The Albino Angel in her red crop-top jacket and sunglasses of the same shade poses with the microphone held above her head and her hand pointing at the sky. She brings that pointed finger down, directing it at the Dark Talon, who just stares. Firyali then walks sideways while still pointing. The crowd watches in silence, partly confused, partly curious.
Dominga: What is she doing? Seriously, who is this clown?
A.B.: I really don't know.
Athiambo's eyes narrow as Firyali gets closer and closer.
Firyali (stops and puts some bass in her voice): Habari, dada.
Shamoon: What'd she say?
Dominga: Did she just call her Dadda? What are we watching?
Firyali: Now, Firyali has been watching you. She watched you back in November at the Saturday Night Super Fight, that 5-Woman Scramble to crown the first Jewell's Champion. You didn't win, but you never ate a pin.
Shamoon: Hey, that rhymes!
Firyali: Not one time. Then I saw you catch Lei D lacking. I saw you try to murder Maya Lethbridge. I saw you almost kill Kalavina. And just now, I saw you chop down and drill down Chica Dorada.
Dominga: Does she think she's cool with all these alliterations?
Firyali: And Firyali's here to tell you that I like what I see.
Crowd: Booooo!
A.B.: What?
Firyali: And I want... you!
Shamoon: Huh?
Crowd: Huh?!
Dominga: I don't think this is that kind of "wrestling" show.
Athiambo's narrowed eyes slowly open back up, and then she does something surprising. She leans back, just a little.
Firyali (quickly takes off sunglasses, frantically looking in every direction): No, not like that! (Looks at Athiambo) In a match. I want to face you in a wrestling match.
A.B., Dominga & Shamoon: Oh...
Crowd: Oh...
Firyali (clicks her tongue): Kwa umakini! (puts glasses back on) So, what do you, dada mkubwa?
Shamoon: There's that word again.
Firyali: Let's tear. Down. This. House!... Madhouse.
Firyali then holds the microphone to Athiambo's face.
Dominga: She's out of her mind. Who the hell does she think she is?
Athiambo looks down at the 3-inch-shorter woman and raises her hand as if to reach for the mic. Then she shoves Firyali aside and continues on her way. Firyali is left stunned.
Crowd: Oh!
Dominga: Haha!
A.B.: That's as loud and clear a statement as I've ever heard.
Shamoon: It's probably for the best. She's not ready for-
Firyali: HEY! (quickly runs to block the Dark Talon's path) What the heck?! I just challenged you to a match, and you just shoved me aside. Not cool!
Athiambo looks down at her again, then takes a step, then turns and walks a perfect semi-circle around the Tanzanian.
Dominga: HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Athiambo is about to enter the tunnel when Firyali blocks her again.
Firyali (voice crack): STOP THAT! You know you could have just said no. Actually, you can't, because I already asked Shabani before I came out here, so you don't have a choice!
Dominga: Wow. Could she get any more lame?
Firyali: Next week, Honiara in the Solomon Islands, you and me, one-on-one. Be there...
Dominga: No. Please, no.
Firyali: Or be square!
A.B.: Ugh.
She raises the microphone and drops it before flicking her jacket and backing up into the tunnel. Athiambo watches her leave with dropped eyelids before entering the tunnel herself.
Shamoon: I mean, at least she's trying.
A.B.: Her promo skills definitely need work, but as we saw last week, she can go in that ring.
Shamoon: Yeah, but Athiambo? In her second match? I'm not looking forward to that.
Dominga: I am.
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