Round Two

Had to get up. Had to fight back. Had to do something.

Carmen craddled her battered shoulder, wincing at the crippling pain. Nothing permanently broken as near as she could tell, and she’d be fine in an hour or so, but for now her right arm was next to useless. Certainly not good enough to deliver her best punches, a handicap she couldn’t afford against the woman.

She couldn’t afford to stay on her back, either, so she tried to stand up again. It would’ve been hard enough without an obstacles, but Diana added one in the form of a stiff kick, cracking her on the chest. The blow dropped her back on the floor once more and left her reeling - for now, all she could do was glare back up at her smirking rival.

It also exposed a bit of her bare breast, but Carmen didn’t pay that much mind. Modesty was a low priority at the moment.

Diana felt on top of the world. Sure, she'd probably be laying on her sofa with her upper body essentially covered in ice for the next few days to sooth the pain. But right now? She had Carmen Rodriguez at her knees. Quite literally.

The satisfaction of kicking the woman back down to her butt forced a shudder of glee from the Italian, who this time, like Carmen had been so kind to do to her, give the champion absolutely zero respite. Bending over somewhat, a smile on her face that almost in a way shone a 'Here, let-me-help-you-up' vibe, Diana's hand quickly shot to the woman's throat. She had no intention of trying to squeeze her throat dry like she had done earlier; her goal to force the woman up, painfully and roughly of course, preparing to bend at the knees and dead lift the woman with raw power if she failed to do so of her own accord.

If the champ stood like the sadistic Italian wanted, Diana would back away slowly from the corner with Carmen in tow, fingers still clasp on that throat. No corner to cover up in now.

Carmen gasped as Diana’s hand squeezed her windpipe and she was lifted, and she didn’t just do that because she was having trouble breathing.

She knew Diana was strong. That much had been blatantly obvious from the first moment they met. She didn’t know her opponent was this strong, however. While Carmen wasn’t the biggest woman in AFW, she was still on the heavier end of the spectrum, weighing far more than most woman thanks to her muscle. Even so, Diana still managed to dead lift her, with one hand, no less. Carmen stood up along with with her, trying to ease the pressure around her neck, but she didn’t provide all that much support. This was a legitimate feat.

Carmen had little time to be amazed, though. With one hand hanging limply to the side, she used her other to beat at Diana’s arm, trying to make her let go. She couldn’t get too much power in the strikes, though, each one coming off more ineffective than the last, as she sputtered and choked in the vicious hold.

Diana did wish Carmen would play nice, even briefly tightening her claw like grip on her throat to worsen her breathing, to try and entice the champion to stand. No such luck unfortunately for the Italian, whose grip quickly went back to a simple throat hold, as she focused on straightening her legs to force the woman up on her toes.

Dead centre of the ring, Diana's hands stayed glued to the woman, with not much force in terms of choking, but firm in terms of keeping the woman in her grasp. Carmen would soon start beating her arm like a drum of course, causing the Italian to wince. She could still pull out amazing feats of strength, even now; but at extreme cost after having a 24/7 champion try and turn both your stomach and chest into mush. Even forcing the woman standing somewhat left a ache in her arms.

Rather than try to throttle the woman, Diana would lean her upper body forward, at the same time trying to pull Carmen's towards her. She'd try to release her grip, intending to slip her arms past the woman's throat, trying to lock behind her in front sleeper fashion.

If all went well, Diana would step her body fully forward, body's entirely pressing now, as she'd try to tighten those arms.

Carmen could breath a little easier now, but that hardly meant she was in a good spot. Quite the opposite. Diana’s hold was solid, and she had a variety of ways to make it worse. Carmen didn’t know exactly how she would go next, but she knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.

She turned out to be half-right on that last point.

She was pulled in tight against Diana’s body, those magnificent arms closing in on her throat like a noose. Breathing became hard, next to impossible, and she groaned into the Italian’s shoulder to signify it. Any other time, she might’ve been able to fight out of this hold on pure will, but her body was drained and her best arm was still hurting too much for any kind of offense. She could just weakly punch at Diana’s stomach. Not much of anything.

The feeling of their bodies pressing against each other, though, was pleasant. She hated to admit it, but there was no getting around the fact. Their bodies, drenched with sweat, slipped and slid along each other, Theirs hips met and formed a seal, fitting well. Their legs brushed and tangled as Carmen fought in the hold. Diana’s hot breath flowed across the back of her neck, and she was close, so close, that she could feel the Italian’s powerful heart beating.

It was a unique situation, and maybe it was the fatigue, the lack of oxygen, or just some deep attraction coming out...but Carmen was taken away by it. Without even thinking, she started to plant wet, heavy kisses along Diana’s neck, sucking up the sweat with each contact, even running her tongue and leaving a trail of mixed fluids in her path.

Far too spent to hoist the woman up into a lifted triangle choke, or squeeze with a strength that would put the woman out in seconds, all Diana could do was hope her pressure on her foes neck was enough to at least start to drift the champion into unconsciousness, even if it took it's time. Carmen didn't seem like she had too much fight in her to push out of it, her hands softly colliding with the Italian's side, causing slight jolts merely from the surprise but nothing close to causing the woman to wince.

Diana too felt somewhat a weird feeling towards the woman. Diana didn't hate Carmen, nor even dislike her. In fact, despite been somewhat of a nasty bitch in general, Diana probably couldn't think of anyone she genuinely hated. Her aggressive attitude towards near all potential foes was something that simply came hand in hand with the intense desire for consistent, brutal battles. She presumed Carmen somewhat knew that, considering the battle they had first shared. Given any other situation, the two women would of likely been friends.

Her eyes would somewhat widen, as she felt the presence of wet lips on her sweaty neck. "What...are you..." She closed her eyes somewhat, bringing her head back in a moan, her arms somewhat still firm, but by no means trying to choke the woman of her senses.

Carmen suckled on Diana’s neck, enjoying the feel of her lips against the surprisingly soft skin. Maybe it was just the fact that she’d grown up in a place where tanned skin was everywhere you looked, but she’d always found paler skin attractive. Particularly when it was stretched over tight muscles.

She brought her leg around Diana’s body as the strongwoman eased her hold, giving them some more space to work with, and pulling them closer together. Her thighs ran up between Diana’s legs, pressing into her and rubbing with a sinful rhythm, and her hand - the one still attached to a working arm - went around and gave Diana’s firm ass a squeeze.

When Diana moved her head back, Carmen took advantage of the new space and placed more kiss along the underside of her neck. Everyone was harder than the last, more forceful, and the occasional rough bite was mixed in with. She answered Diana’s question with a low, gutteral growl, as if the beastly noise explained everything by itself.

Diana uncharacteristically allowed herself to be taken over, atleast for the moment, as her foe had begun an assault of a different manner. The groping of the Italian's ass would cause Diana to shudder, moaning with her eyes closed, opting to keep her head back as Carmen 'assaulted' her neck. She couldn't deny her attraction to the situation; how a scenario had changed so considerably; moments ago both women were as likely to snap something on their opponents body as they were unlikely to give in, to a situation where Carmen had briefly taken control of Diana in a sexual manner. In her mind, being 'beaten' in this respect was somewhat more humiliating than being submitted in the most painful of holds. At least she wouldn't have to explain that form of submission.

The Italian would open her eyes somewhat, looking through narrowed slits at the ceiling, as her own hands began to slide down the woman. She'd slowly force her head down, unable to meet the gaze of the woman buried in her neck, but a sudden fierceness emerging from her eyes. If Carmen wanted to play it this way, Diana would still go out of her way to show that she was the better woman.

With one hand sliding to Carmen's butt, the other to her lower back, Diana would gently pull up, so that the Champion were off her feet, even if but slightly, as she began to caress her body. With Carmen's legs still wrapped, Diana would slowly grind her hand up and down the back of Carmen, gently pressing her stomach and crotch into the Italian, in her own way of demonstrating that she was the one in charge.

Carmen wasn’t thnking about submitting Diana or humiliating her or anything like that. In fact, she was barely thinking at all. Her focus was mostly on how hot her rival’s skin was, how well their muscles felt molding against each others, how breasts pillowed out against her chest, and the salty taste of her neck as she practicarly feasted on it. This felt good. It felt so good.

But that wasn’t enough for Diana, apparently, as lifted Carmen up and tried to take control of the situation. From almost anyone else, she would’ve seen it as a simple gesture, just jockying for possition. From Diana, it was a challenge. A clear one. The woman simply refused to be second in anything.

Somehow, that just made Carmen even hotter.

She didn’t fight the lift, but she decided to assert her own dominance in another. She pulled back, looked into Diana’s eyes with feral lust, then dove in for a kiss, if you could call it that. It seemed like an inadequate word to describe what happened when their lips met, with Carmen’s tongue violently invading Diana’s mouth, their lips smacking against each, their teeth clashing in scraping as she hungrily devoured every inch of this woman she could get

She took a quick break, only long enough to catch a breath and say a word. ”Harder.” Then Carmen dove back in, more intense than ever.

Diana for some reason, didn't actually consider the possibility of Carmen somewhat challenging her in the heated session their match had become. Despite hoisting her up, asserting her dominance in away, Carmen instead only increased her own intensity, forcing her lips against Diana and briefly leaving her devoid of air, caught of guard by the intense locking of lips. The two may have been making out like high school lovers, but Diana was almost infuriated by it. Even more so when the champ demanded more of her.

Diana kept her arm around the butt of Carmen, supporting her weight, although Carmen was somewhat doing that with her legs, whilst her other hand shot up to roughly grab the short locks of the woman. A fierce heated adrenaline fuelling both women, Diana would pull her hair harshly, breaking the kiss and forcing the two women's eyes to lock.

She'd then dive in for an assault of her own, teeth clamping down somewhat harshly on the neck of the woman, as she began to lick and smother it with her lips, seemingly in an attempt to fill it with love-bites numbering possibly double digits.

The rest of her upper body would lean forward more so, so that Carmen was somewhat at the mercy of Diana's hold; if Carmen pushed out, she would of likely fallen to the ground. There was no chance of Diana merely letting her drop, as her hand previously on the woman's hair again shot to her lower back, just above her butt, before giving a long, incredibly tight grind, forcing Carmen's lower half to ride over Diana's, the Italian's knees bending and straightening to aid the movement.