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

[BlackAkuma]

This was why Army always kind of liked wrestling Amy, even though she could be a pain in the ass sometimes…most times…pretty much all the time. Yeah, she was a lot to deal with, but when you finally caught her and made her pay, it was so satisfying.

Army stepped back and watched the impact - nasty one - as she came down with a deafening splat on the canvas, looking absolutely wrecked after the impact. As fun as it would’ve been to watch her squirm, he had better ideas in mind.

”Going somewhere, princess?” Army slapped hands with Felina, tagging her in, then moved over and seized Amy by the legs. ”Your flight’s this way.”

He pulled her back to the center of the ring, flipped her over, then tucked her ankles beneath his shoulder. With his feet planted, he went into a spin, whirling and whirling and whirling, swinging Amy about the ring and picking up speed with every rotation, as the crowd began to count them off.

All while Felina ascended the ropes and perched on the turnbuckle, waiting like a bird of prey, preparing to swoop down at any moment.