Alaina Sanders Vs. Diana Accera II: The End All

Scenario un-improving, Diana's hand didn't leave her gut for the moment she stayed there, as the exhausted Italian did what she could to catch that breath of hers. Sweat pouring off her, an incredible feet given she wasn't even pressed to another warm figure, the tired prize fighter would find her rival coming in close with intention to soon enough bring about her end.

Her hand already low however, Diana was eager to put it to good use, even if it was borderline limp. Slapping that knee as it rose, Diana would find herself somewhat pivoted towards the ring post regardless. Doing what she could with such little strength, as Alaina pulled the Italian in the opposite way to build up speed, Diana would pace past Alaina with that same arm raised; for a rather weak, yet desperate lariat!

Alaina was caught off guard as Diana's arm crashed against Alaina's throat, sending her crumpling to the floor again! It seemed like nothing Alaina did could really put Daina away fully. Making matters worse Alaina was gasping for breath, coughing as her throat had just been crushed by a lariat. She was laid out, barely moving and unable to get up to her feet or defend herself. It was a potentially fatal spot to be in at this point in the match and Alaina was being set upon by a feeling of futility and despair. Could she do anything at this point to beat Diana?

The lariat might have not have hurt like hell like Diana's regular offence, but it paid the bills. A strike from Diana, even lacking that incredible power, was still one thrown from a figure as toned and muscular as her after all.

Taking but a moment to fall to her knees before slowly slipping back to a standing posture, Diana's right hand was raised, the figure using it to wipe the thick sweat that was on her forehead. A hefty breath later, and Diana attempted to use her limited energy reserves for a rather rough kick into the side of her foes body, in an effort to keep Alaina aching.

She may have not have been the grounded one of the two, but she was in just as bad a spot when it came to figuring out how to simply defeat this foe!

Alaina had wanted to get up and get herself back in the fight but a hard kick hammered her side, eliciting a groan and wince as she was kept down on the ground after the kick! Alaina grabbed her side, holding her side as she remained down. Alaina was running on empty and each powerful strike of Diana's that connected meant that Alaina was one step closer to being defeated!

She hadn't felt a pain like this in a very long time. The amazon was in dire straits as she tried to roll over, knowing she had to at the very least get to her feet.

Diana had pushed Alaina down once more, but again, she could not be wasteful with her energy. Eyes to the ring soon after, the count hitting the mid point, the amazon left Alaina on a moments notice. Sliding her figure into the ring, she knew for a fact that Alaina, regardless of the strength left in her, would not let things end on a countout. Such would have been the definition of a humiliation to either woman; both suffering a defeat via one, and being forced to win from one.

Sliding her figure to the other side of the ropes, the raven haired beauty took what breath she could, as she watched Alaina inevitably rise. With but a few good moves left in her before she'd most certainly fall flat on her face, Diana was left pondering just how in the world she could ensure that it was her that hit them, rather than vice-versa!

Alaina stumbled over to the ring, awkwardly climbing up onto the apron and rolling underneath the ropes. She tried to rise again, stumbling back up to her feet as she had to be wary of Diana. She was in trouble right now and knew Diana probably saw her as an easy target. Alaina tried to get up vertical, arms up ready to guard as she rose, doing her best to focus her vision on Diana. Alaina tried to be the one to act first, hoping to move at Diana and reach out, trying to grab hold of her and grapple with the gorgeous powerhouse!