Diana A. Vs. Delta H. - A Most Intense Affair

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Diana's mind was fully focused on the task - desperate clawings wouldn't bare Delta any fruit here. Not if she was going to force her way through the stonewall that was Diana's great pain threshold!

Squeezing down tighter and tighter as the seconds passed, Diana was not so foolish as to go all out without ever stopping. She'd flex tight for a good few seconds, nearly threatening to pop Delta's head as she did so, before giving her legs a brief moment to rest. A motion she'd repeat over and over, not only to reliably lengthen how long she could torture Delta like this, but also to save her legs from going into a severe cramp!

She'd save the trash talk mind, instead looking down upon her trapped foe from above. With her fangs essentially bared, as she tried to goad Delta on with her strong gaze!

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Delta's eyes rolled, her mouth gaping as she tried to get breath into her lungs between the torturous squeezes that Diana visited upon her. The Italian's powerful thighs clamped shut over and over, exerting excruciating pressure each time, each time bringing Delta closer to unconsciousness. She tried to struggle but with no leverage she could do little but look up into Diana's face as the woman overpowered her, threatening to wipe her out there and then.

Her foe's thighs relaxed again in preparation for another crushing squeeze, and Delta knew she didn't have much time left to do something. With a squeal of desperation Delta threw her body sideways, holding tight to Diana's thighs as she tried to roll and bring her opponent with her. Even if she didn't manage to roll free of the headscissor itself, Delta's real goal was to get close enough to the ropes to extend a leg, trying to hook her toe over the bottom rope to force the referee to break the hold!

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Diana was not as foolish as many - the match was very well underway with both figures sweating and straining, but she did not consider Delta out of it just yet. It was a surprise and then some then, as she failed to comprehend just what Delta was plotting with her newfound grip of Diana's thighs. At first the Italian rightfully thought she was simply going to pull again, with intention of releasing some pressure as anyone likely would. Only for the toned Italian to be left with quite the look to her face, as Delta seemingly held down on those thighs purely to make her next motion all the easier to perform.

A motion right against the ropes!

Landing back to her rear with her hair flopping about, Diana's face quickly turned from curiosity to frustration as it became apparent Delta had found the ropes thanks to that tactile manoeuvre. And given the angle, Diana wasn't going to simply rear back and pull her off them!

"DAMN IT!" She'd roar, frustration getting the better of her as the Italian released before the call of one was even fully heard. Never one to push nor stress the rules, she'd take her time in rolling back onto her knees before pushing to a stand. With a sour look to her face - one held over how foolishly she felt she had just been in not predicting Delta's plot!

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With a squeal of relief Delta felt her toe hook over the bottom rope in the nick of time. Her vision was swimming, cheeks flushed crimson and breasts heaving desperately as she battled for breath.

Luckily she was facing someone who abided by the rules, and Diana didn't waste any time pushing her luck, releasing Delta with a yell of frustration and moving away, leaving the pinkette slumped face down on the canvas wheezing for oxygen.

With a moan of effort, Delta hauled herself onto all fours, keeping one hand on the ropes and slowly but surely wrestling herself upright again. She sagged against the top rope for a moment, sweeping her dishevelled hair out of her crimson face and fixing Diana with a glower. A final heave of breath and Delta pushed off the ropes, nodding to the referee that she was ready to continue, arms raised as she circled to look for another lock up with the Italian powerhouse.

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Whilst her body was rather exerted with sweat pouring from her frame, Diana as per the norm was only growing more intense. Pushed on in general by the thrill of any fight, her growing frustration was working wonders alongside the desire to work Delta more so. She'd be looking to make the crowd and her foe both forget about her foolish error a mere moment ago - to have them forget that this match wasn't all Diana from bell to bell!

Pushing to her feet in tandem with Delta, her foe wouldn't have to gaze long to figure out the Italian had absolutely no intent on locking up with her. Though that wouldn't stop the dark haired beauty all the same, as she shot forward with her left leg before using the momentum from such a swing to kick up her right. In an attempt to snap said knee to Delta's jaw, in a seamless strike!

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She might have escaped Diana's submission but the damage from the headscissor lingered, making Delta's movements sluggish as she tried to keep her eyes on her foe. Arms up, she wanted to get to grips with Diana and try to slow the pace of this match and gain some time to recover.

The Italian, it seemed, had no intention of allowing such a thing to happen. As Delta shuffled forwards her powerful opponent suddenly exploded into motion, leaping towards her and swinging a leg up.

"Unnhh!" she squeaked as Diana's knee clunked into her jaw, making stars explode in Delta's skull from the thunderous impact. She went stumbling backwards until she collapsed against the turnbuckle, slinging her hands over the top ropes to hold herself upright as she blinked to clear her bleary vision, once again tossed into a vulnerable spot as any semblance of control of this match slipped through her fingers.

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Diana would not slow down of course as Delta fell to the corner. Approaching quick, the strong bodied Italian opted for a rare moment of show-womanship, as she looked to press her right foot to the bottom rope. Before her left went to the other side, effectively straddling Delta as she stood up high! With her modest bust near enough in front of Delta's face as she leaned against her, Diana looked to turn Delta's gaze upwards as her left gripped her head.

If only to force Delta to gaze into strikes that would soon bare down, as Diana looked to pummel the poor gal in the corner!

With the referee only just moving in to count for a rope break, as Diana began to earn a count from the crowd. Traditionally in a spot like this, one would earn up to ten strikes before ending it. A number Diana was happy to reach and then some, as she reigned down hard fist after hard fist into the top and side of Delta's skull!

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Delta just about managed to keep herself standing as she grasped the top ropes, blinking to try and clear blurry vision as Diana approached, the other woman mounting the bottom ropes with her feet, bringing herself up to loom over Delta with her impressive bust lingering just inches from the American's face. Delta let out a squeak of dismay as Diana gripped her head, forcing her to look up into her opponent's eyes. And to see the raised fist that could mean only one thing.

"Gnh, no-AGHHH!" Delta's desperate protest was quickly shut down as Diana's fists rained down upon her, impacts ringing the pinkette's skull and rocking her head back repeatedly. She was dimly aware of the crowd and the referee alike counting the strikes as each one clattered into her but soon lost track, her cries of pain overtaking all else.

Eventually, mercifully Diana reached the ten strikes she could deliver from this position without incurring the intervention of the referee. If she dismounted as etiquette dictated, Delta would collapse into a sitting position in the corner, slumped against the turnbuckle with her arms draped on the middle ropes, legs splayed open as she lay groaning at the Italian powerhouse's mercy!

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Near bouncing off of Delta as she pushed from the corner, Diana took yet again a moment to gleefully roar at her own efforts, with her arms raised high before she brought them back to her torso to rotate them, as if stretching out the fact she'd just tried to beat the spit out of Delta. Turning to find her foe with wobbly legs, Diana didn't even wait for Delta to hit the deck before she sprinted to the other corner. If her foe was going to fall, then Diana wasn't going to let it go to waste. Even if it wasn't her initial plan when she went for the mounted strikes!

Back bouncing off the corner opposite to where Delta fell, Diana would sprint full speed at the downed woman. Kicking off her feet a good distance away, Delta would find the Italian seemingly determined to give her a headache from hell, as the Italian practically flew across the ring to meet her. With feet extended, for a horrific dropkick to her sitting foe!

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Things were getting totally out of Delta's control now as Diana continued her merciless onslaught, showing the gulf in skill that existed between the duo. She collapsed into the corner after the Italian's latest attack, only serving to open herself up to another even more devastating blow. She shook her head, blinking to clear her vision only to find Diana racing towards her leaping, aiming a dropkick right at the seated wrestler's head!

"UNNHHHH!" Delta squealed as the blow slammed home, rocking her skull back against the turnbuckle and making stars explode in her vision. The impact shook her whole body and she crumpled even further down to the canvas, moaning and clutching at her skull as she rolled left and right, legs kicking the mats weakly as she tried to ride out the agonizing throb in her skull. Right now she was in dire straits and the crowd let out a thunderous cheer for Diana, seeing the way the match was heading.