Triple Threat Match: Bomber Kishima vs Suzumi Ishikawa vs Diana Accera

Whilst Diana wasn't at the peak yet where a pin or submission would be easy, she sensed both her compatriots in the match shared such, with both Suzumi still showing signs of life, and of course Kishima now in the drivers seat. Still, a forearm connecting neatly and without issue to that Italian jaw certainly wouldn't help her, as Diana would be immediately smashed backwards into a stumble-only saved from falling flat on her rear via her hand latching onto the ring canvas to her side.

She'd look up with a fierce scowl at the woman for a moment before bringing it down to the floor, hand already rubbing what was lucky not to be a broken jaw. She didn't dare antagonise the woman further; hell, if anything, she needed a favour in the form of the Bomber turning her favour back to Suzumi.

Albeit with the fact both women visibly despised each other, alongside the fact Diana didn't fall all the way down to the cavnas, further pain was soon to be a certainty.

Kishima was more than willing to bet Diana would’ve liked a moment to rest and regroup. But seeing her dazed and barely keeping her balance, the Bomber liked the opening before her way too much to simply ignore it.

Moving toward the Italian, she’d grab the woman’s wrist then turn her head to look behind her. “Heads up!” she called out, waving away a pair of cameramen standing in the path. Then once they’d moved, if Diana failed to stop her, she’d whip the woman with all her strength toward the barricade, hoping to send her crashing into it!

Diana was given something of a joyous second to catch herself, before Kishima decided more torture was due. Gripping her arm, Diana would simply opt to once more stand, again choosing to aid in the rise rather than simply force the Bomber to yank her arm out of her socket and force her up anyway. A bead of sweat coming down into her vision, she'd blink a numerous amount of times to regain clarity; time utilised by her foe to clear a path towards her execution grounds, as it were.

Thrown again without offering resistance, Diana would somewhat stumble part way towards the barricade. Had the stumble being earlier, she would of completely missed the intention of her foe, instead landing considerably less painfully on her front on the mat. Instead, the timing of her stumble due to lack of stability ensured the Italian would somewhat collide with the barricade fully from a part sideways stance, quickly falling flat to the ground regardless thanks to gravity, coughing out and yelping in pain!

Kishima watched in delight as Diana crashed and burned. It had taken a bit of time to get to this point, but now she finally had the Italian right where she wanted her. Diana had gone out of her way to get under the bomber’s skin the day they’d met, and it was coming back to bite her.

Moving over to her downed foe, Kishima crouched down and grabbed a handful of her black mane, then began to guide her back up off the ground. “What’s the matter? Don’t feel like talking shit now that you’re getting your ass kicked?” she taunted while walking the girl back over toward the ring. And as she did, she remembered the other participant in this match. Suzumi still seemed to be incapacitated at ringside from what she could tell.

“Just hang tight, Suzu. I’ll wrap this up,” she said as she attempted to roll Diana back in the ring under the bottom rope.

Suzumi began to stir, hearing Kishimi speak. She was on her hands and knees now, weakly crawling towards Bomber Kishimi and Diana. bomber was in control and Suzumi did have something of a score to settle with her. It seemed like whenever Suzumi got momentum Bomber snatched it away.

She couldn't let that slide, however she was still so banged up that moving at all hurt like hell. She groaned as she tried to make it up to her feet. She didn't know what she could do but she didn't want to lay there like a slug the whole match or just crawl around. She had to at least show everyone that she wasn't completely out of it. Bomber had picked up Diana to roll her and Suzumi wanted to give bomber a taste of her own medicine!

Foolishly, or ingeniously whichever the case was Suzumi tried to catch Bomber off guard as she rolled Diana under the ropes looking to catch her with a clothesline!

Yet again, Diana opted to simply keep her mouth shut as Kishima rag dolled her back up into her embrace, before trying to throw the Italian inside the ring, aiming to put away the Italian if her words to Suzumi were anything to go by. Diana would simply do as told, still keeping her lips together to try and prevent further reason for her foe to opt to bounce her head off the ring side, and then roll her in regardless. Diana rather would play the long game, perhaps somewhat hoping Kishima would think the Italian was ripe as she was for a pin.

As luck would have it, the moment Kishima released her hands on the Italian's fierce locks, Diana's heated foe was reminded of the third contender in the triple threat. Now given more chance to find her pace, the Italian would turn onto her front dead centre of the ring, hands to her sides as if slightly poised. She'd purposefully make herself look somewhat dead to the world; head tilted, with a exhausted look on her face. Whilst in truth she was exhausted, she'd purposefully squint her eyes and keep her breath low, as if trying to lure a predator in close under the pretence she was easy pickings...

Right after she sent Diana rolling back into the ring, Kishima heard something off to the side that grabbed her attention. Rapid footsteps were approaching, and she turned to face them just in time to get a split second glimpse of Suzumi’s arm before it crashed into her chest with a thud! The smack echoed through the building, and Kishima stumbled back a few steps…but she stayed on her feet.

Every eye in the stands now turned to Suzumi, and the facial expression of just about every fan in attendance was one that silently said, “You just fucked up.”

As if to confirm the sentiment, Kishima suddenly bolted forward and hurled her right arm out, aiming to blast Suzumi with an almost point blank Napalm Lariat! There was a reason Kishima was known as the Lariat Queen, and it seemed Suzu needed to be reminded of that.

Suzumi wanted to show these two powerhouses that she was no whipping girl. She took some big moves and spent a fair amount of time incapacitated, which did not sit well with her.

Her ineffective clothesline made her feel insignificant. The return nspalm lariat that crashed into her, upending her so hard she spun in the air, landing on her stomach devastated her both mind and body even worse!

Once more Suzumi was laying on the ground as a non-factor, this time not making a sound or even moving!

Laying in her specific pose in an effort to exhume no threat whatsoever, Diana's slightly turned head might not of been gazing directly at the two scuffling but she still caught wind of what was occurring out of the corner of her eye. From likely a combination of pure strength and determination to stay standing and claim her victory, Kishima had just tanked Suzumi's clothesline, only to return with a lariat of her own which caused her former Angel cohort to flip in the air.

Diana was not a betting woman, but given the fact that both Suzumi was outside the ring, hence energy would of been wasted by Kishima to drag the injured woman inside next to a foe who would of broken up a pin attempt, and Kishima's much more hated foe Diana was already ring bound primed for a finish, she would of bet that the Bomber would soon becoming for her head. Tensing up ever so slightly, Diana would simply keep her posture yet prepare her body to jump up at a moments notice akin to a spring, returning her eyes to a semi-closed state as she feigned death yet still.

It always felt good to hit one of those big lariats of hers, and for a moment Kishima couldn’t help but smile after she sent Suzumi flipping through the air. She took a second to flex her arm for the crowd and take in their cheers, before glancing down at the seemingly unconscious woman on the floor.

“Should’ve just stayed down,” she said, before turning her attention back to the ring.

Sliding in under the bottom rope, Kishima rose back to her feet while reaching a hand out to grab the edge of the elbow pad on her right arm. She peeled it off and flung it out into the crowd for some lucky fan to catch, then raised her fist up high. The crowd recognized the signature sign, and the noise level in the arena quickly elevated again now that everyone knew Kishima was about to try to give Diana the same treatment she’d given Suzumi a moment ago.

Keeping her fist raised, she crouched down just enough to grab onto Diana’s hair with her other hand, then pulled just enough to start guiding the Italian back to her feet. And once she’d started going up again, Kishima would take off running into the ropes ahead and come bounding back, aiming to finish Diana off here and now with a Napalm Lariat!