Fallen Angels: Bomber Kishima vs Diana Accera

Kishima groaned and writhed about on the ground in agony, neither of which did much to either alleviate the intense pain in her skull or prevent her Italian rival from dragging her back up to her feet. Many in the crowd marveled at Diana’s strength as she essentially pulled the Bomber’s dead weight right off the ground to get her up, though regretfully this was one case Kishima wasn’t in much of a position to share their enthusiasm.

She felt fingers lace themselves through her purple locks and latch on, then a few seconds later her head was thrust down, sending her face first right onto the apron! The impact forced a pained grunt from Kishima as her head whipped back up, seemingly in a daze. But just when it seemed she might topple over, the Bomber suddenly whipped around, roaring out and hurling a mighty forearm strike right at Diana’s jaw!

Diana was rare to use outside sources to inflict pain upon her opponent. Using a weapon was a big no-no for the Italian; if anything, it was simply another way for her to scream that she needed help in order to make up for damage her frame couldn't inflict. Using the environment was something she was a little more leaner towards, albeit something she still preferred against.

But again, with Kishima, norms did not apply.

Forcing Kishima's face to meet canvas, Diana would tie her fingers in between the woman's locks, fully intending to force her skull down yet again, most likely multiple times infact. After that first slam however, she'd find herself victim to one of the Bomber's infamous forearm strikes!

Head jerking back in thanks to the strike landing upon her chin, the Italian would release her tied fingers, falling to her knee. She would have gone further had her own hand not found the ring apron, slowly using it as a rope of sorts to try and obtain a standing posture.

It would take a second at most to rise, perhaps another to gain posture and stance. But against Bomber Kishima?

It might as well of been an hour.

There wasn’t anything remotely fancy about a forearm strike. It couldn’t have been more simple or straightforward. But when they packed enough power as the shot Kishima had just delivered, as all could clearly see, they could get the job done. Diana had been right on her since the opening bell, but now Kishima had given herself an opening to work with it.

And she fully intended to make the most of it.

Huffing out a few growling breaths through grit teeth, the Bomber went to grab the wrist of the hand Dianna was using to grasp the apron. Then she turned and waved one arm to the side while barking out a single warning to the photographers and cameramen in the immediate vicinity.

“MOVE!”

None needed to be told twice. Everyone scattered instantly, giving Kishima a clear line of sight toward the barricade. Taking a firm grip of Dianna’s wrist with both hands, then then ran a couple steps toward the barricade before whipping the Italian right at it with all the strength she could muster!

The moment Diana rose, she had every intention of making her hated rival eat a strike from her of similar power. All she had to do was stand, unhindered, with a clear path between her arm and Kishima's mug.

Easier said than done. A lot easier said than done.

Just as she began to make the motions for likely a wide hook, she found her opposing arm gripped; body pulled with such forced that her reared arm had already begun to flail. She could only turn her head into where Kishima was gesturing her, her foes screams giving away her intentions before she even began to Irish Whip the Italian.

Not that the warning helped. Diana was still thrown with near enough nothing to say about it.

Trying her best to brace against the move, Diana instead found herself replicating Kishima's own experience with the barricade moments ago; inadvertently twisting and finding her back making full contact with the surface, the momentum only making the pain so much worse.

She'd take her back and shoulders being victim to the barricade over her vulnerable skull, but the end result would still be the same. Diana on her side, arms outstretched, gasping and writhing in pain as she rested both on the floor, and a little against the barricade.

Launching Diana into the barricade felt amazing, and afterward the Bomber paused for a few seconds. Both to admire her handiwork and to catch her breath a bit. As intense a match as this was already shaping up to be, chances for brief moments of rest like these weren’t likely to come often. But then she went right back to work.

Marching over to the downed Italian, she reached down and grabbed her by her pretty dark locks. Only at that moment did she hear a loud, “FIVE!” coming from the referee. She wasn’t sure when the count had started, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t close to being counted out, and Kishima didn’t plan on keeping things outside the ring any longer anyway.

Once Diana was up to her feet again the violet haired bruiser would drag her back over to the ring and roll her in under the bottom rope, following right behind to break the count and take the action back into the ring once again.

In her current state Diana was easy to control, finding her locks grappled with absolute no defence whatsoever. Her own ears were ringing a bit from the solid collision with the barricade and damage already delivered back and forth between the two, namely the impromptu 'No-I-Can-Hit-Harder-Than-You' challenge that started the match.

In truth, the referee could of been calling the last few seconds of a count-out or a count-out itself, it wouldn't of mattered. Right now, Diana was putty, as shown when she found herself rolled under the bottom rope with exactly zero resistance. Her senses would recover, but as ever she'd need a little time.

Albeit, she couldn't feel a little ridiculous over her gratefulness towards Kishima for ensuring her save. She would of likely made the way to the ring of her own accord in time, eventually mind, but at least this way the violence could continue on a much quicker pace.

Against just about anyone else, this would be a point where Kishima would just crawl over her downed foe and go for a pin. Chances were unlikely that she’d get a three count out of it. But it would force her opponent to exert some energy to get her off, allow Kishima a brief moment of rest, and give her a few extra seconds to plan her next move.

But Diana Accera wasn’t most opponents. Kishima wanted to hammer as much pain into this bitch as she possibly could! Fuck taking a moment for rest and planning!

So, moving over to her foe’s prone body, Kishima would reach down and wrap her arms around the Italian’s waist, then stand up straight to deadlift her right off the mat. She’d turn herself a bit to get the right angle she wanted, then with a heavy grunt she’d twist her body and attempt to throw Diana up and over with a big gutwrench suplex right in the middle of the ring!

Diana was happy to play dead for the moment atleast, not out of desire to slow the match down. She had the same, if not greater thrill of a fast paced fight than her foe had, but she was smart enough to figure that Kishima would opt to continue the momentum even if Diana didn't appear willing. Which of course, she did. She just wanted Kishima to do the work right now.

Only throwing a groan as she lay there, Kishima would find her arms around Diana's side and waist easily enough, even lifting her up off the ground in deadweight fashion without much fuss. Only as her foe moved her into a position to throw her up and over, Diana would aim to come alive. With both arms latching hold of the arms that bind her, she'd aim to bring her foot for what she could up closer to her foes head, trying to shove that bare sole repeatedly into Kishima's chin, ideally before Diana was thrown!

Diana seemed nice and docile when Kishima hoisted her up off of the mat, so there didn’t seem to be any obstacles to prevent her from suplexing the Italian down to the mat with a mighty crash! But when the Bomber tried to do just that, she was stopped when her foe’s bare foot slammed right against her chin.

“Ngh! Hold still dammit!” Kishima barked through grit teeth while continuing the effort to lift Diana up and over. But that effort was punished with a series of vicious kicks right to the face. The blows were heavy enough that they were starting to knock Kishima groggy. And as much as she wanted to slam Diana down as hard as she could, it wasn’t worth getting knocked out over.

Reluctantly she let go of her foe and dropped her down on the mat while staggering back, one hand moving over her now aching jaw while her brain worked to try to unscramble itself.