Viviana Accera vs Carmen Rodriguez - Sister Act

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO

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Carmen stood in her corner of the ring as the crowd raged around her, eager for the next match, waiting for her music to die down and her opponent’s to begin. This was a common scene for her, and she’d lost count of the times she’d been in. How many matches had there been where she’d come down the ramp, slid in the ring, and gotten psyched up for her next match? She was used to the routine by now.

The only big difference today, though, was that she typically did all that in Kyoto, in Tension. Today, she was in Tokyo. Friction. For the first time in her long AFW career, she was fighting on the female-only brand.

It was a one-night thing, and the reason was simple enough. She had a clause in her AFW contract, a small little thing that obliged her to show up for a Friction match once a year, if they needed an extra hand. They hadn’t cashed it in since she came to Japan, but Carmen knew it was only a matter of time, and sure enough, that time had come. Apparently, there was a newcomer - Viviana - they wanted her to take on in her debut match. She wasn’t quite sure what the big deal was, or why this woman in particular was special, but frankly she didn’t much care.

Figuring out the way management made their decisions was something she’d long since given up on. Carmen’s thoughts at the moment centered around finishing this fight and taking the train back home.

So, as she waited for her opponent to come, she occupied herself in her corner, tugging on the ropes, limbering up, doing a few stretches, and hoping to god that this ‘Viviana’ wasn’t some kawaii they wanted her to squash. The main reason she’d chosen Tension over Friction was to avoid that sort of thing, and if this was some trick to get her into that kind of match, she’d forfeit in a heartbeat. Her record hadn’t been too hot since she’d lost the 24/7 Title and her hair along with it, but she wasn’t that desperate for a win. She’d quit before she got that desperate.

The difference of Carmen's venture into the world of friction was technically shared by the figure she'd be waltzing against tonight, given that a debuting Viviana had yet to make an appearance among the friction masses. But where as Carmen somewhat had less to lose given it simply wasn't her domain, Viviana had everything to gain. Just because Carmen wasn't a fully fledged friction wrestler would not lessen the merit the debuting star would gain from knocking off a former AFW champion. One such, that already had dealings with her family.

With her pristine frame clad in a tight fitting, yet unrestricted combination of purple and white, with more than enough skin on show, all that was left of Carmen's raven haired foe was to obviously make her appearance. For Viviana, she hoped that her debut would make its rounds, and fall into the eyes of someone very in particular. Rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles, Viviana would find her heartbeat greatly increasing as the lights of the arena dimmed, only to brighten up again in rising fashion that matched the opening chords of her Charm City Devils song.



Emerging in perfect harmony to the beat of her song kicking up a notch, a quick pivot on her heel as she burst through the curtain would leave Viviana raising her figure and arm high in tandem; her figure carrying with it a sense of showmanship perhaps unseen under the name Accera. With the audience somewhat tilting their head in confusion, those in attendance tonight would now collectively fall under the thought that a infamous and impromptu match-up from but over a year ago would now receive its second round before their very eyes.

They couldn't be blamed. Vivana resembled Diana so much, it somewhat unnerving. Even more so for the figure in the ring. For obvious reasons.

Descending the ramp with a smug grin, figure jiggling, those in attendance would be given a closer inspection of the debuting star as she strode past. A shade taller than Diana, with sharper abs, a greater chest and an oh-so friendly grin, the few and small differences between Vivana and her sister would be somewhat built upon by the young Italian tonight, as she intended to separate herself from the imagined shadow of her sibling tonight in the ring. And she could not have found a more ideal opponent.

Sliding her figure beneath the bottom ropes, raising with speed and a smile, Viviana stood a few metres from Carmen, hands to her hips and air of confidence about her. Diana was by no means the sort to ring up her younger sister and engage in hours of gossip whilst kicking her feet upon her bed, but quite frankly, she didn't have to be.

Viviana knew very well that her sisters ex-lover now stood before her.

"Well...hello there..." Words said with a lowly whisper, as Viviana imagined Carmen mistaking her for said someone else.

Considering Carmen and Diana’s history, their intimate relations, and the not-so-gentle way they’d broken up, the Puerto Rican pugilist’s reaction to seeing her former lover at the top of the ramp was reasonably measured.

”What the fuck?”

Those three words adequately summed up her thoughts on the matter, and her flabbergasted face further hammered it in. The fit body, the dark hair that seemed to melt over her shoulders, those haunting blue eyes that could make you shiver if you stared at them too long - it was her. Carmen had seen that body in too many positions, from too many angles, in too many different ways to not know it on sight.

Dozens of questions crossed her mind as Diana made her way to the ring. Chief among them: why the name change? Was Diana trying that hard to surprise her, or was this management’s idea to get a cheap surprise off her. If they thought she was going to stand for this, she’d happily prove them wrong. While she’d never walked out of a match before, she would over tricks like this.

And why would Diana even go along with this? The last time they met, it was like she didn’t even want to be on the same country as Carmen, much less the same ring? And why was she smiling? Not her evil, Pre-Beatdown smile, either, but a genuine, happy smile. That was weird. Way weird. Too weird.

She canted her head to the side as ‘Diana’ made her way into the ring, and it was then, with her on a level field, that she noticed the differences. Better abs, but that could’ve just come if she upped her training. Those breasts, though? Diana’s breasts were always good, but those were bigger. Taller overall, too. Around Army’s height, if she had to guess.

Curious, she stepped forward into her future foe’s shadow, looking her up and down and up again as the gears turned. Diana mentioned she had siblings that she fought when she was young, but she’d always assumed it was just brothers. But this woman looked so much like Diana, too close to be cousins, so…

After a moment, Carmen folded her arms in front of her chest and sighed, easing up all over. ”Sister, right?”

Whilst the differences in appearances between herself and the aforementioned Diana were few, the difference in personality of the siblings themselves shone out often immediately. Whenever Diana smiled, her eyes carried with them a serious glare that almost suggested said smile was barely genuine. Whenever Diana was oogled by the masses of the AFW audience, she would bare them no mind. And whenever Diana had her feet upon a ring canvas, whatever casual aspect of her personality would disappear outright.

Smiling at the many eyes upon her figure, almost showing a speck of perfect white teeth as her excitement only rose further, the younger Accera sister rose her hand slowly, flicking a long lock of hair up and around her ear.

"You should see your face though." Bending forward just a touch to gaze a little deeper into Carmen's own look, purely to try and take in what she could of the fighting machine she'd soon be trying to take apart, Viviana stood straight with a grunt, aware of the scale of the task before her. Lowering her previously hair-shuffling hand to stomach height, her fingers would form a fist as she offered Carmen something of a nod of mutual respect, extending in hopes it would be matched. Whatever beef Carmen had with Diana was Diana's own after all, even if things had ended on the definition of bad notes.

Carmen had known Viviana for all of ten seconds, tops, and she could already say they were getting off to a much more amiable start than the one Diana had. If solely for the reason that she hadn’t come into her gym, knocked out one of her students, and challenged her for the 24/7 title. So there was that.

Her first inclination was to ask if this was some sort of set up from Diana herself, but she squashed that thought immediately. Diana Accera was many thing - a great wrestler, an emotional bitch, a fine fit in a bikini - but she wasn’t the sort to send people to do her dirty work. If she wanted to attack Carmen, she’d march right up to her face and attack Carmen. Viviana seemed pleasant enough, and she had no reason to distrust.

It was just a match. That was all it would be, so long as she didn’t make it more.

She extended her fist and tapped Viviana’s then took a step back as the bell rang. Up went her fists and on came her rhythm, as she started to bounce to the side, staying loose. ”I’m guessing Diana told you about me and her?” She bit her lip, before an unwanted followup question slipped out. ”How is she, anyway?”

At least Carmen made an effort to sound only somewhat interested.

"Ask her yourself." Raising a hand with a serious gaze as she could muster, the sister of the aforementioned Diana Accera would extend her finger up past the side of Carmen, as to point to behind her.

When Carmen turned, she would gaze not upon the fine Italian figure she was accustomed to, but if anything, the complete opposite. A balding, forty's something male accompanied with his two similarly framed friends. Diana didn't know Viviana was in Japan, let alone the same company as her. Even then, Viviana herself couldn't imagine her sister to ever be the sort to sit ringside.

Still, a little harmless fun wouldn't hurt Carmen, and if anything, the Puerto Rican's reaction upon being told Diana was behind her would of told Viviana everything. Not that she'd admit it, but she knew a lot less about her sisters current state than perhaps Carmen suspected.

Dropping her stern look for a more casual one, Viviana's lengthy arms would stretch forward with fingers interlocked; a final stretch before a fight the Italian knew she'd need to be limbered up for.

"You'll have time for that Accera after. Right now, you've got another to deal with..."

”What?” Carmen’s calm demeanor faltered for the second time in as many minutes, her eyes shooting wide at Viviana’s words. ”Seriously?”

After the way they parted, she had thought that would be the end of it, that Diana wouldn’t be anywhere near the arena for this match. It was certainly true that the woman could be a little...difficult when it came to properly expressing her feelings, so you could never tell with her, but being here? Right now?

Carmen spun around, followed Viviana’s finger, and found herself staring at...not Diana. Not even close.

Ugh. Younger siblings.

Carmen turned back to face her foe with a sigh, though whether it was a relieved or disappointed one, even she couldn’t say. Whatever the case, she was right - the Accera in front of her looked formidable enough. She’d worry about the other one later. ”Fair enough.”

She dropped into her grappling stance and moved in the moment the bell rang, closing in with quick steps. Carmen stayed in Viviana’s range, daring her to reach out and try to grab her. She didn’t want to get too aggressive, wanted to see what this Accera had to offer that the other one didn’t. Just because they looked like clones didn’t mean they fought like clones.

A grin to her face, Viviana was not the sort to spend the following hours giggling. Straightening up nigh instantly with her face showing all the signs of a fighter who had both intention of giving her all, yet respectfully, Viviana quickly gained a gentle pace with her feet. Hopping left and right, she went over the straight facts once more in her head.

Carmen had the experience, that was a given. With years in the company, with a title reign as the cherry on that cake, out-wrestling Carmen was simply not an option. And whilst the idea of trying to outbox and out-strike her sisters ex was an interesting idea, Viviana had little intention of ending up knocked out on the floor from one mistimed dodge.

She'd re-watched Diana's debut enough to know she didn't want to experience it herself.

So what did Viviana have to her advantage?

Her size wasn't great enough for it to be considered one. She was younger than Carmen, but her foe was by no means old enough for her movements to be even damped, let alone outright sluggish.

No, Viviana's advantage lay in another factor.

Surprise.

All debuting stars carried with them an air of unpredictability; with whoever they opened their careers with likely on constant edge at what they could do. But with Viviana, the element was exaggerated, if but slightly. Sharing both an appearance and a surname with the striking orientated, submission based Diana Accera likely carried with it the expectation that Viviana would follow in the same style. Nothing pleased a sibling more than beating their elder at their own game after all.

For that reason entirely, Viviana had based her entire fighting style, including the fight before her, on what wouldn't Diana do.

And right now, Diana wouldn't rush in.

Thoughts not shared, as Viviana nigh leaped off her feet, with her right leg extended. If Carmen wanted the Italian to grab her, she'd taste an attempted push-kick straight to her guard instead!

What did Carmen know about Viviana so far? She was tall. Slightly taller than she and Diana, slightly more built. A bit more cheerful, too - not as silly as Army at his worst, but she was actually capable of some level of humor. Diana could make the occasional joke, but it was rare, and more taunting than anything. Had Carmen ever made her laugh? A few chuckles, in particular the evil kind, but she could recall anything like an outright guffaw.

But that was just fluff. What did Carmen know about Vivian that was useful?

She seemed light on her feet from the way she was hopping foot to foot. More energetic, less methodical than Diana. Those eyes remained her a bit too much of Army’s. So eager to come running in..it was a safe bet that she’d make the first move.

Sure enough, she did.

The younger Accera came dashing hard her way and lashed out with that long, lethal leg of hers, her bare foot striking hard into Carmen’s guard. The blow hit with the kind of force she’d expect from the pedigree, launching her back into the ropes.

Instead of fighting the momentum, though, Carmen rolled with it, bounced off the ropes, and came dashing back towards Viviana at full speed. She dropped low as she neared and lashed out, throwing a right cross to Viviana’s steely stomach with her charge behind it.

Viviana didn't know what she expected.

A grunt in response? Maybe.

A breaking of her guard? Not likely.

Outright flooring the Puerto Rican beauty? No chance.

Watching with keen intent, Viviana attempted to perhaps unwisely brace herself as Carmen simply used the momentum of her own. Shooting towards the taller Italian figure as if she was a accelerating train, it was only as Viviana's more experienced foe threw that huge cross did the Italian switch to a response perhaps a shade wiser.

Stepping with that strike as it came in, somewhat mimicking Carmen's own response to her kick although with zero intent to roll back at her, Viviana would find her frame jumping with the explosion as it were to lessen the damage. And whilst she did lessen it, she certainly didn't outright avoid it. The loud smack upon toned flesh accounted for that.

"Phew-ee..." Dropping her guard for but the briefest of moments as she shook the tension off with a sidestep into open space, Viviana could only imagine the agony of that strike had she indeed stood to block it. Or even taken it outright.