The Queens/Diana A. - Made Mark

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Diana tried as she could to pull away from the restraining redhead, and whilst it was no doubt that she was stronger physically, in her state there was simply nought to be done. Pulling to keep the Italian close, Eileen darkly grinned as she pressed her cheek to the poor Diana's own, whilst holding her against her own curves. Strike after strike would land, with all of them earning a loud cry from the Italian.

Sensing a big finish to her partners combination, Eileen would let go as Helena was about to rear up her leg - so that the spinning kick she fired away would knock Diana flat to her front yet again!

"Oh dear...Such a shame..." Eileen hummed, brushing her hair back over her ear, as Diana stayed still on all fours.

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The soft sound of her heeled boots clacked with an ominous rhythm against the ceramic tile floor. Athletic, denim clad legs carried the silhouette ever closer, approaching with devious inevitability.

"Tch. You should be careful about being so noisy." Came a saccharine sweet voice from down the hall. The poster Helena had brought was crushed under foot as the figure stepped into the light. Short, lovely blonde hair framed a pretty porcelain face. Honeyed amber eyes glistened with a merriment that belied their ill-intent. Kissably soft pink lips were curled into a sharp, serpentine smile as she came fully into view.

"You never know who might be listening."

Rose Gold

Compared to the other women she was much smaller. A lightweight whose mean-streak rivaled any in the league. She knelt down beside the Italian, perching not unlike a cat as she appraised her with her Cheshire grin. She brought a single finger to her lips, kissing it as she hissed a condescending "Shhhh."

Then, as suddenly as she'd arrived, she brought her shin to bear upon Diana's cheek! A cruel soccer kick that would no doubt send the larger woman tumbling onto her back.

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Without warning, and almost without introduction, Diana's beatdown soon found its fourth member. Already flat to the ground, with no defensive motion about her, Diana's good looks were struck with all the force of a world class soccer player! Her head naturally snapping the way Rose opted to send it, with a little spittle flying from it as she once more turned limp!

In all honesty, she was probably lucky she didn't lose a tooth from the strike!

"Happy to see you again, Rose..." Hummed Eileen, extending her right hand and rubbing down the smaller woman's shoulder. As if she were a proud mother, praising her violent child.

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Helena looked over in surprise at Rose and gave her a nod. "Oh! Rose dear what a pleasure to see you again! By all means whatever is left of this uncultured steroid woman is all yours to punish." Helena said with a grin as she backed away. She had already worked some hard shots in and denying Rose her share of fun just wasn't proper manners at all was it?

Helena also wanted to just spectate the beatdown for a bit instead of participating directly. This would be quite fun and she figured Rose was not going to hold back at all.

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"Good evening ladies." She smiled warmly at Eileen's touch. It wasn't a comforting touch exactly. But it did bring a sense of relief. Eileen with a prickly, unpredictable woman whose ire was capricious at the best of times. It was often hard to predict whether one was going to receive a gentle massage or a chiding slap. It would appear Rose's cruelty had earned her the former.

Rose dug the toe of her boot under Diana's shoulder before giving her another small kick. This one to force the woman to roll over onto her back. There was something primal about the way Rose Gold did things. And exposing her belly to the pack was just another example.

She looked towards Helena. "You're too kind." She drove her heel roughly against the woman's breast, stepping into her body without looking away from Helena. "But there doesn't seem to be much left in her... More's the pity." She frowned, her expression not unlike a child opening the wrong gift on Christmas morning.

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Diana considered herself a tough woman, but the beatdown prior to Rose's arrival was enough to put her out for a few hours. Not to mention that kick to the head just now. Had this been a match, that very much could have been the finisher.

"You..ghh.." Her groans remaining uncomprehendable, Diana right now didn't even know the meaning of the word defence. In desperate need of aid, perhaps of the medical variety, she could but watch through watery eyes as both of the women who'd started this encounter near enough stood back. Had they had a seat to hand, they likely would have used it.

"Oh dear..." Eileen hummed, watching as the Italian beauty was pushed to be flat to her back, before Rose drove her boot in down hard on her firm core and bust. The force of which knocked whatever wind Diana had just managed to acquire, with the Italian spitting out a pure coughing fit from it.

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Helena laughed as she watched Diana getting worked over. "Oh the tough woman is just a writhing mess at our feet... how predictable." Helena said as she stomped down a couple times on Diana's face to hammer the point home. She paced around and looked over to Rose with a smile on her face.

"Rose, she looks like she wants to be put out of her misery. Care to do the honors?" Helena asked as she stepped away looking down at Diana with a look of pure disdain on her face. Helena was not at all in the mood to mess around and it showed as she hoped to see Diana unconscious. This was going better than she could have ever expected.

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"Very well." She answered like a child being asked to take out the trash. She knelt by Diana and contemptuously grasped her by the hair. She'd pull the dazed woman to her feet and push her face between her thighs. It was a bit awkward considering how much bigger Diana was than Rose. The result was that Diana was bent at a much steeper angle. Rose hooked both of the woman's arms and then looked to her peers.

"She hardly seems worth the effort." She added. Before leaping backwards and dragging Diana's dazed, off-balance body with her. She drove herself knee first into the concrete. She broke her fall with Diana's face. Driving it unprotected into the cold, unforgiving ground. "The Gold Standard". Colloquially recognized as a Pedigree.

Rose would release the woman's arms with a shuddering sigh. As if she'd gotten off from destroying the woman. And maybe she had.

The Gold Standard

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Eileen felt bad, but not for Diana. Rose was evidently enjoying herself, so the redhead began to feel regret that she didn't have the smaller woman with her for the start of this violent encounter! They likely could have knocked the Italian out from the get-go, and really leave a dint in her mind!

Forced up to her feet, unsurprisingly enough with no resistance from her given her state, Diana gave a final grunt before being hooked into Rose's 'ending attack.' Arms restrained as if Rose was going for a tiger driver or pedigree, Diana knew she was all but screwed.

When the momentum came to her back, Diana's non-existent strength left her - her body came down to earth near enough instantly, with her head then torso hitting in that order. Snapped to the solid concrete below, if the Italian wasn't knocked out, she was as good as.

All the whilst, the sound of clapping was heard next to her now done-for frame.

"Utterly fantastic..." Eileen clapped, extending her foot to check for signs of life from the Italian, before deeming it unnecessary. "I do hope she remembers all of this..."

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Helena laughed and looked at the pitiful Diana, the statuesque muscular amazonian grappler brought low. "I am sure she will but we have to move on, we have a bigger and older, dusty fish to fry don't we?" Helena said with a laugh.