

Diana would try for an impressing follow up, suddenly straightening up her figure and pulling Tiger off her feet ever so slightly. From there, with a huge roar, she'd try to run her foe straight into a corner, briefly crushing her against it as she released.

While the hold wasn't tight enough to hurt, it was still pretty uncomfortable and didn't really leave much room for movement. Grunting and squirming, Saori continued to try wriggle her way free, but got distracted by Diana's battle cry. Lifted off her feet, she was rammed backwards against the ring post, her voluptuous body sandwiched between her foe's.

With a gasp of pain, the Japanese woman slumped back against the corner, holding onto the top ropes as she tried to catch her breath and recover.

In her tight, full body embrace of her foe, the onlooking crowd could easily now see just how closely comparable both giants were. With the slightly bigger girl trapped, Diana found success in her manoeuvre, throwing Tiger straight into corner before she hand chance to rear back for a headbutt.

Releasing as she'd squash her foe, Diana would take a brief step back, huffing in the meanwhile as she took a breath. Eyeing her foes hands to either ropes, she'd bring both of her own hands to the top rope to her right, clenching tightly. Lifting her leg up, she'd try to push it somewhat fiercely into the gut of her foe, to try and wear down that undoubtedly extreme stamina, aware that the move was to be a short lived one with both women clenching the ropes.

"GAAH!" Saori cried out as Diana's forehead smacked her right in the face. The blow left her a bit woozy, but she managed to keep her grip on the ropes, tenuously keeping herself upright. Though far from optimal, she did get some assistance in that regard as Diana forced her foot into the Japanese woman's stomach, pinning her up against the post.

Grunting in frustration, Saori let go of the ropes and grabbed onto Diana's ankle. Applying as much of her formidable strength as she could from that position, she attempted to remove the Italian's foot from her belly, while hopefully shoving her away in the process.