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

Diana herself was unsure whether the time itself given to her by Suzumi insisting herself back on her former Angel cohort was what had given her back her breath, or if her own adrenaline had forced the Italian's lungs to fill back up. She had a burst of energy, all she had to do was perfectly target it. One misstep, and Kishima would have the Italian's fate sealed.

She'd continue to feign defeat at her current state, even as the Bomber began to pose to the crowd, giving all the signs to even someone like Diana who was unfamiliar with her ring finesse that she was preparing to seal the deal on the Italian. Diana would make sure to put her limited acted skill to the test, as a yanking of her hair and a cocky comment by Kishima was answered with the most desperate sounding wheeze Diana could muster, making sure to add a weak eye movement to suggest that she didn't even have the most basic of senses about her. Not how she at all would of liked the match to go, but to her shame, Diana knew that if Kishima was onto her and aware of her second wind of sorts, she'd of likely punched it out of her there and then.

Following the cue given to her, she'd rise to something of a crouch as Bomber began to make her pace for the ropes. Only, as her foe begin to run with her back to her, Diana would make something of a tactical slide forward; the idea being that when Kishima would finally turn back round, she would not have the wind-up range she presumed to have for her infamous Lariat.

And most noticeably, instead of finding a placid stumbling Italian upon her return, she'd find Diana half crouched still, with hands ready to latch to her foes hips. Attempting to use her foes momentum before she could even raise her arm fully, Diana would finally stand with her foe in her grip, attempting something of a European lift. If all went to plan, albeit even with her high level of fatigue, Diana would throw her foe off her feet a short distance or so, straight into the air. From there, all Diana had to do was release her arms and throw them wide whilst stepping into her foe, attempting to bring shoulder to abs, in brutal fashion. With her foes momentum, weight and now drop to the ground working against her, let alone whatever was left in the Italian, Diana would attempt to finish the match herself with an adjusted version of her own manoeuvre, The Italian Spear!

This was it. Kishima had it in the bag. She’d been in similar situations more times in her career than she could count. And Diana was showing all the telltale signs that she was ready to eat the most brutal lariat of her career. It was just a matter of delivering it.

The Bomber bounded off the ropes and was running full speed at the Italian. Still looking good. The dark haired powerhouse wasn’t doing anything to set off any red flags in Kishima’s mind…that is, until the very moment she started swinging her powerful arm forward. What should’ve come next was the sickening impact of that limb bashing into Diana’s skull like a baseball bat, and Diana collapsing in a heap on the mat. Instead, Kishima suddenly felt herself being lifted up into the air! She blinked and froze in a split second of confusion, and then it hit her…

“UGHH!!” she gasped out as Diana’s shoulder plowed itself right into Kishima’s stomach and drove her down onto her back with a violent impact! The Bomber’s limbs were limp as they rested on the mat. Her lungs tried to refill the air that had just been blasted out of them, but that was proving to be a difficult task. One look at the anguished expression on Kishima’s face was enough to tell how much pain she was in. She wanted to get up, or at least roll away to safety. But her mind was in a heavy daze, and her body wasn’t cooperating with her…

Delivering her manoeuvre which itself was somewhat describable as a spine-buster, albeit with Diana's entire figure, strength, and a little momentum behind it, Diana couldn't help but smile even a little as the assault connected, driving her foe down with enough force to satisfy the Italian. Part of her wanted to roll off Bomber then; to simply lay beside the woman and pant her lungs out with arms spread eagle. Hell, she didn't want the match to end on such a last ditch effort of her own accord, but given the sheer power of her foe, power that would soon be recovering, not to mention the Tsunami trying to find her feet to roll in and save the match for herself, Diana didn't have a choice.

Forcing herself to stay on top of Kishima the moment she slammed her foe down, her left hand would hold onto her foes right arm, whilst the other pressed it's forearm weakly into Kishima's neck. It wouldn't be anything close to a choke, but it certainly wouldn't be a pleasant touch on her foes neck to behold. Then again, a submission wasn't on the Italian's mind. Her true intentions became clear for all to see as the referee soon slid beside the two of the, raising her own arm as it became apparent Diana was merely trying to stop her foe resisting rather than force a tap out.

"One!"

Kishima weakly groaned as Diana shuffled on top of her, while the Itlaian moved to pin her down. A hand grabbed onto her wrist, and an arm rested over her neck and collarbone. Had this been near the start of the match, it would’ve taken next to nothing to force a shoulder up and break this pin.

“Two…!”

But in her current state, that was a task much easier said than done. That move had effectively blasted all the air right out of the Bomber. Her head, back and stomach were all in considerable pain. And the room seemed to be spinning around her. But quite easily the worst part about all of this was that she was still conscious for all of it.

After all the shit Diana had said, Kishima had been eager to shut the young Italian up. Now she was on her back, pinned down. And no matter how much she tried to will herself to kick out, the only thing she was able to force from her body was some light squirming from her legs.

Please, not like this… she inwardly pleaded with herself, praying something would save her from the humiliation that was less than a second away…

Despite her considerations against it moments ago, now that a pinfall victory seemed so close, Diana was happy for such to end that way. After all, the match might not of been as dominant as the Italian wanted, but there was one aspect that couldn't be ignored. In Diana's and Kishima's first meeting, not to mention Suzumi, Diana was about to come out on top. There would be plenty of moments in the future to attain the 'perfect victory' she so sought for against the woman. But right now? She'd take solace in being the one to win the lethal triple threat.

"...Three!"

And just like that. Diana had done it. Her body had already begun to turn slightly, as she prepared to roll onto her back next to the Bomber. Before she did though, she simply couldn't resist in one but brief twisting of the knife she'd just stabbed right into Kishima's pride. Leaning in, she'd whisper a phrase through tired breaths, that she knew would piss her hated foe off to no end, right before she rolled off Kishima and conked out next to her.

"...Heh....Yukiko...would of broke out..."

She heard the three count, and the ringing of the bell almost immediately after confirmed Kishima’s nightmare to be reality. The Bomber had just been pinned but the disrespectful punk whose mouth she’d so confidently come out to personally shut tonight. The Italian had the disadvantage of facing not one, but two former Angels hellbent on teaching her a lesson. Yet in the end Kishima was the one on her back, helpless and defeated.

The violet haired bruiser slammed her eyes shut. It was the only thing she could do to try to hide from the humiliation of it. But there was no hiding from it, as Diana then went out of her way to let Kishima know.

The words softly spoken into her ear pierced at her pride like a dagger. Kishima grit her teeth and clenched her fists. But even as much as she wanted to slug Diana right in the face, she didn’t have the strength. As much as it hurt, all Kishima could do was swallow her pride and hope for a chance at revenge down the road.

Groaning with the effort, the Bomber rolled to the ropes until she slipped out underneath them, easing herself onto her feet outside the ring while putting her hands on the apron to support herself. One hand moved over her still-aching abs while she viciously glared at the victorious Italian.

“This…isn’t over…..” she practically hissed at the woman, before starting to stumble away. Sensing she’d have trouble making it on her own, a few stagehands came running in. One put the Bomber’s arm around his shoulders and helped her back up the aisle, while the others went to check on Diana and Suzumi, and help them get backstage as well.

The brutal battle tonight had ended, but the war had only begun…

Winner via pinfall: Diana Accera