Double A[rmy]A[mi]

[Teenwrestler]

If you would ask her, Ami would have no doubt that her head scissors was the best in the business. It was quite the common (and popular) submission among the female wrestlers, it was even a miracle that Ami decided to use it given how much better and unique she thought she was from the others. Perhaps because the move, while simple, was effective and it showed just how much Army was struggling in his efforts to try and escape. Ami would continue to try and get under his skin, mocking him while also squeezing tighter and harder.

To his credit, Army took her submission and the punches to his head well and remained focused to try and escape. When she went for a headscissor's takedown, Army would press his foot against the mat and spread his posture wide- not letting her take the pair to the mats. "What?! W-wait, you're not supposed to do that!" she complained before he swung back and slammed her down onto her back for a electric chair drop.

Her back hit the mats hard and she bounced off it once, immediately releasing her legs from around his head and rolling over onto her side while clutching her back. The blunette would then shift over onto her front, pushing up to her hands and knees while starting to crawl towards the ropes to get some distance between herself and Army.

[killcarrion]

B-RY~...

Amidst the controlled chaos within the wrestling and the audience's raucous appraisal of the contentious match taking place, circling spotlights starting spiraling around the arena in conjunction with the electronic pulsations of techno music blaring from speakers. A lone figure striding through the entrance curtains possessing the yolked musculature of a Greek God, tasseled boots, glimmering pants and designer jacket as his theme continued playing. Ringside cameras taken aback and rushing up the ramp to capture the Model Athlete himself, B-RY, apparently making his LAW debut in as impromptu a fashion imaginable. His presence immediately demanding the audience's attention due in no small part to the rarity with which matches are interrupted in such a manner, but also the commanding method with which he approached the ring. B-RY making his steadied approach as if he were on a Parisian catwalk, concentrating his attention on the wresting ring but scoffing and withdrawing his arm in repelled disgust whenever one of those uggo bystanders attempted to reach out and lay their grubby fingers upon his flawless physique. Booking malpractice being the only feasible reason as to why The Gorgeous One had yet to make his LAW debut in a wrestling ring despite having been signed to the federation eons ago.

Malfeasance which B-RY was intending to rectify by having made several appointments with LAW executives about how best to debut his chiseled perfection, except it seemed that fate apparently had plans of their own considering B-RY just so happened to be backstage with every intention of surprising his Baby Blue after her inevitable victory over this Army fellow. Someone she harbored a deep-seated grudge against throughout their mutually storied wrestling careers, and who was apparently putting up more of a fight than Ami predicted. However, the main difference between their previous matches and this current one was that back than Ami didn't have a steady beau in her corner as backup. B-RY leaping up onto the ring apron as his theme subsided, threatening to enter the ring with one leg hooked over the middle rope. Compelling the referee to sprint in his direction and block him off with jabbered threats demanding he step back. Bryan offering the official a piece of his mind in the bickering process as well with several barked jabs being directed at one of the wrestlers in particular. "Hey, what kinda nonsense is this, ref?!? You're letting him get away with murder in there!!! She could wind up with a black-eye before tomorrow's photo shoot!!! And that's no way to treat a lady, ya uggo meathead!!!

[BlackAkuma]

Fuck, those legs of Ami’s were deceptively strong, and Army could never quite figure out why. He couldn't picture her in the gym, doing a workout like a normal person to get them. She would consider that sort of thing beneath her, like almost everything else that normal humans did, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

Regardless, he was just happy to have his neck back after all of that, gaining his freedom after landing the Electric Chair. Next step was to get back on his feet, focus on the task at hand, and-

…oh, no.

At first, Army thought he was just hallucinating, hearing things, but no. He would know that lame-ass techno theme anywhere. Sure enough, Bryan Daniels, Ami’s little boy-toy, was making his way down to the ring with his usual preening peacock style. ”Estás jugando…”

Army groaned as the jackass got up on the apron and drew the referee’s attention. With a grunt, he looked over Ami’s way, then pushed up to his feet and stormed his way, stomping across the ring. ”Hey! Dickhead! Do you really have nowhere better to be right now? Don’t have a TikTok reel to drop or some crap?”

[Teenwrestler]

The one thing that Ami had that Army didn't- was backup. If it wasn't her brother, then it would be her loving boyfriend! The supermodel always had a Ace under her sleeve and that's why she was always confident in defeating Army. The crowd was left shocked when the male model himself, Ami's Bry-Bear made his presence known as he walked down the ramp towards the ring to be the knight in shinning armor for his love! Ami would crawl towards the nearest set of ring ropes while clutching her lower back, smiling and laughing when she heard her boyfriend's theme. Army was screwed now, with her man by her side, there was no way this muscled meathead would beat the bluenette.

The plan worked like a charm too! Army got back up to his feet and instead of focusing on his opponent, he would turn his attention to Bryan. You'd think he would learn his lesson already, thanks to the amount of times Ami's brother had done this to him- but perhaps a new face was too much of a distraction for Army. Regardless, with the referee and Army both distracted, Ami would crawl towards Army and get behind him. Down on all fours, the supermodel would bring her forearm right up and in-between his legs for a brutal low-blow!

Once that connected, she would grab his thigh and fold him over for a quick roll-up pinfall!

[BlackAkuma]

In hindsight, he really should’ve seen this coming. As much as he wanted to be mad at Ami and her little boytoy, he’d be kicking himself for weeks over this dumb shit.

In his defense, Bryan laid claim to the world’s most punchable face, and as a boxer that was a hard thing for Army to ignore, like catnip for pugilists. More than anything, though, he wanted to deal with him before he became a real problem, which was almost guaranteed to happen if he stuck around long enough. Focusing on him, if only for a moment, seemed like the right idea.

Wrong.

Army gasped as he felt the arm go through his legs, but by the time he realized what was happening, it was far too late - he was going over, he was going down, his shoulders were on the mat, and the referee was counting.

”1…!”

The sheer shock of the moment slowed him down, his entire world thrown off by the surprise pin.

”2…!”

He started to struggle, but he could already tell it was far too late - he was too off balance, too distracted, too everything to stop what was coming next.

”3…!”

Army thrust up hard, breaking the pinfall, but it was already too late. He flopped over to his chest, looked up, and glared their way. ”Assholes! Fucking assholes!”

[Teenwrestler]

It was actually quite a simple concept. Keep your eye on the prize. At this point, Ami couldn't be the one to blame for using the same tactic again and again if people kept falling for it. Whether it be her brother or boyfriend that came for the distraction, it was the beautiful bluenette who would always reap the benefits. With Army walking up towards the ropes to confront Bryan, who was already being told off by the referee to get off the apron, it was a simple matter of sneaking over towards the Puerto Rican and hitting him with one of the hardest low-blows she could ever give!

Once the deed was done, Ami would see Bryan hop off the mat and she would use the same arm that went up between his legs to grab his thigh and roll him up for a surprise roll up pinfall. With the referee no longer distracted, he would slide in and begin his count. Before Army knew what hit him and what was going on, the referee counted to "3" and just as he did, the blue haired male would kick out. However, the pinfall still counted and he was too late in his efforts to kick out.

Ami didn't want to deal with a angry Army and would quickly dip out of the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope right after the referee finished counting Army out. The supermodel quickly leaped up into the arms of Bryan, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her sweaty cheek against his while laughing manically. "HAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed cruelly, licking Bryan's cheek before giving him a deep kiss on the lips while Army was livid, glaring there way and shouting profanities.

"Sucks to have no one got your back doesn't it? Poor Army, all alone in the big bad LAW world! Hahaha!" Ami would shout back at him, looking to really rub this cheap victory on his face.

[killcarrion]

Unbeknownst to anyone who doesn't share a locker-room with his beloved Baby Blue, Ami can be just as calculating and manipulative as any tactician within the squared circle. Bryan had only just signed his elaborate signature on the dotted line of his LAW contract when Ami was already concocting strategy's in regards to how they can playing the numbers game in each-other's matches and make this drab and pathetic federation that much more fashionable. Besides, who better to become the center of everyone's attention than a world class male model who can captivate any audience with nothing more than a sparkled wink and a dynamic pose. Of course not every boyfriend would have so valiantly come to his sweethearts aid when doing so meant confronting some muscleheaded mule, but that's just the kind of chivalrous supermodel that B-RY was~...

...at least until Army started encroaching upon Bryan with righteous fury in his eyes, compelling the male model to step down off the canvas and backpedal a few steps claiming innocence. Army being none the wiser to what the Fashion Icon's machinations were until his jingle bells were rocked and he was trussed up like a Christmas present, except the only gift distributed was a notch in Ami's win column. Bryan catching his sweat smeared angel in his arms whose legs were latched around his waist as he was gifted with a carnal lick and passionate smooch. "Aww,~...Sorry, Armando. Looks like you're just an Army...of ONE~..." Bryan taunted with an index finger pointed up as he started backpedaling whilst still embracing his blue-haired babe, knowing he was in for a helluva night since nothing makes Ami more hot under the collar than scoring a win over some hapless loser.