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

Rebecca would turn somewhat unheeded, as Diana simply opted to keep her distance somewhat, save for the giant woman throwing a elbow back to near knock out the Italian. Front to front, Diana was once more forced to compare figures with Rebecca. She may have had the Italian's wrist in a somewhat unbreakable grip, but Diana would not make it easy for the giant to latch on a grapple, even with the proximity.

The Italian knew she was in a tough spot; power moves had somewhat of a damped effect on someone as big as Rebecca, and she simply didn't have it in her to try and pull it off. She needed the giant to make a mistake, and hopefully, allow Diana to take control via more technical means.

Rebecca growled as Diana did her best to keep her body out of the giantess' arms all-consuming grasp, only really able to get hold of the Italian's wrists. Well that would have to do for now as both of the American's hands went for the same arm and pulled. If Diana didn't want to get thrown around the old-fashioned way then Rebecca would have to improvise, trying to send the Italian amazon running off to the other side of the ring with an Irish whip.

Diana could of focused entirely on trying to keep her frame steady and firmly where it was. But when Rebecca Tomko wanted you to move, you'd move. Thrown to the opposing ropes, arms somewhat fluttering aimlessly by her side, Diana would return, purposefully building speed as she did so. She'd need a hell of a lot of momentum to try and pull off what she had planned; which was take Rebecca clean off her feet.

Closing the distance, fully expecting Rebecca to have her own manoeuvre/counter prepared for the Italian, Diana would leap somewhat early, literally flying at the giant with arm extended- trying to down the amazon with a huge flying forearm!

It had taken a massive effort over a long time but the Italian amazon had managed to knock the ebony giantess down. Rebecca could stand up and take a lot of abuse, but a flying forearm from a 165lb woman was not one of them, not after the two had worn each other out so much already. The American came crashing down to the mat, covering her face from the impact as she was left groaning on the canvas, the ring shaking from the impact.

Diana didn't know how she managed it, but she accomplished a feat she'd deem comparable to winning any tournament or championship. She'd knocked the massive woman down.

Landing next to her, arm somewhat stinging from both the horrendous punishment of her foe and the fact she'd just essentially slammed it against a brick wall, Diana would go for broke.

Somewhat stoic that there was next to no chance she could knock Rebecca out given her current condition, or maybe even if she was fresh for that matter, Diana would shuffle in all fours so that her body was somewhat parallel to Rebeccas, albeit in reverse as her legs were side by side with the giants skull.

With a burst of speed, perhaps her last, Diana would suddenly mount the woman in reverse; her hands either side of Rebeccas legs, as her own legs would try to wrap tightly around the thick neck of the giant!

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Rebecca barely had time to lift her head up off the ground before she found herself looking at a...well, under different circumstances, staring directly up at Diana's shapely ass would be considered a beautiful sight but right now it indicated that things were about to become a lot more perilous for the American Amazon.

The Italian's legs snared around the ebony giantess' neck like a bear trap, the big woman already suffering under the pressure, both hands grabbing onto Diana's thighs in an effort to try and pry her new prison apart with both hands, anything to get some relief and stop her getting squeezed into submission.

A neck hold was Diana's best bet at obtaining a victory; her arms far too tired from trying to repeatedly lift and throw possibly the biggest powerhouse in AFW. Her legs her last option, she went for broke, squeezing with all her might as her eyes closed, the hands of the giant already clamping down. She'd of course hook her ankles, the long hair of Tomko resting over Diana's thighs as she squeezed with all her might, hands gripping the bigger woman's somewhat uncomfortably as she supported herself on the woman.

"Nggh...hehh...ugh..." Rebecca grunted, the amazon's hands clamped around the Italian's legs like a prisoner would grasp the cell bars, hoping that holding them tight enough would cause them to give way, even with her strength though, that wouldn't be enough to get Diana to budge. She was going to have to try something more... risky.

She had to start by twisting and rolling so she was on top, feeling the pressure build with every move she made this plan of hers was going to end poorly for one of the two amazons struggling for superiority. The ebony giantess was running on fumes, but as her hands moved from Diana's legs to her waist, fumes would have to do.

Her head turning purple, she grabbed on and started to pull up, slowly moving up to her knees before Rebecca pulled off the impressive feat of strength by lifting the one hundred and sixty plus pound Italian upside down, legs still firmly clamped around the American's neck as Rebecca Tomko rose to her feet, the pain clearly visible to anyone watching as her vision started to blur, she was only going to get one chance to get Diana to let go.

She dropped down to her knees again, holding Diana tight as she attempted to drive the Italian down head first into the mat, all or nothing on one of the most feared moves in wrestling, the Tombstone Piledriver

Diana was by no means stronger than the giant woman she had in her leg hold, but her somewhat methodical wearing down and the fact both women were on their last legs alongside Diana's determination had pushed the Italian to use all her reserves. Would Rebecca break out? Most certainly. But break out before the damage was done? Arguable.

She felt the giant tumble and turn, eventually forcing the Italian underneath her, causing Diana to wince, but by no means release her squeeze. Rebecca was most likely one of the heaviest women in AFW, a fact made terrifyingly scary when it was clear that the majority of that weight was muscle.

Said muscle would quickly come into play, as the Italian found herself hoisted off the mat as the bigger woman rose, her legs refusing to release there by making the lift somewhat easier for Tomko. Not that she needed help to do it of course. Dangling in the air, it only then became obvious to Diana that Rebecca hadn't gained the position simply out of lack of other options, or to attempt to slam her into the corner to loosen her up.

Well, it became obvious as Diana was already on her way back down.

Head driving into the mat, her own weight used against her alongside the power of the drop, Diana's body turned numb as her legs of course released the giant. Falling spread eagle, her eyes rolled, body briefly jerking as she completely failed to make a notable movement or even scream.

Rebecca breathed a hard long sigh of relief as her head was freed from Diana's powerful scissorhold, the giantess collapsing back down on the fallen Italian as the ref came to check on the two amazons, looking to see if either one of them could possibly continue. Eventually the ebony woman stirred again, pushing herself back up to her knees with the raven haired woman sprawled out in front of her, a firm plan of how to formally end the match.

Reaching down to grab under Diana's arms, she attempted to pull the Italian up into a seating position, only for the giantess to wrap her arm over Diana's head and under her chin, pulling the woman under her arm into a dangerous Dragon Sleeper as she signaled for the ref. She doubted the hold was even necessary but after the war she'd been through Rebecca was leaving nothing to chance.