The Fashion Icons vs. La Familia Rodríguez - Blood and Water

[BlackAkuma]

Felina was going to punch B-Ry in his stupid face so hard the first chance she got. Repeatedly. Right on the nose.

Mad as she was at him, she supposed she should’ve been a little mad at herself, too - after all, who’s a bigger fool? The fool or the fool who falls for his bullshit? She should’ve known he would pull some stuff like that, but she’d let her guard down, got too complacent and comfortable, and here she was, prime for the taking.

He wasted little time, too, moving in on her before she could even rise and wrapping up her arm with his leg. He pinned her down and stretched her out, but that, frankly, wasn’t the worst part. No, that would be the gloating.

”I’m pretty sure a real man wouldn’t say the word ‘uggo’ out loud in 2026…” She muttered as she tried to push forward as best as she could in the awkward position, hoping to get a foot on the ropes.

[Teenwrestler]

The more the match went on, the more Ami was getting incensed. She had both hands gripping the rope as tightly as she could while her left leg was shaking because she could not keep her self calm and steady in one place. She wanted nothing more than to just jump in and rip these two cousins to shreds if she had her way with it. However, she had to keep herself calm. The Fashion Icons were desperate for their first tag team match and she was not going to let her rage get the better of her-both of herself and Bryan.

It was hard though, when Felina had her man cornered and was choking him with her foot, she turned around and mocked her and Bryan. Ami's left eye began to twitch, she began to bite and chew at the ropes before finally losing it. She was ready to vault up over the ropes and just rush in to attack Felina but the referee quickly spotted her attempts and intercepted. "WHY-YOU-HOW-DARE-YOU-IM-GONNA-RIP-YOU-APART-YOU-BITCH" Ami screamed in anger, forgetting to even breathe in between her words as her arms flailed around while the referee held her back.

Things soon calmed down when Bryan managed to catch Felina off guard with a eye rake and then eventually managed to take her down with a bicycle kick and a submission. Army was none too happy about the cheap shot, but Ami was not going to let him complain without some of her own comments about the whole ordeal. "Oh please! She was just choking him with her foot illegally moments ago! Where were your moral compass then huh?" she barked before cheering her man on.

"That's right babe, get her! Teach her a lesson" she said with a smirk on her face.

[killcarrion]

"And yet here one is, Senorita. One with flawless features, chiseled definition, radiant musculature, and is currently stretching you out while looking absolutely captivating doing it~..." B-RY vaingloriously remarked as he continued his flexed posing atop the struggling Rodriquez sibling to several scattered snapshots within the audience before simultaneously arising upward and releasing the submission in the process. The Model Athlete mayhaps not possessing much in the realm of school smarts, before he was knowledgeable enough when it came to wrestling experience that attempting to exchange strikes with Felina absolutely endangered his precious moneymaker of a visage, therefore opting to heft Felina upward by her locks to a slouched over position. Bryan tucking her cranium betwixt the tanned perfection of his muscled thighs with a clutched waistlock afterwards, attempting a swift sit-out piledriver that's less devastating than the traditional version, but nevertheless has results Bryan wouldn't argue with.

[BlackAkuma]

And now Ami was shrieking across the ring. Great. That was what Felina needed way more of, people screaming in her ear.

She gritted her teeth, groaned, and tried her best to ignore the noise - after all, she had more than enough to piss her off with B-Ry alone, as he continued his self swooning. Frankly, she never understood why some women went for guys like this - sure, he wasn’t too bad on the eyes, but if that was all you wanted, buy a swimsuit calender or get an escort. The man was annoying.

Lucky for her, he had the attention span of a goldfish. He gave up the submission soon, and brought her up to her feet - by grabbing her hair, no less. His head was stuffed between his legs, and while Felina didn’t know exactly what he was about to do, she knew enough to know she wanted to stop it.

Before he lifted her up, she planted her feet, arched her back, and attempted to lift him off the ground, hoping to toss him off her shoulders and drop him flat on his back.