Alaina Sanders Vs. Diana Accera II: The End All

Back to the corner but free from Alaina, Diana threw her frame headfirst into a move conceived whilst she was haplessly being tossed up and down like a bag of potatoes. Eyes to the top rope to her right a moment, her hands would soon follow; latching to the ropes either side of her, forcing her body to come upwards before her legs latched to the bottom of the turnbuckle behind her.

For whilst the height gained was not great, Diana opted to use her elevated position to its utmost advantage. Jumping straight upwards at Alaina; her right extended, as she tried to bring her greatest rival down to earth with a monstrous flying forearm!

Alaina staggered and her vision focused. She looked up and suddenly wish she was right back in ignorant bliss. Diana was flying at her and quick. It was too late to dodge out of the way or even get her arms up. The amazon cried out as she was smashed with titanic force, hurtling to the mat and laying motionless after being downright devastated by Diana! Alaina's chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her eyes were closed and her body otherwise looked totally lifeless after the great impact!

With Diana's main repertoire out of bounds given her current state of life, or more lack there of, Diana had to make do with that brutal if simple high-forearm, connecting exactly where it apparently needed to, to bring about Alaina's downfall. Falling flat on her front besides her foe, Diana immediately put her hands in something of a press-up posture, as if to attempt a speedy rise to continue her punishment.

Only, no such rise came!

Currently too broken, the Italian could but push on those raised arms; rolling her back across Alaina's side, for a somewhat desperate attempt at ending the match here and now via pin!

Alaina was lifeless, not moving as the first and second counts came. It looked like Diana had won when just before a third count came Alaina screamed as she thrust her hips up and her shoulder, her whole left side rising off the mat to break the count before she fell back, nearly as lifelessly as before!

Alaina was gasping for breath and clearly still out of it. She tried to roll away and struggle up to her hands and knees in an attempt to make it back up onto her feet again. Every movement no matter how small hurt, and she still had a headache from the devastating flying forearm that crashed into her moments ago.

Simply put the amazon was in very bad shape, looking to be on her last legs.

Diana didn't know how, but the end of the match was still, somehow, denied from her. Forced to a sit-up from the momentum of that sudden push, Diana's face would be made apparent to all, as her mouth practically dropped. The move itself was not a finisher, nor even a often used one of Diana's, but given the state of both women here and now, it was the next best thing.

Or so she thought. Evidently, she was wrong.

Soon coming up to her knees, hand rising to literally wipe the sweat from her brow, Diana turned the moment she stood to rest upon the ropes; both apparently needing that air, and to gaze at the woman she simply could not put down. Hand coming over her mouth, wiping the sweat that had built upon the rest of her good looks, the Italian could but stand and wait, cautiously anticipating the rise of her rival. She sure as hell couldn't waste the energy forcing Alaina to rise, after all.

Alaina slowly rose to her feet looking over at Diana who had been waiting. Even though it hurt, even though it took all the energy she had the amazon stood tall and walked up, holding both hands up. "Come on Diana, let me show you who the real amazon is once and for all!" Alaina said as the crowd cheered, the tired woman offering her hands out for a contest of strength this late in the match! Both women were covered in sweat and worn out.

Surely, this appeared to be foolhardy on Alaina's part. She didn't care. She wanted to see once and for all who the real Wonder Woman-esque amazon of women wrestling was.

A test of strength at this point was damn near manical. Even if you won, the strength required to push over even the weakest of frames with your own endurance stretched so far basically turned the whole effort into a double edged sword.

So what did Diana Accera do when faced with her fiercest rival?

She locked hands of course. And gave every ounce of life in her.

"You're done 'Laina...It's mine!" She'd snarl, directing her comment towards the target of that sought after victory, as a near gallon of sweat from both figures created a thin, barely seen pool around their feet. Fine bodies glistening in said sweat, with every muscle flexing in the lock-up let alone the actual exhuming of strength, Diana's teeth bared wide. Her smile long gone, there was no sanctification to be had her from having a good fight, even when she very much well had. Despite comments, next to none cared for the amount of fight the unsuccessful wrestler gave; victory was the only thing that mattered, whether it be by a inch or a mile! And Diana knew that neither she, nor Alaina were petty enough to fill the records with countless rematches; such a effort would only render that sweet win here and now utterly pointless!

"You're...MINE!"

Alaina felt the power of Diana and groaned. She was pushed back a couple steps before digging in her feet, widening her stance as she pressed back with everything she had! "I am going to be the best... and that starts right now!" Alaina said as she cried out, pressing back against Diana and giving every little bit of strength she had left. Both women were going to be drained after this, but Alaina was damned if she was going to come out on the losing end of things!

With neither woman apparently having a off-switch, even when the match itself could have been won by simply directing their strength anywhere but head on, Diana's figure was nigh literally coated in that umpteenth layer of sweat now, as her eyes began to clench shut simply to stop her vision being blurred! Grip itself becoming difficult to maintain, Diana would find her fingers rolling and moving within the grip she held, just to try and wipe some of that salty substance off on her foe!

"Second..fucking..best!" She'd snarl, trying to give another sudden heave of strength forward, her back and arms quite literally shaking, as her legs began to replicate jelly!

Alaina wasn't budging nor was Diana! As Diana called her second best she also let out a loud war cry, her slippery, sweaty body pressing forward into Diana! She felt like this was some sort of power struggle she was obligated to win. Pride, principle... she saw this as absolutely necessary. It meant everything to the two involved even if in the grand scheme of things it was meaningless otherwise.

Alaina pressed her sweaty body into Diana with everything she had! If Diana didn't give way so it was only a short matter of time before Alaina faltered and was over-run!