Alice Gaster vs Diana Accera - Deathmatch!

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Deathmatch
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submissions, KO.
Special Conditions: Various weapons, including light tubes, tables, chairs, ladders, barbed wire boards, baseball bats and kendo sticks are scattered around the ringside area, and can be used any time by a competitor in the match

Another week of wrestling for Alice, with another brutal deathmatch to boot. She was happy to spice things up a little with a bit more hardcore wrestling here at LAW, and this week it was no different, as she was dressed in her regular grey attire, and wielding her trusty kendo stick. With her dressed for the match, she would take for the gorilla position, with her entrance taking place in a few minutes...

The Brit's theme, Painless by Fozzy, would hit as she came out on the entrance ramp, with her kendo stick on both shoulders. The reaction from the crowd was relatively mixed. By this point, the show was in the "mature" portion. Not quite in the adult section, which involves hentai matches, but the children in the arena and their parents were in progress of leaving the building for the night. Even though mostly teens and adults were in the audience, the Pale Rider still got cheers and boos in equal measure, some enjoying her brutal style so far, some not so much.

Fans or haters, it was all the same to her, as she pointed her kendo stick at the people in the audience, before making her way down to the ring.

The ringside was beautifully (for Alice, anyway) decorated with weapons around...they even threw one of the most brutal weapons of deathmatches, the light tubes, in to the pile...though they were most likely the safer version that didn't have the mercury vapor in them. Living on the edge was one thing, dying was quite another.

She rolled into the ring, lifting her kendo stick high up in the air, before her theme winded down, and she took her place in her corner, leaving her kendo stick on the floor near her, and awaiting her opponent for the night...

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Spoiler

Diana Accera never believed she'd be the sort for deathmatches. Hell, even hardcore variants, whatever the difference was. Being a woman whom purely lived for the fight, using a weapon wasn't exactly a thrill comparable to that of when she drove her fists into her foes face. Though there'd be nothing stopping her doing just that tonight. Perhaps so, with a few creative uses of said weapons inbetween.

What the hell, she figured. It was still a match in the end.

Having emerged before the masses not long after Alice, Diana held her hands to her hips outside the ring a moment. Perhaps regretting her choice of signature bikini, given there'd most certainly be the shedding of blood throughout the encounter, Diana could but tut and roll under the ropes, joining her foe in the ring.

"So when I actually do you in...I won't get in trouble for it, right?" She'd taunt, firm and cocky grin to her mug as she looked over to her smaller foe, having already put weapon already in hand.

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Her foe wore only a simple bikini into the ring...but in case it was some sort of a power move, Alice believed it could be quite effective. Diana wasn't the tallest woman she ever fought...but build-wise, she was likely one of her most muscular foe's she ever faced. Getting trapped in her foe's thighs felt like it would mean her head would come out like it does in those watermelon crushing videos...

And as her mind was along those lines, the taller woman would ask her a question that one would believe came straight out of the mouth of a serial murder...not that it phased the smaller woman:

"Heh...you could certainly try...just be careful that I don't do you in myself. Plus, wearing a bikini to this sort of match? Even if we don't kill each other, your body would come out as somewhat of a modern art after this...", Alice would joke around with a smirk on her face, eager to get the match started as the referee, worried that both women were not the least bit scared for the upcoming match, would do final preparations for the match, asking both ladies on if they were ready, to which Alice nodded...

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The nod quickly given likewise from Diana, the Italian held her posture where she was in the ring. If Alice was to approach now, which would be entirely legal given the immediate ringing of the bell, Diana would see it coming and ideally have time to respond. For right now, she was more than happy to check the scale of the woman before her rather than dive right in. Alice wasn't a giant by any means, but something about the general aura of her smaller foe screamed that this form of match was one she possessed more skill in than Diana. Though, it wasn't a particular feat, given Diana couldn't recall the last time she'd used a weapon over her own fists.

"A few bruises, I imagine...I'll just how to see how easily your blood washes out..." Her right hand raised, palm open, Diana was happy to stand and taunt, in hopes the figure before her would close the distance, and leave Diana on a stronger defensive. That was the plan, anyway.

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Alice would giggle at her opponent's words: "On a bikini? I wonder..."

The Pale Rider would herself be careful in approaching the Italian Powerhouse. She had a ton of experience in deathmatches to know that even the less experienced hardcore wrestler that was much taller than her posed a threat. Just rushing in, punches blazing, was a sure way to get busted out early...something she learned the hard way.

The start of the match would resemble that of a regular match, as the two circled and approached the middle of the ring. Alice would decide to try something, lifting her arm for a Test of Strength...knowing she had no way to overpower Diana, and obviously having a (quite simple) plan behind the gesture...

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Diana was eager to get things going at some point, but she was no fool. Size often enough played a factor in ones physical strength, and whilst Alice wasn't among the smallest in LAW, she certainly wasn't the biggest. Neither was Diana mind, though she could somewhat smugly say that had she so chosen to go towards the latter, it would take half a year at most.

"What are you up to..." She'd mutter, though to herself and herself alone as she slowly inched forward, hands raised as if to accept. If Alice did indeed opt to test the might of this Italian, she'd hope to pour on the power in a way that might even dishearten her going forward. If indeed there was a cunning ploy afoot instead, Diana simply hoped she had enough wits about her to catch on.

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"Oh...you know...just a friendly, fair way to start this brutal, bloody deathmatch...", Alice would tell the muscular woman with as honest a smile as she could muster.

Diana would take the bait...and then some.

"HOLY FUCK!!!"

She was NO match to Diana in terms of strength. The moment the Italian poured her strength on Alice, she buckled, and dropped to one knee. She expected Diana to be stronger than her...but did not expect strength discrepancy to be THIS huge.

...still...it wasn't a big matter of importance to the Pale Rider...not for the moment, at least.

She would allow Diana to pin her to the canvas, completely giving up on the test of strength within a second...

...as she would raise both her legs, and attempt to aim it for the spot right between Diana's legs for a harsh kick to her groin!

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Diana only poured on the majority as opposed to all of her strength as she lunged into Alice, still aware of possible ploys in efforts of getting the Italian's guard down. To her outright surprise, no plot came; the Italian was able to not only shove into Alice as much as she so desired, but even go so far as to buckle the girl to a single knee. She'd even be allowed to go further, seemingly looking to pancake the girl against the mat and perhaps stretch her beyond all sense. That was, until Alice simply raised a knee.

Evidently, the fact that weapons were allowed in this encounter had somewhat blinded Diana to the fact everything else was allowed too...

"AHHHHH!" Head snapping back as she released those hands, Diana fell to the canvas like a ton of bricks, rolling onto her sides as her hands came low to soothe the ache! Eyes watering for what few seconds they were open, as she snapped them shut, yelping without end!

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"Works EVERY time!", Alice would mention...and somewhat lie. This definitely didn't work everytime, and she herself was on receiving end of an early low blow in a match...

...however, she did notice this was a trend for people who rarely took part in hardcore matches to fall for this...

Regardless, less than a minute in, the Pale Rider already had an upper hand over the Italian Superwoman. She would quickly follow up her cheap shot by hard stomps all across her foe's chiselled body, targeting her chest and abs, before grabbing at her hair to sit her upright...

...before taking for the ropes, and jumping low at Diana, looking for a powerful Low Dropkick across the woman's chest!

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That heavy groin shot near crippled Diana for the moments that followed, needless to say, as the Italian's body practically refused to do anything else other than sooth the monstrous pain between her legs. Body recoiling in pain and horror as those stomps were driven against her, all Diana could do was try to roll into a ball almost. That lowly defence was giving her time to recover from that sensation forced upon her frame, but now it seems Alice was eager to deliver more strikes upon her frame than Diana could even keep track of!

Soon forced upright, hands finally leaving from inbetween her legs, the Italian could only scowl as Alice set off for the ropes, returning with gusto and momentum upon her frame. The only option to Diana a rather obvious one, she could but wait until Alice was airborne before finally moving again. With a simple roll to her sides, not that Alice would hurt herself from missing regardless, given she was hardly touching the sky!