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

Had Diana not being so, 'gifted' as it were with her large assets, the stomp would of likely broken a rib or two. That being said, her chest would still hurt like hell, the redness already apparent under her scantily clad wrestling uniform. Laying there like she'd just been hit by a bus, Diana knew it was essentially over.

Forced back to her knees, in a final act of defiance, as Carmen tried to force her to a full stand, the big Italian would put her last amount of force into reaching her hand out to Carmen's face, and arrogantly pushing it.

With a small amount of space between the two, Diana would then slump to her knees, her dark smile once more appearing, as she raised both her sweaty fists, slowly with her chest panting wildly.

Raising her hands about chest height, her smile still apparent, she'd shoot Carmen the middle finger from both her hands.

Carmen was exhausted. Even though this match was barely a fraction of her longest boxing bouts, it had been demanding in a way that none of them could really match. She’d endured a lot of damage all over in a short time they’d been fighting, and it showed in every hazy breath she had.

But she was still standing. Still determined. This was exactly the sort of match she’d come to AFW for in the first place.

When Diana gave her the middle finger, she just sighed and returned the evil smile with a wicked one of her own. ”Yeah, puta.” She gave a quick nod. “I feel the same way.”

Carmen lifted Diana, got her up on her bare feet, and tossed her off to the side, throwing her back against the lockers nearby. When her opponent came stumbling back her way, there would be a surprise waiting for her: Carmen would grab her around the chest, lift Diana up as she swung around, and drop her flat on the floor with her finishing move, the Last Round. A spinning side slam, backed up with all the power the 24/7 Champion had left to give. She’d been waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring it out, and she could hardly imagine a more worthy opponent for the debut.

Her head falling the moment she made sure Carmen received her smile, her own eyes failing to catch the champions response, Diana's arms would begin to fall to her side, before they were caught. Hoisted up to her feet under her armpits, Diana found herself pushed hard; not immensely hard, but with enough force that Diana simply could not resist it.

Her back harshly hit cold steel, her toned arms falling to her side once more as she swung back, before she essentially bounced off of the locker, her head only just making contact as she began to fall forward.

Once again Carmen would seem intent on catching her, the Italian offering exactly no resistance as she was caught and swung in a hellish finishing slam. There was no getting up from this one. Hell, Diana couldn't even throw out one finale taunt, or harsh word. She could consider it lucky that the manoeuvre was more spine focused; her head of course hit the floor hard, but had Carmen intentionally aimed to drop the Italian fully on her head, Diana would of certainly been out.

She'd lay there, eyes barely open, her panting somewhat lessened by the fact her body was simply done for, as she awaited the finishing touch from a woman who could finally give her the battle she'd been longing for for so long.

The floor was incredibly unforgiving, and Diana felt every bit of the impact. Carmen made sure of that. After all, with a woman like this, nothing less than the best would do.

Her girls, the crowd, even the camera man recoiled away from the brutal impact, as Diana - this warrior woman, this cruel fighter, this blood knight - hit with enough force to make the walls rattle. It was a vicious blow, but this was a vicious sort of match. And now, finally, it was over.

Well, almost.

Carmen could’ve pinned Diana, and it might’ve worked. Maybe. Maybe not. With her, it was hard to be sure. But there was one way to end this with no questions, and given the nature of the fight, it was more than fitting.

She mounted Diana’s chest, raised her fist up, and drilled her in the face with a powerful right hook, looking to push her over the edge and knock her right out.

Laying on the floor like a coma patient, Diana simply slurred harsh breaths, as her eyes began to already roll. Again though, the sick bitch smiled, as the battle was everything she needed it to be. A win mattered about as much to her as the title did.

Her opponent pressing her knee to her stomach, she was confident it was simply to ensure the Italian stay damn still for the finishing pin. She didn't expect the hook that followed, and couldn't of thrown the slightest of defence up even if she did. Her teeth clashed together from the hit from the champion level boxer, her nose near broken and face simply red, there was no doubt about it.

The challenger was knocked clean out.