24/7 Championship Match: Carmen Rodriguez (C) Vs Diana Accera

Looking back on her choice of follow up, it was pretty obvious Diana had made a mistake. Even with Carmen's arms hurting, it wouldn't take much to resist the push, and then their was obviously her legs. Her Diana held a woozy champion in her arms, the move would of made sense.

Instead, she found a surprising amount of force hitting back into her the moment Carmen shoved into the lockers, Diana's grip not at all weakened, it only meant that more of the force hit her, forcing the Italian to stumble back with Carmen in her arms, like a bag of shopping.

Eventually the stumble would completely topple her, forcing her to fall backwards, trying her best to turn Carmen somewhat so that she would fall to her side rather than literally squash the Italian.

Carmen’s ploy worked. More or less.

She managed to keep herself from getting slammed into the lockers and knocked clean out, so in that way, it was an unqualified success. Somehow, though, it was hard to feel all that good about a move which resulted in her crashing into the floor and tumbling to the side. They were down now, and Diana’s position was less advantageous, but she still had a superior position behind Carmen. Something had to be done about that.

Her arms still hurt like fire, but she’d have to push past it for now. Carmen swung her arm out behind her, aiming a wild elbow at Diana’s face, a little payback for the damage she’d dealt over the last couple of minutes. If it worked, more would be coming.

Essentially lying next to the champion, Diana had every intention of rolling away, getting to her feet, and resuming her brutal stream of assaults, with her next one being much more carefully planning.

She'd move far too slowly however, as that elbow came swinging into the Italian's cheek as she pulled herself to all fours, essentially knocking her into the roll by force. Only one Diana had some space, instead of standing, she brought her hand up to her cheek, rubbing that wounded spot.

The elbow connected clean and quick, making some much needed distance between the two of them. Carmen should’ve been relieved. She should’ve been glad to get some space between the two of them, allowing her time to recoup and recover. But she wasn’t, she couldn’t be, because she knew that the reprieve just meant that Diana would be hitting her that much harder in a moment. Unless, of course, Carmen hit her first.

She rolled over to her chest and popped up. She didn’t fully stand, she didn’t have enough time for that. Instead, she got about halfway up, then turned over and came down on Diana’s chest with a wild elbow drop, falling on her with all the weight and momentum she could manage.

Laying on the mat, Diana would of bet her money on that assault being a desperation move, one to simply throw the Italian off balance and allow Carmen space to stand, wipe herself off, and breath. She was wrong.

Just as she was about to pull her head off the floor, trying to ever so slowly pull herself sitting up, Carmen again pushed an assault. This time, the sharp elbow hit right on the sweet spot, right on her exposed stomach, the force and weight behind it causing the Italian to jolt up in spasm, before collapsing back down, her arms spread eagle.

Her face one of pure pain, she'd wildly pant, trying to get the colour back into her cheeks. Weirdly enough though, after laying there a moment, her face would turn a new emotion, one that would of surely shocked all around her, Carmen included.

The sick bitch smiled.

It was then, as Carmen moved away from the elbow drop, and started to get back up, that she saw Diana. On the floor. Reeling from the blow. Clearly hurt. Smiling.

Yep. She was crazy.

But it hardly mattered whether Diana was getting off on this beating. She was taking damage, and damage was damage whether you enjoyed it or not. Carmen was doing a number on her body, and she aimed to keep on doing it until Diana didn’t even have the energy to smile.

”Girls,” She spared a quick glance to her students as she rolled over and straddled Diana’s chest. ”Don’t follow my example on this one.”

Carmen took a quick second to shake her arms, getting a little feeling in her limbs, and then she went to town on the challenger’s face, unloading on her with a volley on bare knuckle blows to the face, raining them down one after the other.

Diana could of been on deaths door for all she cared, it was the fact Carmen could deliver her to it despite being hurt so much herself. Anything from here on in was merely a bonus for the twisted Italian; she got what she came for, a fight she'd damn well feel for weeks after.

Her arms would simply lay to her side, almost wanting Carmen to try to further beat her, allowing her an easy mount.

The moment she did though, she crossed her arms, holding a firm guard. She wanted a hell of a fight after all, she wasn't a masochist. Her guard obviously became less and less firm with each powerful strike from the champion boxer, protecting her face for now, but damn well removing her Italian power more and more as she was pummelled.

Carmen punched Diana.

Diana blocked the shot.

Carmen punched Diana even harder.

Diana blocked the shot.

The punches weren’t ineffective, they were drilling into the Amazon’s guard and weakening it. But they weren't weakening her fast enough. Carmen’s arms, still hurting from nearly being pulled clean off her body, were losing power, and there was simply no way she could sustain the effort for much longer. Her arms would tire, her power would wane, and then Diana would get back up and start dominating again. If it happened again again, she wasn't at all confident about her chances. Which meant that Carmen had to put her down and she had to do it immediately and she had to do without her best weapons.

Okay. Her second best would have to do.

Carmen let out a fierce roar and pushed against Diana’s guard, using it to keep Diana down and help her get back up in the same motion. The champion popped up to her feet, jumped straight into the air, and aimed both of her heels toward the challenger’s chest, looking to crush her with a hellacious double stomp, crush the Amazon under her heel.

Diana was in the definition of bad spots, to say the least. Whilst her guard held for the while, each and every shot felt like it could snap the Italians arms in two. That, and the sheer force was essentially making the woman smack herself. She'd lick her lips somewhat still though, even whilst she appeared fully trapped, as the sheer power from each and every of Carmen's strikes suggested she could probably keep the battering up all day! Even if somehow Diana springed up and out of her horrid position, there was no way she would regain her domination so quickly. Especially not with her arms.

Soon though, Carmen would hoist off her, using Diana's own guard as a base to push on, obtaining a standing position whilst the Italian would remain flat on her back.

A huff later, Carmen would soon be airborne, landing her feet impossibly hard on the Italian's arms, essentially crushing them in between her feet and Diana's massive chest! She'd resist a outright roar of pain, her head shooting back, teeth bared, back arching in spasm.

Diana’s roar of pain wasn’t totally unexpected - in fact, given the severity of Carmen’s attack, it was the only thing that could’ve happened. This was a tough, strong, fearless woman she was fighting, but they were both human, and as her boots came crashing down, she heard the very real sound of her opponent’s agony.

Carmen winched. For a split-second, she winched. It wasn’t a sound she took any real pleasure in, but she knew what it signified. She was winning.

”Levántate!” Carmen’s voice came out as a growl, partly from her exhaustion, partly from her rising rage. She grabbed Diana by the wrists and roughly yanked her up, forcing her to stand up. It was time to end this, once and for all.