Double A[rmy]A[mi]

[Teenwrestler]

It was good to get the last laugh against Army, he thought that he had her and even had some choice words for her before he aimed to send her towards the ring apron. That would have hurt like hell, which is why Ami tried her best to try and counter the powerbomb. Showing off her impressive athleticism, she would swing her body around and use the momentum to pull off the hurricanrana and send Army flying into the steel post. While the male wrestler cleverly brought his arms forward to protect his head from clanging against the steel steps, the impact still left him rattled as he fell to the side and began to slowly pull himself back up.

Ami, meanwhile, would lick her lips devilishly as she moved behind him. Grabbing his hair and the waistband of his wrestling pants, she would forcefully shove him back inside the ring to avoid this match ending up in a double count out. Her eyes caught a fan booing her, holding up a sign which supported Army. Ami's emotions got the better of her and she marched towards that poor fellow, snatching that poster as she tore it up in front of him and dusted her hands to mock him. "You all are as dumb as him, how could you support HIM instead of ME?!" she said, brushing her hair backwards that was getting in her face.

Storming back towards the ring apron, Ami attempted to hop up the ring apron and then tried to vault over the top rope as she attempted a senton splash on her downed opponent.

[BlackAkuma]

He supposed he should’ve been happy since it was buying him time, but Army always found it weird that Ami seemed so surprised by the crowd’s reaction to her. She seemed to think just being hot was enough to get her over with them, which…okay, a lot of wrestlers had gotten over with less, but most of them weren’t also irritating Karens. That tended to take away from the hotness.

Damned if it wasn’t working out for her, though, as his current position proved. He was left laying, stunned on the floor, and in very real chance of getting counted out. Thankfully, Ami didn’t seem keen on the match ending that way - progress for her - and proceeded to roll him into the ring.

He was a little less thankful for what happened after that, however. He was just starting to get his shit together on the canvas when he looked up and saw Ami soaring through the air towards him. He tried to roll away, but it was too little far too late - she crashed down, right on his chest.

Ami wasn’t that heavy, so it wasn’t the worst blow he’d ever taken, but it was still enough to knock the wind clean out of him and send him rolling over onto his chest.

[Teenwrestler]

Ami was genuinely surprised at how people could not like her?! She was a model, she was good looking and she was actually pretty good at pretending to like her fans. What they didn't know couldn't really harm them? Sure, a lot of people did get to know her true personality soon after she joined the world of pro-wrestling but at least she was still hot! She really did think that being good-looking was a free pass to be a bitch but apparently all these LAW people were starting to think otherwise.

The crowd started to heavily jeer her after she started arguing with a nearby fan and tearing his poster and throwing it to the floor. After she was done throwing a mini tantrum, she would turn her attention back towards Army. Thankfully, her wasting so much time did not end up working against her and she was able to land on top of Army with the senton splash. She was by no means a heavyweight but it no doubt hurt him a little bit, enough to knock the wind out of him.

When Army rolled over onto his chest, Ami would truly show off her vicious side as she really hated when people were against her. The supermodel would get down on one knee next to Army and grab a fistful of his hair to yank his head up off the mat. "YOU WOULD RATHER CHEER FOR HIM THAN ME? THIS GUY?! HUH?!" she yelled as she attempted to smack his head against the mats again and again, then grinding his face against the canvas. "HE'S NOTHING! NOTHING COMPARED TO ME" she ranted.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, not this again. If there was one thing - among many things - that Army didn’t miss about Ami, it was the patented Takeuchi Temper Tantrum.

It wasn’t enough that she successfully laid him, after all. No, she couldn't just continue the beating from there like a normal person. No, she had to add in the screaming, too, and of course she was whining about the dumbest stuff. Years and years getting booed by people across the world, and she still couldn't figure out why. And people called him dense.

Kind of a shame, though. A little density would’ve been nice, as she gripped his hair and proceeded to ram his skull into the canvas, ramming it time and time again. Far from a pleasant experience, but it did help to wake him up, if only by pissing him off.

After the third - maybe fourth - smacked, Army planted his palms on the canvas and pushed up, rapidly rising to his feet. He grabbed her head as he stood, pulled her over his shoulders, and grabbed her legs with the other arm, pulling down to stretch her out with a classic torture rack.

[Teenwrestler]

Just like that, the switch had been flipped. It was hard to tell whether Ami seriously had a bad temper or whether it was just as a result of always pretending to be nice that all of a sudden all that vent up anger would burst open. Many believed that the former! After forcing him back in the ring and landing on top of him with a senton splash, the supermodel brutally smacked his face against the mats over and over again while angrily berating Army for being the fan favourite out of the two. Her vicious grin did not fade away and she continued to assault the male wrestler until suddenly, his palms pressed against the mat to stop her forth attempt of slamming his face on the mats.

"Eh?! No! Nonononono this is impossible!" she said in a rather concerned tone. Her head was suddenly grabbed and Army would push upwards, pulling her over his shoulder"Wait....Just a wait second! I- AIIIEEEEEEE" she shrieked in pain when he grabbed her legs with his other arm and began to bend her inwards against his shoulder blade for a torture rack.

"Gaah! AHHHHHH" she moaned, her legs kicking in the air as did her arms as she flailed around trying to somehow escape without any sort of real plan apart from pure struggle. All of a sudden, desperation kicked in and she brought her pretty nails towards his face and began to claw at his face and rake his eye! Hoping the referee behind them did not have the best of angles to catch that sneak attack.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, god, the screaming. The Army remembered Ami’s voice as being like nails on a chalkboard, and he was deeply saddened to learn that it hadn't grown any deeper with time. If anything, it was worse, though that might have had a little to do with the proximity, too, as she let her siren shriek fly out when she was right next to his ear.

”Jesus, quiet down!” He gave her a good bouncing for punishment. ”You act like this is the first submission you’ve ever been. Hell, I’m pretty sure this isn’t even the first time I’ve put you in a torture rack.”

He couldn't say for sure, but it sounded like something he was apt to do, especially when she was getting rowdy like she was now. Struggling, squirming, fighting him all over the place, making this so much more difficult than it had to be…

And there came the scratch, slashing at his eyes, should’ve seen it coming. Army cried out, both in pain and anger, and hurled Ami off, hurling her away as he staggered forward and rubbed his face. ”For fuck’s sake, really? You are more of a pain in the ass than any person has a right to be, Ami!”

[Teenwrestler]

There was no denying the fact that, going past all the nastiness and attitude, there was a competent wrestler behind all the facade. Oh but she was most definitely still quite annoying, as most wrestlers would agree. It was all part of the persona, a bratty princess who was entitled as they get and when things did not go her way- she would throw a temper tantrum. A part Ami knew quite well how to play. It seemed to be working too as Army seemed to get quite annoyed by Ami's incessant screaming and shrieking. Perhaps it even served as a distraction, as Ami trashed around and eventually launched a dirty sneak attack to rake Army's handsome mug.

Army would hurl the supermodel off him and she would land on her feet behind him, briefly checking her nails for any damage while clutching her lower back with her other hand. Ami grinned mischievously while brushing her hair back and laughing sadistically a bit. "Oh? Are you trying to charm me now? Don't tell me you've fallen head over heels for me!" she mocked, taking his words as compliments rather than an insult.

Ami would sneak behind him, giving him a harsh kick to the back of his left knee once and then twice, trying to force him down to one knee. If her plan worked, she would grab a fist full of his hair and then jump up on his shoulders, sitting on top while wrapping her legs around his neck for a figure four headscissors. "Ah yes, you're much better off as a piece of furniture to sit on, rather than an opponent". she mocked, gripping his hair tight to yank his head back while squeezing her legs around his head.

"Give up. Before I make this even worse" she coldly said.

[BlackAkuma]

Even through the haze, Army could hear what Ami was saying, though he couldn't make any sense of it. She had somehow turned his words into a compliment, which made absolutely no sense to him, but…whatever. Maybe she got complimented so rarely that she didn’t even know what getting a real one was like. ”I know you can’t see back there, Ami, but I’m rolling my eyes over here.”

He was about to turn around and face her again, when a kick cracked him in the back of the knee and knocked him off kilter. Another followed soon after, forced him down, and her legs wrapped around his neck in the moment and caught it tight as she took a seat on his shoulders.

All while she barked down at him, for maximum annoyance.

”Not happening…” Despite him saying that, he had to admit, she had him good at the moment, as her legs powered down on his skull and made it tough to get in a good breath in. For now, all he could do was grip her thighs and pull, trying to alleviate the pressure, but that was only going to work for so long…

[Teenwrestler]

Being annoying was indeed a compliment for the supermodel, which is what she was trying to be when facing opponent's such as Army. Her plan was to keep him annoyed, frustrated and angry at all times as a counter measure of not being able to match him in strength. She had to rely on brains rather than brawns. After cutting him down to size by getting him down to a knee, Ami would soon hop up on his shoulders and wrap her lovely yet strong legs around his head and neck for a painful figure four head scissor submission.

"Ohoho! Not happening? You mean not happening...just yet!" she said before clenching her fists tight and smacking it against the top of his head a couple of times to keep him stunned. The referee quickly intervened, admonishing the supermodel for using a closed-fist punch. "What? Tch, fine! Okay okay" she would bicker with the referee before turning her attention back to Army.

"You know, you should honoured! Most guys would do anything to be trapped in between my legs like this!" she mocked before attempting to twist her body to one side, attempting to go for a headscissors takedown to bring Army down to the ring canvas and transition the submission move to a classic grounded headscissors.

[BlackAkuma]

Needless to say, as a guy who often fought women, Army found himself in more headscissors than he would ever care to count. Pretty normal stuff, and while Ami’s weren’t the worst he’d ever suffered in, they were far from pleasant, either - tight, constricting, painful. She was strong below the waist, and she absolutely could knock him out if he didn’t do something and do it fast.

He grunted as he took the shots to the face, but that wasn’t a big deal - taking hits like that were something he was used to, and mere taps when you considered the slugfests he was famous for. What was more worrying, however, came next.

He felt her twisting around, looking to bring him to the ground, the exact last place he wanted to go with her thighs around his head. She came close, too, before he hammered his foot to the floor, spread his legs out wide, and created a solid base, halting her in mid-motion. He stood there, close to tipping over for an awkward moment, before he swung back around, fell back, and tried to smash her into the canvas with an Electric Chair.