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

The kick connected neatly into the firm steel beam that was Rebecca's stomach, but Diana knew straight away that this was no time to lick her wounds. Given Rebecca's stature, Diana's own signature submissions had been somewhat stricken from her from the get go. Rebecca was simply too damn big to hoist up into them, even on a good day when Diana was fresh.

Instead she'd have to improvise; and get desperate.

With her foe bent in front of her Diana would push forward, arms up. Aiming to hook them around the neck of her bent foe, she'd briefly crank it, before readying her body. If Rebecca essentially let her, the Italian would then hop up, aiming to wrap her thick legs around the even thicker waist of Tomko, looking for a desperate guillotine with scissors hold!

Rebecca didn't really know what to expect when Diana hooked her arm over the giantess' neck. She knew she'd been wrenching on the Italian's arms for a good long time, even if she had the core and leg strength to lift up the two hundred plus pounds of ebony muscle into the air, she doubted that Diana would have the arm strength to keep the big woman up in the air. What she did have though, was enough strength to jump up and start squeezing the amazon's ribs with her strong thighs, while the Italian's arms went to work on her neck.

Rebeccaa had to wrap an arm around her foe just to stay standing and not get spiked with a surprise DDT, but the sudden weight on her neck did the giantess no favours whatsoever, forcing her back down to one knee as she tried to get stable with the raven haired woman piling on the pressure.

Admittedly Diana hopped on the giant with intention of both trying to turn her thick neck and meaty stomach to mush equally, albeit with limited success. Arms still wrenched, what she hoped to of been a agonizing choke was for most parts a means of Diana simply staying on the woman. Her legs would squeeze much harder, but against the thick block of meat that was Rebecca's stomach? She didn't know if there was enough time in the day to force a submission by those means. Still, she'd push her luck, praying the hold was at least weakening the bigger woman in some way.

The giant's stance again falling to a knee, Diana threw the ever so slightest of smiles, as her hold seemed to be working for at least the moment. She'd suddenly release an arm, trying to slide it and hook just under Rebecca's own armpit, before trying to relock. By doing so, she'd change the upper part of the hold into somewhat of a half-chickenwing-half-choke, removing near all torturing effect of the hold. By doing so, she'd at least try to remove the ability for Rebecca to wrap both arms around the Italian and squeeze her silly.

There was always the threat of being slammed or squashed though, as the Italian was literally wrapped around the much bigger woman.

Letting one arm go free of it's diligent duty of trying to crush Rebecca's tree trunk of a neck allowed the ebony amazon to let out a small grunt of "What?" As she tried to get to grips with what was going on with Diana's plan. Maybe she was too tired to keep up the tight guillotine choke... or she was just trying to twist the amazon's arm and make the big Italian hanging off her by the neck and waist all the more awkward to hold.

Rebecca was stuck in a bad situation, she didn't want the fight to go down to the mat, but standing up wasn't going to get Diana off her, nor with one arm was she going to be slapping on a bearhug to shake her off or just simply suplexing her into whatever unfortunate position the Italian would land in. But there was still one option, she still had her scooped up in one arm, but it was going to take a lot of work. The most she could do right now was slowly make the long rise to standing up straight.

Diana was doing a somewhat accurate impression of a limpet, as the big Italian hung on the even bigger woman, her focus near solely lied on trying to crush her foes waist. Probably not a waist choice considering the amount of muscle in Tomko's base. Still, she'd somewhat effectively managed to trap her foe, even snagging an arm for her efforts. Next to no strain was put on Tomko's neck or caught arm, as the Italian simply held on to provide a base for those thick Italian legs to keep squeezing.

To her somewhat horror, Rebecca would rise, slowly but surely, at a controlled enough pace that there was no chance Diana could of wobbled her. Her apparent effort had seemingly gained no effect, as the Italian was found hanging on the completely standing giant.

She'd turn her head slightly, eyeing the corner straight behind her. A bodysplash? Or perhaps slammed straight down? Either way, 270lbs of muscle crushing the amazon didn't sound appealing, and it seemed like the most viable threat once Rebecca was fully rose.

Taking somewhat of a deep breath, Diana would release her foes arm, both hands coming to foes shoulders. With a huge shove, she'd try to break away cleanly, of course releasing her leg scissor in the effort, hands somewhat still high as the Italian would try to push away from the standing giant. She prayed she was quick enough, otherwise Rebecca would be more than close enough in the early stages of the push to try and seek her revenge...

Rebecca had just about forced herself standing up with eyes towards one of the corners to squish the Italian against before Diana caught onto the giantess' plan and broke the hold, shoving the big American back into the ropes as she broke away. Fine with her, she just wanted a way to not feel as though her waist was caught in a crocodile's mouth and not to have a noose around her neck. Breathing was a painful process right now, but it was miles better than the alternative as she leaned over the top rope.

Diana felt almost like her prayers had been answered, as the giant opted not for an immediate counter. Had such counter occurred, Diana would of been in somewhat of a dire spot, her own strength briefly exhausted from trying to crush the amazons gut and neck. The Italian would somewhat rub a creak in her own back, her strain evident as she caught her breath and took a moment to plan her next assault.

Surely enough, the Italian almost felt invited to continue said assault as Rebecca turned her back to her, resting over the top ropes. Diana somewhat cockily felt that if she put enough force in, she could probably force the girl to exit the ring altogether; given Rebecca's sheer scale, she nearly scaled the ropes simply by resting on them!

Instead, the Italian would somewhat warily step close, knowing that forcing the woman out the ring would be of next to no benefit. Carefully approaching, as if she was walking into the lions den, ever conscious of the fact her giant opponent might suddenly turn and try to take her head clean off her shoulders, Diana would lean in, aiming for a tight reverse waist lock on her big foe, to simply try and reaffirm control.

Rebecca didn't get nearly enough of a breather for her liking as the Italian quickly moved to wrap her arms around the amazon's waist and started squeezing again. "K..." she grunted, gripping onto the top rope tightly as she tried to swing her hips into Diana's abs in attempt to dislodge her foe as she returned to putting the pressure on the ebony giantess, trying to crush the fight out of the larger woman.

Diana wasn't so much squeezing, so much as trying her best to force Rebecca to somewhat succumb to her control and step back from the ropes. Tensely gripping around the woman's somewhat massive waist, Diana would find the musculier hips of her amazon rival somewhat swaying her, briefly turning the moment into somewhat of a rodeo.

Diana would be pushed back somewhat, her grip reduced to nothing more than a holding of Rebecca's waist.

"What's it gonna take...to put you down?!" She'd roar, panting mid-sentence, clearly tired from trying to fight on even fronts with her giant foe.

Rebecca grunted and groaned as she pushed and got pulled around the ring, neither woman making much in the way of progress as they tussled for control, the giantess had managed to get Diana's grip to loosen up but by the same token, she still had her back turned against the Italian amazon and this time without the ropes to grab on to for support. "Nggh..." she grumbled, hands firmly on Diana's wrist as she attempted to turn back around to face her foe "...More than you got."