His Sister's Keeper

And just like that, it was on.

Army knew he’d catch some hell for this. The last thing Carmen wanted was for him to get entangled in her business and whatever Diana was to her - rival, fuckbuddy, maybe even a legit girlfriend - she wouldn’t appreciate the two of them going at it. Dinner at the Rodriguez apartment would be awkward as hell for the next few weeks. Assuming Carmen even cooked for him at all.

But screw it. This was wrestling, and this was how you settled things.

Though, his smile did falter a bit when Diana started taking off her jacket. [color=Red[“Wait, what, you want to go right now?”[/color] He canted his head to the side. ”I want a real match. When I beat you, I want the whole world seeign it goi down.”

Diana on the other hand, had somewhat partially forgotten about Carmen altogether. Of course her fascination with Carmen was somewhat great, but when you pissed Diana off? She'd forget about the world itself.

But where as Carmen had fought Diana quickly, there-and-then, on three occasions, with only one of them actually with an audience, Army it seemed wanted the thrill of a roaring crowd, and more importantly, some witnesses to the Italian's defeat.

Diana was only pissed off by the fact she was so successfully whiled up, only to have the opportunity to vent her rage if anything delayed. Still, she relented. A fight was never at it's fullest unless both participants were completely up for it after all. And the thought of fighting a non-100% foe made the Italian somewhat sick.

She'd step close to Army, her teeth near fully bared as she simply held her jacket in her left hand, whilst firmly pressing her finger into the man's strong chest. "Your sister can fight without cheerleaders chanting her on. I can fucking guess which sibling has all the balls." The Italian would roar, albeit through bared teeth, before turning and somewhat stomping towards the exit.

She may have not verbally said yes to the challenge of a in-ring and in-arena match up, but in Diana's world, she most certainly didn't just say no.

And much like Carmen, Diana suspected that she didn't need to hand out details for this Rodriguez to get in-contact with the Italian and get the actual brawl made official...