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

Diana made damn well sure to bring her own legs high up into the air as she flew down. After all, she wanted all of her weight to add to the strike. Sure it meant that Diana would land somewhat painfully on her own upper back. But her own pain wouldn't be even close to Kishimas. Although the early beatdown on the Italian would somewhat flare.

Laying there, almost gently and lovingly on Kishima's back, own arm still draped over the woman, Diana would shuffle forward; up the back of her still laying foe. Suddenly latching her arm around Kishima's face, she'd try to forcibly pry that heavy head up as Diana's other arm came to meet it! Locking in somewhat of a cross face, Diana didn't bother to hook or pin the arm nearest to her so that Kishima would be well and truly trapped. After all, Diana wasn't looking to gain a submission. She just wanted to cause some damage!

For a brief moment after the excruciating impact of Diana’s elbow against Kishima’s spine, there was almost an awkward sense of comfort accompanying the pain coursing through the downed bomber’s back. The Italian’s body lightly laying over her wasn’t exactly the worst feeling, but of course that was going to change very quickly. Sure enough, in a matter of seconds Kishima found her head being pulled back in a modified facelock!

“AGH!!!” she cried out while cringing in agony. Her boots kicked at the mat, and her hands moved up to try to peel Diana’s arms away from her head. They hadn’t had much of an opportunity to attempt any tests of strength earlier, and now that it was happening, Kishima unfortunately found herself on the side with considerably less leverage to work with. But she didn’t have to completely overpower Diana. If she could just drag those hands away from her face and break this hold, she’d be fine.

Diana knew the hold was easy to break. Hell, she almost purposefully made it so, by instead putting absolute focus on wrenching her foes head as hard as she could, rather than settle in for a long haul. It wasn't that she didn't think she could submit Kishima. It was that she suspected such a feat was unlikely to occur after so few manoeuvres. And then of course there was Suzumi.

Hands sliding painfully up her foes head, at one point pushing the woman's nose upwards in awkward fashion, Diana's grip would soon be forced off, as the Italian quickly turned to her side in response. Taking but a second to think, she'd soon rise, hands dusting off the ache still in her body courtesy of the earlier double team. Turning, Diana would quickly try to latch on the arm of her foe, hoping to pull her against her will standing, to ideally capitalise on the pain of having her head and neck nearly wrenched off her shoulders.

Kishima got out of Diana’s clutches, but not without paying for it. She grit her teeth and grunted through the nagging pain as the Italian’s hands ground up against her facial features before finally slipping off altogether.

But soon the floored bomber was being pulled up to her feet. It seemed Diana was intent on continuing the string of punishment, but Kishima wasn’t going to let that come to pass so easily. And just as she was back on both feet, the violet haired bruiser roared out while throwing her free forearm forward, aiming to blast Diana right in the face with it!

The moment was Diana's, that much was sure. With Suzumi somewhat taking the moment to rest, and the remaining former-angel literally in the palm of her hand, Diana had every intention of taking full control of the match. And whilst she was by no means cocky, she certainly didn't expect Kishima to have the life she had in her, atleast, not yet.

Both hands tied up on her foes arm, to force her to her feet, Diana would take the forearm directly to her cheek, causing the Italian to release, stumbling back. Catching herself before she fell over or reached the ropes, her eyes would launch a fierce gaze at the woman who seemed just as intent as regaining control as Diana was. "Come on then..." She'd grunt, frustrated by the hit, but also somewhat excited that she now had a 'live' dance partner to play with, as she brought her fists up into typical fighting pose.

That shot had some heat behind it, and every bit of it blasted right into Diana. After sending the Italian staggering back Kishima stood up straight, took a deep breath, and rolled her neck to work out some of the stiffness Diana’s facelock had brought on. But then she put her dukes up, met the glare of her foe with one of her own, then started to circle.

Charging straight in would’ve just been asking Diana to put an ass kicking on her. Instead, Kishima cautiously but methodically inched toward the girl while shifting to the side. Not so much to make herself a more difficult target to hit, but to try to line Diana up so the corner was behind her. Then once it was...

Now! Kishima bolted forth and tried to catch her target off guard, wanting to wrap her hands around her waist and drive her right into the corner! If Diana was unfortunate enough to get backed up and trapped, Kishima would immediately follow up with a heavy barrage of rapid punches at her head and torso! The bomber was no boxer, but the explosive power behind any of her strikes that might’ve landed would help demonstrate just how she got the nickname “Bomber.”

Suzumi finally stirred, the splitting pain in her back was still there but it was manageable now. She rolled to her stomach to watch Bomber rush in on a cornered Diana. Suzumi didn't want to rush right in there at all. No no no. Suzumi was a bit of an airhead outside the ring.....or a total valley girl according to some. However inside the ring she was quite calculating, intelligent and instinctive.

The smallest woman of the match got to her hands and knee's, staying low as she looked more like a predator about to pounce as she lied in wait for the two women to leave the corner. She had plans for the both of them, but the weaker they were after an exchange with one another the better off Suzumi would be to lay out one, and try to slap a surprise submission on the other!

Kishima may have been taking a more cautious approach, but every second spent planning and testing the waters was likewise spent by your foe catching her breath, reaffirming her stance, and planning herself. Diana was no different, stepping with firm legs, arms near perfect in their defensive positioning. Soon, she'd find Kishima throwing caution to the wind and bull-rushing her, the power of the former angel making Diana tense up before she even hit her.

The bomber would soon meet with the Italian, locking arms, but not dominantly. Diana herself would hook hers under Kishima's as she body locked the Italian; clenched fists riding in between the impressive chests of both women. Sure, she wouldn't be throwing those hard jabs and hooks, but Kishima wouldn't be applying a squeeze or suplexing the woman, not without monstrous resistance. And Diana wouldn't let her get her arms back so easily too.

Pressed in the corner regardless, Diana took solace in the fact that she had the woman just as trapped as Kishima had her. She was somewhat confident that Kishima's only options where the ever so risky headbutt, or to simply try to step away, her arms holding firm as the Bomber's close rabbit like punches connected to her torso. They were no joke, but Diana knew for a fact that biting through the pain and maintaining the hold was more preferable to letting Kishima wind the damn strikes up.

Kishima’s efforts had at least partly worked out as intended. She had managed to drive Diana into the corner, but from there things quickly got tricky. The Italian wisely locked up the bomber’s arms, preventing them from dishing out nearly the extent of the damage they otherwise might’ve. Her fists struck against Diana’s frame, but keeping this up wasn’t going to get her anywhere.

Instinctively the first thing she tried was to yank her arms back. But Diana wasn’t about to just let that happen. Kishima pulled and pulled, but her arms remained secured in the Italian beauty’s clutches.

“Rgh! Why you...!” Resorting to desperate measures, Kishima fell back to the reckless and riskier option. She pulled her head back and, unless Diana found a way to prevent it beforehand, Kishima would then throw her skull forward and try to slam it right against her foe’s! Naturally, even best case scenario that wouldn’t leave the bomber much better off than her foe. But if it even had a chance of freeing herself up again, it had to be worth a shot.

Diana knew exactly how the altercation would go. Simply put, one of three ways.

The two women simply choosing to loosen their grips and return to even ground.
Suzumi bringing herself forcibly back into the mix.
Or a simple headbutt.

It was of course, the latter.

Skull meeting skull, Diana soon released, albeit of course still stuck. Aching, she'd instead try for a mild-at-best shove just above Kishima's chest, praying enough that the lack of power in the attempt at creating space would be somewhat evened out by the hopes that Kishima's own skull would of been akin to a ringing bell. Either that, or Suzumi would hopefully come to her rescue. Somewhat embarrassingly, mind.