Viviana Accera vs Carmen Rodriguez - Sister Act

Carmen wasn’t fat by any definition, but she wasn’t light, either. Unlike most AFW women, she was tall and built, with a weight that backed it up, making her a rarity among her class. There were a fair number of women in the league who could match her vertically, but few had the muscle and weight that she boasted along with.

It gave her strength that let her stand toe-to-toe with most guys, all while her speed outclassed them, and it let her deliver impact with moves that normally wouldn’t have been all that heavy hitting. Yes, the knee drop was a prime example.

Viviana had her guard up, she was able to get ready for it, but there was only so much you could do about that kind of weight coming down on you when you couldn’t move out of the way in time. To her credit, she took it about as well as such a thing could be taken, which wasn’t that well at all - it rocked the ring, looked like it had real pain and damage. It even had a pin attempt built in, which Carmen hadn’t been going for, but was more than happy to take.

The referee started to move in for it, but before she even had the chance to slap the mat, Viviana was kicking out and kicking her to boot, hitting her in the back with a sharp knee. It wasn’t the most painful thing, but it was enough to make her roll forward and got her off Viviana. She rolled forward and popped back to her feet right away, raising her fists up immediately. She didn’t move in right away, but held off for the moment, wanting to see how the Italian progressed.

Phew.

Had the majority of figures of gained such a drop, literally perhaps, on Viviana, the Italian would have not panicked. This fresh into the match, with her wits, strength and wrestling arsenal still at her full disposal?

If anything, the perhaps cocky amazon would have felt bad for her foe, given the moves she felt she could confidently unload despite her preference for the stand-up game.

But against Carmen?

She needed the former champ off. Pronto. There'd simply be no risks here; no attempt to hook her figure around the Puerto Rican for an attempt to switch positions, nor grab a limb in hopes of twisting. All Carmen needed was but one well placed ground-and-pound hook on an open skull, and Viviana's debut would have gone up in flames.

Breathing that large sigh of relief as the toned figure was forcibly kicked from her, Viviana was quick to rock her frame upwards into a sitting position. Looking to find a seat on her knees as quickly as she could, the taller Italian would promptly turn whilst still kneeling, hands raised in an attempt to prepare for an assault.

She didn't have a move of her own planned right now. Right now, her focus was purely on survival.

Viviana was stronger than her sister.

Not by too much, Carmen felt confident in that assessment. But she’d locked horns with Diana enough to get a good understanding her power. Tested herself against it so many times. Felt those muscles, caressed them, touched them, worshipped them…

Clear head. Clear head.

The point was that she knew what the raging Italian could do, enough to know that this raging Italian was strong enough to surpass her in that department, which meant that she could surpass Carmen by proxy. She was one to watch out for, and when Carmen rose to her feet, she was ready for the charge. Instead it seemed like Viviana was just as weary of her, if not more so, bringing up her own guard as she started to rise. But that would only help her so much.

Carmen did a short hop, then launched herself forward at full speed, rapidly closing the gap between them. At the last moment, she leaped up, shot her legs, and attempted to give Viviana a shotgun dropkick to her chest ,attempting to simply power through her guard with the heavy blow.

Viviana couldn't keep playing defence, that much she knew. If she kept presenting a wall to Carmen, eventually, the Puerto Rican would simply find a way around it.

With a big gulp, and minor stretching of her fingers, Viviana forced herself to respond to action with action of her own. She didn't know what to expect from Carmen; from what she'd seen, both in-ring and from past footage, a strike was coming her way. If she put all of her eggs in one basket as it were in terms of fully believing she had figured Carmen out however, again Viviana's frame would find itself with its back to the canvas. She'd have to respond on the fly, and simply pray that she was the faster, or that she atleast had a inkling of how to deal with Carmen as she went on.

So when that huge shotgun kick came towards her, apparently with intent to cave in Viviana's rather buxom top half, the Italian threw her guard down.

Or rather, to the side and low; her arms practically pulling Viviana along as she tried to move her frame out of harms way. If all went to plan, she'd not only be spared a devastating double-legged strike from Carmen, but she'd be presented with an open target, one she'd immediately seek to do harm upon with a sudden uppercut to her opponents airborne midriff.

If she moved too slow, or missed a step however, that shotgun kick may just find a even more superior home past Viviana's now lowered arms...

What happened next was unexpected, to put it mildly. Carmen may have lacked Viviana’s sheer size, but what she didn’t have in bulk, she could make up for in a variety of other ways, not the least of which including using her speed to build momentum. With her foe’s guard up, it seemed like she had a lock on what would be happening next. This was under control. This was maintained.

Then Viviana had to muck things up by moving out of the way.

It was a deft move, quick and clean, as she maneuvered out of the way at the right time, too late for Carmen to do anything but fly through space, helpless. Great reflexes, and just what she should’ve expected from a fellow striker, but it was too late to lament that now. She was flying, wide open, and Viviana would’ve been an idiot to let the opportunity go. Which, it turned out, she was not.

”Guagh!” Carmen cried out as Viviana’s punch crashed into her midsection, aided by both the force and gravity, slicing into her ribs. Her flight plan ruined, she wound up flopping to her side, cradling her aching sides as she reeled from the blow.

Viviana couldn't believe it.

Was it luck? Perhaps a tad too much confidence on Carmen's side? She could hardly be blamed. Viviana may have had a powerful sister, but this was still her first day on the job. Anyone in Carmen's position would have done the same, if not a more risky, carefree manoeuvre.

Still, Viviana didn't complain. Be it skill, luck, divine intervention or perhaps a unseen patch of slippery sweat upon the canvas left from the prior match, she'd manage to out-move Carmen and deliver that strike. Now all she had to do was continue, and push that advantage she had now gained.

Carmen landed on her side as was to be expected from the strike hitting where it did, with Viviana facing said side directly. Unable to resist the urge, she'd push back with both feet, purposefully falling in such a direction.

Her fall not at all a rookie error, but an attempt at adding even more momentum to her pace with the use of those recoiling ropes, Viviana attempted to use Carmen's posture to perfect advantage, by finally unloading those legs she was so proud of.

Ideally, right on the same mark she had already made on her foe if Carmen would be so kind as to roll in such a direction, with a monumental soccer style kick!

Carmen didn’t want to believe it.

Her idea had been a sound enough one, didn’t feel like she was going into a high risk/high reward sort of situation. Viviana had been up and vulnerable, wide open - or so it seemed. It wasn’t here nature to throw so much into a single attack, but the calculus worked out in her head.

Was she that messed up by the whole situation? Was Viviana just better than she was giving her credit for?

Either answer seemed like a strong possibility, but Carmen wasn’t in a good position to properly evaluate. Aching on her side, she tried to roll over and push her way up, looking to rise once more…

...only to have her efforts confounded with a biting kick to her side.

Carmen squawked and went rolling away after Viviana scored a field goal with her ribs, retreating all the way towards the nearest corner. A bad position to be in, and her number one priority was getting back to a vertical base. Reaching up, she grabbed hold of the ropes and started to pull herself up on the turnbuckle, turned towards Viviana while she rose. She might not be able to stop whatever was coming next, but at least she’d know what to make ready for.

There was only one thing more satisfying than dealing such a strike on a figure like Carmen.

The sound of that strike hitting.

Flesh ringing out on flesh, Viviana was the furthest one could be from being a sadist, and yet her gleam was still wide from ear to ear all the same. It was progress after all, and regardless of how brutal that kick arguably was, it was very much within the limits of what was allowed in a normal stipulation.

For her next move however, she opted to be a bit more confident, especially when her foe began to rise with the aid of the corner. Viviana knew the obvious; that letting Carmen catch her breath in the corner as she desired would have somewhat made the effects of that kick of hers somewhat irrelevant. But she also knew something a little less obvious; that after a strike such as that, Ms. Rodriguez own response would have been one filled with modest fury and bucket loads of adrenaline.

After all, what would you do after someone had just kicked you in the ribs?

Her smile fading to a look of pure concentration, Viviana began to pace the moment Carmen's posture in the corner was complete. Jumping at the short haired figure from a surprising distance away, Carmen might have been relieved to have discovered those legs leading the charge from her taller foe were not intended for her. But instead, the middle ropes to her side.

Clutching onto the head of her foe as she forced herself somewhat in the corner with Carmen still there, it would be as Viviana found that grip that she did indeed bring those feet of hers to Carmen's frame. Specifically this time, her hips.

Rolling backwards in a controlled manner, with foot to hips and hands to shoulders, the tall stacked figure had opted to try to send Carmen across the other side of the ring, in a hefty attempt at a monkey flip!

Carmen was really trying her damndest to not look at Vivian like she was her shorter, stubborn sister. That was absolutely the last thing she needed rolling around her in head in a match like this, where the Italian was proving herself to be every bit as dangerous as her older sibling, if not a little moreso in interesting way. She didn’t need to be remembering how succulent Diana’s lips could be, how amazing her hips looked in that bathing suit ring attire she wore, how her voice had this Italian flavor to it that was far sexier than the woman likely realized…

Gah. Stop.

It was hard not to think of Diana when Vivian shared so much of her features, even stalking her in a similar way. There was that Accera focus on her face, that iron visage as she closed in on her prey. Carmen knew she needed to take the fight to her full-figured foe before she could close in, and she started to push out of the corner with that very goal in mind…


Before she had the chance, though, the younger, fresher, taller wrestler came and put an end to it, crashing against her like a wave.

She was all over her in an instant, moving with astonishing speed, and the next thing Carmen knew she was flying and flipping overhead. She came down for a less than graceful landing on the small of her back, and she sat upright with a quick jerk, hissing as the pain ran through her spine. Nasty. So nasty.

Another move pulled off, another nervous exhale.

With her sudden pull and use of noted force sending Carmen further than she could ever have hoped for, Viviana did not need the thud of her Puerto Rican foe against the canvas to signal a moment to advance. For a moment considering a rapid, if rather boastful kip-up to her feet in an effort to show the crowd that the match had turned outright in her favour, if for the moment, Viviana instead opted for a simple roll onto her front. Assuming a posture on all fours in a panther like stance, Viviana kicked off her poised legs with quite a bit of force.

With Carmen spinning through the air and landing on her back, with her top half closest to where Viviana was, the Italian only thought it natural to aim for such.

With that thick right bicep of hers raised as Carmen recoiled, Viviana's foe would find herself victim to a rather snug grounded headlock if all went well, with the taller Italian pressing forward on her knees to really wrench with both her weight and strength.

She had no quirms keeping up the pace of the match. But she had no issue slowing it down either; so long as it was her controlling the tempo.