Grade "A" Bitch

[Teenwrestler]

Many people would assume that a match between Ami and Army would be a mismatch. It certainly seemed like that, at least on paper. However, in reality, their rivalry was much more even than most people would assume. The bluenette was a crafty one, where she lacked in the strength and size department, she would more than make it up in the cunning and devious ones. She did feel sorry for him sometimes though, it was never personal between them. It was just business. He was just too gullible, too naive and way too easy to take advantage of. One would think he would stop giving her the benefit of the doubt every time they wrestled, but somehow, someway, she would always find a way to make a fool out of him.

Case in point, their first match at LAW. Sometime was different though, Army was pissed. He was really pissed. Still, she didn't know what he expected from her? He knew her very well, and he should have known she would have an Ace up her sleeve to rescue her from clutches of defeat and somehow turn it into a victory. That Ace up her sleeve was usually her brother, but this time it was her Bry-Bear; the Model Athlete himself "Bryan Daniels". Apparently though, Army didn't learn his lesson. He had been fuming, desperate for another crack at either one of the Fashion Icons. So, it was time to address the elephant in the room.

"OoooOoo MmmMmmm *giggle*" Ami murmured in the gorilla position, in the arms of her boyfriend while she rubbed her nose against his and embraced him in a kiss. The backstage crew only rolled their eyes at the show-off couple while giving them the signal to go forward to the arena, as her theme had been cued for a few seconds now. Ami gave him a disgusted look before finally agreeing.

With her man by her side, there was no need to gather any fake attention from the crowd. While usually she is playing up to the crowd by blowing face kisses and smiling, even while being showered by jeers, this time she fully embraced the bitch within. Flipping off the crowd with a cocky grin on her face, Ami would walk down the ramp alongside Bryan as the Fashion Icons made their way to the ring.

Ami

Bryan

Bryan would be the first to hop up onto the ring apron before walking towards the steel steps, offering his Baby-Blue a hand. She gently accepted his hand while he assisted her to walk up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. From there, he would sit on the middle ropes while grabbing the top rope to pull it up, making it easy for the supermodel to enter the ring from between the ropes. Meanwhile, the crowd showered them with boos.

A ring attendant then soon handed Ami a mic and she would flick her beautiful hair back with her hand while standing in the middle of the ring. She paused for a moment, just for dramatic effect. "*Ahem* As you all may, or may not, know...there have been some accusations going on about my latest victory over Army. Quite frankly, I think's absolutely preposterous that someone would even question it and I really don't like it when people question my victories, M'Kay?" she said, lowering the mic for a second while smirking devilishly as she walked towards the ropes facing the entrance ramp, leaning against them.

"So, I'm just going to drop the BS and cut to the fucking chase. Army Rodriguez, get your ass out here." she barked in a cold and menacing tone. Ami was serious.

[BlackAkuma]

”This is dumb. This is so dumb.” Felina rubbed her weary eyes as she watched Ami and her little boytoy making their way to the ring on a monitor in the gorilla position. ”Okay. Explain to me why we’re doing it like this again, and this time try not to sound like a total dork.”

Army sighed and turned her way with folded hands to cast her a disgruntled gaze. This would be, what? The fifth time explaining a straightforward concept? He was already kind of regretting this. ”Again. I’ll come out first, banter with them a bit, then I’ll give the signal, and-”

”What’s the signal? You never mentioned a signal before.”

Army shrugged. ”Um, fuck, I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet.”

”What do you mean, you haven’t…” She smacked her forehead. ”How the hell am I supposed to know what the signal is when you don’t know what the signal is?”

Army brought his hands to his temple and gave them a good rubbing as he groaned. Why was she always like this? Overcomplicating things. ”You’ll know it when you hear it. I can’t tell you ahead of time, I’ve got to feel it in the moment. It’s an organic thing.”

”’An organic thing’.” She pooched her lips and gave her a look over with a flat gaze, one that somehow managed to tick him off more than if she’d actually said anything. ”Continue.”

Army thumbed back over his shoulder. ”So I’ll come out, and I’ll talk, and when I give the signal you’ll come, and it’ll be a big reveal, then we’ll challenge them both to a tag match.” He threw his arms up, as if he’d just explained the easiest thing in the world. Because he kind of did. “See? Easy.”

Felina tented her fingers for a moment, thinking, then spoke. ”Okay. Okay. I get that. But how about this - we skip the extra steps and I just come out with you, and we go from there? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

Army sighed his deepest, most disappointed sigh. ”Fefe, you just…you just don’t get it.”

”I get that you’re an overdramatic dork, that’s what I get.” She rolled her eyes, then glared her way. ”And stop calling me ‘Fefe’. We’re not ten anymore.”

Army canted his head to the side. ”You still call me ‘Army’, but I can’t call you ‘Fefe’?”

”That’s different.”

”How is that different, it’s the same thing, it’s the exact same-”

”Um, excuse me.”

Felina and Army were both drawn to the side, as one of the stagehands approached them - a young thing, barely came up to his chest, looking extremely nervous. She thumbed towards the monitor with a sheepish finger. ”She’s uh…she’s calling you out.”

Army spun about and brought his attention to the monitor, where he could see Ami and D-Bry - or B-Ry, or whatever, he always got that name mixed up - standing in the ring, waiting for him to come out. It looked like they had been waiting for a minute, too, and things were starting to get awkward. ”Ah, fuck! Fuck!” He groaned and turned back to Felina, who looked like she was trying her best to not snicker and doing a miserable job at it. ”Remember! Wait for the signal!”

Army came bounding out of the curtains a moment later, microphone in hand, as his

thrummed all around them. He stood at the top of the ramp as it died down and smirked their way. ”That’s ‘Mr. Rodriguez’ to you, bitch.” He looked towards Bryan and waved. ”Hey, dude, ‘sup? Been a while? You managed to pull your head out of your ass long enough to go out in public, good for you.”

[Teenwrestler]

Her left eye was twitching in anger. Ami lowered the mic down while placing one hand on her hip. Was....was he really making her wait? "What the hell......" she would mutter under her own breath, making sure the mic didn't catch her voice to hide her frustration. However, anyone who could see her facial expressions right now could undoubtedly tell that the supermodel was royally pissed off. Was he really going to duck her call out like that? Or did he really think he was that important to just ignore her and Bryan like that? Of course, the bluenette had no idea what was going on in the backstage area that was, quite hilariously, leading to the delay. The staff and everyone tried to speed things up, and eventually Army would show up to the arena.

Ami would calm herself and return to that smug look of hers, smirking devilishly while cocking her hip to the side with a hand placed on her hip. However, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he didn't seem too eager to actually come down to the ring and talk to the Icons, face to face. Perhaps he wasn't as dumb as she thought, but then again she had been wrong about him before. The name calling to her didn't seem to bother her, but talking down to her Bry-Bear! That was unacceptable.

Bryan was about to say something but Ami would bring her hand up to his chest, signaling him to stop. She had this.

"How dare you talk to my Bry-Bear like that you....you COWARD. You don't even have the guts to come down to the ring . You're really gonna stand aaaalllll the way over there and talk smack. You've been complaining and whining about our last match, and now that I'm here, you're not even gonna come down and meet me face to face, man to woman? HAH, I expected better from you Army...but as always, you disappoint me" she ranted.

[BlackAkuma]

Army honestly wasn’t paying much attention to what Ami was saying. In part, it was because he didn’t much care, since he had a good idea of what she was about to say, anyway. She was going to call him a coward, insult his manhood, maybe make some comments about how pretty she was and how he wasn’t worthy to face her and blah blah blah. Army had been on the receiving end of more Ami Takeuchi promos than he cared to count.

But it didn’t matter what she said, mostly because he already knew how he was going to respond. He had this whole scene mapped out, clear as day in his head, and it was time to get the party going.

”God, I hope you two never try to start a family. Your kids’ll suck.” He shook his head and stepped forward. ”And don’t worry, I am coming down there. Before I do, though, I got a counter-offer for you. Why don’t we make this a little more interesting.” He smirked and leaned forward. ”See, I’ve got a-”

And then Felina’s

started playing. ”Are you fucking kidding me?”

No, Felina was not, in fact, fucking kidding with Army. He groaned and turned about as she came strolling out from behind the curtain, getting a nice little pop from the crowd as she made his way to his side. Needless to say, he wasn’t feeling the same enthusiasm. ”The signal.” He smacked his forehead. ”Did you forget about that already? It was two minutes ago, if that.”

”I thought that was the signal.” She threw her hair back and sneered his way. ”Obviously. Was it not supposed to be.”

”No, it wasn’t, obviously. Why would I introduce you with ‘interesting’? I was still building up.”

”Well, shit, sorry, my bad, maybe I wouldn’t have made that mistake if you actually told me what the stupid signal was supposed to be? Ever think of that, shitbird? And don't call me 'shitbird', I'm not one of your lame-ass gooner subs on TikTok.”

”Well, excuse me for thinking you knew how a wrestling promo worked. Should’ve known, you wouldn’t know because you never actually did one. And don't call me 'shitbird', I'm not one of your gooner followers on TikTok.”

”Yeah, because I got into wrestling to, you know, wrestle, not hold open mic night like we’re at the comedy club.”

…this could go on for a little while, unless someone interrupted them.

[killcarrion]

There was a very specific reason why the The Fashion icons were the definitive "It Couple" of the wrestling landscape, marketed as such on magazine covers as ambassadors of the sport with interviewers asking only the most important of questions. Such as what their preferred brand of exfoliating skin lotion was, and how were they able to juggle multiple successful career paths and sustain a healthy relationship within the limelight as the Glamorous Golden couple~...well, B-RY believed that moments like these were precisely why the fashionable glitterati's were a match made in Heaven. Bryan knowing all too well about his Baby-Blue's contentious rivalry with this Army character that spans multiple wrestling federations and who was a consistent thorn in his boo's immaculately curvaceous backside for sometime now. So when the time came for him tip the scales in Ami's favor during their match or have her back in a promo segment, the Model Athlete was all too willing to lace on his wrestling backs and be her golden rock~...B-RY applauding for Ami all throughout her initial statement and awaited Army's arrival just like everyone else within the arena until he finally made his presence known. Bryan balking from Army calling his lady love the "B" word alongside some snide quips directed at him, and was all too willing to give Army a piece of his mind...

"Aw yeah? Well it just so happens-"

...were B-RY not interrupted by Ami stepping up to plate for her man. WHICH BRYAN WAS FINE WITH. The model athlete considering himself confident enough in his own masculinity to take a backseat to his commanding whirlwind of a bluenette, Bryan nodding along in affirmed agreement with Ami as she read Armando the riot act. Ravishing forces of nature like his Baby-Blue weren't interested in being protected anyway so much as they needed someone to have their backs and occasionally carry their Prada handbags from time to time. Bryan assuming Ami had this bantering discourse in the bag when some obnoxious theme music indicated that Army wasn't the only one who saw to fit to bring backup tonight. A quirked eyebrow shared between himself and his beloved as who they assumed was his backup started bickering incessantly with Army for what felt like an eternity until the male model abruptly bellowed into this own mic-"WhoaWhoaWHOA!!! Who in vogue is this fashion disaster?!? This party is invitations ONLY, babe. Threesomes I can get behind, but Foursomes are where matters can start getting complicated. So why don't you scurry back up the ramp and head back to whatever trailer park you came from, alright? The ADULTS are talking here, baby doll~..." Bryan smirked condescension accompanied with waved hand motion shooing Felina away.

[BlackAkuma]

”-like you’re in a position to call anybody a gooner, with your whole Wonder Woman fetish.”

”I did not have a Wonder Woman fetish, I was just into her a lot when I was, like, ten.”

”Oh, dude, you were not ‘just into her’. I remember this. You had a doll.”

”It was an action figure. And Mom got me that for Christmas, I didn’t even ask for it.”

”Yeah, and then you proceeded not even to open the box and put it on your shelf like it was a shrine.”

”No, no, that’s a total fucking lie. I didn’t open it because it was a collectable, that is totally not-”

It was probably a good thing that B-Ry interrupted when he did, because the two cousins could’ve likely kept this up for ages. Needless to say, this wasn’t the firs time they’d gone to war like this, but it was put to an abrupt halt as he spoke and garnered their undivided attention. The two Rodriguezes stopped and stared as he spoke, with Felina cocking her head at certain points. Namely, at being called…

”’Baby-doll’?” She blinked. ”Is he talking to me?”

”I think he’s talking to you.” Army was already handing her the microphone, which she graciously took, more than happy to let someone else be the target of his cousin’s ire.

”Listen, Zoolander,” Felina held up her hand and shook her head as a look of pure disgust washed over ”I’m into guys, gals, sure. Not into dumbasses. If I did a foursome, it wouldn’t be with you two chucklefucks, and it damn sure wouldn’t be with my cousin.” Gross.” Felina straightened up and sighed, looking at them both with that narrowed, tired gaze, like she was talking to two of the biggest morons in the world. Army was infinitely familiar with that look. ”We want a tag match, cabrones. Right here, right now. You got that, or do I need to repeat it with less syllables?”

For his part, Army nodded along, until a certain part stuck out to him. ”Wait, you’re bi?” He gave her a quick look over as his brow furrowed. ”Since when?”

Felina looked back at him over her shoulder, not even bothering to turn all the way around. ”Birth. Since birth, Army.”

[Teenwrestler]

What the hell was going on? Who was this hussy, why was she here and more importantly why was the spotlight being taken off the bluenette? Ami stomped her foot down on the canvas, puffing out her cheeks and pouting while watching the absolutely disaster that unfolded before her. Her callout failed and now she was being upstaged by two people who were arguing with each other. Before she got a chance to say anything first, B-RY would step in and attempted to clear this mess for his Baby-Blue. Ami cocked her hip to one side and placed her hand on her hip, smiling as her knight in shining armor was here to the rescue.

Although it didn't seem to matter, the pair on the ramp continued to bicker among each other until Bryan's speech got the attention of Felina, specifically when he called her "Baby-Doll". She had some stuff to say, alot of stuff! Ami was already turning red in anger, how dare this nobody talk to her man like that. She was ready to verbally eviscerate Felina until her little challenge seemed to calm her mood a bit.

"HAH! You two want a tag team match against us?" she mocked. With the way they were arguing and bickering with each other, there was no way Army and Felina were in sync to be able to take on the "It" couple. "Listen here Ryu & Ken, judging by the way you two were just arguing, you two should be fighting each other- not us." Ami laughed.

"But I suppose we could do with a easy win and go home early. Fine, we accept!" Ami would say, tossing the mic to the ground.