Diana A. Vs. Trent S. - Cobra's Bite

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Taking in a hefty gasp the moment her freedom was found, Diana was irate! To be motorboated so quickly into her first foray into the world of LAW's mixed division?!

With a roar, she kicked her left foot forward whilst rearing her right in the same direction. She didn't need much air nor much wits about her for the hellish superkick she was primed to deliver, hence she felt it the perfect attack! Her bare foot was sent flying at all speeds towards Trent's core, in an effort to strike the wind right out of him and perhaps drop him!

[SubtleRoar]

*While his external appearance conveyed exhaust and confusion, Cobra was silently calculating the next potential move his opponent would make. Surprisingly enough, she decided that the prudent move would be to shoot her lone foot forward to try and knock him off balance for a lunging assault to his midsection!*

"Not happening today, gorgeoussssss!" *Slipping towards her immediate right, Cobra would instantaneously slither around her body, latching onto her opposite leg and upper body to try and apply a vicious abdominal stretch to the muscular amazon!* "How'ssssss thisssss feel?" *He facetiously inquired, digging his elbow against her rock hard abs!*

Spoiler

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Her kick failing to find its mark, Diana was catching nothing but wind right up until when her male adversary caught her. And ensnared her in a hold to test her strong core yet again! Groaning out with her teeth bared, eyes shutting amidst her frame being locked up, Diana struggled but there was next to no give. She simply had to wait for a moment to pull herself free - one presented by Trent's figure naturally needing a moment of small rest from the constant exertion of the ab stretch. Up until then, she was nought but a toy, free for Trent to stretch and stab into!

Elbow finding its way into her side, which only made the Italian groan out all the more!

[SubtleRoar]

"Aaaah, rather ssssssilent all of a sudden, aren't we?" *His derisive cadence made it abundantly evident that Cobra was rather proud of himself, continuing to relentlessly stretch the goddess's muscular form with all his might, eventually being forced to take a light breather, remaining sedentary while maintaining his commanding grip on her body. Deciding that he had inflicted enough damage on Diana to keep her sedentary, Cobra turned towards the audience to sneer at the general public!*

"Take a gander everyone!" *He snarled, bearing his fangs to show the audience his detestation towards them.* "Thissssss is but a tasssste of what I intend to do to the highest caliber wrestlers who stand in my way!"

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It was perhaps in Trent's preference to showboat the moment over put pure focus on agonising the Italian that finally presented Diana with her chance to fire back. Eyes tightly shut all the while, they would open only when she heard the goading words of her male foe, who had now opted to somewhat turn her as to point her stretched front to the crowd. A motion that would give the Italian time to tense her own arms, and then her back.

In an effort to suddenly rear the latter forward and down, pulling Trent with it, for a snap hip toss!

One that if successful would be followed up with a hell of a kick, as Diana's fury made its appearance once more. With a snap-style soccer kick, right to Trent's back! One that damn near made her own shin sting!

[SubtleRoar]

*Given his abundant lack of attention towards the semi-active woman he held in his grasp, Cobra was bound to reap the fruits of his ignorance sooner or later, and as fate would have it, it would come in the form of a gargantuan hip throw, sending him flying skyward before inevitably crashing against the canvas with a sickening* "THUMP!" *That left the audience in shock and awe of the unbelievable strength the mammoth woman possessed!*

"Unnhhh..." *Cobra was left momentarily dumbfounded, allowing Diana's follow up to be flawlessly executed, the kick sending him haphazardly rolling sideways and towards the lowest handing rope far across the arena!* "Ggrrrhh!" *Reaching both hands backwards in tandem to try and sooth his spine, Cobra was in an entirely new universe of anguish, one that he had never felt before!*

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Throwing her male adversary up and over, Diana added her unique, snappy twist to that hip throw what with her effort to near enough break her own shin across Trent's back. Far too furious to be sent wheeling herself, despite the throbbing pain in her leg quickly forming, Diana opted to use the positioning of the ring to her advantage.

Spreading her legs as she slid a few steps to behind where Trent now was, as to be facing her foes back, Diana would look to kick off her feet the moment her male foe began to clamber himself up. Using the ropes of course, at least she hoped, given her male foes positioning!

Ropes Diana looked to damn near bisect Trent with, as Diana extended her right leg up and out! To force his torso and near enough his neck into the middle and bottom rope, with her own extended leg hooking over past his shoulder! With the Italian near enough bouncing across Trent's back given how much pace she had!

[SubtleRoar]

*Struggling to regain any semblance of control over this fight, Cobra was slowly beginning to realize that underestimating his opponent might be the last mistake he's allowed to make!* "Jeezzzzzzz this is starting to get out of hand." *He outwardly ruminated, slowly clawing up the ropes to try and return to his footing. However, Diana wasn't finished with him yet, charging forward before slamming his throat across the rope!*

"GGGHAAAK!" *The anguished blonde unleashed a shriek of unparalleled pain, what little oxygen in his throat instantaneously escaping upon impact while he simultaneously tries to get a grip on something solid!.* "Hrrssssss!" *Despite the intense degree of suffering he was in however, something deep within the recesses of his mind was firing off serotonin, indicating that he wasn't completely against this feeling!*

Spoiler

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Diana didn't enjoy the use of the ropes, but in times of need she would at least push a rope break to a one or two count. Trent was no different despite the Italian's immediate dislike of her male foe, as the moment two was called, Trent found the pressure to be released from the back of his head. With Diana forced to step back, given the call for space by the official, Trent would be given a little brief moment of respite to fill up his lungs.

But naturally, the moment the referee was no longer between them, Diana shot back in with her left leg raised! To stomp it down on Trent's top half regardless of which way he was now facing - she cared not whether it be a strike to his upper chest, or shoulder blades!

[SubtleRoar]

*The instant he could, Cobra replenished his lungs with the refreshing sensation of oxygen flowing through them, the aching feeling that crippled his neck still lingering.* "Aaahh...ggrrhh..." *While not his most impressive moment, Cobra hadn't been completely deterred just yet, clambering up the ropes before finally turning to face his feminine aggressor.*

"T..thisssss..i..isn't over..." *He defiantly stated, finally planting his feet against the mat while giving Diana a baleful glare. While having barely recuperated whatsoever, Cobra maintained his aggressive demeanor, trying to remain as in control of this fight as he possibly could!*