The Wrights vs. The Rodriguezes - Family Tensions

”Fucking.” Carmen put her fists to the mat and started to push her way up, glaring at Jessica as she rose. ”Bitch.”

Isolating James wasn’t the good strategy, and it could’ve worked, in theory, if Jessica hadn’t thrown a wrench into everything. It was Carmen’s fault, she decided. Didn’t anticipate how tenacious the woman would be, didn’t think she’d be fast enough to stop the pin.

Oh, well. The damage was done, James would be out for a minute or two. The advantage was still theirs. She just had to seize it.

Up on her feet. Fists ready. Eyes forward.

She planted her feet, then came flying towards Jessica at full speed, launching at her head on. Fists came flying the instant she was in range, starting with a simple, but effective combo: two jabs, aimed at the face, with a heavy right cross that was meant for her chest.

Jessica saw Carmen begin to pitch forward, and breathed. She had seen the terrible things that Carmen could do, and now she was going to witness it in a very personal way. Her muscles were tense. She was ready to respond to Carmen, in whichever way struck her fancy at the time. Jessica tracked her opponent's every move, and did what she could to deal with this terrible and immediate threat.

The Violent Violet had her arms up, and was ready to defend the jabs. She felt two impact her arms, and figured that was the all that was coming for her. Her arms went wide like the Red Sea, and Jessica was ready to bring down the fire of the gods onto Carmen. Tragedy struck when a power hooks slammed into that large chest of hers. The Violent Violet was cursing herself for opening up to early, for having the hubris to try and get one back before it was her time.

But that was not nearly as much as she was cursing Carmen. The Violent Violet staggered away, clutching the breast that was just tagged pretty hard. Boob shots were by no means off limits according to Jessica Wright, but that was not to say that it hurt any less.

Jessica was ready for Carmen. At least, she seemed that way at the outset. Carmen could read her as she neared, see the tightening all over her body, the raw anticipation. She’d been itching to lock horns from the moment the bell rang, and now that it was finally happening, she knew a storm was coming her way. It was going to be her duty not to disappoint, then.

To Jessica’s credit, while she didn’t seem like a natural boxer, she took the jabs better than most would’ve, letting them both slap against her well-made guard. The problem came, though, when she tried to lower her guard and retaliate. Too early. Way too early.

Carmen’s followup sank deep and sent her staggering back, creating a gap that Carmen was quick to close. She went low this time, dropping as Jessica nursed her breasts, and threw out two hooks, left and right, aiming for ribs on both sides as she tried to press her advantage and work this behemoth of a woman back.

Army clapped from the sidelines as his sister went to work, knowing firsthand how dangerous she could be when she had momentum. ”There you go!” He pumped his fist their way “Keep at her!”

Jessica was on the ropes now, both literally and metaphorically. Carmen wisely decided to push her advantage, and now Jessica was going to have some fresh new bruises on her ribs tomorrow to testify to how strong Carmen was. The Violent Violet winced with pain and retreated back, trying to tuck in to defend herself from Carmen's assault.

It quickly dawned on her how dangerous this situation was. Jessica could throw a punch, but she was more of a brawler than she was a boxer. If it came to this specific brand of pugilism, she knew that she was going to lose the match 9 times out of 10, with the exception being a lucky punch here or there. The pain in her ribs and in her breasts was now absolutely screaming at her, and she knew that a few blows to the head like that would have almost certainly yielded a KO. Jessica did not want to be playing Carmen's game, not one bit.

So she moved forward. The acute stinging sensation in her chest had to be ignored. Jessica tried to wrap her big arms around Carmen, to make the torrent of punches subside. She would try to trap those powerful arms of Carmen to her sides, but she very much doubted that Carmen would just let her take away that advantage.

Which was fine. Jessica did not want to keep Carmen wrapped up forever. With some fancy and quick footwork, Jessica tried to get into position to judo throw her to the ground. Maybe that would finally bring an end to all of these damn punches.

It might not have seemed like she would have too much reason to be at the moment, what with the way she was working her bulky foe back, but Carmen was reasonably impressed with Jessica at this point. She had to admire the hardiness, at least, the way she could take shots that would put most women and even most men in the AFW on their knees.  

Anyone who was fairly familiar with her wrestling career would be able to tell her impressions of the woman, just from the way she approached the match. Most often, Carmen tried to use standard wrestling techniques to win her matches, and only sparingly fell back on her striking when she needed a quick edge or when she was pressed.

If she was already going for the heavy strikes to start? It wasn’t because she wanted to, but because she needed to.

But it was working. She was driving her back, working her towards the edge, and it seemed like she could keep that up for a while...right up until Jessica stepped forward and wrapped her up tight.

The sudden close contact took Carmen by surprise, as she suddenly felt her chest pressed up against Jessica’s considerably larger one, held tight against her muscular frame. Not the most comfortable position, but there were ways of this, and she started to rear her head back for one of the more basic ones.

Before she had the chance, though, she was lifted up and hurled to the floor with a deft judo throw, one that had her crashing into the canvas with the Violent Violet on top. Carmen clenched her teeth hard to keep the scream in, but there was no hiding the pain on her face as it scrunched up and turned to a contorted mess.

Jessica's movements came with a sense of quickness, and an even more profound sense of urgency. Back to the ropes with one of the most elite strikers was her version of hell, which was to say the easiest way to lose. Jessica was honestly a bit surprised that her impromptu clinch had worked out. She knew that it was no bed of roses, however, when Carmen reared her head back to go for one of the most basic yet brutal strikes there was: a headbutt.

A snicker appeared across that pretty face of hers as she went through the move. The look of pain on the Latina's face was satisfactory, but Jessica wanted to see a little bit more of that. She dashed forward, and went airborne. Honestly, she was tired of that grind it out, play smart game. The Violent Violet wanted to go for something big, and something painful, and something that would yield dividends now.

Her strong leg stuck out, and Jessica began plummeting towards the earth in a leg drop. She was aiming for Carmen's chest, but it did not really matter where she hit her. All that mattered was that the move hurt, and hurt a lot.

James, for what it was worth, was watching on with a mixture of excitement and jealousy. It was one of his moves that his sister was moving, something that she surely would have chided him for. But he could not deny how fun it was to watch his large and imposing sister come crashing down like an asteroid.

Jessica was strong.

Carmen kind of figured that out the second she laid eyes on the woman, her body covered with an insane amount of muscle. Despite being close in height, the difference in width was staggering. They’d clearly both put their time in at the gym, but the different results couldn’t have been more striking. Carmen was a panther, sleek and quick, strong, but agile. Jessica was a rhino - not the fastest animal, but faster than you’d think, and nigh unstoppable once it got moving in any particular direction.

Carmen certainly felt like she’d been trampled underfoot, and she could tell by the rapid sound of heavy approaching footsteps that her ordeal was not over.

Jessica came up, then came down, crashing hard on Carmen’s chest with her full weight, hammering her into the canvas. The elder Rodriguez let out a harsh cough at the impact, spasming under the Violent Violet’s weight, the pain coursing through her ribs with every breath. The move hurt, and hurt a lot.

On their side, Army put one foot on the middle rope and leaned in, knowing well how this would have to go. Carmen was going to need to make a break for the corner, whether she wanted to admit it or not, and he had to be ready when that happened.

Jessica let her thick leg lay across Carmen's chest for a hot second. Not because she thought she could get a pin, although that would be nice. No, she wanted to show her opponent that she meant business. That she could do whatever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to. Stepping on Carmen as she rose from the mat, she bent down to try and pick her up. Recognizing that the fight was only going to be drained from her for a little while, Jessica quickly got to work.

She tried to summon Carmen up from the mat with two strong hands on the Latina's shoulders. Jessica sent a kick to her gut, before turning around and trying to secure her arm around Carmen's neck. The Violent Violet was going for a running bulldog, one that would hopefully knock some sense into her opponent.

James noticed that the other guy was all up and excited, and thought that he should be up and excited too. The only problem was, he had no idea what to do. It looked like Jessica had this situation fairly well in hand, and besides, if Jessica could not handle her there was no way in hell that he could handle her. But, he ought to stop resting his chin on his hand, at least.

Jessica kept moving. When she dropped, she made sure that she dropped hard. The move was probably going to hurt her a little bit too, but so be it. It was worth it.

Army wasn’t worried. Why would he be worried?

This was Carmen. Calm, cool, controlled Carmen. Her sister had always been on top of her shit, even when they were little she was always the one who knew how to handle things, who could figure out the complex shit. She would figure out a way to get out of Jessica’s grasp and turn this around.

Even as the purple-haired punk lifted her off the mat.

And kicked her in the gut.

And seized her head.

And ran forward, ramming his sister’s face hard into the mat with a heavy running bulldog.

...no, this was going poorly, had to face that fact. After Carmen hit the mat, Army started to stomp his feet, working on getting the crowd behind her, having them rally with claps. It wasn’t much, but he was hoping it might send a spark of light through her mind, help her clear the fog before Jessica took this thing and ran away with it. ”Carmen, come on!” He gave the turnbuckle a hard slap. ”Get back in this!”

James looked over at where Carmen was lying, then at the turnbuckle, then back at where she was lying. It would be a reach, sure. But James had not had that much action in this match. He was not quite tired yet, and he figured that he was within striking distance. Before saying anything, he started climbing the turnbuckle. Soon, he was at the middle rope, and now he was at the top. The aerial ace stood, half hunched over, one hand forming half of a microphone to amplify the noise he could make. "Jess!" He shouted.

Jessica looked up, mostly enraged that her brother would interrupt her when she was trying to rip Carmen's head off. When she saw him on top of the turnbuckle, the look of contempt which she usually lent her brother was replaced by one that spoke of both surprise and joy. Her usually useless idiot brother figured out how to do something on his own, and Jessica was not even going to have to bail him out of a jam on this one. Hell, if this came off the way that Jessica wanted it to, it would be James, of all people, who would be doing most of the damage.

Before she even rubbed her aching behind, Jessica was up and all but running to the corner. She did not care that her massive chest was bouncing this way and that as she ran. She did not care that the crowd was now firmly on the other team's side. She did not care that James was going to get most of the glory if he pulled this off. All she cared about was winning, which is why she reached out, and went for the tag.

James was perfectly poised. He had already exploded off of the turnbuckle by the time that Jessica had got to him, and he was halfway through his flip when he smacked her outstretched hand. The aerial ace completed his flip and then went for a full body splash, aimed right at Carmen!