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

Releasing Carmen, Diana let out a huge huff of air as she was obviously no longer holding that toned frame up in such a dominant manner. She'd take a single step back as she fell, obviously not wanting to get hit by a stray flying leg.

The moment Carmen was down, Diana would pace around her legs, like a wild animal looking for a way to take down it's prey. Just because the champ was down, didn't mean she was out. With her downed foe looking straight up at her in pain though, with Carmen on her back, Diana couldn't help but feel in control. She even let herself smile again.

She'd once more straddle Carmen, her hand reaching down to grab her hair, whilst the other gave a mild jab, aimed square at her jaw, to try and keep the champion's eyes spinning, as she once more tried to get Carmen standing.

”Take it slow, Carmen.” She muttered the words under her heavy breaths, trying to get some feeling back in her arms and refocus. ”Nice and slow.”

From her spot on the floor, she could see Diana stalking her, casting a long shadow across the room through the overhead lights. Carmen knew she wouldn’t have to wait long before the assault renewed. This was a prompt woman she was dealing with, and the smile on her face made it clear how much fun she was having.

Diana was on her again, and as much as she would’ve loved to give the aggressive Amazon a punch in the face for her troubles - or at least defend - her arms still hurt from the torture. Carmen took the jab in her face, full force, as she was continually manhandled.

”Hard as you can hit?” Carmen glared back at Diana through one eye, as blood started to drip into the other one.

The blow was meant to further disorientate her foe, not end the match, a fact Diana knew. She wasn't going to be goaded either, simply shooting her dark smile back at the girl, as she forced her slowly standing, not accepting her challenge to try and K.O punch her here and now. No, she was gonna work Carmen all over, not just her face.

Turning Carmen to face her fully, making sure to shake her slightly so that she couldn't mount too much of an offensive, Diana would try to pull Carmens head to her side, in a standard suplex position.

If all went well, she'd try to hook Carmens other arm over her head, before forcing Carmen to crouch with her, as she'd get her opposite arm to hook under Carmens knee. Using said arm and the one wrapped around her head and now holding just below her neck, she'd give a huge grunt, trying to lift the girl up into a standard suplex.

Only with Diana, she had no intention of bringing the champion down so soon, as she'd pull hard on that knee, almost trying to force it to touch Carmen's chin, in her signature move, Wishbone!!

Carmen’s girls formed a new ring around the two combatants, mixing with a few passerbys that just happened to stumble on the action. More and more people were coming in by the minute, and the cheers weren’t just for Carmen anymore. There were a few people who admired the Alpha Italian - she doubted Diana cared much either way, but they were there, scattered amongst the crowd.

No, Diana was focused on more important things, it seemed, like putting Carmen into a suplex. At least, that was what Carmen thought was going to happen, and she had good reason to. It started out like a suplex. It felt like a suplex. Diana certainly seemed to have the power to make a decent.

Instead, Diana chose to do something else. Carmen didn’t know what it was or what to call it. She’d never seen it performed before, even from her countless hours watching AFW tapes. But she did know one thing: it hurt. Excruciatingly. Despite her reluctance, the 24/7 Champion let out a shrill shriek as it felt like she was being split clean in half.

Given that it was her debut, this was the first time Diana had chance to whip out her custom manoeuvre. Still, it was a practised on, but one that required a lot of strength, as she was essentially holding her toned foe in a suspended suplex.

Still, she'd crank that leg as much as she could, nearly trying to knee Carmen in the face with her own leg, before eventually, taking a deep breath, almost a sigh at her forced release, she'd start to fall backwards. Given that Carmen's leg was bent, the other probably coming that way too out of reflex to try and alleviate some pain, Carmen would land solely on her back, with next to nothing to brace her!

Carmen was just starting to get used to being crushed by Diana - as much as you could with this sort of thing - when the Amazon changed things up on a dime. She was free now, she wasn’t being broken, but that hardly meant she was in the clear, as her body went flying head over heels, heading towards a nasty fall.

The referee slid out of the way as Carmen’s back crashed into the unforgiving floor with a dull and sickening impact. She rolled after the crash, twice, before coming to a rest on her chest near the free weight area. Plenty of heavy, metal objects lying around. That didn’t bode well.

She wasn’t done. Not totally. But she was far too close for comfort, and she knew that, if she didn’t do something drastic soon, she wouldn’t be walking out of here with the championship belt on her shoulder.

Steeling herself, Carmen reached up and grabbed the side of a bench press nearby, using it as a crutch to slowly pull herself back up. She looked over her shoulder at Diana the whole time, trying not to be caught unawares.

Diana sat up for a while as her foe laid down, catching her breath from such a damn strenuous manoeuvre. Eventually of course, she'd stand, as she heard her foe too start to slumber.

Hands to her hips, her full body somewhat sweaty, with her cheeks red, she'd pace around the girl, wondering what the hell it would take to put this girl down. Sure, Diana had a long lists of moves she could pull out on Carmen. But what would actually do the trick? And what would happen should her costly moves fail, and leave her exhausted at the hands of a champion boxer?

It was obvious what and where her ideal manoeuvres would work, but with Carmen still maintaining the strength to stand on her own accord, albeit slowly, Diana knew she had to try and get her out of breath. Perhaps literally.

Her face focused once more, she'd try to rush the aware champion from behind, trying to hook her arms around her once more, as if looking to throw her once more in a german suplex. Only this time, if she succeeded, she'd simply tighten, trying to weaken her foe in a crushing reverse bearhug!

Carmen wanted to be mad at Diana, but she couldn’t be. Not totally - she was still angry about Diana hurting Suzy the way she had, the callous attitude she’d had towards injuring another woman. But she couldn’t blame her for taking up the challenge, for bringing the fight here. Carmen knew this day was coming. She should’ve been better prepared. In the future, she would be.

Carmen had just managed to plant both of her feet on the floor when Diana came in from behind and wrapped her up tight, squeezing away at her midsection with terrific pressure. Those iron arms of hers dug in deep, slicing away at the champion's ribs.

Breathing was hard. Damned hard. Every exhale felt like a struggle, every inhale was torture, every movement seemed to make the situation just that much worse, and if Carmen didn’t do something soon-

No. No, she could handle this.

While Diana’s hold raged on, she planted her feet down and tensed up, hardening her body and trying to weather the storm. ”Not done yet.” She growled through clenched teeth, as her body began to surge. Feeling was returning to her arms yet, and if she could endure just a little longer, she might be able to pull something off. Not yet, though. Not yet.

Had Diana just started, she could of likely poured enough force into the manoeuvre to squeeze Carmen completely out of it. But alas, she was not, a fact she was aware of when she wrapped around the champion, although beating Carmen with the bearhug was never her intention in the first place. It was simply to wind her, something it was doing damn well good at.

With her opponents definace, she leaned in once more, smiling, almost looking like a lover whispering in her ear. "Good..." she simply mumbled back, before trying to hoist the girl up off her feet slightly.

No longer squeezing, her hold focusing on simply carrying the girl, she'd try to run Carmen hard into a locker, face first!

As Diana’s sweaty, muscular body pressed against her back, Carmen was given a stark reminded of why she typically avoided wrestling other women. It was a strange feeling being this close and intimate with another woman without having some sort of sexual attachment. With boxing, she was at a distance more often than not. Here, Diana was pressing against her, breathing in her ear, writhing along with her.

The pain gave her some clarity, though, enough for her to snap to attention as Diana began to drive her forward, heading straight towards the lockers and what would surely be a match-ending blow. This was the crucial point - if she got through this at all, she’d have to make her stand here. No way around it.

Carmen’s arms still hurt, but her legs were more or less okay, and she put them to good use. As soon as they were close enough, she lifted up and kicked at the lockers with both feet, trying to drive Diana backwards and make them both tumble.