Cyclone Tag Tournament Round 1: Rebecca and Diana vs Kyoko and Amy

Gazing at Kyoko as she paced around, Diana would simply follow suite; circling in the opposite direction as her hands held their stance. Before the Belly Queen could begin to exchange hands with the Italian though, she'd apparently find herself being replaced by Amy-the blonde Lion quickly asserting herself into the match.

Diana merely grunted, her posture turning relaxed for a moment before swinging her hands right back up into the boxing stance. She didn't care which one came at her. She simply wanted a fight.

"Whats the big deal anyway, consider this round two, the bitch tries what she did in the beginning and Ill just end her there and then." Amy reasoned as the ref forced Kyoko out of the ring despite her reluctance and then Amy turned her attention to Diana, finally getting a chance to test the waters with the woman again, preferably without her trying to avoid any contact at all costs, though if she tried Amy would make it her mission to take her head off.

"Your mine now Diana." Amy said as she moved in with her arms up and ready, not wanting to waste any time as she swung for a right aimed at her head and tried to follow it up with a jab at her opponents chest to start things off with a bang.

Her foe finally closing the distance, Diana's boxing background now came into it's own as her senses took over, her body now seemingly acting on its own. A shot up high towards the Italian's head would find no mark as she'd lean back, before a forceful lower shot to Diana's bouncy heavy chest would instead find a stern set of arms in front of it. The force was of course notable, but Diana been pushed slightly back was of course preferable to a clean shot from a woman like Amy.

"Well, the lion wants to dance huh..." Diana muttered, ever confident that if grappling wasn't at all brought into it, the match was simply hers. Not that she'd complain if grapples were brought into the mix, as ever eager to bump bodies and prove hers was the greater.

Stepping forward, the Italian would shoot a rapid series of jabs up high at her blonde foe, that numbered in the many. Nothing forceful that couldn't be prevented with a simple block. But then again, that seemed to be the point, as failing to block would mean a direct hit from the Italian, where as actually blocking would simply force the woman to keep her arms there, as the jabs would continue regardless. Simply put, Diana was taking the offensive and trying to make her blonde foe sweat a little!

"If getting mauled to the point you cant move Is what you would call a dance then yeah its definitely a dance" She said as she tried to go on the attack, getting in a good hit as she backed Diana up, she knew it probably wasn't the smartest move to be trying to go for a fist fight with someone who fought like Diana does but after getting ducked around for most of their last encounter she didn't care.

Though Diana made her pay for it soon enough as she started to send punches towards her face, quick jabs that caught her initially. "Ghhnn!" Amy grunted as she was forced back by the first few hits connecting before she got her arm up and was forced back further as she had to block the punches. Though she had no intention of staying this way as she kept her arms up and eventually in-between punches, ducked and tired to swing in for an uppercut to the belly.

Diana was surprised at first that her telegraphed assault managed to land a few strikes. The whole point of her relentless assault was to not land direct hits, but to more put Amy solely on the defensive, and perhaps suggest not to box with a former full time boxer. Amy would soon shoot for an in-between; despite there been little, as Diana purposefully put a tiring level of speed into her jabs.

Because of that, a few more shots would land on Amy's cheek before she forced a more powerful punch into Diana's toned abs that stopped the boxing session in it's entirety. Before she took the moment to wince as a gasp of air was forced from her cheeks, Diana would somewhat use the rush of pain to lunge at her foe; jumping and turning sideways for something of a weight-fuelled enzui-giri, more in an effort to bring the two back down to the ground.

Amy's attempt to get in and strike cost her initially but she quickly recovered and was able to get around the punches and nail Diane with a solid punch to the gut. It didn't get much of a reaction but Amy would be pretty disappointed in the Italian amazon if it did, especially with how cocky she had been all throughout today.

Though as she tried to follow it up with a right hook Diana went for an enziguri kick. Because of the hook she couldn't bring her arm in to block and took the kick to the side of the head. "Aaagh!" She groaned as she collapsed to one knee. Holding her head and trying to get back up.

Now on the ground, Diana still forced herself to burn through adrenaline in order to maintain her assault. If she dared stop, she would have to force a hefty amount of wind back into her lungs from both the stomach strike, and the fact she was pushing herself near constantly.

Rolling via her hips so that her legs were closest to Amy, Diana knew fully well that she had to continue with her assault immediately otherwise Amy would simply take advantage of the position she was now in. Extending those long toned Italian legs straight up, she'd try to hook one leg under the arm that was tending to her foes skull, whilst the other would hook around her foes other side, only above her shoulder. Locking via the heels behind the head of the wounded lion, Diana would be quick to pull Amy down onto her level, looking for a aptly applied triangle choke hold!

Amy growled as she tried to get her opponent off her but Diana continued to try and keep her down from being unable to move while bringing her down and forward for another submission hold. Locking her legs around her neck and rolling her through for a triangle choke hold to try and wear her down.

The blonde was quick to bring her hands around her and stop her from locking the hold around her neck entirely though tat didn't stop her from being stuck on account of Diana's hold. Amy tried to grab at her legs, growling as her air was restricted she needed to think of an out before it was too late.

Diana would grunt as she found her foe offering strong resistance the moment she hooked her legs; albeit she'd take solace in the fact her lock was still there, she simply couldn't apply it. Ever the improviser, Diana had already come up with an alternative as she held her foe somewhat firmly, somewhat darkly teetering on the idea of suggesting her foe simply let her choke her, given how brutal and painful the alternative was.

Without wasting much more precious time, Diana would simply began to roar as she shot her crooked arm forward; delivering elbow after elbow directly into Amy's close skull, as if she was trying to break open a coconut!

Trying to shift herself in a way that would allow herself to slide out Amy struggled as it meant that she would need to get on her legs and try to move around, though with some difficulty that began to form. Up until she felt Diana's fists crash into her face not once or twice but over and over again as she kept on the attack.

"Arrggh!" She groaned as the first blow landed and was repeated by several more blows to her face that started to wear her efforts at getting free down. Groaning she raised her free hand and started to swing them down at Diana's body and legs and anything she could hit in return to try and get her to stop so she could get free.