Diana Accera Vs. Alaina Sanders - Beauty Queens

The spear earned the roar of the crowd, and rightfully so. Two types of moves could make the crowd scream the roof off regardless of who was doing it or the context. Incredibly high risk, or devastating to both involved. The spear was clearly the latter, as whilst Alaina's back caught the brunt of the landing, Diana's side found itself quickly digging against the sharp edges of chairs still left standing. Whats more, it appeared Alaina had little intention to simply lay there, as Diana felt her head ping off said chair as if it was a drum.

The Italian would rightfully moan out, soon falling to a heap besides Alaina, half still across her. Both women were physically exhausted, the referee similar with her count which was quickly reaching the end.

All the while, the crowd absolutely roared in approval of the outright brawl they'd been witnessing.

Alaina had hold of Diana's head and gave it one more pound against a chair before she let go, gasping for air. Alaina had been reactive much of this fight. Alaina needed to try to take what was left of this to Diana.

She wasn't sure if she could but she had to try. She slowly began to stand her body seemingly giving way, the amazon falling to a knee. She again tried and eventually succeeded in getting up, wobbling as she did so. Alaina cried out as she exerted effort simply trying to help Diana to her feet.

Once Diana was up Alaina wanted to return the favor for rhe tackle into the seats by trying to scoop slam her back down on top of them as hard as she could!

Diana was much more happy to lay on the ground than Alaina seemingly was. She wanted to continue the fight no doubt, but the spear and then being slammed off of the chair head first certainly gave her reason to stay down. Nonetheless she found the Amazon sliding from beneath her, and opting to yank her to her feet whether she wanted to or not.

Much like the rise, Diana offered no aid or counter to her foe. Hoisted up and over, spun a full 180 mid lift, Diana could but scream out as she flew through the air. All cries would go silent however as she landed yet again on the cheers; her mouth agape as she sat up yet again in spasm, before rolling to her side. With of course, her hand immediately latching onto her back to try and soothe the god-awful pain.

Alaina gasped for breath and dropped to a knee. She saw the pain Diana was in and opted to rest up. "Come on.... get up!" Alaina called out as she stood, staggering and swaying about like a disoriented drunk.

The amazon was standing on her last legs yet still wanted Diana to get up so they could continue their seemingly never ending brawl.

As Diana hit the canvas, she heard the feint signs of a bell ringing. The referee seems to have absolutely lost patience with this fight which clearly had zero intention of returning to the ring, calling for a bell and deeming the match 'officially' a draw by count out.

Did such matter to either Diana or Alaina? Or even the crowd for that matter?

Absolutely fucking not.

Already forcing herself up, Diana noticeably did so turned away from her foe. She was tired, injured, but still hadn't yet quite had her fill. She suspected Alaina to be the same, perhaps more so given her loss within their contest earlier.

"Fucking...cunt..." Diana muttered to herself, swaying on uneasy feet as those around her roared that the fight was still going. The conflict was less a wrestling match now, and more a parking lot brawl brought indoors.

Forcing herself to come alive again, Diana would aim to twist a full 180 as she sidestepped towards her opponent. Lifting her leg up as she did, she'd attempt to connect with a snap-enzui guiri of sorts as she did, trying to bring her foe down with her with a literal kick to the head!

Alaina got far more than she bargained for, the kick hammering the powerful amazon and sending her to the floor in a limp heap!

She fell back and slumped half in a chair and half on the floor, too tired, too hurt to adjust herself. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" The loud scream of agony and meek kicking we're the only signs of life visible to anyone as she looked to be down!

Once more, the two women matched each other in posture. Diana landed on her side fully from such a full body kick, but soon found herself back on her knees, eyes to the floor as a huge bead of sweat rolled off her chin to the pad-less area beneath her. All it took was one monumental move either way now to push the other over, with the fight more a matter if when-not-if in terms of if either woman was to be deemed unable to stand.

Slowly shuffling back on her feet, Diana would nearly trip once close to Alaina, soon falling next to her. The positioning she landed in was ideal though; besides her foe, with her hands quickly latching onto those long locks. All she wanted to do right now, was evidently smash Alaina's face into the chair she rested upon!

Alaina was limp putty in Diana's hands. The echoing this of her head smashing the chair was heard throughout the arena as a seemingly lifeless Alaina slumped to the floor. Her chest rising was the only movement her body made.

Aside from that she lay motionless in silence.

Diana too fell to the floor as the chair collapsed beneath Alaina, slamming her head into it with a satisfying sound. She'd of course be in the greater condition currently, given her foe's skull had just met steel, but she wouldn't put it past her foe to rise again and strike at her. Rather, she needed a move that would most certainly put the woman down for the count. And with the chair beneath Alaina's head, one instantly came to mind.

Slowly pushing up, using Alaina's body no less, at the same time purposefully pressing her weight into the Amazon and keeping her flat, Diana soon found her feet.

"Be a good little twat...and stay fucking still.." She'd groan, wiping a huge bead of sweat from her forehead. Slowly, she began to pace backwards, as if she was a football player ready to make the match ending kick. The metaphor was fitting, given Diana aimed to put this match at an end with something similar.

Once enough distance was created, the Italian would sprint at her downed foe. Kicking off her left leg, Diana aimed to bring the sole of her right leg down on her foes head, right into the steel chair, aiming to put her rival out of it with a monstrous curb stomp!

Alaina was in a haze opening her eyes and seeing Diana a distance away. She was closing the gap fast. Alaina braced herself and out everything she had into sweeping Diana's legs out from underneath her as she approached!

If her face smashed something on the way down, perfect.