BLOODSPORT: Diana Accera vs Brenda Gardner

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Diana was not a kicker by default; reading through her history of amateur boxing, such was obvious. But given she was a fit, young amazonian-figured woman, in her prime to boot, it wasn't a surprise her kicks would hurt. And this one in particular apparently hit its intended target and then some!

"Alright...!" She'd mutter to herself, inaudible to her foe, as she pressed her hands into the mat after hitting it, front first. Assuming a press-up posture, she'd raise her knees forward under her bust to switch to a position almost fit for pouncing.

Something she then immediately did, as she literally lunged at Brenda; attempting to cut the distance with almost panther-like agility, with her elbow once more extended nonetheless! This time, looking for a shot to Brenda's lower back, in an effort to numb that spine!

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Head snapping backwards at the kick, Brenda slowly toppled over backwards onto her back, hitting the mat with a hard thud as she was rendered nearly unconscious after the kick, almost totally out! However, she still had enough energy to turn over onto her stomach, slowly trying to crawl her way over to the edge of the ring, trying to escape once more, not eager to take another blow while she was so weak.

However, she would soon find out that Diana was in no way letting her go, as the fiery middleweight soon leaped at her with a growl, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, throwing a hard elbow to Brenda's back, causing the heavyweight to stop dead, writhing on the mat!

"Aaahh!"

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Diana knew she was playing quite the risky game; sure she was weakening her foe, perhaps effectively she dare say, but at the rate she was going, she was exerting perhaps more energy than was wise doing so. She needed every bit of power she could muster to offence that actually hurt the bigger blonde, where as Brenda even when exhausted could throw heavy strikes and moves!

"Alright...alright..." Muttering yet again to herself, Diana came to a single knee besides her foe, hands resting to it as she supported her figure on it. Brenda could have likely done with a little more from the Italian to ensure she'd stay down, but Diana could spare no more strength. And with a particular move in mind, she needed all the strength she could spare now, and then some.

Standing straight, with a wobble at first, the Italian took but one or two steps towards the upper half of Brenda, until her own feet were in front of the bigger blondes good looks. Bending down, she'd latch her hands upon that head, taking a deep breath as she did. If all went well, and luck was on her side, perhaps Brenda would stay still for all the Italian's slow planning, as Diana began preparing herself for a move that did her own back in almost as badly as it would do Brenda's...

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Her attempts to crawl away being stiffled, Brenda was left growling and shifting in the center of the ring, uncomfortably as Diana remained near her, seemingly poised to strike at any time. And after a moment, it would seem she was ready to act, as she suddenly moved over to the blonde, reaching down to grab a hold of Brenda's head, earning a growl and slight shake from the blonde.

"Get the fuck off me..." She groaned, but from her position, she was in no way ready to fight back, somewhat worried of what the italian girl had planned for her!

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Locking her hands not around the head of her foe, nor under her neck, the masses were left only for the briefest of moments wandering what Diana was about to unload upon her foe. Apparently more than happy to keep Brenda grounded, it would be with another lengthy inhale that Diana slipped her hands under the chin of her foe, clenching tight enough to ensure that what was about to follow wouldn't unhook them.

"Al-...RIGHT!" A final scream-like war cry unleashed, Diana made her intentions finally unknown with the stacked blonde. As she suddenly kicked up on her feet; literally flipping over the top of her mightier foe. Feet landing to the canvas with a thud, now leaving Diana's body facing the sky, the Italian pulled with every bit of strength she could muster on her foes head; a force somewhat greatly amplified, given the arch to Diana's body!

The tone figure unloading that Cattle Mutliation submission manouvre of hers that crippled her own back just as much if not more so than Brenda's; her figure torqued to the max, as the LAW masses were treated to the debut of the move Diana had dubbed The Wolf's Lock!

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Growling from her position on the mat when Diana latched onto her, Brenda was left to struggle and fight, writhing against the figure that held onto her, while she attempted an escape. However, she was unable, as Diana suddenly kicked up and over her, bridging and locking Brenda in a brutal cattle mutilation lock, the finisher of the italian girl!

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Brenda let out a scream, as she writhed and kicked, locked in the excruciating hold, the agony running through her as she was trapped!

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Diana couldn't keep the hold locked for long, and she knew it. But given no matter how the hold went, her back would be utterly done in, the Italian wrenched and contorted with the strength of a woman possessed. Bending and pulling, she was determined to make Brenda feel almost as if she was being wrenched in two; those hooked arms pulling not only with enough strength to torque Brenda's arms in and out of their sockets, but the back of her mighty foe as well!

Her teeth clenched to the utmost max as her head rested on the base of Brenda's spine; eyes shut, given her own outright agony!

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Trapped in the brutal hold, Brenda screamed and cried, kicking at the mat, she would find that she wasn't able to get out of the hold anytime soon, with Diana keeping it locked in tight! So after a few moments of intense pain, the blonde girl would finally give a loud, shrill scream, slapping her hand against Diana's arms as best she could!

"AAAAAAAHHH! I GIVE!"

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The moment Brenda gave in, Diana fell flat atop her foe. Back to back, the Italian panted; her spine in just as much agony, if not more so than her foes own. The only difference being, in the fact that given Diana's agony was entirely by choice, it was considerably easier to bare. Albeit, she still found herself struggling with the most basic of tasks, in the form of rolling off her foe until there was about a metre or so between her and the big woman.

From there, she'd simply lay, facing down with her hands to her sides, forming the worlds slowest press-up posture. Evidently however, even with victory at hand, she wasn't in a haste to try and rise.

Given her back was perhaps in the worst state it had ever been in!

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Winner by Submission: Dianca Accera