The Fairest Muscle Babe Of Them All (For Scorn)

Alaina huffed and glared at the cocky woman. She slid two 2.5lb weights on and then two 5 lb weights. She had never tried 300lbs before, but her slump had led to her training more and more. She knew she was making progress and improving herself even if her record recently didn't reflect that. All that work had to be leading to something.

Alaina slid into place and struggled to raise the bar off the hooks! As it came down Alaina pushed up at first and made next to no progress! Her body was shaking and she roared again, giving it everything she had! Her arms wobbled, her teeth grit and the bar slowly raised up shakily! She was getting near the top and it stalled out, but she screamed out once more.... the bar raising on its wobbly way.....

Done! Alaina locked out her arms and set the bar up completing the toughest bench press rep of her life and new personal best!

Diana watched with a frustrated glare as Alaina moved to adjust the weights yet again. She'd huff as Alaina added even more so this time, going for a even 300lbs. But to Diana, even the slightest was too much. Hell, she probably suspected she couldn't even do 285lbs again upon request. Hoping Alaina would of simply thrown in the towel there and then was obviously just a wasted dream...

Still, Diana would try, despite what her mind was telling her. Sitting upon the bench, she'd give a few rubs to her hands as if to warm them up, before again assuming position, gripping the bar firmly. Once more, bringing the weights down was the easy part, her chest serving as a rest for the bar as she readied herself for the strain to come.

Roaring with enough volume to near fill the arena, the amazon again poured her strength into the push, seemingly trying to match her stronger foe. Only this time, upon the weights beginning to wobble, she'd find herself unable to correct them. The bar falling backwards into the hands of two waiting aides, Diana would sit up with a sour look upon her face.

"FUCK.." Stomping her foot upon the ground, she'd keep her eyes fading off into the distance.

Right now, you couldn't pay her to look at Alaina's likely smug mug.

Contrary to expectations Alaina was stone faced. She stiod with her hands on her hips, still sweating. She was taking as much time to recover as she could. She was back up 2 to 1 and preparing herself for what was next.

She said nothing to Diana and was content to take in the cheers of thw crowd. She looked over at some sort of punching machine. She knew her strikes were some of the best, however she also knew Diana prided herself on striking. This was not going to be easy.

Alaina stepped up, readying herself. After taking a few deep breaths she stepped in and landed as technical and powerful a punch as she could! The sound of the impact was like thunder and after a moment the machine screen lit up with a number. 703. Alaina wasn't sure what exactly it measured but she seemed happy with her reading.

Surprisingly, Diana's glares off into the distance nor her profanity laced outburst wouldn't be met with a cocky reprisal. It fully seemed the two of them were now invested solely in the physical aspect of this bout, rather than trying to mentally stack the cards against one another. A part of Diana thoroughly respected that.

She'd watch out of the corner of her eye as Alaina made her motions towards a machine Diana had yet to actually figure out what was. It soon became apparent as the device flickered to life that it was one near solely in Diana's favour, albeit Alaina made no poor effort. Regardless, Diana stood with a modest confidence about her, albeit she wouldn't flaunt it given the two had reached a zen of sorts in terms of focusing on the contest at hand.

She was a boxer. All she had to do was box.

Assuming a posture she had nigh a million times, Diana would twist her hips as if preparing for a practice blow, before twisting back. Doing the same motion only several times quicker, she'd throw her fist with a powerful motion, as the lights on the machine once more flickered. It was already apparent Alaina was physically stronger in arm-based power, but strike power did not go completely hand in hand with such. Sure, Alaina's power meant her blows would hurt like hell, but a refined punch was often many times more dangerous than a savage yet powerful one.

Such became apparent, as the numbers rolled onto a nice 785.

Alaina shook her head as Daina made things even again. No matter. Next up.....a bikini and fitnes contest. Alaina knew this would be very close. She had a slight bit of mass on Diana, Diana had a slight bit of definition on her. This easily could come to judges preference.

Alaina strut to the middle of the ring and began to pose in a variety of ways. Power and muscle poses mixed with a few that were more playful and sexy. She smiled and blew a couple kisses to the crowd, winking playfully at the judges. She was sure she had this in the bag over the bland, not at all personable Diana.

Every so often Alaina glanced over tonsee how Diana looked, and what she was doing. Impressive for sure but there was a reason Alaina was called the amazon.

Diana did feel somewhat bad, given that the boxing competition would have always been in favour of a amateur boxer. In an ideal world, she would of beaten the Amazon in a contest that favoured neither, albeit she did consider that Alaina's much longer wrestling focused career gave her the greater advantage when it came to pulling weights. Putting such things aside, she'd watch with a glare and arms folded as her rival gave the crowd what they desired, teasing them whilst at the same time reminding them she had a figure not to be trifled with.

Making her first step onto the same open space Alaina had just strolled, Diana would grunt a little. It was only now that she became a little aware that just like boxing had favoured her, a contest based on looks would favour Alaina. She was essentially one of frictions favourite beauties after all.

Regardless, Diana would straighten up, pushing out her notable chest as she stepped into the open space. Where as Alaina switched between numerous poses, Diana simply held one, arm to hip with the other dangling down her side. She wouldn't bay to the crowd as her Amazon rival did either, albeit she wouldn't give them her signature cold stare. Somehow, she forced herself a likeable, albeit still serious smirk across her lips.

Standing next to Alaina as the judges toted their scores and the crowd continued their wolf whistles, Diana would simply roll her eyes as she smiled a little more.

She came to AFW to fight. And here she was, playing the part of eye candy for the masses.

How things change.

Alaina and Diana were told to stop and each stood side by side. Alaina stood triumphantly with her hands on her hips, puffing up her chest. She was confident that she had won. The place was silent as the judges were murmuring to one another. She looked over at Diana and grinnned.

"Second best must be a bitch huh" She muttered to her statuesque foe.

After that Alaina held her breath waiting for the judges final verdict.

Diana's tomboyish smile received a few cheers of admiration from the crowd, but it became painfully obvious who the fans were really behind. The woman who had not only been their fighting champion, but a woman with years on Diana in the company.

At this point, she simply hoped the contest would be a close loss for her, rather than the utter obliteration the roars of the crowd seemed to be suggesting.

"You'd know.." She'd purr without her eyes turning to meet Alaina, opting to keep them on the crowds, before the roars were broken with a brief ushering for silence.

The scores were in.

The first judge would lean into his microphone, his thin glasses near rolling off his nose before a finger would correct them.

"Alaina Sanders. 9.4. Diana Accera 9.3"

Diana resisted a small smile. At least the first judge didn't suggest she was about to suffer a horrific defeat in the final bout. She'd turn her eyes, to meet the second. A statuesque looking woman, the second judge would lean in, with a face near completely devoid of emotion.

"Alaina Sanders, 9.5. Diana Accera, 9.5"

An even score made the Italian breath a sigh of relief. Not only did it seem that she was not going to suffer a utmost defeat, but the Italian still actually had a fighting chance in this. The crowd evidently disagreed, with mild boos breaking the silence that their favourite was not destroying this cocky upstart in the scores.

The final decision lay in the hands of the third and final judge, whom every individual turned to, as if he was a messiah about to preach a new testament.

Alaina was stoic as the first two judges listed off the totals. Nothing anyone should be ashamed of, and Alaina had the smallest of leads to boot. The silence and tension were palpable as the third judge took a measured breath before speaking.

"Alaina Sanders 9.4. Diana Accera 9.6."

Alaina looked on in shock. She lost? She simply shook her head and glared at Diana. The crowd cheered, some booed and many more applauded politely. Its not like either woman was a slouch. Still, Alaina felt like she gave that last aspect even if it weren't skill based more flair. More effort. More life. All that pageantry was for naught as Dianna had edged her out by the slimmest of margins!

"Just.... shit." Alaina said with her arms crossed over her chest, still looking at Diana.

It wasn't like Diana had just been handed a fresh new title, or was she given the opportunity to gain so. But arguably, she'd just been given the next best thing, at least on a psychological level.

She'd just been 'officially' declared more desirable than the Alaina Sanders.

Such a title was one she honestly never saw herself earning, given that she came to the AFW for the simple purpose of the fight. Any other scenario, she couldn't of cared less. Not with Alaina though. She deserved a little something.

Turning to face her, Diana would extend a finger, goading smile equipped from ear to ear. She didn't exactly care per say what she had just won, just the fact she had beaten Alaina Sanders in doing so.

"That...must...fucking...suck..." Muttering, Diana had a cheerful tone equipped, her finger jabbing at Alaina's sizeable chest with each and every word she sung.

She'd never let the Amazon live this down.