The Fistfight After [Spar]

Time: Three Days After Debut

Please note if you are interested in the result of Lucy’s debut then do not read past this point.

Lucy (Girl on the left):

---

3 long days later. Lucy still felt weird. All the training, all the spars she had with Ayame and the like before the fight. Nothing. It all meant nothing. Lucy shouldn’t have beaten herself up too much however. It wasn’t a stomp, it was a closely contested match up. Lucy had the upperhand numerous times and pressed her advantages wherever she could. There could only be one winner though. And that was what was bugging her right now. A debut is like a statement. A loud message that starts like you mean to go on. Losing a debut, while not career ending, can most certainly slow down a person’s career development. Win at your debut, and then maybe win another big match afterwards and you are almost guaranteed to be picked to go to the next pay-per-view. Lose however, and you fall into mediocrity, fighting and slugging through matches just to get noticed.

And right now, she didn’t need the confidence drop. She was starting to miss home really bad now. A victory would have allowed to at least jump over the first hurdle and ride a wave of confidence that would have hopefully outlasted the homesickness. The reality of a loss though, was bringing it more squarely into focus. There was no more post-match talks with her father, no more ritualistic training sessions the day after with her mother. Lucy was now left to her own devices. She had to create her own routines, her own plans. Her own coping mechanisms. Day one had been spent in bed, relaxing and recuperating after the night previous. On the second day, Lucy tried to live a normal life. She went shopping, treated herself for the first time since she had arrived in Japan and in general she eased off the pace of her life. At least for the day. It didn’t really heighten her spirits however.

By day three Lucy had enough. She couldn’t contain her anger much longer; the anger aimed at herself mostly, the rest aimed towards Bunny. Despite the anger and frustration that was building up inside her, she had to look forward. She would be given a new match soon, and while it wouldn’t be what she wanted, mainly because she lost her debut, she had to prepare for it. So with that it was time to go back to the gym again. Time to train once more. The past wasn’t going away, so forward was the only way to go. But with all the philosophy aside, in the gym she could punch things. Punching things made her happy. Punching things until they started bleeding… well that made her ecstatic.

Arriving at the AFW gym again, she once more glanced her eyes over the equipment and machines, rings and bags, along with the various other bits of equipment that littered the hectic place of fitness. There was no denying that this was more of a home to her now than her new apartment in Tokyo. She started her fitness routine in exactly the same way she always did courtesy of her mother; cardio. The treadmills were once more her friend, racking up another long 20 minute fast paced jog onto her exercise record. She was improving that was to be sure. She was sure her mother would have spouted out something about it not being good enough though. If she was here. Which she wasn’t. And that very thought had once more bought it back into perspective for Lucy. Eager to try and not let it get her down while in the gym, Lucy moved over to the heavy bag. The next best thing in the world if you couldn’t find a person.

Gloving up she let it rip, her mind sinking into a dark place as all Lucy could see was her fists and the bag. She threw punch after punch at it, looking to destroy it if she could. Hooks, jabs, uppercuts and even crosses, Lucy threw them all in attempt to vent out that bottled anger. It was working, each grunt she let out after each punch was venting small amounts of her anger and self-loathing away. But it was nowhere near going away quick enough for Lucy’s needs or personal taste. She still needed to hit a person. Maybe she was becoming a masochist. Perhaps it wasn’t her hitting things that got rid of her anger, but things hitting her. That thought caused Lucy to stop punching the heavy bag. She had most certainly not thought of it like that before. She didn’t enjoy getting hit. She didn’t think she did. Her match with Bunny had given her plenty of pain and she didn’t feel like she enjoyed it. So no, the statement was false. She was sadist more than she a masochist.

After that train of thought however, Lucy couldn’t bring herself to hit the bag. Unhooking the gloves from her hand she set them down into her gym bag and zipped it back up. She felt like she was almost done for the day. She had the itch to fight, and she wanted to scratch it, just so she could hit someone, but at the moment no one caught her fancy. No matter. She would go do some ringwork and then she would leave. Walking over to the only vacant ring, Lucy jumped up and clambered inside, going between the ropes and standing on the canvas. She began to think back to her match against Bunny and how she might have messed up, and decided to do more training by going around the ring with star jumps. She was determined to get her time back to how it was before she flew into Japan. After several attempts it was no good. She still could bring her old pace back. There was a definite improvement in her speed, and the bounce her step was better and more relaxed, but it still wasn’t her old pace. Letting out a sigh, Lucy reverted to shadow boxing, punching the air infront of her while trying to move her feet around to keep herself agile, and also avoiding tripping herself up. Last thing she wanted to do was to cross her legs while throwing a punch to the face and then fall over in the process of doing so.

Little did Lucy Kage know, that a statuesque figure with more similarities than they could likely count was on her way to the gym that very same day. Too suffering the sting of a defeat in her debut, Diana Accera had since struggled more than she would ever admit with such a setback. Evidently she too had bitten off more than she could chew, in the form of then 24/7 champion and then-on person of interest in Diana’s life, Carmen Rodriguez. Simply because Bunny Bomber wasn’t in the title picture upon Lucy’s contest with the woman didn’t mean she was any less dangerous. In fact the tenure Lucy’s opponent had spent away if anything made her all the more lethal, given that she would have been able to rest in all senses of the word. Experience too, didn’t exactly fade away. Much like riding a bike.

It had barely been but a week or so since her last strenuous session; said disastrous training session with Matthew Pasion left the Italian with a sour taste in her mouth towards seeking out practice or sparring partners. And she didn’t exactly have a filled book on friends she could of called upon.

Rebecca? She’d likely try to tear Diana’s head off.

Alaina? Probably similar.

Carmen? Diana would sooner die.

The simple act of seeking out a match in-ring wouldn’t of served any greater purpose either. A scrambled mind in the world of love thanks in major part to the aforementioned Carmen didn’t leave Diana urging to compete in front of a crowd full of ogling men and women. She’d already paid that price to face Miss Sanders, knowing full well that the perverts would have been out in their masses to see two fine young specimens compete in a beauty contest of all things, before their infamous impromptu bout even occurred. She could of simply covered up for a fight of course; equipping a less exposing attire of likely shorts and a less revealing top wasn't the greatest of asks. Such was evidently not the way of the Italian of course, as she quickly flared her nostrils at the idea of having to change herself simply to compete. And again, she had nothing to gain in the ring, right now at least.

Evidently, a typical, almost mundane gym session would have to do. Not that Diana disliked the concept of it. She just knew what such would entail.

Interacting with people. Damn.

Clad as ever outside the ring in a lazy combination of slim-fit jeans, white top and denim jacket, Diana would be sure to drop by the offices of work prior to said training. Again, not that she wanted to, but even Diana with her mind full of wire knew that if she did not respond to the higher ups or at least check her pigeon hole for news she would of likely gained reprisal otherwise easily avoided. With nothing new for the world of Accera, she’d soon make her way to the AFW ran gym, the largest and nearest one on site. With a click glance to her watch, she’d let loose a huff as she arrived at those closed double doors, knowing full well that at such a prime time, the gym certainly wouldn’t be quiet.

Making her way past what felt to be a mob of inexperienced, know-nothing idiots fiddling with the settings of their relevant machines more than they should of, Diana would roll her eyes as she made her way to the women’s locker room.

Inadvertently giving the few still changing something of a show as she undressed, Diana would be sure to tie her long raven locks behind her head, somewhat awkwardly doing so in nothing but the bare essentials as a handful of nearby women looked on in blush at the toned amazonian. Sliding herself into a pair of black shorts that were anything but baggy, the Italian soon equipped a matching grey tank top that whilst was most certainly less restricting than her shorts, certainly left little to the imagination. White sneakers quickly slid upon her feet, again the Italian would huff as she made her way back into the main exercise area.

Eyes scanning the large open room as if she was a predator seeking meat, Diana still find herself sighing as near enough every piece of effective equipment seemed occupied. Head falling down a moment as she resigned herself to a dull, frustrating session, she’d simply make her way towards the trusty old gym bags hung in the corner of the room.

Setting her duffel bag next to the mats she now stood upon, the Italian would begin to motion her arms up and behind her head in a stretching motion, preparing for the exercise ahead. Seemingly unaware of the taller woman, giving the bags a thorough beating besides her.

Unaware for now, at least.

Lucy hadn’t really noticed the woman that was beside her while she was on the bags. Lucy knew she was there but she wasn’t really paying any attention to her, primarily because she was focused on her own bag. Secondly, the woman was getting on the bag, just as Lucy was wrapping up and moving over to the ring. You would think that someone as tall and as Amazonian as Diana would attract Lucy’s attention, but she was so used to seeing girls like that now, that they became second nature to Lucy.

After completing the gruelling ring exercises that she had put herself through, Lucy relaxed against the turnbuckle and took a deep sigh. The relaxation however gave her mind more time to ponder and think. Once more, Lucy’s mind had gotten onto the subject of her loss against Bunny. She couldn’t truly believe what was happening. Part of her was expecting to wake up and discover that this really was just a nightmare. But no. It felt real. Sadly very real. Looking over at the various other girls, sparing, exercising and generally performing various exercise routines, bought sharply into focus the fact that Lucy was never going to be alone in this league. There were plenty of other girls and women who were trying to make this place their own. Unlike back home, where Lucy was the main event, the alpha female, here she was nothing more than another fish in a school. Nothing special. Lucy would be ok with that if she knew that there was a way up the ladder; to become bigger than the other fish. She had done that back home, climbed the ladder to get to the top. She wasn’t expecting to waltz in at the top of ladder. She more than well knew she was going to have to climb it.

Just at the moment, with the loss against Bunny, it seemed as if the ladder was well and truly out of reach. You can’t climb what you can’t grab onto. Some argued that the first rung on the ladder was the hardest, and if that was the case, would she ever get onto the ladder? All these depressing thoughts weren’t helping Lucy. She knew that they weren’t helping and yet here she was thinking them. The only way to get out of this rut was to fight; figuratively and literally. She leaned against the ropes and scanned the girls all working out. It was at the point that her eyes fixated on the person who was on the bags next to where she had been. She was tall that’s for sure. Lucy was slightly taller, at least from her perspective, but she was on the ring. But this woman was extremely well toned and had muscles that Lucy could only really dream of having.

Leaning against the ropes, Lucy would stare for a while and just watch the woman workout, watch her movements and watch her raw power. After observing the females stretches and subsequent attacks Lucy had made her mind up; this woman was going to be her sparring partner. She looked like she could take a few hits, and with the anger that was boiling in her brain right now, she would make the perfect venting toy. After a few more minutes of watching her punch the bag, Lucy would whistle, getting a fair few girls attention with it.

”Oi tall muscled gal!” Lucy called out, knowing that there was most certainly only one of them in the gym currently, every other girl just looked away and carried on with their own training regimes. ” You certainly know how to punch a bag, so why not come up here and try punching something that is going to punch back twice as hard?!” Lucy gave off a devious smirk and pushed off the ropes she was leaning against, doing a slow jog around the ring to end up in the centre of the ring, burning up time while the woman joined her. Hopefully joined her. There was no guarantee she was even going to pay attention.

Diana didn't have eyes in the back of her head, obviously, but she could feel a tingle down her spine, a sixth sense many seemed to have when they believed they were being watched. She drove such a feeling quickly off however, as per the usual suspecting such eyes to belong to a overly keen male or even female examining the woman's toned physique.

She didn't even fathom that someone was actually eyeing up her as a contender.

Leaning back a final time, Diana would go to work warming herself up. Softer hooks, at first, left and right alternating with her hips rolling accordingly, as the Italian sought to warm herself up. Many would take to the treadmill, or simply stretch for longer until they felt ready to roll as it were. Diana was a boxer at heart though. It only felt right to start and end each workout as such. Even if she ever slowed or lost the poise in her moves, her strikes would always
hurt.

Soon enough the Italian would really begin to unwind on the bag, alternating combos outright alongside adding a few body movements in there. The punching bag was inanimate, to its luck, but right now Miss Accera was imaging a few set certain individuals before her, the bag their doppelganger. The frustrated grunts she'd release during the strenuous routine would gain notice of those around her on its own; a few individuals quickly moving away from what was evidently becoming a heated amazon. One particular smaller girl would find herself dropping her dufflebag a few metres away in preparation to workout, before opting to move somewhere safer without so much as a jumping jack.

Finally, after metaphorically leaving a mark forever in the bag, her combo would finally end. Panting somewhat with hands to her hips, Diana's moment of venting would end just in time to hear a notable whistle from a short distance away. The whistle itself could of been for anyone, despite very obviously being in her direction, thus was ignored without response. The call out however, didn't go unanswered.

Eyes rolling at what first sounded like a come on, Diana would turn with her head down at first as she caught her breath. Finally rolling her shoulders up to meet the source of the taunt, Diana would be somewhat pleasantly surprised to find a woman very clearly to be filled with solely serious intentions. She wasn't quite as toned as the Italian, but she had the size and reach that had pained her a thousand times over in her past life as an amateur boxer. That, and her very body language screamed that there was a air of finesse to the woman.

Stepping towards the side of the ring, Diana would come just shy of her leg touching the apron as she latched eyes with the woman seemingly after a fight.

"You always start fights with strangers or is this your off day?"

Some would say that picking a fight with a woman who was known for being rather… brutal, and had already displayed their tremendous strength before hand was nothing short of suicidal. For Lucy however, this was training. If she really wanted to improve, get better or at least stand a chance in this league, then it seemed as if she was going to have to do her best to push herself. That meant fighting tough opponents. No more sparing, no more niceties. It was to push hard, all the time. Go big or go home, as others would say.

Hearing the worlds of the Italian amazon, Lucy let out a small chuckle, at first saying nothing, just pacing her legs backwards and forward, refusing to stay still while the woman got into the ring. Once the woman had gotten in properly, Lucy would respond. They were closer now, so she didn’t have to speak as loud. Despite her brash, cocky, hardcore appearance, shouting was one of the things that Lucy only saved for when she angry or she had to speak across long distances. Everything else, Lucy would just move closer to.

”No, I ask people who I think are a good match to fight with me. You can punch well, and I want to face a woman that isn’t afraid of taking a punch to the face and then afterwards go cry about how much it hurt” With that said, Lucy began finally stopped bouncing around, and instead favoured swinging her arms backwards and forwards. It seemed that Lucy was eager to get the blood flowing around her body. But she was also making sure her body was agile and limber. She was taller than Diana, but she wanted to try and at least be a little bit more mobile than her.

” ‘sides, I have a bit of pent up anger. And without being rude, I need to let that out right now and after I saw you I fixated on you. So I am going to apologise right now because this isn’t going to be pretty at all” Lucy couldn’t help but get it all out. She could feel the rage about Bunny now seething into her fists, and her fists were fully clenched now. Spreading her legs out and leading with her left foot, Lucy raised her arms up, bringing her fists up to cover her face, getting into a fighting stance that was similar to that of a boxing stance, but slightly less… professional. ”I would offer a test of strength, but to be honest we both know that would be a waste of our times. I just want to get right into this!”

She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her body now, her senses getting sharper, that wave of europhoria she got before a fight. She was ready for it now. More ready than she could ever be. A dark smirk formed on her lips, hidden mostly by her fists, but the smirk was there. The intent was there. She could no longer contain it any longer. She was about to spill her anger out onto this woman. If only it was Bunny. ”Come on!” Lucy beckoned with an angered growl.

In truth, though she'd sooner never admit it, a small part of Diana felt a little satisfied by the fact someone had actually approached her for a spar. She was usually the one playing the act of beggar, either simply because she was not well known enough to warrant effort over or perhaps because she looked too serious. The latter seemed to hit a chord with this taller figure, who seemingly decided that a few seconds of Diana-watch was enough to deem her worthy.

Albeit, now that Diana was in the drivers seat as it were, she couldn't help but tease. She'd certainly take the girl up on her offer, given that such a thing was rarity for her not to mention Lucy looked as if she could handle herself, but would very much enjoy goading prior. Crossing her arms under her chest, she'd lean to one side creating a image of someone thoroughly un-amused. Weirdly, her sorrow but a moment ago had all but faded given what was now happening.

"And what if I don't feel like a spar?" Her smirk growing, it would of only taken a glance from this taller figure to realise Diana was obviously just teasing. "You think my plan was warm-up, hit the bags, then play teacher?"

Turning, Diana's smile grew, as she played the part of a woman firmly bored by seemingly walking away. In all her honesty, she couldn't remember the last time she had such petty fun, and she hadn't even stepped through the ropes yet.

"Ah screw it," shrugging as if Diana's decision was a spur of the moment one, the Italian would turn, quickly mounting the ring apron before sliding her figure through the middle ropes. She wasn't in her usual wrestling attire of course, but her outfit certainly wouldn't restrain her abilities in anyway. That, and she wouldn't be going all in with this girl straight away. She amused Diana. Diana didn't want to hurt her in response.

Rolling her shoulders, Diana would smack her fists together a good few times as her face became a mixture of serious intent and an amused grin.

"Okay beanstalk. Amuse me. If you're just a ten foot mouth piece, I won't be fucking pleased..."

Game on.

Lucy was pumped up. Ready to go. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins; adrenaline flowing just as fast as the blood. Her muscles almost twitching in anticipation at what was about to come ahead. She was waiting for Diana to come in. Waiting to scratch that itch to fight that had been building up inside her over the past few days. Just as Lucy was reaching her peak, Diana seemed to just walk away. The adrenaline in her body turned into anger and frustration, annoyance and to some level, hatred.

Diana thankfully changed her mind, and Lucy couldn’t help but think that this was a very clever trick to try and wind her up. Well it worked. But that was bad for Diana. Lucy was going to take that anger and use it to punch Diana a few more times in the face to get her back for that. As she walked into the ring Lucy would tighten her fists even more. It had only steeled her resolve. Diana was going to get it. Listening to her threat, Lucy just scoffed. This woman is going to get it. She was going to get it good.

Lucy said nothing now. She didn’t want to talk. As Diana finished talking Lucy took a step forward, bringing her fists into striking range. Time to let it rip. Her arms were on fire. She would chamber her left arm; pulling it back slightly to do so, getting ready for the strike as she stepped forward. Once that foot had hit the canvas, finishing her stride that chambered fist came forward like a bullet. The fist was aiming forwards, her arm straightening out as it came forward, her upper body rotating in tandem to give her the best possible speed and power. That fist that was hurtling forward aiming for Diana’s right cheek with a direct jab.

Oh, but this was just the beginning. After the initial punch, Lucy recoiled her arm and punched once more; chambering and firing off her right arm, bringing it back and firing it forward. This time, she arced her arm instead of punching forward, aiming to launch a hook into the amazons left ribs. She was going to destroy this woman, both punches were filled with the frustration and anger than had built up over the past few days; the loss against Bunny, the frustration about struggling to move on, oh and the fact Diana tried to wind her up.

”Take that Bitch. I am no beanstalk. I am going to enjoy destroying you” With her right fist retreating back from the hit, Lucy raised her fists up to her chest, moving her feet around so that she switched to leading with her right foot, hoping to try and confuse Diana. With that she took a step back, hoping to put a little distance between the two of them, now she had made her point.

It wouldn't take a genius to realise from the view of things, Lucy came here with the near sole purpose of a fight. Something made all the clearer by the fact the woman was already giddy with excitement, her arms and legs flapping quickly before assuming a more professional, effective fighting posture. Diana could relate, almost a great deal in fact. Before events otherwise outside the ring had turned the Italian's mind to one resembling mush, Diana was near enough solely about the fight.

Being in the presence of yet another with such a mindset was evidently reminding her of such, as her small grin grew more as the seconds past. With the both of them past words, it became clear that these two strangers had nothing but fists to throw now. Diana cared not for the lack of conversation in her honesty. Right now, she just wanted to see if Lucy was as good as she looked. She couldn't even fathom the disappointment she'd feel if such a figure turned out to be made of glass.

Signature posture assumed, with right leg the one brought back as to provide a basis to suddenly lunge forward and throw her favoured right hook if need be, Diana was fine waiting for Lucy to throw hands first in effort to see if the woman was worth her weight. She wouldn't have to wait long, as Lucy extended her fist with all the telltale signs of a woman who knew what she was doing.

The rotation, the foot placement, the twisting of hips. Yes, Diana had found herself a fighter.

Her own stance a mixture of defence and offence, Diana found her own frame leaning back on instinct. Jumping in the direction a blow forced you often lowered the impact, a fact made clear as the jab connected solidly to Diana's cheek but with significantly less force than it could have. In her honesty, the Italian didn't want to taste such a strike without moving into it. A follow-up soon came, and yet another with due response. Diana's arms raised to a mid-height quickly found themselves lowing together, serving as a replacement surface for the ribs Lucy sought as that hook twisted in. The pain was nullified, but the force was not.

Something made clear as Diana found herself stumbling back but two steps.

Diana tried to ignore the woman's words, and focus on the fight before her. Not just that, but she wanted to believe Lucy's words were a simple heat of the moment thing, something inspired purely by her current state of mind. She didn't want to believe that a woman who could evidently challenge her had such a basic mindset.

Now opting to move on the offensive, Diana opted for a move that was more of a test than an attempt at dropping the figure before her. Leaning forward, the Italian would quickly see to regain those two steps back she had lost.

First, her left leg, body ducking accordingly as if she was going for a left hook.

Once motion had been made, she'd extend her right, switching sides and appearing as if she'd just changed her mind on which side she'd hook the woman from. Still, a actual punch had yet to be thrown.

But once again, Diana would change the tempo of her quick assault. Pushing up on her now extended right leg, Diana would find herself outmatching the woman's height advantage as she forced herself up into the air, right already swinging in for a monstrous hook to Lucy's cheek, akin to a greek spear fighter going for the killing blow!

Whilst the attack itself could of been brutally effective, a clean easy kill there and then as it were, Diana's intentions were otherwise. Rather, she hoped Lucy would read in between the lines accordingly, and respond to a move that was effective at low-to-mid tier boxers at best.

Weirdly enough, Diana thoroughly hoped her attack wouldn't land fully and drop the woman. Hell, if anything, she hoped Lucy was good enough to avoid the attack altogether.

It would have been foolish of Lucy to truly believe that she would be able to hit the woman infront of her with both her punches and get away with it. Part of her wanted the woman to fall down and not get back up, but she was far better than that.  While both punches technically hit, They didn’t have the impact that Lucy would have liked, yet alone the power of effect. It seemed that Lucy may have just underestimated the woman standing infront of her. Well, not exactly underestimated her. Lucy would have been equally disappointed if she did fall after those punches, despite the fact that she didn’t take them full on.

It was now Lucy’s turn to go on the defensive. Diana was going in for the kill, her body coming in and her body shifting from left and then right. It seemed that Diana couldn’t make her mind up on how she was going to attack Lucy. It didn‘t matter however as Lucy was on the ball. Whatever Diana was going to do, Lucy was going to be more than ready.

Diana would shoot in, almost leaping up and coming in with that killer hook. Lucy wasn’t expecting a strike with that sort of risk. Lucy was more expecting a combo, or at worst; a charge. Lucy would duck down, her body hunching slightly as the incoming hook would now strike nothing but air, but Lucy could still feel the air being pushed away from the power of the punch. Now she was crouched down, Lucy took advantage, charging forward and ramming her should into the ribs just below the woman’s chest. With her should burrowed, Lucy would start to stand back up, trying to lift Diana up off the ground slightly. As she was almost standing straight, Lucy would bring her arms around and lock them around the woman’s lower back, bringing her into a very loose bearhug style hold.

At this point Lucy would bring her hands lower down, grasping onto her shins. Now it was time to show this woman what her strength was like. With those shins grasped, she would hoist Diana up into the air, above Lucy’s head; as high as she could get her. Letting out a pained groan, the weight of Diana’s body being exerted onto her hands was painful, but it would be oh so worth it. With Diana now as high as she could dare lift her, Lucy pushed her arms forward, letting gravity do the rest, pulling the woman down and smashing her into the ring canvas, back first. Once she was halfway in the fall, Lucy let go of her shins, taking a step back, arms falling down to her sides, exhausted from the lifting.

It could be said that really, any move could be a finishing one if delivered at the right time. Diana's almost spartan-like strike fit the bill to a tee however, given that against an opponent with fresh eyes and body, it was practically begging a response. Could Lucy have read the Italian's movements had the move been used in a more tired stage of the spar? It didn't matter. Diana wanted to see if she could survive it, let alone respond. And boy did she.

Landing on her feet after the high hook found no mark, Diana would instantly turn to not only straighten out her hips but begin to rotate the other way. Simply because Lucy ducked her opening strike did not mean she had forgone a attack. In fact her now crouched position almost invited a body blow from Diana's other side, which was already on route.

That was, before Lucy opted to grab a hold of the situation. Quite firmly.

Hands shooting to Lucy's shoulders as the taller figure lifted her up with noticeable strain, Diana would again make the motions for an attack even in her precarious position. That was the idea anyway; in reality, Lucy was simply hoisting her and ragdolling her far too quickly for a apt response from the Italian. Before Diana could even muster that left hook that had gone limp from the left, she found herself on the way back down.

Shoulder blades hitting the canvas first, Diana would at least make efforts to tuck her head a little forward as to avoid impact there. Down but far from out, her legs instinctively shot up and around Lucy's waist, regardless of the fact the taller figure seemed eager to back off after the impromptu spinebuster. Diana wasn't so much squeezing with a scissors, as looking to lock a standard defence for someone brought to their back in a outright fight. With a firm pull, she'd attempt to keep Lucy close to her, standing perhaps with those legs wrapped around her. Diana's own arms had already raised slightly in defence.

She didn't like the idea of the two of them backing off between every weave and step. She wanted the momentum of this fight to build. Even if she was in the sour spot.