Diana Accera Vs. Alaina Sanders - Beauty Queens

Diana did her best to share the impact, but in terms of whose body took more, it was obvious she was the worse off. Her entire frame had taken to the table upon impact, shattering it and reducing the two to a slumbering mess. Her only saving grace was the raising of her head; tucking it forward as to avoid impact with such a solid surface. She did take solace in the fact that whilst only a fraction of Alaina felt the impact, it was the best possible fraction of the Amazon. Nothing hurts quite like a impact to the head.

The crowd roaring accordingly, referee utterly redfaced at the obvious signs that by now the two should be fully counted out, both tall frames seemed to simply stay still.

Diana soon began to move, at a snails pace, rolling to her front before trying to pushup to her knees. All the while, the crowd continued to roar, the referee herself seeing fit to exit the ring and see the state of the two fighters, apparently abandoning her count atleast for the moment.

"ALAINA SANDERS. DIANA ACCERA. CAN YOU CONTINUE?"

Alaina was dazed, entirely out of it. To say she had a pounding headache was a gross understatement. The referee spoke as the amazon began to stir. She rolled to her stomach and absentmindedly began to crawl very slowly. By this time Diana was already on her knees.

Alaina was only vaguely aware of what was going on, able to slowly move but clearly needing time to collect herself.

Diana might of seemingly had the advantage in rising, but it didn't last for long. Efforts to rise too quickly would soon turn out in vain, as Diana stood only to fall straight to her knees. Again the referee asked, again being ignored. Diana soon began to crawl, almost feebly towards the apron before her. Once close enough, she'd latch hand upon it, finally aiding in a secure rise as she tried to shake off the immense pain in her back.

Evidently, she did not enjoy her current scenario.

Not the pain, or her lack of breath. The fact the two of them had taken a break of sorts!

Alaina managed to rise gingerly, seeing Diana up by the apron. Alaina hobbled over trying to line herself up with the steps, Diana right in between the amazon and steel.

Alaina winced as she rushed in looking to spear Diana, aiming to tackle her into the steps! The impact would suck for both, but more so for Diana. The referee looked confused as these two were clearly more interested in ripping into each other than the possibility of an official count-out draw!

Now that Diana was up, she was determined as hell to stay such. Her head would rest upon the canvas from the outside a moment, arms crossed and serving as a pillow of sorts for her chin. She'd make note to occasionally glance to her side as she watched Alaina rise, ever confident and keen to try and drop the Amazon right back on her firm ass. So far, she was playing possum, happy to rest until the time was right. And the moment Alaina paced towards her, Diana deemed such a time now.

Standing fully, Diana wouldn't skip a beat as she tried to sidestep into the direction of her hated for. With Alaina going low for that tackle, she deemed it fit to meet her halfway; with a rising superkick, aimed neatly for her foes good looks yet again!

Alaina crashes right into the kick, stumbling down in a heal after taking the kick to the face! Her eye was starting to swell up slightly and sure to be black before long. She laid there motionless and in a total daze having played right into Diana's trap!

Diana was no expert with her kicks, even less so in comparison with her arms. But when her feet did land, they still packed the power that was ripe within the rest of the woman's figure. Falling to her knees after dropping her opponent, Diana would soon rise, grunting as again the momentum shifted the way she wanted. She'd force herself, both with will and adrenaline to rise, eager to keep it so.

Reaching down, she'd grab a hold of Alaina's arm, dragging her if need be in the direction she wanted. Trying to both shake and pull the amazon upwards. It would soon become apparent to Alaina that Diana was dragging her in the direction of the corner barricade. Ideally before she even comprehended what Diana could be planning, the Italian would try for a monumental clothesline, fuelled by her own body, trying to bring both herself and her foe up and over into the crowd area! Much to the outright dismay of the referee, who at this point could not roll her eyes any harder!

The bikini clad amazon was limp putty in Diana's arms, being led over to the corner. Before Alaina knew what hit her Diana had hammered her with such force that her head whipped Back! She went flying over the barricade, landing hard and groaning loudly as she meekly rolled to her side cradling her head after the impact!

The landing was pretty for neither, but Diana took satisfaction from both being the one to instigate the assault, and land mostly on Alaina. Rolling to her side, she'd again force herself to rise quicker than most, panting with a colour to her cheeks.

Her body demanded rest. She ignored such demands.

Kicking a good few chairs out of the way, even going so far as to pick one up, nearly throwing it at an unfortunate member of the crowd who had gotten too close, it seemed Diana was keen to continue the brawl here and now. With a small fighting pit of sorts created by this kicking of chairs, she nudged her downed rival with the base of her foot, to try and spur life into her.

"Get up...you little fucking bitch..."

Alaina muttered and groaned, barely able to stir. She began to work her way up, making it to her knees. With a loud cry the amazon sent two fast punches into Diana's abdomen!

If that could stun her for just a second Alaina would try to grab two handfuls of hair and rise, ramming her knee into the beautiful face of her foe!