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.

[killcarrion]

Although everyone else within the arena who bore witness to Ami's shrill screams were plugging their ears with their fingertips or whatever else they had at their disposal, Bryan merely overheard the heavenly utterances of a symphonic cherub~...A melodious angel whose serene vocals could only be appreciated by someone who truly appreciates true divine beauty when they see it themselves. To B-RY, Felina was the one who apparently had the vocal range of a trash compactor and should be outright thankful for even being gifted the exquisite experience of having her unkempt head affixed between his magnificent thighs. Unfortunately, the rebellious Latina was apparently less than grateful for the experience given she hefted the male model overhead for a back splashing collision behind her. "GAH!!!" Bryan gasping from the pained shock, but noticing his close proximity to his beloved Baby-Blue and attempted to tag her in once crawling forward to get in range...

[Teenwrestler]

The supermodel looked on with a worried look on her face. Her man was struggling but somehow she was not too eager to get in the ring against Felina. Even in the moments when Bryan seemed to be in control, the crafty Latina would find a way to counter. She looked on in shock when her man was send flying overhead and would land down on his back, very much near Ami's corner. She was really doing a number on her Bry-Bear and it was clear that he was looking for a tag. Her left eye twitched and just for a moment, she showed some hesitation to back up.

However, the supermodel quickly shook her head and focused. Her man needed her and she had to be there for him. When he crawled towards her and extended his hand to her, Ami would lean forward and slap her palm with that of her lovers to officially tag in. With that, she grabbed the top rope and vaulted over the ropes to land inside of the ring in rather athletic fashion.

"Alright you hussy, its time to put you in your place for putting your filthy hands on my man!" she said pointing at Felina.

[BlackAkuma]

Having her head between Bryan’s legs was not where Felina wanted to be at any given point in time. Needless to say, she was more than relieved to have that particular monkey off her back.

She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder, just in time to see her opponent making her way to Ami. As much as Felina would’ve liked to thump her, too, she knew how these tag team matches should go. T was time to switch things up a little.

Sure enough, Army was already waiting with his hand outstretched, ready for her as she came and slapped hands with her. He stepped in as she stepped out, and began circling the ring right away as Ami swapped out with Bryan. ”Boyfriend’s already hiding behind your skirts, and we just started. Don’t see this going well for you, Ami.”

[Teenwrestler]

With the supermodel now tagged in, she was ready for action and defend her man against this Latina hussy. No one gets to play around with her Bry-Bear except herself. After vaulting over the top rope and entering in the ring in spectacular fashion, she would point at Felina and was ready to put her down. However, it seemed that the Latina had other ideas and would tag in her cousin Army.

"Hahahaha! YOU?!" she said laughing while bending over and placing a hand on her thigh, certainly exaggerating her maniacal laugh. She then straightened up and grinned at Army with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at her opponent. "Haven't you learned your lesson already? I already beat you fair and square last time. What makes you think you can win this time?" she taunted him.

"Wait- don't answer that. You can't!" she said before suddenly running towards him. She tried to launch herself her up and deliver a knee strike aimed at his chest, and if that worked, transition it into a schoolgirl pining position.

[BlackAkuma]

Army would give credit where it was due and admit that Ami could be damned gutsy when she wanted to be. Not too many people her size, man or woman, would be all that crazy about stepping into the ring against him, let alone leaping over the top rope to get at him and acting like he was a joke. She was brave as fuck, sometimes.

Or stupid. Or cocky. It was probably some combination of all three, rotating with the day.

He was about to open his mouth and answer her silly question when she beat him to the punch and interrupted him, making him default to a flat, irritated stare. From there, though, she didn't waist much time as she rushed in and launched a knee strike, right at his chest.

And she hit, too.

But she didn’t go down.

Army was rocked back a couple of steps, but he wrapped his arm around her attacking leg in the process and clutched her around the back, holding her in place against him. For an awkward moment, he stood there, looking up her way with a knowing grin.

”Have a nice flight, Ami.”

Army threw her straight into the air, as high as he could managed, and stepped back against the ropes as she came down, on track for a hellish splat on the canvas.