Diana Accera/Angela Guillot - Reasons To Improve

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Gaining freedom, at a hell of a cost given the colour of her cheeks and neck, Diana found her elbows soon earning a strike of their own. Fists connecting between the shoulder blades, Diana would be grounded in a instant; her hands holding her up in something of a press-up posture, as she looked to the ground with puffy cheeks. Still needing a moment of rest after such a horrendous choke, and knowing disaster would soon follow if she let Angela haplessly fall on her back, she'd push off said arms in a instant; rolling her frame somewhat, knowing that even if she had ended up with her foe in her side, it was more preferable than having this woman atop her back. Obviously aiming to fully get on her back though, looking up at the girl, she'd rear her arms up and out in a defensive posture, confident that Angela wouldn't let up in trying to take her apart.

[Devastated]

Angela's fists came crashing down onto the back of Diana and with it she was able to drop the buxom raven haired woman down onto all fours, watching her then push herself up a little and drop over onto her back. Angela let out an annoyed grunt at Diana looked ready to rumble on the floor, and she wasn't going to disappoint.

The Platinum Blonde would attempt to drop down and straddle right on top of the woman's frame. Trying to seat herself on top of Diana's abs and proceed to start and throw her right hooks and left hooks aimed right down towards Diana's face, trying to hit that guard she had made, and perhaps drive one or two punches straight through it and hit that pretty face of the Italian.

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Her guard holding strong, Diana's natural striking prowess both taking and giving came into play even with her back to the canvas. She knew though, that no matter how strong the guard, Angela would soon break through however. It was she herself that was exerting more to stop her own arms falling back into her face after all!

Grunting with every strike, Diana opted to learn from her earlier mistake in trying to wrangle the girl. Legs hooking not around the waist of her foe, but around a single fine thigh, Diana would seek to entrap the beauty against her; arms wrapping to the shoulder blades and tightly clinching, practically trying to cuddle the figure whom she would happily break in two. Whilst such a posture was hardly of benefit right now, she was praying on the idea of using Angela's rage and desire to beat those good Italian looks in, by trying to buck over when she inevitably tried to pull free; seeking of course, the top spot!

[Devastated]

Angela would growl out as she found her leg snagged by the raven haired woman beneath her. The platinum blonde fighter would give no quarter though. She would be ruthless and continue throwing hook after hook into those arms, trying to get past the woman's guard as she would seek to find fleshier or more vulnerable targets. If not, she'd make those arms bruised and useless.

Yet, as she continued to lay the smackdown. The Italian started to find her way to grab a hold of Angela. While she pulled one arm back and was about to send the other off, working like pistons. Diana found her opportunity and hugged the platinum blonde woman. Arms going around her and locking behind the French terror's shoulder blades. A low growl escaped her mouth as the fearsome Nightmare of a woman would try and bring her right fist down to what was now Diana's vulnerable side. Swinging wildly into those sides as she aimed to pummel and turn her target into mash.

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A standard defence for one on the bottom of such a predicament, Diana's hands held those shoulder blades firmly as Angela growled, knowing the silver haired beauty would struggle to land any huge strike given she simply wasn't letting her rear back. But the longer she held on, the more likely her grip was prone to slip. Not to mention, Angela was more and more likely to thrash utterly free!

Grinning and baring those horrific side jabs, fingers practically digging into that supple back flesh, it would be after one particular huge right that Diana opted to roll with it. Literally.

Feeling Angela's right come up and back, Diana would push her figure with hips and feet both; seeking to roll both bodies into the space created by that raised arm, and get atop of her powerful foe, positions reversed!

[Devastated]

Angela kept hammering into the sides of the raven haired European, over and over she tried to work and batter those sides, especially those ribs into all that was left would be dust and broken pieces. Though, this Italian firecracker was proving to be more of a difficult fight than Angela had expected. As the slightly larger woman shortly enough managed to get the leverage she needed to give a quick tuck and roll to this whole situation.

Managing to reverse their position and get herself on top as the French beauty was forced underneath Diana. She would glare up with her yellow-ish eyes. If that was how she wanted to play this, then Angela had no problem with it. Bringing her own arms up, she tried to wrap them around her foe, trying to copy what the raven haired woman had.

Should Diana's arms still be around her, then it might just look as if the two women were hugging on the floor. Angela would waste little time in trying to put in some force, as if she was trying to lock in a bearhug at the woman on top of her. Shapely bosoms squishing against another and contrastingly colored bangs meshing.

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Given the position of those two toned frames, it was near enough impossible for either woman to squeeze nor crush the other one in their favour. Angela's hold was tight, but Diana suspected it was more both to restrain the Italian, and to mock her. A sort of lesson, almost, as if she was screaming - I have you trapped.

Uninterested in playing such games with her rough foe, Diana did what she could to slip a right around the underside of Angela's arm. She didn't need to get it far mind, given her target was rather lengthy, and covered the back of Angela's frame entirely.

For if the girl atop of her wanted to play dirty enough as to attack her so roughly in the first place, she'd find Diana matching her in every way she could. By first giving a horrendous yank to her hair, making Angela's head come back!

Using that space created by the hair pull, Diana shot her right hard into the blondes face, almost turning the beauty into a purple mess as she haplessly fell to Diana's side, with the Italian rolling a little until distance was made before finally rising!

"Little...psychopath..." She'd cough, brushing herself off as she looked to the downed blonde before her, before slowly parting to make distance from that docile frame.

"Best...pray I never see your fucking ass again..."