Triple Threat Match: Bomber Kishima vs Suzumi Ishikawa vs Diana Accera

Diana's somewhat confident start had been shattered, in a brutal way. Her hair grappled by Kishima, her hands would somewhat instinctively shoot around that toned waist simply to support herself, before she found Kishima deciding to flip her over, somewhat humiliating. Landing on that plump Italian ass, Diana would grunt as she found herself somewhat throttled, with a knee in her back to boot. Hands of course shooting to try and pry Kishimas strong fingers off her chin, the crowd would be left on somewhat of a cliffhanger as they wouldn't be given the choice to discover if Diana had the strength to compete directly with the Bomber. Suzumi saw to that.

Hard abs turned into a soccer ball of sorts, Diana's jolt forward would pull Kishima slightly forward as both hands now shot to her stomach. Aching in pain and rubbing her aching gut, the look she gave to Suzumi would of torn her in two if looks could kill; the big Italian in a tough spot, to put it lightly.

While Diana was busy trying to break out of the chinlock, Kishima had her nice and distracted so Suzumi had plenty of room to work with, and indeed she made the most of it. The smack of the kick echoed throughout the room, and made the Italian jolt forward enough to pull the bomber right with her before she let go of her hold. But that didn’t mean she was done with Diana.

She reached down to grab onto the girl’s nearest wrist, and tried to drag her back toward a vertical base. While she did, she glanced at Suzumi and spoke in Japanese, hoping to keep Diana from understanding her. < Go right when I throw her.> And with that she’d turn and attempt to whip Diana into the far corner as hard as she could.

Suzumi said as Kishima began to initiate their plan! As Diana was sent flying across the ring into the corner Suzumi took off after her as quickly as she could! She built up all the speed she could and wanted to time it so she plowed into Diana with a running clothesline right after the larger woman hit that turnbuckle!

If that didn't help set the cocky woman straight, Suzumi didn't know what would!

Diana didn't have time to tend to her wound, a hallowing gut strike that the woman was already feeling and then some. Dragged back to her feet, she'd turn her head slightly to the woman in front of her, as Kishima spoke Japanese to her. A bad to admit she skipped her offered language class, to say the least.

The big Italian would try to brace her feet, but with her body near devoid of breath it was impossible to even tense her legs, before she found herself moving. Turning once more as she hit the corner, she'd find Suzumi following suite, arm extended. With Diana barely given chance to settle in, the clothesline connected solidly; the big Italians feet leaving the mat as she was momentarily bent backwards over the turnbuckle, before falling down swiftly to her butt, arms over the lower ropes.

Suzumi’s clothesline had blasted into Diana with full force. And as a result, the Italian was down and looked half out of it. Kishima hadn’t ever thought of her former Wrestle Angels colleague as a powerhouse, but damn. That hit had some intense impact!

Still, the onslaught on Diana wasn’t done just yet. As soon as Suzumi backed away, Kishima took off in a run straight toward the downed girl, then dropped down and aimed both boots right at the Italian’s voluptuous chest with a sliding dropkick!

Suzumi watched as Kishima went sliding in... that was sure to be one big, powerful boot! She threw her arms up and cheered as Kishimia flew in like an incoming missile! However, this was a triple threat match, not a handicap match. Suzumi wasn't here to look pretty or shake her ass.... although she did plenty of those anyway.....

She was here to win. As Kishimia slid in, Suzumi backed up so she could watch Diana's reaction and age just how bad off she was from the early onslaught.

As Diana landed somewhat embarrassingly on that large Italian rear, she'd try to take somewhat of a breath. In the few triple threats she had seen where sides had blatantly being picked, the lesser side was often given time to catch themselves when thrown out of the ring. After all, it would have to be the definition of unfair to follow a victim even after they've literally been thrown out of the ring like dirty laundry. Wouldn't it?

Diana wouldn't have time to ponder such a question, or any question, as what felt to be steel-toe capped shoes collided with her bouncy chest, sending the sitting up Diana on to her side, clutching said chest. Her eyes wide, she'd momentarily take a moment to wheeze, from the sheer shock and pain!

It was pretty clear the ex-Angel duo was having quite a bit of fun punishing Diana. After her sliding dropkick blasted right into the Italian’s chest, Kishima rose to her feet with a grin and raised a fist in the air, drawing a fresh round of cheers and applause from the crowd.

But she didn’t celebrate too long. Diana was down for now, but leaving her unattended wouldn’t be wise. So she reached down to grab the Italian by her ankle and dragged her out of the corner toward the center of the ring then stepped back, giving Suzumi a chance to work over the downed woman some more.

Suzumi smiled as Diana was dragged away from the ropes. It was time for a nice simple yet painful submission hold! Suzumi loved in to grab both of Diana's ankles, rolling her over on her stomach. Suzumi then tucked them under her arms and leaned back, her own shapely backside sitting down on Diana's to place the powerful woman in a boston crab!

Suzumi wrenched down and looked up at Bomber Kishima. "We totally make a great wrestle-babe team don't we?" She said with a wink in Kishima's direction. She was admittedly having fun working over the loudmouth with Kishima, even if it seemed more like a handicap match than anything else...

Kishima grinned as she watched Suzumi set Diana up for the boston crab. This was every woman for herself, and the bomber did intend on walking out the victor. But she highly doubted Diana would be ready to give up so soon, and it was just fun watching the Italian continue to reap what she’d sewn.

But then Suzumi spoke. Kishima’s confident grin suddenly disappeared, and the violet haired bruiser now looked more like she’d just seen a ghost. Aside from one major run as a singles competitor, Kishima had spent the vast majority of her Wrestle Angels career in the tag division, and not because she’d wanted to. She treasured her memories teaming with Yukiko as the Bash Sisters. But whenever they weren’t together, Kishima had always just been lumped together with anyone management thought would make a sufficient partner. She had plenty of regrets about the way things had gone back then, primarily that she’d never had her chance to prove her potential as a singles star. AFW was her chance to finally do that.

But management was bound to be watching this match, just like any other. Suzumi was right. They’d worked very well together so far. What if that gave them the idea to throw her and Suzumi together as a team and lump them in the tag division? They’d do their thing until Suzumi was unavailable, then stick someone else in their with Kishima, and repeat the process over and over again. It’d be Wrestle Angels all over again. No. Absolutely not. That wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t happen. Kishima wasn’t going to allow it.

Thus far they’d shown Kishima and Suzumi could work well as a team, so now the bomber had to destroy that line of thinking. Thoroughly. So she suddenly hurried over behind Suzumi and threw her arms around the girl’s waist, then attempted to pry her off of Diana while pulling her into something of a reverse bear hug. If Suzumi hadn’t fought her off by then, Kishima would then throw herself and Suzumi back, aiming to throw the Tsunami down to the mat with a german suplex!