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

Diana was the quick recovering sort, to say the least. Her training regime often incorporated her quickly rising with increased weight on her body, to simulate how it would feel if she tried a quick rise when her body had been worked somewhat. That been said, it was damned difficult to rise, after been punched by a champion boxer then sent flying.

Lying on her front, she'd begin to push up, quicker than most, but apparently not quick enough, as Carmen simply mounted her, wrapping her throat.

Figuring the best course of action would be to continue her rise, both hands would remain on the floor, as she'd continue to push up, with Carmen on a forced piggy back of sorts if she still refused to move, intending to get standing, as her mouth began to gag.

Carmen was starting to strongly suspect that Diana wasn’t wholly human. Resisting the hold was one thing - she hardly expected the steely woman to go gently into the night. But when she started to not just fight, but stand up, rising with Carmen’s weight bearing down on her? Freakish strength. Beyond impressive. She almost wished the two of them were friends, so they could share workout tips.

But that was fine, because Carmen could just make the hold worse, and that was exactly what she did. Bringing her legs up, she wrapped them around Diana’s waist, crossed her ankles, and began to power down, putting her ripped thigh muscles to good use as she turned the move into a rear naked choke. ”Go to sleep…” She tightened the chokehold more than ever and hissed into Diana’s ear. Go. To. Sleep.”

It didn’t matter how strong Diana was, she still needed to breath. Any second now...

Diana was more using better positioning to rise, rather than more rely on her vast strength. Pushing to all fours, it was just then a matter of getting to her knee's, one hand holding her steady, to having neither hand hold the floor as she'd rise. Simply and easy. Except it was neither, with a woman on her back trying to choke all sense out of the woman.

She almost expected the waist scissor to be added, both to pressure Diana's lungs and try to make them cave in directly, and to allow more leverage on her throat hold. Diana wanted to use her hands to directly fight the two locks Carmen had so tightfully applied on her. But she once again used her common sense, despite being short on air. If she worked the choke, Carmen would simply work the scissors. And vice versa. Doing either would simply provide more time in the breath constricting hold regardless, rather than trying to do something that would force an immediate release.

Rather than try for the typical reversing into the turnbuckle, or trying to slam Carmen onto the ground by dropping backwards, Diana decided for something outside the box. Well, more outside the ring. After all, there was always the chance her tough opponent simply would refuse to release or even loosen the hold should she try to turn her into a battering ram, providing Diana with several more seconds of having all sense choked from her.

Instead, she'd look straight towards the middle ropes, before running, as fast as she could towards them. Ducking under, she was essentially performing a suicide dive, with no target of course, as her only opponent was on her back. But as she did so, she'd be sure just to clear her head below the middle rope. That of course, meant Carmen would catch them, smack bang right on her own throat!

For maybe the first time since this fight - and it was starting feel more like a fight and less like a match - began, Carmen was starting to feel relaxed. As much as you could be while choking the life out of someone, at least.

Yes, Diana rising up like she did was impressive, but it hadn’t gotten her any closer to freedom. If anything, it was exactly what she needed to seal the Amazon’s fate. Now she had a powerful waist scissors to pile on the pain, and victory seemed assured. In a regular match, Diana could get the ropes, but here there were no breaks. Carmen could just squeeze and squeeze and squeeze…

”It’s over!” Carmen blocked out her students’ chants and focused on the violent vixen between her legs. ”Just tap out, before I-”

Carmen was interrupted as she felt Diana’s body moving forward. At first, she thought the lack of oxygen had taken its toll, and she was merely passing out. Nope. No such luck. She was moving forward, fast, and Carmen only figured out her plan the moment she leaped forward and dove through the ropes. By that time, it was far too late to really do anything about it but cringe. ”Meirda-”

The rope snapped against Carmen’s throat and instantly dislodged her, leaving her a gagging, coughing mess in the ring while Diana flew out to an unknown fate. She had no idea where her opponent tumbled to, and she didn’t much care at the moment. Carmen was far too busy rolling around, grasping her throat, trying to get in a clear breath through her battered windpipe.

Diana lamented her choice of tactics, as she was sent tumbling outside. She had to give her points for creativity mind, she couldn't recall anyone trying a counter like that to such a hold. Probably because it was partially insane.

Her arms extending as she essentially suicide-dived an invisible woman, she fell directly on said arms as her head went face first into the mat, luckily turning the manoeuvre into somewhat of a roll as the big Italian landed on her back. It still damn hurt though, even if she couldn't of landed better. After all, it was a gym, not a AFW arena with padded mats on the outside.

Sitting up, she'd hold her neck, spluttering like she'd just smoked a hundred cigarettes, the colour in her cheek quickly returning. As long as she controlled herself and slowly regained breath, she'd be back fighting fit. She had to almost thank Carma's choice of tactics- had Diana been bent in a torture rack or crushed in a bearhug, her back would of hurt oh so much more from every proceeding slam. But a choke, even a ridiculously long and powerful one, only caused discomfort, great discomfort mind, in her neck, something that could later become negligible. After all, how many wrestling manoeuvres forced you to land on your neck?

Even then, the force of Carmen's entire body weight being thrown onto the ropes via her neck would even them out some what, she hoped. She'd sit there, for a while, eyes on her spluttering opponent, the girls that had surrounded her keeping relative distance, confident their teacher could deliver enough beating so that they need'nt bother.

This woman was insane, Carmen decided.

Oh, sure, you could apply that label to many women in the AFW, but usually that was a different sort of nuttery. The more perverted, horny kind. Diana was a different sort of crazy. The kind that you didn’t see too often - battle crazy. Carmen wasn’t sure if that was better or worse for her, but it sure made for a harder fight. And it probably meant that, if Carmen wanted to hold on to her belt, she'd need to get a little crazy, too.

Those thoughts would have to be worked on later. For now, Carmen was mostly focused on important things. Like breathing.

She rolled to her side and grabbed the ropes, using the one hand that wasn’t rubbing her neck to slowly pull herself back up. She was disoriented now, still trying to get her bearing, and she wasn’t quite sure where Diana had fallen off to at the moment.

Maybe not insane. But as close as you could get before men in white coats appeared. At least her summary of the woman was right. Hell, a few spectators of her previous fights swore that the woman were that battle-crazy, that breaking a leg or arm of hers would merely stumble her.

She'd slowly use the ring apron to pull herself up standing, spotting her similarly hurt foe. Whilst Carmen's choke was obviously longer, and more breath restricting, Diana's was sudden, and extremely harsh. It was like comparing a snake slowly squeezing your neck, to a horse stepping on it.

She'd slowly start to roll under the bottom ropes, trying to continue this so far extreme brawl.

Oh. There she was.

Carmen had just finished sputtering when Diana started to slowly make her way into the ring, no doubt ready for much more. They both were, really. It was painfully obvious that this fight still had more to take from both of them before they were willing to relent, and Carmen was perfectly fine with the notion of fighting Diana all the way to the end.

Just not in the ring. Time to make it a little more interesting.

Carmen dove towards Diana as she rolled into, trying to pounce on top of her and make them both go tumbling back out to the floor.

Rolling in, Diana was sure she'd be given time to stand, her opponent sounding like she was suffering a asthma attack. She was wrong. Pulling herself just barely off her feet, she'd find her toned foe quickly bouncing at her, pushing move of the big women to the empty devoid space outside of the ring, Diana's awkward fall meaning Carmen would land to the side of her, as the big Italian would splutter more at her inability to recover.

Diana wasn’t the only one taken by surprise when the two muscular beauties went rolling out of the ring. The camera had been nearing the two of them, expecting the action to go back inside the ring, and when he turned out to be wrong, there wasn’t any chance to back away - the two wrestlers crash into the poor guy and rolled over him, leaving three bodies on the floor instead of just two. Not to mention some wrecked equipment - it seemed like this match wouldn’t be on the AFW Network anytime soon.

Carmen wanted to check on the guy, make sure he was okay, but she knew she couldn’t afford to take the heat off Diana - openings like this wouldn’t come often. With one, final cough to clear her throat, Carmen grabbed the Amazon by the hair, sinking her fingers into those beautiful black tresses, and started to stand up, forcing Diana to rise along with her.

”On your feet, let’s go…” She looked over her shoulder, making sure everyone was giving them a good deal of space to fight. She had the feeling that they’d need it.