The Fairest Muscle Babe Of Them All (For Scorn)

Losing this to Diana didn't bother Alaina. Diana's shit attutide more than made up for that. As she poked Alaina, the amazon had enough.

She shoved Diana back, and shoved her hard. "Don't fucking touch me tou bitch." Alaina hissed coldly as she stared a hole through Diana. Alaina was not at all in the mood for any games. If Diana wanted to keep upping the ante she would face the full fury of the amazon.

Losing didn't matter to Alaina much like what Diana had won didn't matter to her.

A championship, a deed, hell even a eating contest. It didn't matter.

She beat Alaina. That did matter. And she'd make sure the Amazon knew it.

Once more stepping towards the Amazon after the small push, she'd again poke the beauties large chest.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me the great almighty Alaina Sanders is a..." She'd pause for a moment, before turning her eyes to the crowd, who seemed to still be in disagreement with the decision. Her next words would come loudly, and with powerful emphasis.

"...SORE LOSER."

Alaina grit her teeth, baring them as Diana drew close once more. If she wanted to keep talking Alaina was more than happy to let her actions speak instead of her voice. "You are an arrogant bitch." The amazon growled.

With Diana still in her face Alaina stepped back and sent a hard open handed slap to the side of Diana's cheek hard enough to echo throughout the area around them! If that didn't send a message Alaina didn't know what would.

If Alaina ignored her teasing, Diana would gain the simple satisfaction of rubbing in her stolen win.

If Alaina acted upon them, Diana would win again, having pushed a woman so far over the edge with just the thought if the Italian coming out on top.

And boy, did Alaina act upon them.

Her face turned sideways by the hard strike, Diana instantly turned back for a hearty push to both of the Amazon's shoulders, the nearby officials already closing the distance to try and separate the two. Diana in the meantime, didn't exactly dress up her words.

"Don't blame me because they think you're a ugly cunt...!"

The amazon staggered back a few steps from the hard shove by Diana and her glare never broke. Alaina was beyond done with this woman. Diana had a reputation for liking a good fight. Alaina was more than happy to give her one.

The amazon rushed right at Diana looking to spear her to the ground and begin to pummel the gorgeous, statuesque powerhouse with a flurry of punches! Alaina was done trying to be nice, or even trying to be subtle. This was a call for more direct action, one that left no doubt as to how these two women felt about one another!

The surrounding staff members didn't make much of a difference as both women reared in preparation for heads to come to blow. Alaina struck first, by quite a margin in fact. But Diana wouldn't go down completely unprepared.

Flat on her back with a hefty grunt, she'd hook her legs around Alaina's waist. Not in a scissor attempt, but a simple counter to a mounted take down posture. From there, she'd use her shoulders to roll with what she could, arms already up, trying to defend against the passionate strikes of the Amazon, all the while darkly smiling behind those firm arms!

Alaina groaned as Diana wrapped her up and covered up, still striking away. If she wanted to be like that so be it. Alaina geabbed both her wrists and attwmpted to pull them back away from her gorgeous face. Crying out with the exertion the amazon worked until Diana's face was exposed.

Then came a hard headbutt from Alaina down onto Diana!

Diana resisted as she could to Alaina's pulling attempts, her own boxing clinch solid and practice. Such a thing didn't matter however, as Alaina forced her head down for an attack a boxer was not used to.

Knocked silly by the strike, Diana would turn, cheek to the mat. From there, she'd let loose a great spit, whilst still fighting the arms that clenched her.

"That all..you got..you bitter cunt.." She'd cough, turning to face the beauty with a reddened skull, and dark glare.

This was more Diana's style of contest.

Alaina scowled as Diana kept up the cocky routine. It had run its course as far as Alaina was concerned. She kept hold of Diana's arms and raised her legs up into the air. It was a gamble but Alaina was not about to hust let Diana cover up and run her mouth.

If Alaina could raise her legs up she planned to being both knees swinging right down onto Diana's abdomen!

Diana might of been woozy and cocky, but she was no fool. The moment Alaina began to motion, Diana would force her own foot into the Amazons iron abs, giving a push more forceful than painful in order to finally shove the beauty off her. The moment she did, the officials would jump into place, halting the conflict of what was meant to be a peaceful event.

Forced standing with a security guard to each of her arms, she'd smile with a bust lip at the woman across from her, who was similarly restrained.

"That all you got? Come on Alaina, I'm gonna show you I ain't just better than you outside the ring!"