Diana Accera: Making Her Statement

It had been some time since Diana Accera's aggressive début in AFW, and what a début it had been. Against Carmen Rodriguez, with her revered 24/7 Championship on the line, a win by Diana would of been the definition of a sports upset. Then again, Diana never once considered herself the title revering sort; the fact the belt was on the line mattered not, it was simply the calibre of foe said title would of been worn by that interested her to the point of actively seeking Carmen out. That being said, even with Diana failing to come close to the upset win over Carmen, she could take solace in a fact few could claim in their début, especially against a champion level fighter. Diana made Carmen sweat.

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Now, clad in casual gear stood dead centre of the ring, her eyes to the floor with a microphone in hand, Diana had every intention of kicking her career in AFW to the next level. The crowd somewhat silent, unable to agree on a general consensus of whether to boo or cheer the relatively new wrestler, most waited with baited breath, as the busty Italian raised her mic-wielding hand to speak.

"Let me make it clear..." Diana would loudly roar into the mic, before bringing the hand down, performing a small circle in the ring, a sign of her rookie nature in cutting a promo, unsure how to really stand or what exactly to do with her hands.

"Facing Carmen, was never about getting a belt." Again lowering the microphone, this time Diana would resume her speech quicker, gaining apparent confidence with speaking in the ring. "Even if I do get my name on it..." she'd cut the briefest of smiles, evidently amused at her own humour.

"I was after Carmen Rodriguez, champion level opponent. The fact she carried a belt she was forced to put on the line with every fight mattered about as much to me as each and every one of you do," raising her finger, pointing at individual members of the crowd, finally gaining a strong reaction in the forms of boos.

"When I am done here, when I am done in AFW, do I want to be down in some company history books? Some Hall of Champions? Some Hall of Fame? Do I fuck." She'd mutter her profanity with emphasis, determined to get her point across, again gaining negative response from the crowd. "I am not here to amuse any of you. I am not here to break streaks, make records, or start revolutions. I am certainly, not here to be your champion. I am here, for my own reason." Now pacing the ring, her face now confident, Diana had evidently found her promo-cutting strut. A dark smile again on her lips, as a lowly boo filled the arena, Diana would pull pause for effect.

"And that is to fight." Lowering her microphone yet again, Diana would step towards the ropes nearest the entrance, her eyes on the ramp, as she'd rest her top half on the ropes, arms somewhat crossed. "Not to wrestle. Not to scuffle. Certainly not to entertain. Any of you back there, any of you women, any of you men, that step in this ring, no, step up to me anywhere, I will make you remember be."

Stepping back from the ropes, eyes down as she'd again pace the ring, Diana was coming to a close. "So with that been said. With my cooments to you IDIOTS..." again pausing, emphasising her words as she was rewarded with boos, "...who thought I was some gold chasing bitch put to rest.."

Turning her eyes back to the ropes once more, Diana appeared to finally finish her moment, eyes then rolling down as she gave herself a satisfied smile.

"...I am done here."

Dropping the mic, the Italian would fall to her side, promptly rolling under the bottom ropes, making her swift exit, not at all interested in entertaining the monkeys of the crowd any further.

Megumi Momoi was getting bored.

Usually her job wasn’t quite this dull. Ever since she took up this gig as a commentator for Friction, she’d been able to watch plenty of good matches. Oh, sure, there were more kawaii matches and hentai challenges than she cared for, but every episode of Friction typically had one or two blowaway matches to make up for it. That was all she asked for out of life, really.

But this episode in particular had been dragging. Back to back kawaii matches, a completely forgettable Hentai match, and a world title match that showed some promise...until it turned out to be an Evening Gown match.

Christ.

She was ready to write this night off as a loss, the rare Friction show that disappointed, when something interesting happening. Working with the company for a few years now, Megumi had gotten used to new wrestlers coming and talking lots of crap - in fact, it seemed to happen every other week. But few, if any of those challengers were as well put together, as solid, as powerfully built as Diana Accera. She looked like she had the ability to put some action behind her words, which Megumi respected. Maybe she didn’t like the attitude that came along with it, but she respected it.

In fact, it gave her an idea. Maybe a silly, stupid, dumb idea, but it would alleviate the boredom and give her something to do, at least.

Making her way out from behind the booth, Megumi sauntered up the steps and made her way into the ring, confusing the crowd. She didn’t like to advertise that she wrestled outside of the company, so many of them were unaware the she even had history in the ring. That would likely change soon.

She picked up the microphone, gave it a quick tap, the spoke into it, letting her gruff voice echo through the arena.
”Hey!” She canted her head to the side and waged her finger. ”Excuse me, Ms. Accera, but I don’t think you really are done here. I think you might have a little more business here.”

Diana had already gained somewhat of a considerable pace as she began her exit, not at all interested, or more expecting a direct response from anyone. A new foe. The Crowd. Certainly not a commentator. As she came closer and closer to the exit, she noticed the crowd had somewhat died down, quitting what had been a somewhat shower of boos on the Italian. She couldn't quite put her finger on why; usually a crowd would literally boo a 'heel' right out of the arena, yet they had halted. Almost as if there was something to discuss, or turn focus to.

Stood just before said exit, the Italian would tilt her head, noticing a figure making her entrance into the ring. Turning fully, hands to her side, eyes squinting as if to examine, muttering, "What the hell?" lowly.

She'd continue to stand for a while as the somewhat mysterious (at least, mysterious in terms to the rookie Italian) made her short comment, before a stage hand somewhat roughly handed her a microphone, a que from the backstage lot that they were hoping the relative newcomer would reply, to somewhat interest the crowd.

"And who the fuck are you?" She'd give in, loudly roaring down the microphone as her face became considerably more serious.

Megumi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and since as Diana’s sonorous resounded throughout the arena like the commands of a vengeful goddess. Hardly the first wrestler with a big mouth she’d come across, but this woman took intensity to another level. She radiated energy like a furnace.

Megumi liked that.

”Guess you don't watch your own show, huh?” She shrugged and tapped the microphone against her shoulder, thinking about the best way to proceed. Might as well be blunt. She could do blunt well.

”Megumi Momoi. Now, a lot of you know that name. You've heard me do commentary here night after night, and you know I know this game. But what you all might not know is where I come from, what I can do.”

Megumi pulled off her jacket and tossed it over the ropes. ”Before I made my living talking about wrestling, I made my living actually doing it. Maybe I wasn’t the brightest star ever, but I fought hard for my paycheck, each and every day. I didn’t just talk about how great I was - I put action behind my words.”

She popped the buttons off her shirt, one by one. ”So when you come out here and talk about how great you are and how tough you are and all that, I can’t help but feel you might want to do a little more than that.”

She took off her shirt, revealing the bra she had on underneath. But, more importantly, she showed off her muscles, stacked all over. Megumi kept herself in shape, and she was certainly glad to show it off. ”So how about you try your luck with me?”

Megumi couldn't take the fact Diana didn't know her role or even name personally; hell, the Italian barely remembered women in her past that she'd beaten to a pulp!

The big Italian kept a stern look, opting to listen to what the woman had to say. She was never a fan of long conversations, especially when there was other pursuits she could of been spending said time on, but since it was obvious Megumi would only call out to her in search of said action, she opted to continue, albeit briefly rolling her eyes as the girl discussed her background.

Her eyes would turn somewhat more focused though, as Diana heard the statement 'I put action behind my words.' In the fierce amazon's mind, you didn't have to be of ridiculous stature, strength or even technical know-how to warrant her curiosity, if her foe had such fighting mantra. Like two peas in an angry pod. That been said, she would be ever so slightly more interested in a foe who looked the part, especially in demonstrating said mantra.

She'd quickly receive a 'viewing' as it were of her potential foe, who decided to somewhat strip in the ring, revealing her muscular frame. Diana would smile, exhaling as she looked at the floor, as if to say 'Here I go again..." already beginning a slow descent down the ramp.

Mic still in hand, she'd stop herself briefly, bringing up her hand, as she prepared to mock her apparent-soon-to-be foe. "Wait...right now? Isn't there like, a bra and panties match for you to commentate over or something?"

On the outside, Megumi kept her cool and stayed in control. Stand straight. Chin up. Eyes focused. All the little details that she’d been taught to do when she’d first started cutting promos. Don’t show fear, or the match is over before the bell rings.

On the inside, though, she was a living bundle of nerves. God, this felt great. Being in the ring, surrounded by the fans, itching for a match. She would probably get chewed out for this - while her contract allowed her to wrestle, they would’ve preferred her not to, wanting to focus on the younger stars. But screw it. She’d been behind the desk long enough, a little action wouldn’t kill her.

But, back to the present. Diana had a point. Neither of them were exactly dressed to wrestle.

”Okay, okay.” Megumi waved it off and took a step back. ”Next show, then. We can have a dark match before we go live, give the fans something to watch while they’re settling in. Work for you?”

The moment the mention of both 'next show' and 'dark match' echoed around the arena, a minor cry of boos came back in response, most likely over the obvious fact that non of the attendees tonight would see said match, unless of course they came to the follow up show. Diana merely smiled, teeth showing, as she looked around the crowd, clearly revelling in their displeasure. She didn't care, she would have all of her fights in completely private settings and outright avoid the smarks in the crowd oogling her whilst she wrestled if she could.

Whilst there was an issue of wrestling attire on top of scheduling issues, (given the fact Diana was given promo time, not a full match-worth of a scheduling block), such issue was mostly one sided, as Diana would of happily removed the clothes she was in and fought her foe in her somewhat modest underwear. That been said, she opted against it, tilting her head as she considered the fact she'd be partaking in essentially a bra and panties match, a stipulation she had just mocked.

With the offer on the table the only one available, besides of course saying no, Diana simply raised her mic, arguably too close to her mouth, but gaining the benefit of a somewhat bellowing tone as she responded.

"You're on."

With that, she'd instantly drop the mic, before turning, continuing her way out.