American Muscle Vs Italian Finesse: Rebecca "The Enforcer" Tomko Vs Diana Accera

Submission Or KO Match
No Count outs or Pin falls

Whilst she looked pretty as a picture, sat peacefully in her dressing room chair, eyes closed and crossed arms. Diana's heart was racing. Not because it was her in-ring debut in AFW. No, she didn't care for the marks that would be gawping the Italian Beauty as she aimed to break her foe. It was the fact that the woman she were about to face, was of a stature that could easily break her.

Rebecca Tomko. The Enforcer.

On stats alone, Tomko immediately looked to be Diana's greatest challenge, a fact that only put a smile on Diana's face considering she'd be facing the amazon in her first official AFW match. Hell of a way to make a statement, considering Diane was always on the look out for a 'challenge'.

Moments later, she'd begin her slow methodical pace to the entrance curtain, her signature wrestling attire already equipped. Her breathing was normal; her heart still racing. If she wanted a thrill, she were about to get one, her entrance music kicking off with the stage hand signalling her to emerge.

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Keeping her methodical pace down the ramp, she'd keep her eyes focused dead set on the ring, the crowd throwing a series of small cheers to support the plucky young debuting amazon, most likely unbeknownst to her true, almost sadistic personality, mixed in with wolf whistles, as the curvy Italian strolled before their eyes. Rolling under the ropes, she'd run from rope to rope, almost sprinting, intent on getting her strong Italian body as ready and warmed up as it could be, for what would most likely be, a debut match she'd never forget.

Rebecca sighed as she stretched out backstage, getting a small last-minute warmup before she headed off to the ring for another clash of the giants. This time against a debuting wrestler presumably making to look an impact by taking it to the biggest woman on the roster, trying to make toppling the giantess the first accomplishment as they move to the big leagues, the first challenge they conquered. Well if this Diana wanted a challenge, the amazon was willing to oblidge.

Her theme pumped through the arena as the lights dimmed, a hulking shadowy figure appearing on top of the ramp before the lights snapped back on, revealing the 6 foot 6 amazon in all her glory, stomping her way to the ring.

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Holding down the ropes so she could step over, Rebecca walked straight up to the Italian, letting Diana soak in the size difference between them as the crowd soaked in the sight of the two muscled goddesses.

Rebecca immediately closing the distance between the two, Diana stood, arms by her side, puffing out her chest, her eyes matching her foes. She kept silent for the time being, the two huge womens stare down speaking volumes. She couldn't help but feel like she'd bitten off more than she could chew, with the big girl right infront of her. But then again, even a good performance against such a dominant build would catch the eyes of some big players in AFW. Of course, Diana wasn't just after a good show; she had every intention of taking control of Tomko from the get go.

Eventually forced away by the ref intervening, Diana stood back, rolling her shoulders, before leaving her hands up, ready to begin her match.

Rebecca did her best to seem as intimidating as possible to the newcomer: pressing her breasts on top of Diana, looking down with an expression that could best be described as barely veiled contempt. All to try and make the curvy Italian feel small against the imposing might of the Amazon, trying to unnerve her opponent before the bell actually started. Not that she'd had much luck with that in the past... most people jumped at the chance to take down someone her size, and a few of them really could do just that. Time to see where Diana fell on the scale of fools to giant killers.

Taking a step back when she felt the ref push away at her hardened abs to try and pry the two fighters apart so the bell could be rung out, the titaness holding up her hands in front of her as she signaled to stat things off with a test of strength.

Diana tried her best menacing face, made somewhat difficult by the woman simply towering over, the huge chest of Rebecca coming close to Diana's bottom half of her face. No matter, she thought. Just a giant to fell.

Taking a single step back courtesy of the ref, she'd quickly match Rebecca's posture with her hands, again closing the distance. She may have been confident, arguably cocky, but Diana was no idiot. Raw strength against a woman this size was going to get her no-where.

But then again, there were opportunities to be used in engaging in a test of strength. And even failing that, Diana would use her lower centre of gravity and firm stance to make the big woman truly work to beat her in the test, determined not to be some typical forgettable rag doll that ran head first into Rebecca and left squashed.

locking fingers up with the Italian, Rebecca slowly pushed back and down, but not as hard as she could. The giantess wanted to get a feel for how strong Diana was now, instead of being caught by surprise later that she could pick up the two hundred and forty pound amazon, "Come on... show me what you got." She growled out in challenge.

Bracing against the massive figure, Diana could at least take solace in the fact that she had the lower centre of gravity, and hence stronger base to push on. 'Push on' probably been the wrong term, as she opted to simply try and brace, so that the massive woman couldn't push her over, knowing full well that the chances of her beating Rebecca in a test of strength were about the same as Rebecca dominating her with luchadore moves.

Diana would simply meet eyes with the woman, throwing a dark smile back as both powerhouses grunted at each other, arms completely flexed, seemingly getting the challenge so she desperately wanted.

Rebecca scowled at the Italian as she felt Diana push back against her, the Italian was definitely strong, and had she been debuting against someone other than the Amazonian Enforcer, then she could have had a fun time throwing smaller women around. Unfortunately for Diana though, she had to deal with the wall of muscle in front of her.

"Kneel." The ebony giantess commanded, squeezing Diana's palms as she pulled her hands up to stretch out her opponents arms before pressing down again, her muscles tightening as she tried to force the curvy Italian down on her knees with her immense strength.

It was obvious from spotting the size of the woman, that winning tests of strength was never a possibility from the outset. But damn Diana would try. And make Rebecca work for it in the process.

Her knee starting to buckle under the sheer pressure of the woman, Diana simply gave a dark smile back, as it became apparent she was facing probably one of the few women who actually could make her kneel.

She'd grunt though, turning her head down to the mat. She wasn't going to be a small peasant to the giant powerhouse for long, as she'd try to suddenly yank her arms down and free, twisting her fingers in the process, before trying to wrap them around the left leg of the giant, considering Rebecca had already forced her partially low in the first place.

Grunting with effort, Rebecca afforded herself a small grin as she started to feel Diana buckling under the pressure, although she raised an eyebrow in confusion as the Italian was smiling straight back at her and the amazon didn't know why. Usually there's a combination of frustration, fear and exertion whenever she looked down on someone losing a test of strength, not so from Diana. Either she had a masochistic streak, not the first person the Giantess had faced with one, or she had an idea.

The moment of confusion allowed Diana to pull away, leaving Rebecca to stumble forward with the sudden lack of resistance and straight into the Italian's waiting arms.