Double A[rmy]A[mi]

[Teenwrestler]

Standard Match

Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Ring-out or K.O.
Rules: Standard Pro Wrestling

So it was finally happening. Ami Takeuchi was set for one on one action against Armando 'Army' Rodriguez. Army may have been a relative new comer to LAW but certainly not one to the world of pro-wrestling, and certainly not to Ami. "Tch, if there's one thing I hate more than someone matching my attire is someone having a similar hair color to mine" Ami muttered while fixing her eyelashes in front of the mirror. When she was done, she would snap her fingers to signal to her make-up artist "Helga, bring me my lip-gloss" she said in a strict tone. "It's Helen...." the woman behind her side but reluctantly did what she was asked to do. "Whatever" Ami responded, quickly snatching it from the woman's hand before applying the lip-gloss over her lips. The bluenette would then proceed to pout in front of the mirror and blow a kiss to herself.

Ami

"*Muah* I'm so gorgeous! It should be a crime looking this good." she said to herself before turning around and waving away at the woman, telling her to "Shoo". Ami would begin to stretch her arms forward while cracking her fingers, smirking devilishly. "Well, on the bright side, it looks like I can finally settle the score with this big, dumb oaf of a man". Ami had a respectable record here in LAW, while she hadn't hit the heights of becoming a champion like she did in AFW, she still had a good record despite not being given too many chances. However, tonight it was all about to change and she was going to show the LAW crowd and management just why she was a champion in her former promotion.

Flicking her hair back with her hand, Ami would proceed towards the gorilla position. After her music cued, the bluenette would walk out to the arena and was greeted by heavy jeers from the crowd. Instantly, the smile from the supermodel faded away and her expression changed to becoming royally pissed off. Ami would walk down the ramp and began to flip off the crowd, which further increased the sound of the boos. "I don't expect you peons to appreciate true beauty" she would say out loud while performing "shoo" signs with one of her hands, waving them off.

Ami would then walk up the steel steps and stand on the ring apron, ordering the referee inside to sit on the middle of the ropes to make it easier for the princess herself to pass through. Reluctantly, the referee complied and the elegant lady would enter the ring. Not wasting much time, the bluentte would walk over towards the middle of the ring and stand in the center with her hands on her hips, waiting for Army to make his entrance to the ring. There was history between the two, having faced each other a couple of times before and being in deadlock.

Biting her lower lip and smirking, the supermodel could not wait for this match to start. This was the perfect time to put Army in his place and show her superiority over him in a new promotion.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, goddamn it, not this bitch again.

Army liked most everything about wrestling over boxing, if he were being completely honest. He liked the fanfare, the style, the pageantry. The way it gave you freedom to express yourself in and out of the ring. How you could fight a wide range of different opponents, and every match was like a mystery box. It was wild, it was free, it was unlike every other sport on the planet, and he truly cherish his time in the squared circle.

What he could do without, though, was the cycle of it all. How you could sometimes wind up fueding with certain people over and over again, beefs that could go on for years on end. That drama, he could do without. In boxing, you rarely had to fight the same person twice. In wrestling, it happened all the damn time—rematches on rematches. People just could not let shit go.

So he was more than a bit miffed when he saw who his opponent was for tonight: Ami Takeuchi.

Needless to say, Army was more than a little familiar with the woman, having clashed with her, here and there. She was good between the ropes, a serious challenge, and she had even managed to get the better of him as much as he’d gotten here, so this would be a good fight…to watch. The problem was her damned ego. Being around this woman for more than five minutes was simply not good for your mental health, and Army was not looking forward to this.

But, you know what? It had been a while. People could change. Maybe Ami’d grown since he last saw her. Maybe she was a more mature person now. Maybe time had made her more humble. It certainly had that effect on him. As he hung out in the gorilla position, he watched the screen while she made her entrance, hoping to see a changed Ami, a better Ami.

…and she was already flipping off the crowd and ordering the referee around like he was her servant. Nope, same bitch. ”Fuck.” He huffed, rolled his shoulders, and made his way to the curtains as her music began to die down. ”All right, let’s do this.”

Soon enough, Army came out as well, slipping through the curtains as his

played. He threw a few quick waves to the fans, did a few fist bumps, and promptly slid into the ring to face off with his opponent.

Army stood up and gazed her way, contemplating, for a moment, how he should approach this. Maybe take the high road? Act like they were old friends, respected rivals? Extend an olive branch? That sort of thing?

Mmmmmmmnah. ”Yo, Ami.” He took his jacket off and tossed it out of the ring, letting it come to rest just shy of the timekeeper’s area. ”Long time, no see. How’s your brother? Still a dickhead?”

Army, ready to go.

[Teenwrestler]

The match had not even started and Ami already had a complaint in mind that she wanted to file with LAW management. How dare they allow her to go first and Army to come second. This was more so because the bluenette despised waiting for anyone, especially for her opponents. Tapping her foot against the ring canvas while looking down at her wrists to see her imaginary clock, the supermodel faked a yawn while Army would make his way into the ring. The crowd seemed to be behind him as well, which further infuriated the Japanese woman.

Just like most of the goody two-shoes wrestlers around here, Army too was one of those sheep that loved playing nice guy for the crowd. Doing the whole routine of fan interaction, waving and fist bumping some of the folks in the front seats. Ami rolled her eyes at that, not impressed at all. It looks like he was still the big gullible oaf that she knew. Eventually though, he did enter the ring and would take his jacket off- showing his impressive physique. He did look good, was in amazing figure and indeed had a handsome mug. Ami smirked, at least there was some silver lining to this.

He would greet her, calling out her name and that it had been a while- also commenting about her brother. In response, Ami would look at her with a genuine look of confusion as she would bend forward, placing her index finger on her chin and looked absolutely puzzled. "Hm? Do...Do I know you?" she said, putting on her best poker face.

[BlackAkuma]

Some people got better over time. Learned from old age. Army wasn’t perfect, but he liked to think he was a better man than the one he’d been just a few years ago. Life was supposed to be about growth, right? Changing, improving, adding, subtracting.

And then there were people who just stagnated. From the looks of thing, Ami was one of them.

She was about how he remembered. A little buffer, maybe a little slimmer, might have switched up her makeup game. But she still had that cocky little swag for her. Still moved like she was way too good for all of this. Still trying to work his damn nerves with every word.

Pretending like she didn’t know him was cute. Pointless, but cute. ”Don’t remember me, huh? Yeah, brain trauma’ll do that for you.” He rolled his neck about as he made his way out of the corner, nearing the center of the ring with a bounce in his step. ”I’m the guy who laid you out…three times, I think?” He ticked it off quick with his fingers, then shrugged. ”About to be four.”

The referee just looked between them, shifting and unsure. ”Are you two going to fight or…?”

[Teenwrestler]

While it was largely true that some people do get better over time, but when you had a mentality like Ami- that you cannot improved what is already perfect, it was hard to improve upon ones self. The bluenette princess still had not had that one harsh lesson in her life yet that would cause her to change her attitude and she was certainly sure that Army was not going to be the person that was going to teach her that. Ami would dismiss his attempts to greet her, instead pretending that she had never even met the guy before.

She could tell that Army got a little annoyed by that but he would do well to muster a comeback. If there was one thing that Ami lacked, was that while she was perfectly okay to dish it out, she could not stand when she was taunted back. Ami did her best to smile, trying to hide the fact that she was not bothered by that. However, the cracks began to appear on her smile and her left eye was twitching. Ami was barely able to keep up that forced smile of hers and was clearly gritting her teeth on the inside.

When the referee intervened, she would snap at him instead. "JUST RING THE DAMN BELL" she said, making the poor guy startle a bit. The timekeeper would ring the bell *DING*DING*DING* and the match was officially underway. Ami knew better than to wrestle him head on, there was no way she could out-muscle him in strength. She had to think this one through, as she had done so many times before.

Circling the muscled male around, Ami had her arms up in front of her and would lunge in but instead of grappling would step to the side and attempt to unleash a harsh slap to his cheek before quickly looking to hide behind the referee.

[BlackAkuma]

Ami was doing her best to keep cool, and fair play, it would’ve been enough to fool most people. Probably came natural to her, what with being a model. She knew how to work the camera, put on a pretty face, smile when she was screaming on the inside.

But Army knew better. He could see the little cracks, the trembling, the twitches. Outside, she was all smiles, but inside, she was planning ways to tear him apart. For all the shit he’d said and would say before this match was through, he had to take her seriously - she could do a lot of things she was dreaming up. She’d beaten him before and was no joke. He was surprised she hadn't won a belt yet in LAW, but then again, she was always a bit on the unmotivated side.

”Honest to God, I don’t know why you’re putting this act up.” He shook his head. ”It was cute back when we first met, but now I know you’re a bitch, the people know you’re a bitch, everyone knows, so…”

Soon enough the bell rang, and to Ami’s credit, she brought the fight to him…that was what Army thought, anyway. He moved in with arms up, ready to lock horns with the blue bombshell, wiggling his fingers. He lunged in when he was close, and-

Took a slap to the face.

He stood straight, rocked back and rolled his jaw as the pain ran its course, then turned about to see Ami hiding behind a befuddled referee. ”Really, Ami? Really? We’re doing this again?” He groaned and took chase after her, trying to grab her by the wrist while she darted around the official.

[Teenwrestler]

There was one thing that Ami had to admit, she was better at keeping her facade a lot better when she first started this whole wrestling business than she was at it now. Perhaps it was because the jig was up and people knew who she really was, that she didn't really bother try to hide it anymore. However, due to the idea of being a elegant model or out of habit, she would still try to keep up her smile and pretend to be unbothered by comments when it was clear she wasn't. Regardless, Army's advice fell to deaf ears and would serve to annoy her even more.

Now, it was personal and the bluenette couldn't wait to put this arrogant bastard down. Moving in to feign a grapple, she would instead step to the side and smack his face before retreating to the referee, using him as a human meat shield. Army had to be careful, he couldn't really plow through the referee to get to her as it would be a DQ so he tried to grab Ami's wrists while she hid behind the official.

These were the sort of mind-games that usually ended up in her favour, many would presume that because of all these antics- Ami did not know how to wrestle. However, it was all tactical. Like a professional footballer diving to gain an advantage. When Army reached out to grab her wrist, Ami would push the referee aside with her other hand and attempt to leap up, going for a step up enziguri kick aimed right at the side of his head in an attempt to knock him down.

[BlackAkuma]

See, this was why Army was not looking forward to wrestling Ami again. She was a good wrestler, at the end of the day, but she couldn't just be good and wrestle that way - no, she had to resort to all these tricks and fight dirty, had to scrap out every advantage she could get. Her and that douchenozzle of a brother were both such pains in the ass. Hell, fighting her was probably a big part of the reason he managed to get over his problem with hitting women in the early days.

”Hide-and-Go-Seek bullshit-”

Ami always had crackerjack timing, and the moment Army came close to grabbing her, that was the same moment she struck. He was leaning in when she leaped up and swung her leg out like a whip, cracking him upside the skull with a sharp enziguiri across the face, knocking the taste clean out of his mouth.

The blow spun Army all the way around and forced him up against the ropes. A strong hit, but the shock got him more than anything - it was the hits you didn’t see coming that always did the most damage. Gritting his teeth, he tried to wave it all off as he spun about with his arms up and guard tight, suspecting that Ami would be coming to follow up sooner rather than later.

[Teenwrestler]

So many people were aware of Ami's dirty tactics but they would still fall for them. A big part of why she kept trying to keep her facade was that no matter how many times people told her that it wasn't working- it still ended up working somehow and someway. Army ought to have known better than to think that the bluenette was just going to hide behind the referee and allow him to just yank him away. So when the blue haired male grabbed her wrist, she would quickly strike like a venomous snake.

Pushing the referee away and hopping up to strike his head with a enziguri kick, he fell for it hook, like and sinker. Army would spin around and stumble backwards, forced up against the ropes while the bluenette was ecstatic that her tactic worked. "Hahaha! Kono baka, manuke, manuke. Son'na mono ni damasa reru nante shinji rarenai. Baka.[You big dumb, stupid, idiot. I cant believe you fell for that. Stupid.]" she would say, taunting him.

One kick was obviously not going to be enough. He was quite resilient and she knew that, Army quickly turned around with his guard up. Ready for her next move. Ami would move towards him, looking grab grab his wrists and push him back against the ropes before trying to Irish whip him across the ring. Ami was looking to deliver a dropkick aimed at his chest, should he return back to her after bouncing off the opposite set of ropes.

[BlackAkuma]

”Cheap-shooting, fucking-”

Army muttered to himself as he shook his head, reeling from that kick to the noggin. With all the silliness and the pretty looks, it was easy to forget that the girl - no, woman, could do some real damage if she had the chance. It was honestly kind of annoying. If she was the ditzy bitch she appeared to be, Army could just right her and not care all that much, but no, she had to go and be a competent wrestler, so he was forced to respect her.

Lucky for him, though, it didn’t seem like she’d outgrown some of her biggest weaknesses - namely, she never did know when to shut up. [“You talk to much.”] Japanese always did sound weird with his accent, but he’d been in the country long enough to speak it as well as anybody.

Army was just turning around, ready to get back into the fray, when he locked eyes on Ami. Already on the move, she came at him full speed, and he recognized the telltale hints of a dropkick as she came in. Sure enough, she leaped up when she was closed and came flying at him, feet first.

He had just enough time to sidestep, letting her feet fly past his chest. At the same time, he extended his arms and caught the falling woman with ease, holding her up like they were about to cross the thresh.

Army looked at her with a flat stare. ”Hi, Ami.”

He then proceeded to toss her over the ropes and out of the ring. ”Bye, Ami.”