Jett Ortega vs Riff Simmons

The cameras catch Riff Simmons in the Weekend Wrestling ring, feather boa draped across his shoulders, snapping selfies like the rock star he claims to be. But in the background, Jett Ortega, fedora tilted just right, vest gleaming, is busy doing the exact same thing. When the two finally notice, egos collide. They trade jabs about each other’s looks, offer unwanted “advice” on how to take a proper selfie, and before long, the insults turn into strikes. What follows is a battle as vain as it is vicious, with both men determined to embarrass the other—and document it along the way. Cameras are whipped out mid-match, each man snapping humiliating shots of the other in compromising positions, proof that their opponent was the lesser man on this day.

The action is as dirty as it is theatrical. Ortega claws at Simmons’ ribs in a punishing abdominal stretch, chokes him with his own boa, and grinds him down with a camel clutch, scissors, and a cruel groin stretch that has the rock star howling. But Riff fires back with a suplex, a guillotine choke, a single-leg crab, and even stomps right into Ortega’s lower abs, savoring every strike. The boa becomes both weapon and humiliation tool for both men, as it’s wrapped, tugged, and pulled tight in moments of dominance. Every move is exaggerated to maximize pain and humiliation for the camera, and every hold dragged out to prolong suffering. When the dust settles, it’s not just about who wins—it’s about who looks best doing it, and whose humiliation gets immortalized in the other man’s photo reel.