Diana Accera Vs. Alaina Sanders - Beauty Queens

Diana's move was again one of desperation, but such did not hamper the effects of a body colliding with a block of steel. The moment Alaina was sent flying, the Italian would lean to the ring apron, evidently trying to shake some of the daze out of her head forced in by Alaina's pummelling.

All the while, happily waiting for the Amazon to rise, with a plan already in mind on how she would proceed.

With the stairs now between the two figures given Alaina fell over the top rather than into then, once Alaina had risen enough Diana would burst forward; using the stairs as a jumping point to throw her body straight up, for a flying forearm to her hated rival!

Alaina's body was throbbing after the impact with the stairs and the amazon was very slow to get up. As she rose to her feet she quickly wished she had stayed down. Diana crashed into her full force, sending the amazon back down onto her back with thunderous force! Alaina howled in pain as she kicked the mat limply in frustration, laying flat on her back looking up at the bright arena lights.

Right now it looked like Diana was the one backing up her talk, while the amazon was all noise no substance. All she could do after Diana leveled her was groan and roll onto her side, clearly reeling in this fight!

Simply because Diana rarely took to the skies did not mean that when she did, it was any less effective fitting a woman of her size and power. Ability in the air barely mattered her. All that did was how hard she was throwing her arm, and of course if she connected. She did, and as for the former?

As hard as she possibly could.

Choice of target didn't matter as long as Diana connected; although she did bring forearm to Alaina's collarbone, just a few inches from where a knockout strike could of been obtained.

Diana didn't much mind.

Not that she could of against a foe of this calibre, but knocking out Alaina so early on in such a sudden manner would of instantly wiped the smile from her face if anything.

Falling on her hated foe given her momentum, Alaina would be forced to bare victim to more pain as Diana inadvertently body pressed her; quickly rolling off her after forcing Alaina into the role of mattress. Rubbing her quickly reddened forearm with a ache in her tone, Diana quickly sought to force herself up once more with the aid of the ring apron. So close to Alaina, she knew a reprisal was both likely and easy to pull off, but again, she cared not.

She wasn't leaving this woman a inch of space. Literally, if she could.

Once having risen, hands already resuming their grip to Alaina's long locks, Diana sought to not only force the wounded amazon up to her feet to match her, but straight into a weak standing guillotine. She didn't intend to choke her mighty foe out, but knew that if she simply allowed Alaina to rise without immediately latching onto her, she'd open herself up to punishment.

"No...fucking..rest..."

"THREE...!"

Alaina got up weakly her legs limp as Diana held her and choked. Alaina tried to pry away at her grip and failed miserably. Right now she was hurting, aching and on the receiving end of too much punishment to match power with Diana right now. Alaina wrapped both her arms around Diana's waist and tried to pull her away from the ring, groaning as she pulled.

With a loud cry Alaina tried to lift Diana up and plant her on the floor with a northern lights suplex! She knew given her position her own head would take some damage which was far from ideal. However Diana would take more from the attempted suplex had it connected properly.

Even then, Alaina knew it would be a struggle to rise to her feet before the thus far dominant statuesque powerhouse she was sharing the spotlight with on this night.

The referee as mentioned was in a precarious position. Had she been counting at a pace familiar and fair to matches of this nature before, she would of likely already been closing in on the final calls. Had she done so however, the crowd as mentioned would of likely burst into a near literal riot. That, and the chances were these two beauties would not relent simply because one much smaller figure clad in black and white waved her hands.

With her hated Amazonian rival clad in her arm, Diana looked to wear some of the skin off her foes neck with that tight guillotine, trying her best to bend her knees so that Alaina could not shake her off or jostle her easy. But such a defence would not give any aid to a lift, which coincidentally enough, is exactly what her foe opted for.

Hoisted up and back seamlessly via positioning she gave to Alaina herself, Diana would release as she flew threw the air to no benefit. Her back colliding solidly with the canvas as she was instantly parted with her foe, she'd roll onto her side for but a second as a hand came to hold the pain, eyes closed with mouth agape in pain.

All the while, that reluctant referee was near literally sweating in the ring.

"F..FOU...COME ON LADIES...BRING IT BACK IN..."

Alaina finally made an opening and needed to keep it up. Her body was still aching all over, but she fought through that as she rose to her feet, yanking Diana up by the hair. Alaina was not messing around anymore, trying to grab and hold Diana to lift her straight overhead! Alaina would try to hold her straight up and walk to the announce table, pressing Diana up and down a couple times to show off a bit.

IF she still had Diana upon arrival at the table, she would gorilla press drop the beauty down onto the table! Sure the fall wasn't as far as the floor but all the objects on top of that table would make up for it to be sure. That sturdy table was not likely to break from that impact, although that was of no consequence at the moment. Alaina had other plans to put Diana down through that table...

To her absolute humiliation, Diana could but be a unwilling barbell as it were for Alaina's demonstration of pure power. Her arms flailed at first as Alaina hoisted her to her feet then off them, before instinctively going to the Amazons shoulders for support. Being used in such a way was humiliating, but such was better than risking having Alaina buckle via Diana's squirming and perhaps inadvertently drop the Italian on her head. All the while, the raven haired beauty would be making note of such a move, more than eager to reclaim her revenge when the time was right.

Said time seemed to be far off, as she found her chest and torso colliding with the table. Her arms would shake a little as they collided with the monitors, her head playing battering ram to a few items of stationary the announcers had to hand. The table didn't buckle as Alaina seemed to have planned, and right now Diana couldn't find it in her to pull herself from it.

Alaina climbed up on the table as Diana began to stir. She stomped on Diana's lower back before bending over to pull Diana up.

Alaina had no words for Diana. The time for talking was long gone. Now was action. Alaina tried to grab Diana around the waist from the front. The amazon was dead set on lifting up and jumping, bringing Diana down on top of the table with a spine buster if she could!

That stomp was more overkill than anything. Right now, Diana wasn't moving a muscle. The situation turning more precarious for her didn't change that. She'd raise an arm outstretched after that hard shot though, briefly inadvertently pushing some items on the table off the edge. She'd try her best to do the same to a monitor to hand, knowing that if she landed on it in the wrong way, that could be a serious injury or more. Sadly, she failed to do so before Alaina's busy hands went a touch busier.

Hoisted back to her feet, Diana would slur over the top of Alaina as the Amazon went for a waistlock before hoisting her up. Her own legs jelly after the pain she had substained, Diana knew that if she didn't force some wind back in her sails right this instant, Alaina could likely put her out long enough for a countout win.

If she so deemed. Diana opted not go give her the choice.

Already airborne, Diana had but one counter as the Amazon already began her motions. Hooking her dangling arm up and around Alaina's head, she'd opt to pull it as fiercely and as tightly under her armpit as she could.

Alaina might of been delivering a spine buster, but Diana was going to be damned if her rival wasn't going to equally experience a DDT alongside her!

Alaina loft Diana high jumping up for extra height and impact on this thunderous spine buster. Unfortunately this worked against Alaina as well, with Diana forcing Alaina down head first with her DDT!

The table shattered and Alaina rolled limply off Diana, laying on her back and groaning loudly on agony. Aside from her arms covering her dazed, throbbing head as well as her leg rising up and falling like jelly onto the ground the amazon was not moving.