Madame Viola vs. Sista A - Fortune Favors the Bold

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions:Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.


Sista A was long past the days where she liked to dance to get the crowd pumped, but she was still in the habit of shaking it down the ramp during her entrance. Yeah, all the guys and gals who paid top dollar to see hot woman in the AFW got a big charge out of it, but that was just an unwanted side effect. These days, she danced for herself. Because it made her feel good, and screw the rest of the world. It was her way of being, well, her. She’d always loved singing, dancing, and wrestling, so anything that let her combine all of that was big money in her book.

But tonight, there was none of that as she came down to the ring. There was her theme music, yes, playing when she came out, but it might as well have been a polka for all the attention she paid to it. As her own voice blared out of over the loudspeakers and the crowd started to jeer her way, she just stormed to the ring, arms folded, glaring at anything and everything that caught her eye. She simply made her way over to her corner, leaned up against it, and waited for the music to fade.

Needless to say, she wasn’t in the best of moods. There was a good reason for this.

Her match today was against some new girl, barely had any presence in the AFW. That itself wasn’t too much of big deal. Sista A didn’t know anything about ‘Madame Viola’ beyond her silly name. No, what stuck in her craw was how she was the one who had to go against some no-name newbie. They could’ve put any of the dozens and dozens of low card loser against her and get a decent match, but they choose to put a veteran on rookie duty? She was in Rumble Roses, one of the pioneering women wrestling leagues in Japan. Without her and the other Roses, the AFW probably wouldn’t exist.

And this was how they treated her? She should’ve been in the title picture, at least fighting for the Entropy. This was the kind of bullshit that had pushed her to Anesthesia in the first place, and it was still going on, just like usual.

It all combined to put her in a foul mood, even worse than usual, and Madame Viola was about to feel the wrath of it. Sucked to be her. For her sake, Sista A hoped she was one of those masochistic bitches who got off on having their faces bashed in, because that was all that was happening.

The arena dimmed and Viola's music chimed in as soon as Sista A had finished her entrance. Fog began to float in as the music continued and the lights dimmed until they went out completely but only for a moment as suddenly a spotlight lit up entrance. The mystic wrestler stood there a purple orb appearing to float in between her hands. She circled her hands around as if scrying something in the orb clasping her hands onto the glassware and tossing it up where it never came back down, lost in the dark.

The whole routine was a relic she decided to carry over from her Cutlass days. It honestly felt good to perform that again in front of a crowd, like she was back in action. Hopefully her match today would go just as well and there was reason to believe that would be the case.

As Viola made her way down towards the ring, the lights began slowly turn back on and the rest of the arena was becoming visible. Sista A was there in the ring and had the mystic's attention as she walked down. There wasn't anything complicated about her opponent or so she believed judging from what she studied on film. A straight buster who just looked to slug it out, really. Simple tactics sometimes required the simplest responses. Fight conservatively and let Sista do all the work to tire herself out and create openings. That was the bet even without seeing her mood and judging by that stance and resting expression, her opponent was bothered, even furious, meaning this match should go smoothly.

Climbing into the ring, Viola made no attempt to rally the crowd or do anything special other than to not take her eyes off of her opponent and walk over to her corner. She extended a hand towards Sista and spoke, "The cards of The Lovers, Chariot, and Strength lay before you cursed. Your fortune points to failure and you will only feel emptier inside."

She recalled her hand and placed it on her chest, closing her eyes briefly. "There will be no relief for you here until the bell rings a second time."

Her lines needed more work. Maybe she should consider speaking in iambic pentameter to add that sense of mystery but that would be difficult to keep up on the spur of the moment. Something to try next time.

Regardless, she'd wait patiently for the bell to ring and Sista to try and make her move since that was obviously coming with an impatient temperament.

Oh, god damn it, not another one of these.

Sista A rolled her eyes as Viola appeared at the entrance, shining bright in the dim lights. Doing some fancy stuff with a crystal ball, looking all mystical and spooky. The fancy music, the light show, the exaggerated gestures - she was surprised there wasn’t any fog going on, could’ve really tied it all together.

She’d seen this crap before. She was reminded of Benikage and her bullshit. All the smoke and mirrors and the silly sayings and the magic. Sista A never had the patience for that kind of crap, and she had even less of it coming from some no-name newbie.

She snarled as Viola spoke, sounding all artsy for no goddamn reason. Cocky little bitch - did she really think she’d steamroller over her? A vet? Please.

”Yeah, okay bitch, we’ll see.” She took a step back and raised her fists, getting nice and ready, bouncing on her heels. Like a loaded spring, ready to extend...and that was what happened the moment the bell rang.

Sista A took off like a bullet, leading into with a heavy right cross as she stepped towards Viola. One punch. She was going to knock this bitch flat in one punch, show the world who was the real deal, here.