Umalda remained defiant on the ring, though her knees flaked, and fell on top of the other fighter as she could barely stand on her own. Both her and Lita were exhausted and held onto each other, but the giant’s weight falling over the boxer felt even heavier than it actually was. As if it was a bomb, Lita tried to get her off and pin her, but her body didn’t respond. Umalda managed to push herself further and grabbed her opponent by the face, lifting her with one hand like one would a prize.

“She’s going to do it!”, May screamed as he leaned forward, “The Fall from Grace!”.

Umalda raised Lita as high as she could, and then slammed her face first against the ground with a loud impact that reverberated through the whole venue.

“There’s a lot of punishment coming back and forth, but I think Umalda has taken the cake there!”, May said as the red fighter limped towards the ropes and began to climb them.

“I don’t think she’s done yet, May”, While Misa answered to her partner, the giant raised her fist towards the audience. Then, she jumped against Lita, “She’s out for blood!”.

Umalda crushed Lita with all her weight. The strength of the impact was so great that all air left the boxer’s body, and she could only manage to let out a mute scream. Lita’s spine arched and she tried to desperately catch back the air that had run away from her, before the titan grabbed her in a lock and pinned her down. The referee came running to the side and started the count that seemed would finally end the match.

“One!”

“Two!”

Before the referee could end the match with a final count, Lita grabbed Umalda’s head and used her to lift her shoulders up in a gamble, breaking the pin. The red woman reluctantly let her go as she cursed away in frustration.

Lita could barely stand up, her arms weighting like cement blocks that pulled her down. Umalda was sick and tired, and ran against the boxer with her arm extended, aiming to throw her to the ground with a clothesline. However, just as the flesh guillotine came for her neck, Lita ducked below it and punched her rival in the gut, digging deep inside her stomach.

Now that she had a chance, the boxer kept attacking and threw out her left hand and baited the giant to protect her side, only to suddenly change and strike with her right, surprising her rival. Tired and confused, Umalda decided to forget about everything and just slap her in the ears as hard as she could. Lita’s world blacked out for a second and came back as a disorienting maze, but she kept fighting back, blindingly hitting Umalda’s large frame while enduring all the punishment raining against her in retaliation. Finally, the smaller of the two threw one last uppercut that managed to shake the red titan and bring her to the ground, without any more energy to ignore the pleads of her body.

Unable to hold any sort of technique anymore, Lita just let her body fall on top of Umalda to pin her down, waiting for the referee to start the count once more.

“One!”

The time before every number felt like ages. The boxer knew that if the giant freed herself once more, she wouldn’t be able to do anything against her anymore. She could only wait now.

“Two!”.

Umalda still remained down, her heavy breathing mixing with Lita’s as she braced herself for another burst of defiant strength.

“Three!”

The bell rang, filling the building with its echo and ending the match. A wave of peace rushed through Lita as the referee declared her the victor, though to her dull senses, it felt like he was far away. She rolled to the side, and still laying on the ground, weakly lifted her closed fist to the skies, claiming her victory in front of an audience that roared her name.

“And Lightning Lita takes the fight! What a fight folks, these two ladies never disappoint!”, May said, his voice trying to break through the sea of applauses.

“I’d be watching my back in Lita’s place, who knows what Umalda might want to do to take her revenge”, Misha retorted, as the giantess threw hateful daggers to her rival from the ground.

“Let’s go”, Dirtha said as she got up from her seat and abandoned the balcony. Diego had no choice but to follow her.

As they could hear the murmur of the people leaving the building and talking between them, the couple traversed the less populated hallways, were only the fighters and workers had access to. They went deeper into the gut of the edifice, until they arrived at the changing room, where they found Lightning Lita applying ice to her bruises.

“Good show today”, the marble-skin woman said as she stopped next to the fighter, who raised her hand to salute her.

“Thanks boss”, she answered without letting the ice abandon her skin, “Glad it was worth it, because I’m going to feel sore for a week”.

“An occupational hazard, nothing to worry about”, she moved her arm towards Diego, so that the boxer would give him her attention, “This is Diego, he’s our newest addition”.

Lita got up and extended her arm towards the revenant in a welcoming gesture that filled him with warmth and security, “Fresh from the corpse pile”, she said in a playful tone, brandishing a wide smile that shone like the spring Sun, “Nice to meet you, I’m Emma”.

Without any of the doubts that had been harassing the young man without end, he accepted the gesture and stretched the hand in front of him. He gave her his first smile since his untimely demise, “Same”.

But the meeting ended abruptly when they heard heavy footsteps coming their way. Umalda’s large frame loomed over them as she was barely capable of fitting through the doorframe of the changing room. She walked straight towards Emma and looked down towards her before finally addressing her with her deep voice.

“Hey Emma, could you share your water with me?”, the giant said with a hint of embarrassment, “I forgot mine”.

“Sure, no worries”, the smaller woman answered merrily before passing a glass bottle to the other one, “Nice work today”.

“Thanks, you too”, Umalda answered back before finally quenching her thirst, “I’ve been holding my thirst for a while now”.

Diego looked at Dirtha after watching the scene, looking for a confirmation to his suspicions, “So, I guess wrestling’s a show here too”.

“No”, the businesswoman answered the same way a teacher would to a student, “It’s a business. And a very lucrative one”.