Alaina Sanders Vs. Diana Accera II: The End All

To say Alaina was tough would of not only discredited the amazon, but would have been somewhat patronising. Diana and Alaina both knew that regardless of words or actions in the match, only the end result between the two mattered. To stop and praise Alaina would have been insulting.

Forcing herself on in an attempt to reach said result, rising with what vigour and life she could muster, Diana would give the firmest of shoves with the base of her foot to Alaina's side, both to keep her down, and perhaps roll her towards the centre of the ring.

"Come on...'Laina...I got your number..."

Alaina was almost up when she was shjoved back down. She moaned as she rolled, again laying on her stomach and trying to get up. Diana would be closing in of that she was certain.

Alaina kept an eye on Diana, and once she got close enough, if Alaina wasn't vertical again, the amazon would sweep a leg out to catch Diana in an attempt to sweep her off her feet to try to reverse the current momentum of the match!

Approaching with intent not even close to good, Diana's hands had already clad themselves to Alaina's shoulders, before she found a kick to her legs for her effort. The ground now forced upon her, with her frame hitting it hard, the Italian would bring both hands beneath herself in press-up posture, seemingly keen to rise as quickly as she fell. With this calibre of foe however, she knew that the seconds lost to such would be used heavily against her, with Diana trying to prepare herself for the inevitable attack!

Diana was down and already getting up, but alaina had a simple but effective attack in mind for something like this. Alaina tried her best to pounce and wrap her arms around Diana's neck while her legs constricted her torso like an anaconda with a two pronged choke! Her legs would crush, and her arms would choke as the amazon tried to wear Diana down fast with a rear naked choke!

With a submission manoeuvre latched onto her frame almost as quickly as Diana herself had latched her own, the Italian found herself caught out to say the least. Hands in futile attempt pushing upon Alaina's mighty biceps for but a moment, Diana began to crawl with incredible pace across the canvas; her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as her fiercest rival crushed both her throat and torso, with her hand dead set on reaching the bottom rope!

Alaina tried to crush Diana's ribs, and choke out her air supply. Try as she might Diana was not going to simply lay there. Alaina gave it her all with her power but Diana had her grit and when the referee called for a rope break Alaina let go and rolled away, rising up to her feet and crouching low, readying herself to begin circling as she eyed her foe, waiting for Diana to get up.

Alaina was hurting but she knew Diana had to be as well. The amazon wouldn't let herself quit, and she knew Diana was thinking the same thing. However from here on out, any mistake that led to someone capitalizing would have ten times the implications.

With sweat coating her brow, and the rest of her figure to boot, a red faced panting Diana soon found her hands to the ropes. At a monstrous cost.

The referee soon closing in, lowering her frame beside the Italian's own, Diana threw a posture and glare that very well suggested the fight should be stopped her and now. A rear naked choke on its own was horrible. Combine that with the power of Alaina Sanders, and the length from which it was locked in, well...

There was few in attendance surprised that Diana took so long to move. But move she did, into a slow and steady rise as she turned her face to meet her foe. Hands up, panting as heavily as one could, Diana slowly staggered with her right leg forward, hands curling up into fists. She didn't say anything, given the state of her frame told enough.

Alaina watched as Diana got up, and saw that she was ready. Weary but ready just like Alaina. Alaina moved right in at Diana and reached out, trying to wrap up Diana in a grapple. Alaina was tired and hurting as she moved in, attempting to ram her knees into Diana's abdomen over and over. She wanted to keep attacking and to keep softening up Diana.

Alaina had a plan, and if her knee strikes did the trick she would try to lift Diana up, holding her high and make her way to the ropes. From there Alaina would try to toss Diana over the ropes at the corner and try to get her to land on the steel ring steps instead of the ground! If she could pull that off, the impact would surely help her gain momentum and control in this difficult, draining battle!

Easily enough Diana's poor abdomen was beaten like a drum; her eyes barely withstanding in their sockets, as Alaina showed the Italian and the world both that even a tired wolf could still rip you in two. But where as Diana was brought about a slurring, near drooling mess, she was not without a plan of her own. All she needed was those pesky strikes to her gut to halt, and for a moment of breath to return to her lungs!

Easier said than done, of course, given that in a matter of a handful of knees, Diana's firm torso had been rendered practically mush-like, with her tanned skin adopting a colour more strawberry than anything. Her stance weak, she would have likely fallen to her knees or even further had it not been for the staunch figure she was so pressed against. A figure that soon hoisted her up, with intention of nearly breaking Diana in two!

"Ghhh.." Murmuring and gasping, hung over Alaina's shoulder as if she was dirty laundry, Diana's mind could not even conceive what Alaina had in mind, as the two figures soon found themselves corner bound. At worst, the Italian believed she was about to be set-up for a superplex or similar. She had no possible thought in her mind Alaina was looking to possibly end her wrestling career!

"Not...a chance.." She'd roar, struggling before Alaina even began to make effort in throwing Diana towards the sky. Her top half hanging over Alaina's shoulder, she'd rear elbow after elbow into her greatest rivals back as she somewhat straightened up; using her other hand to push on that firm upper torso of her foe. Unloading nigh endless strikes, Diana had every intention of forcing herself free of the lift, even if she ended up with her back to the corner. For she had every intention of hitting Alaina with a blockbuster of a move of her own the moment her feet touched the ground!

Alaina was in a daze as blow after blow hammered her head leaving her stunned. In a last ditch effort to still I flirt pain on Diana she tried to throw her into or against the turnbuckle as she staggered back limp legged, her hands cradling her head as she struggled to hobble around upright on her own two feet! She could only hope she did enough to Diana to allow herself to recover otherwise Alaina was wide open for attack!