The Wrights vs. The Rodriguezes - Family Tensions

Carmen wasn’t done with James. Not quite yet.

While had succeeded in getting him out of the ring, that didn't mean he would cease to be a problem. He’d interfered once, he would do it again and again and again, as long as he was bodily able. Which meant that, in order to win, she had to keep the guy busy. Not too much of a problem

While he was recovering outside of the ring, Carmen slid under the rope and came down on the mats outside, standing just below him. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him off hard to dump him on the ground, putting even more space between him and his sister.

A good thing, because the situation in the ring was reaching a peak. Army was getting Jessica up, looking to wear her down enough for the finishing touch, but she was proving to be stubborn all the way. Before he could get anything going, she shoved him away hard, made him stumble back. Obviously trying to buy time. Good strategy. Wouldn’t work.

Army reached out with open arms, looking to give Jessica a taste of her medicine as he pulled her in for a bearhug. Normally not the best move, but she was weakened, hurting, and he wanted to see if he could crush all the life out of her. Maybe even ring a submission from her, though he wasn’t too optimistic on that one. She was a pretty stubborn woman, after all.

James was happy there, looking up at the lights. He was breathing, he wasn't being harassed by anyone, and he could just chill. That is all he really wanted, especially right now. Only, that wasn't to be. He had only the faintest inclination why Carmen considered him the greater threat, but there was little that he could do about it now. James was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. Before, he had been a little bit peeved about having his rest despoiled. Now he was a little bit miffed. The time to rest was over. He needed to get back into this fight, not because his sister needed him, but for his own satisfaction. No one could kick him across the ring, throw him off the mat, and then plan to do something else without him doing something.

Jessica, for her own sake, needed to do something as well. She was not sure what yet, and with Army bearing down on her, she recognized that the clock was ticking fast. A punch or a kick here would have been devastating. Jessica was not prepared, mentally or physically, to block or even deal with anything that would have come her way. When she saw Army's arms go wide, she breathed an internal sigh of relief.

But still, she knew she had to prepare for it. She brought one of her arms up, but other than that, did nothing to defend herself. The Violent Violet felt the first squeeze, and felt as if she could barely breathe. The earlier blows to her mid-section were not going her any favors now. Her face scrunched up with pain, and she was wheezing now, trying to get all of the oxygen that she could.

It was not as if she needed it to thrash. No, she was going for something that was a little bit quicker, but considerably more precise. Jessica went for an eye rake with the hand that she brought up. The Violent Violet was more than living up to her nickname, she thought.

Damn, Jessica was well-built. He knew that from looking at her, sure, but it was something that you could only truly appreciate when you were up close, holding her, squeezing her, feeling the lack of give in her body. Those muscles were like fleshy steel, churning between his arms, and the more he tried to crush them, the more resilient they seemed to become.

But he knew that wouldn’t last. Everyone had a breaking point. So he kept on crushing, hoping to reach it, looking to put her out, until-

He wasn’t sure what happened, not at first. Her hand passed in front of his eyes, and then there was pain, a lot of pain, blinding him. An eye rake? Looked like it. She was looking for some breathing room, and she was going to get it, as Army had to take a moment to stagger away and rub his face, letting her go in the process.

James, on the other hand, was having a different sort of problem to deal with. Carmen was on him, looking to keep up the job of separating them, isolating Jessica so her brother could hammer her without harassment.

She reached down to grab James by the head, roughly hauling him to his feet, only to grab him by the wrist, spin about, and try to hurl him into the timekeeper’s area with an Irish Whip, sending the ring announcer running for cover.

Army was a problem. Jessica knew that. But Carmen was a bigger problem, especially now that her idiot brother was all alone with him. The eye rake had bought her some time, but she needed even more moments. The double team she had dealt with earlier was still slowing her, and she didn't see the need to deny that. Half wheezing, Jessica staggered away and tried to appraise the situation as best she could. The dirty move earned her a few seconds, and not anything more than that. That was fine. Sometimes, that was all Jessica needed.

The Violent Violet turned, and sent a weak kick towards Army. The move was not intended to seriously hurt him, although she would not mind if that were the case. No, Jessica wanted to halt him, to give him pause so she could do what she really wanted to do. The pain in her stomach forced the blow to come out with a whimper rather than a bang, but Jessica found that it more than sufficed.

Completing the turn, Jessica bounded over the top rope. It was too late to save her brother. The idiot was sent packing, and it did not look like he could stop himself before he ran into table. That was not ideal, but some sacrfices must be made, she reckoned. And she was especially glad that it was not her.

Taking her opportunity, Jessica flew off the curtains. She took a step forward before taking to the air. The Violent Violet did not try to do any flips or anything, opting for a simple body press. It did not look like Carmen was paying attention to her, or paying her the heed that she deserved. So much the worse for her.

”A fucking eye-rake, seriously?” Army staggered back, desperately rubbing his eyes to get them clear. ”Fucking cheap ass bullshit-”

Army had quite a few more four and five letter words to throw at Jessica, but it didn’t like she was all that interested in hearing them. Before he could think of getting in and bringing the fight back to her, Jessica lashed out with a quick kick. Not much, mind you, not much at all, but it knocked the wind out of him, made him stagger back, and left him open for…

...nothing? When he opened his eyes, he didn’t see her anywhere, didn’t have to worry about what her next attack was. It seemed like she’d switched her focuses, a fact that Carmen was now learning in a painful way.

She’d just gotten through disposing of James, when she heard the crowd start to rise, as if they were anticipating something. She turned around and got an immediate answer to her question, as she looked up in time to see Jessica flying through the air...but not nearly soon enough to do anything about it.

Jessica was, by no means, a fat woman, but she had far more musciel than most, a fact that made her body like iron. So, when she flew into Carmen, there was no real debate about what would happen - she was flattened under the bigger woman’s weight, mercilessly hammered into the ground, left squirming beneath her as she struggled to refill her lungs. ”Get...off…”

James collided with the announcers' table. It was not a pleasant collision, and he was sure that Carmen would not have it any other way. The aerial ace turned and collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard. His stomach was exploding with pain, and the sweat on his face made his pained visage all but glow. Through squinted eyes, he saw something incredible happen. He made sure to blink a few times to make sure that what he was seeing was in fact, real. After a few seconds, it turned out to be very much true. James tried to get up and celebrate, but the pain in his abdomen stopped a lot of movement. His attempt to get up and get back into the fight were halted.

Jessica, for what it was worth, was not going to stop. All of her slammed into all of Carmen, and Carmen was a lot worse off for it. Despite Carmen's wishes, Jessica chose to remain on top of the Latina. From there, she could launch a wide variety of attacks, which is precisely what she got into.

Blows rained in from left and right as Jessica began punching her opponent. It didn't matter that she could hardly get any power at such close quarters, nor did it matter that she was not really aiming for anything. The referee, shouting and gesticulating wildly, mattered least of all. Jessica was summoning all of her force forward to pound the shit out of this woman.

James looked up. He pulled on the wire of one of the microphones above, and the awful sound that emanated around the arena was soon cut short when James unplugged the thing. Cautiously, he eyed Army, wondering what the other member of the duo was going to do next.

Army was about to do something very stupid.

It was one of those ideas that occurred to a man in the heat of things, when the brain was running at a mile a minute. That was the sort of hype that rarely produced a good idea, but it could make for interesting ones, and this thought certainly qualified for the latter. He saw Jessica on top of Carmen, hammering away on her, he saw James nearby trying to recover, and his mind centered on the quickest way to both save her and hurt the purple people destroyer.

Most people would’ve just thrown the idea he had away and told their brain to come back with something more sensible. Not Army.

He followed through on his thought and dashed towards the corner, quickly scaling the turnbuckle. The crowd began to cheer with anticipation as they realized what he was about to do, egging him on as he made his way to the top pad, stood up, and vaulted out into open space.

200 plus pounds of flying Rodriguez, soaring through the air, heading straight for Jessica.

It was not going to be pretty for anyone.

Above her, the sky darkened. Jessica thought it was incredibly curious. Were they turning off the lights so that they would stop fighting outside the ring? Was the crew doing its best to restore the semblance of order? Jessica paused for a second, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

James, on the other hand, saw it coming from a mile away. When he saw Army climbing the turnbuckle, he knew what was coming next. The aerial ace tried to rise to the challenge. First, because if anyone was going to come flying off the ropes, it was going to be him. Second, because Jessica was more or less his meal ticket, as much as he hated to admit that. Slowly, achingly, the purple haired bomber rose from the uncompromising concrete floor. When he was halfway up, he realized that there was no way that he could make it in time. All he could do was watch.

And it was quite the sight to see. Army pancaked Jessica, and the Violent Violet let out a loud "Oof!" Had the pain not influenced her actions, the surprise certainly would have. Jessica did not know what was going on other than that there was now someone on top of her, and her entire body was lighting up with pain. The punches stopped. All Jessica could do was groan.

No, that was definitely not the best idea that Army ever had. Unfortunately, he only realized that as he went leaping through the air. High-flying was never his speciality. In fact, this probably marked the longest stretch of time that his feet had ever left the mat in his entire career. Not the kind of benchmark he really wanted to set, if he was being honest.

But he didn’t have wings. Turning about in mid-air was impossible. He came down, he crashed, and then his entire world exploded.

Needless to say, Jessica’s muscular, She-Hulk of a body didn’t make for a good landing pad. He crashed on her, she crashed on Carmen, and the resulting impact destroyed the table that they were on, leaving them all splayed out amongst the wreckage.

The referee just shook her head as she looked over the ropes. With the two legal wrestlers on the outside, there was only one thing she could do, really.

”1!” She threw her hands up and started the countdown.

James was all the way up now. The microphone that he had unhooked was still in his hand, and he looked down on it. Initially, he had planned to nail Army with it, but now he had a situation. See, the ref girl finally decided that it was time to force some semblance of order on this thing, and James was not about to have that. He turned to the side as if he were a pitcher for the Cubs, and sent the microphone hurtling forward at the referee's head. She was focusing on the three body pile up. There was no way that she was going to see it coming.

While the unplugged microphone was soaring through the air, Jessica was moving. She literally had no choice. The Violent Violet recognized the predicament she was in. The count was only going to go so far, and Jessica was being sandwiched by two people who were very strong and very pissed off at her. Fighting the pain, Jessica tried to push and thrash and do whatever she could to get the hell out of that situation. The only problems were that Jessica was in a lot of pain and Army was not a light dude.

James, for what it was worth, was focusing on his throw. The microphone rotated vertically in the air, once, twice, before the hard part of it slammed into the ref girl's head. James had to resist the urge to do a fist pump right then and there, as he watched the ref girl fall to the ground.