Viviana Accera vs Carmen Rodriguez - Sister Act

They’d only been fighting for scant seconds, but Carmen was already starting to form a decent opinion of Vivian as a fighter, getting a taste from her style.

Her sister was good, but Diana was never the best striker around. Here, it was different. This Accera not only had the reach, but knew how to use it effectively. Her hit had real menace to it, serious power. This was a woman who was used to fighting in rings that had four ropes, not three, she was sure of it.

Was that a problem? It could be. But she knew how to handle it.

The key, she figured, was pouring on the pressure, taking advantage of her speed to overwhelm her larger and slower foe. So, as Viviana retreated, Carmen advanced, intent on keeping a gap from forming in between them, not letting this Amazon dictate the space or pace.

She closed in and shot her fists out fast, throwing out a couple of quick jabs from the left, aimed at Viviana’s head, before following up with a low uppercut meant for her breadbasket, looking to see if those abs were as hardened as they appeared at first glance.

Boxing for Viviana was a strength, but not her greatest. She knew her limits, and against this calibre of foe, they would only be highlighted. Her and Diana had never fought past their childhood days, yet the confident taller sibling felt she would still fall short against her elder sister in such a bout. And Carmen was even better.

Backing up, the ropes soon coating her back, Viviana's arms would come up as she tried for what she could to curl up into a ball. Immediately put in something of a horrendous spot, Viviana was given the choice of trying to save her tout abdomen from punishment, or staying to the task of protecting her much more vulnerable good looks. With a great inhale, she'd opt for the latter, leaning heavily against the ropes as those jabs came in. They'd meet her guard, but the follow-ups would not; the sound of knuckles meeting stomach reigning out into the nosebleeds, as a few stray 'Oophs' made their way in from those nearby.

With more likely to follow, Viviana pressed her weight against the ropes behind her; using them as momentum somewhat to shove her frame forward, and lock arms with Carmen. She took no pride in clinching with the Puerto Rican beauty to simply survive, but it was a damn better alternative than being knocked out before the ball had even begun to roll.

The teacher in Carmen took note of Viviana’s form as she drove her back, noting the tightness of it, the skill, the way she absorbed each punch to deflect the maximum amount of impact. Impressive stuff, and somewhere in the back of her head, she was vaguely considering whether or not to ask this woman if she wouldn’t mind a side job at her gym.

An interesting thought. One she could explore after she was finished putting another Accera on the floor.

So far, things were going well enough. She had her up against the ropes, was doing a good job of applying pressure, and she could even see a quick opening below, one that she was all too happy to seize.

Before she had the chance, though, Vivianna closed in and pulled her in tight, sealing her off with a tight clench. If this were a boxing match, the referee would’ve moved in to separate them right away, breaking the hold. In wrestling though, this was okay until Carmen could reach the ropes, which she was currently having trouble doing.

With her hold in place, and next to no intention of letting Carmen off easy, Viviana braced and spread her legs, trying to turn her frame as immovable as possible. Her figure straining, the simple fact that neither women were dominantly power-lifters or otherwise did not make the test of strength style clench as it were any less intense. A lifetime of fitness behind either individual simply meant that each and every exchanged between them would be met with the power and ferocity of someone perhaps countless times bulkier.

Baring her teeth from the strain, confident but far from cocky when it came to her strength, Viviana sought to break the hold before Carmen gained the ropes she apparently sought so desperately. Where as Diana would have held the clench for as long as could be, seeking a dominant mini-victory as it were in the strength department, Viviana took no shame in abandoning the hold for a better one. Diana liked to win every battle. Viviana simply wanted the war.

Loosening her arms suddenly in an effort to force Carmen to fall towards her from her strength now being exerted against a figure no-longer in place, Viviana tilted her shoulders in an effort to scoop the powerful figure upon them, as she fell to her knees outright. Aiming to bring Carmen over the other side as quickly as she had gained her, Viviana's bicep would look to practically catch her sisters ex-lover in a headlock the moment Carmen landed on that toned posterior.

Try as Carmen might, she couldn’t avoid the resurfacing memories that this clench was unearth. Viviana had her sister’s look, her eyes, she swore the woman even smelled like her sister, and it reminded her of all the times they’d tussled...both for sport and for play. More and more, she found herself missing the late night sessions with Diana, the rough and rowdy lovemaking, sweat-soaked sheets. She’d tried to recapture the magic with other women, but few could even come close. None could match it.

Her distraction wasn’t the reason she fell for Viviana’s ruse, but it definitely didn’t help. The next thing she knew, the woman was using her momentum and force against her, working her like an expert matador against a raging bull. She found her falling flat on her butt, an embarrassing position that she only had to endure for a moment, before Viviana’s arm caught her in a tight headlock.

Carmen went into a struggle right away, pushing up to her feet, defiant in the hold. She needed to establish a foothold. The last thing she wanted to do was let a woman with a size advantage over her control her on the floor.

Viviana cared not for how she brought about the lift and throw of the figure now nestled in her thick bicep, so long as she did so. Pressing a little of her upper body to the back of the short haired beauty, simply to pressure her, Viviana was forced to rise with Carmen with both feet coming wide; it was either she matched her foes posture, or risked trying to grapple a woman that was simply higher than she was.

With both mighty titans on their feet now, Viviana did not rush to change holds. Grinding away at the chin and neck of her foe, seeing no deed in the fact she was pressing the back of Carmen's head against her thick bust, Viviana attempted to exert a little more force with her top half. She knew a break to the hold would come eventually, but if she had managed to bend Carmen over forward if just by a few inches or so, she could exert a little more control.

How long it would last was anyone's guess.

The key was not to panic. That was something Carmen had come to learn well since she became a wrestler. When she started out, submission holds, even simple ones, were her constant bane, and she found herself struggling in them on a constant basis, never knowing quite what to do once one had been locked on. There was nothing in boxing quite like it, so the transition required a new way of thinking.

But now, she was more accustomed. Now she was ready. Now she knew that pretty much all of these moves had some way out if you looked hard enough. It was just a matter of waiting, patiently, for the right moment.

Carmen saw hers coming soon enough, as she managed to rise to her feet with Viviana in toe, clinging tight and getting tighter. To the Italian’s credit, she had a damn strong grip, and there was no way she could power her way out of it. But she was fairly certain there were other ways, and she was about to give one of them a try.

Carmen rose to full height, reared back, then threw herself forward in one strong, convulsive motion, pulling on Vivian’s arm at the same time. The idea was to send her foe flipping forward, using a judo throw to dislodge her and drop her flat on her back. A good idea, in theory - she’d never done it in practice. No time like the present to try, though.

With those titan like figures engrossed so, it would be now from which Viviana could see why Diana was interested in Carmen, atleast, beyond the sexual sense, given Viviana herself had only eyes for men. Every-time she exerted strength, Carmen simply knew when and how to push back. Every bit of leverage she tried for, Carmen simply equalled them out. Even though the bout had barely gotten underway, Viviana could safely say that even had the two been riddled with flu or otherwise, an absolute slobber-knocker would have been on the cards.

What she didn't expect however, from a figure whose matches she had somewhat intensely studied, was a moment of outright judo. Carmen was a striker through nigh all her encounters, and what holds and grapples she used relied on putting those firm legs or powerful mitts to good use. But a judo flip? Something about Carmen's frame didn't scream there'd be danger of such occurring when going up against her.

And yet, here Viviana was - halfway through the air, with her head and shoulders leading the charge!

Barely containing a high yelp, the taller Italian hit the ground with primarily her shoulder blades and lower spine taking the brunt. She didn't expect the throw, but it didn't present Viviana's natural instinct kicking into gear, with her head and shoulders tucked as to avoid damage. Although, no instinct came into play now, when the fierce figure was flat on her back, spine tingling somewhat furiously.

Carmen did the judo throw, though it wasn’t without a single hitch. It probably wouldn’t have passed muster in a beginner’s class, showing the bare minimum needed to get the job done. Her footing was off, relied too much on her brute strength to get the job done, and she came perilously close to stumbling midway through and making the botch reel for the night.

But it worked. This was one of the rare cases where almost counted for a lot. She’d been trying to get Viviana on her back, that happened. Mission complete, and she was perfectly poised to reap the fruits of her labor.

Now that it was out of the way, she had a moment of vulnerability to work with. Normally, she would’ve been apt to get her opponent back up, figuring her best chances for success were on her feet, taking advantage of her boxing acumen to batter opponents from corner to corner.

This one was a little different. She could see that Viviana was capable when it came to strikes, but how did she fair when things went to the ground? Intent of figuring that out, Carmen leaped straight into the air, tucking her legs in, and came down on her shoulder with a knee drop, looking to keep her pinned to the canvas for a little while.

You didn't need more than a minute of fighting experience to know the serious threat Viviana's grounded posture posed towards her case of actually winning this encounter.

A stomp, a splash, a kick. Any, all and more from Carmen would have been practically amplified, given the former champion had gravity on her side. Even the act of rising, whether it to try and surprise Carmen with a quick and apt kip-up, or to simply roll back in efforts of creating space for a more standard rise, posed threats of their own. Essentially any moment she was not using her mitts was a moment she was essentially inviting Carmen to have at her.

But what would occur when Carmen threw that assault regardless of the fact Viviana's guard was up, if anything as strong as it was when on her feet? For one, Carmen's posture, or more namely, the fact her skinhead foe had positioned herself towards the top half of Viviana, gave away her intent. And given her foe had already left the ground in efforts of adding even more momentum to that strike, her goal was now as evident as could be.

Raising her guard, Viviana knew there was simply no way she could avoid damage from such a drop, not without outright avoiding the assault altogether. There was simply too much coming down on her; all of that muscular, tightly packed frame coming together specifically on one point upon Viviana's frame. Her raised arms would be forced into her own frame, playing the part of buffer between that solid knee and her shoulder, the force of which still made Viviana let loose that lowly grunt.

With her foe left somewhat kneeling on her arms, and her frame in something of a inadvertent pinning position given her shoulders were most certainly going no-where, the Italian sought to break said pin attempt before it had even begun, pain and discomfort be damned. Raising her right leg, she'd attempt to put what flexibility she had into play, by ramming her own knee into the base of Carmen's spine.

Would it hurt? Not likely, given how far that leg had to bend to even reach.

Would it shove her off? Ideally. Albeit, not without likely forcing that fine frame to slip directly over Viviana's own good looks for a second or less..