Lea Vs. Reva Devonport - Clash Of The Titan(s)

If one was to have a record such as Lea's so quickly into her tenure in AFW, they would have likely being besides themselves with joy. The list of women she had defeated were titans themselves, and to do so so early on in her career without a clean loss sustained was nearly unheard of. There was the draw to Valley of course, but even then, in a title match of all places, one would have been besides themselves with the effort they gave.

For reasons obvious to those who knew Lea, she was not.

Anger was the name of the game, not pride. And anger would be what the woman would be hoping to unleash on her opponent tonight. And there was plenty of said opponent to unleash it upon.

Lea had heard of her opponent tonight, which was a rarity. Not because of Reva's reputation or skill, albeit both were extremely notable, but because of the woman's stature. Much like Alaina's beauty, and Jessica Wright's amazing physique, Lea had taken notice of this woman's body. Anger didn't change attraction after all. Although Lea would likely have a few fists to throw if anyone ever suggested her of ever feeling the latter.

Emerging to 'Restless Slumber' Lea would roll her shoulders with her teeth bared, already flexing as she quickly descended the ramp. Her anger was less apparent than her last match, but Lea was still more than rearing to unleash it. And often enough, hidden rage was often buckets more potent than the outward kind.

Sliding into the ring, she'd turn her gaze towards the entrance immediately, rotating her body once standing. She wanted to see the figure she'd soon be trying to crush in all its splendour first.

Reva had been looking far and wide for a worthwhile opponent in the AFW, admittedly part of the reason it took so long is that the huge redhead wasn't willing to put in the effort herself to find tough competitors and just relied on the bookers to come up with something good, which they rarely did. Today though the Bombshell knew she was in for a treat, of course in her usual unprepared manner Reva didn't bother looking up her opponent at all, she would even have been hinted into Lea's potential as a rival if it wasn't for her manager making such a big deal about it.

The Bombshell had a decent record herself, it wasn't the best since the redhead refused to ever try and cover her weaknesses and instead focused on making her unbelievable strengths even more unholy. However the few losses she had suffered wouldn't be enough to hurt her confidence. Reva lived for the moment and rarely cared much for a match after the fact, of course when she was in her moment the redhead would do her absolute best to assert her dominance over her fellow wrestlers, but only the weak bothered to hold an unwarranted grudge.

As usual the redhead didn't need much time to get ready in the back, she would wait as patiently as a violence and sex loving Amazon could be expected to, while decked out in her lycra shorts and warrior style bra that truly made her look like she had stumbled right out of a tribe of warrior women, rather than the suburbs of England.

After Lea had made her enterence " Bleak " By Opeth would suddenly play through-out the arena, as the Bombshell revealed her large impressive body to the crowd yet again. Just from beauty and her build alone Reva had managed to get some cheers, and it seemed she even got some support from her previous matches. Ultimately the redhead didn't care as long as she got payed, but it didn't exactly hurt to be somewhat appreciated by the crowd.

Reva wouldn't bother pandering to them though, in fact other than a quick glance she wouldn't acknowledge their existence at all as she paced towards the ring, eager to start the match. Usually Reva would be wearing a few jewels and amulets that went well with her attire, but today she wouldn't even bother since she usually removed them anyway and wanted to start the action with no hesitation.

Soon enough the Bombshell would reach the ropes, and would use them to pull herself up, before entering through the middle ropes and staring at her opponent. From what Reva could see it seemed the woman had a more rough and unhinged look compared to some of her past opponents, she didn't look much like a talker, which was unfortunate because that meant the Bombshell would need initiate the greeting and she wasn't exactly a talker either.

" You look like a tough one. Give me hell" The Bombshell would say, getting close to her opponent but not quite getting in the woman's face yet. As expected Reva had managed to miss just about every important part of an introduction with her greeting, although it seemed like she wasn't done talking since the redhead just remained staring at Lea for a moment, almost as if waiting for the blonde to answer some unasked question.

Even from the great distance between the two, Lea could tell the figure she'd soon be trying to tear apart had alot to tear apart. Size mattered not of course, to the mad blonde, as shown in her brawl with the tall imposing Alouette. There was simply more to hold onto, atleast in her mind. Her back still to the corner, to the surprise of absolutely no one, she offered no greeting to Reva upon her entry. To those who knew Lea, if anything Reva was lucky the blonde did not outright lunge at her from the get-go, even more so with her current state of mind.

She'd pace forward, eyes to the floor a moment before scrolling back up, as if to add dramatic effect into her taking the size of Reva in as a whole. Still, those immense curves and height bore little reaction from Lea. Her words did though.

"Give me hell."

Oh Reva. If only you knew.

Lea's glare would be enough to scare off even the bravest of souls, however from the dead fish stare that the Bombshell would return it would become obvious that it wasn't enough to overcome Reva's supremely lacking sense of self preservation. " Alright then, talking isn't really my thing either " Reva would say, responding just to end the awkward silence that had been created by her question.

The Bombshell figured that any further attempts to try and squeeze a response out of her opponent would be pointless, afterall it seemed clear that the titan's didn't particularly care for each other's reputations, titles or even height. Instead both women would just stare at each other until the bell finally rang, signalling the start of the match.

As soon as the bell rang Reva would spring forward with impressive speed for a women of her size, and try to cut through the distance between herself and Lea with a forceful punch that if things went according to plan would collide with the blonde's gut. The Bombshell usually let the opponent make the first move, but from the get go she could tell that there was no point in giving Lea the curtsy. Afterall both predators would be left with many bruises and a tough fight to remember by the end of this, and the glare in Lea's eyes made it obvious she wanted to break down Reva as soon as possible.

Instead the Bombshell had decided to go for the first blow, if someone was going to have a fast one pulled on them right at the start she'd prefer it to be her opponent. Plus Reva didn't need to worry about gaining any unfair advantage cause regardless of how strong both women were there was no way something as insignificant as a single punch would change the tide of the match.

Reva moved with impressive speed no doubt, but even though speed was not at all in Lea's list of traits, the natural difference provided by her smaller stature allowed her a more rapid response than her foe would of likely wanted. With that massive fist of Reva's swinging in, there was only one way the red haired giant was going to attack, and rightfully so only one way Lea was going to respond.

Bringing her arms in and around Reva, she'd attempt to move out of the strikes path as her right went under the bigger woman's arm, and the other went over her opposing shoulder and around her neck. There was few women in AFW that could likely successfully clinch Reva Devonport, and likely even fewer that could outright restrain her. Lea seemingly believed herself to be one of them, as she attempted to tie the bigger woman up from the get go.

As Reva lunged forward to strike Lea she would be smiling, fully expecting to hear the sickening noise of her iron fist colliding with her opponent's stomach. However the Bombshell would never get that satisfaction, Lea quickly evading the blow before trapping Reva's upper body in a clinch, completely restraining the large redhead's striking arm in the process.

The Bombshell would immediately let out a growl, before then trying to power out of the move with sheer force and by struggling in Lea's grasp. However Reva would be surprised to find herself unable to do so, no matter how much strength she put into struggling Lea would still stay locked on, something which the usually unchallenged strength wise Amazon wasn't sure how to respond to.

The obvious bets for who was the stronger of the two would of course been on Reva. She had the size, the scale, and the simple stride that resonated of power. Lea was certainly no slouch, but her power came in the form of explosive outbursts that often took moments after of solace.

Lea was like a shotgun. Reva, a missile.

Having no intention to give the aforementioned powerhouse chance to turn things her way, Lea would try for something of a risky follow-up. Holding Reva's head and arms, she'd attempt to suddenly force her strength directly downwards upon that grip, before bringing her legs out from under her to add her weight to it. She didn't intend to bring Reva flat to the ground, nor did she fully believe she could when the amazon was so fresh.

She simply wanted to lower her, and make up the height difference for a moment. That was, so she could drive a knee, straight up into her chin!