Saying All the Wright Things

Jessica didn't like Tokyo very much. All the attention she got at first had lost its luster. At first, she was a tall American badass who could lift all those scrawny Japanese dudes with one hand and ruled the ring. Now, she was just a gawky purple-haired weirdo who lost at Summer Splash. Some of those who got out of the way did so because they were afraid of her, but some did so because they were a bit ashamed to be seen near her. Still others pointed and laughed. The Violent Violet threatened to break a few fingers in broken Japanese, and that seemed to shut them up. But Jessica knew that the second she turned her back, they would start mocking her again.

So Jessica decided to leave for a while. The Violent Violet did not particularly feel like going back to the states. She felt as if she left all that mediocrity behind. Unfortunately, some of that mediocrity came to Japan. James came to visit the second he got off the plane, and they caught up with each other over a bottle of bourbon. The aerial ace was always mellow, as opposed to Jessica's constant storm. If it weren't for the fact they looked so alike, Jessica would have doubted that they were even siblings at all. In no small part because Jessica considered herself far superior to her brother in most, if not all, facets of life.

And now she was dealing with his shit. The Violent Violet had never fought in Tension, nor did she have any plans to. While palling around the indies, she had fought her fair share of boys, and never really developed a taste for it. Most of her opponents were more concerned with groping her than fighting her, and Jessica made all of them pay. The exact same way James paid when he went against Madonna.

"You fucking suck, you know that, right?" Jessica hissed at her brother.

"Fuck you. I did what I could." James shrugged. For what it was worth, he was fairly happy to see his sister and share her success a little bit. No one in the Wright family was lovey dovey with one another, but James and Jessica were at least cordial. They both knew that the other wanted a bottle of something alcoholic for Christmas, at any rate. While Jessica's career had been stellar for the most part, James had been down in the dumps. The staff chucked him a few dark matches here and there, but James had yet to make a big splash on the AFW scene. Unless of course, one counts...

"You got stripped, and then knocked the fuck out, like a goddamn slut." Jessica pounded her fist on the table. They were sitting in one of the vacant dressing rooms. She was wearing jeans and a red Iowa State t-shirt, and his attire was fairly similar, save for the fact that he was a little more stylish both in his choice of jeans and in his black button up long sleeve shirt.

"Jessica, people have seen your tits. Remember Sig?" James prodded.

Jessica gestured as she spoke. "Of course I remember Sig. I beat her, took her home, and fucked her. The same shit is going to happen to you unless you are careful. See, it is already fucking starting." The Violent Violet gestured to a note on the table.

Its content was simple:

To the Wrights. Watch your back. You fucking bumpkins are fond of your tornadoes, because it amuses your simpleton brains. More than a tornado is coming for you. Humiliation and pain shall be heaped upon you, an we will be rid of your stupid clan once and for all.

No return address, for whatever reason. For a long time, Jessica felt like she had to pick up the slack in the family. Now, she was going to have to pull more than ever, it seemed. "And I am not going to be hanging around here making sure no bitch shoves a strap-on up your ass. Remember that." Jessica was slowly creeping towards her boiling point.

James opened his palms towards Jessica and tried to calm her down. "Look, be cool. It was my first match, and she is good. It isn't going to happen again."

"It better not." Jessica huffed. "Because if it does..."

Chesslara and Ginely wandered down the hallway stopping to argue themselves that they must of made a wrong turn because nothing resembled the friction area they knew was where they performed in the ring. Their first though was to walk to where they hoped the dressing room was and hope to find a reasonable person who could give them directions back to the friction part of the arena. They heard Jessica yelling about something, but it was too muffled for them to understand it which was fine being it did allow them to find the room they were in. Both twins wearing workout gear using their color scheme of their uniforms in the room each with a bag with their gear inside incase they were suddenly called for a match. They would knock on the door, but the noise on the inside would probably drown it out so they will carefully open the door hoping not to startle the occupants ready to retreat if there was trouble brewing. When Jessica and James notice them they would ask" would either of you know the way to the friction gym we sort of got lost heading there."

James didn't quite know how to handle the situation. He didn't know where the Friction gym was, mostly because it was in Tokyo and he spent a vast majority of his time in Kyoto, as that was where Tension found its home. These girls must have been very very lost or very very drunk, and James was more than willing to gently guide these two lovely women into his bed either way. Both were quite cute after all, and quite small, so James was fairly confident he wasn't going to have his head bashed in again. "Say, ladies, I think it is..."

Jessica held her hand up. This wasn't an innocent mistake. Everyone knew that the Friction gym was at least a train ride away. These women opened the door looking for trouble. It was why they were wearing gym clothes too. The Violent Violet always expected a fight in the back of her mind, and it looked like she might have to throw down this evening. She pushed her chair back and stood up. "What makes you ask such a stupid question?" Jessica posed in a way-less-than-welcoming tone.

Ginely gets out a list of directions they were given that was suppose to lead the twins to friction gym and turns it so Jessica and James can hopefully tell they were the victim of a prank too except the note was in the same handwriting as the threatening letter the twins didn't know about. Chesslara Will say while her twin got the note out" we were suppose to meet someone at the gym we never been there yet mainly because we are pretty new to franchise." Both twins would introduce themselves hoping to calm Jessica down so she could see reason and understand this was just a major misunderstanding.

James would have accepted that explanation. Because he was so cool, he could view a situation logically, and make the best decision from his analysis. The aerial ace was a sweet kid who never really felt he had too much to prove, other than how much he could drink. Had he been the one standing there, he would have just pointed out that someone was playing a prank on the two girls.

Jessica, however, was not having it. She was still in a bad mood from fucking up at Summer Splash, and these two women just happened to wander into her crosshairs. Hardened women went up against her and failed spectacularly, and she marked these two women as complete sissies. Sissies who had to hide behind written threats to get under people's skins, as opposed to getting into a proper brawl. She grabbed the paper and tore it to shreds. "Bitch, I don't give a fuck what paper you have." The Violent Violet balled her hand into a fist and shook it at the two women. "If you admit to it now, you get to leave her under your own power."

James got up from his chair. "Maybe they didn't do it, Jess..."

When Jessica orders them to admit to writing the threating note both girls would look at each other then back at Jessica with a completely lost look proving even further to James they didn't write it, but probably only fires up Jessica even more. Both girls would steel themselves not intimidated by Jessica but just completely lost to what she was referring to hoping possibly for James to give them a hint to what his sister was referring to. Both sisters were seeing a fight possibly going to break out between the pairs of siblings except they hoped that it would be in the ring and not in the back rooms which they had no experience in it.

"You're not denying it...." Jessica's eyes narrowed. Maybe they didn't actually do it. Maybe they were just two lost girls, and Jessica could just send them on their way without much of a hassle. But there was something wrong with Jessica. On one level, it was deep down inside, and more or less a fundamental character flaw. But that character flaw usually came to the surface after a traumatic event.

Such as a loss. "Fuck you." Jessica hurled a punch at the closer of the two women. It was go time. If these women didn't want a fight, well, they were fresh out of luck.

"Goddamnit." James ran towards Jessica to either protect her, or try to break up the fight. He hadn't made up his mind at this point.

Neither sister was closer to Jessica than the other when she went to throw her punch in her rage from her previous lose in a ppv event. James would attempt to get between the women only to possibly feel one of the two sisters drop kicking him instead of both sisters attempt to nail Jessica to knock her backwards to attempt to keep her back.

Two of them. One of her. That was an advantage if she had ever seen one. The problem was Jessica was too blinded by her misplaced rage to be aware of that pernicious fact. For her troubles, she was slammed pretty hard and sent backwards onto the floor of the dressing room. It was the first lick of the night, so there was no way in hell it was going to keep her down, not by a long shot.

Unless James had anything to say about it. "Come on, Jessica. Let it go." He tried to hold Jessica back, but Jessica was stronger. Even if she weren't more powerful, her rage alone was enough to get through a brick wall. The Violent Violet aimed another punch towards the sisters.

Even though the twins had the number advantage they weren't going to underestimate Jessica only play defensive to attempt dodge so Jessica punches lockers or a wall instead of the girls. If it works they will both say almost in perfect synch" if you want to fight us lets settle it in the ring even though we aren't guilty of what you are accusing us of doing which we still don't know what we did."