Ami Takeuchi vs "Johnny" Higurashi

It was a wise move, on part of the supermodel, to roll away straight after the impact on her belly. She had her arms around her waist while attempting to get the ropes for a break and a minute to rest up and catch her breath. Johnny, however, was well aware of Ami's tactic and straight away went to grab her legs and began to drag her back to the middle of the ring.

"W-wha? Nnggghhh Let GO! and stop calling me DUDE" she said wildly kicking at her opponent, hoping that her boots somehow strike his chest, face or whatever it needed to in order for Johnny to let her go, otherwise she'd be in deep trouble to say the least.

Johnny managed to drag Ami to the middle of the ring but she was quite the wriggler. Ami managed to get free. Johnny shrugged, she should probably have just let Johnny pin her.

The silver haired boy took a few steps back and aimed a soccer kick at the sexy supermodel.

Despite all her struggling,trashing and wild yet aimless kicking at Johnny, the male wrestler managed to drag the featherweight supermodel towards the middle of the ring. All that wriggling made the supermodel quite short of breath, as she remained down on her back in the middle of the ring and panting a bit.

*THAWK* A loud smacking sound echoed a bit as his soccer kick struck her rib, the supermodel moaned out loudly in pain, while clutching her rib and shifting down to her belly.

Johnny watched as Ami rolled, satisfied with the kick as she moved onto her belly. He then took quick strides and stood over her. . The silver haired boy leaned down to slip his hands around her waist and haul her up to her feet with his powerful arms. He wasn't trying to stand her up though. Instead, he was looking lift her lithe bod all the way off the mat and over him, trying fro a solid German Suplex.

Ami was quite winded out and exhausted, she kept panting out heavily as a thin sheen of sweat glistened off her body, she was still down on her belly and was struggling to get back up and in the match.

The supermodel tried to get back up, on all fours but as soon as she did she felt her opponents strong arms wrapped around her waist as he began to pull her back up to her feet, then all the way off her feet and fling her behind him in a perfectly executed german suplex.

*THUD*

Her head bounced off the ring mats a bit, after the impact of that German Suplex."Ahhhhh-ow-ow-ow, Mnnhgghhh NO! Sc-screw this..*cough*" she whined and complained in pain and frustration. The brute strength of her opponent was proving too much for the young supermodel, who was finding it hard to come back after her initial moments of dominance.

Ami laid sprawled, hands and legs spreaded as she was down on her back. Her perky breasts heaving up and down as she panted, back aching in pain.

Johnny wasn't going to carry things on any longer than he needed to. Whatever skill Ami possessed, didn't seem to match up to well against Johnny. He rolled do his knees and then laid his chiseled form on top of the supermodel, hooking one leg and pinning her.

"One!"

It would seem wrestling upclose against a cute supermodel wasnt going to phase Johnny at all, he was looking pretty comfortable in wrestling against a woman. After nailing her with that german suplex he quickly went for the cover, pinning her down. "TWO" the referee slapped his mat on the ring mats.

The supermodel pushed up, trying to force her legs up and kick out before she could get pinned down for the three count.

"Damn!"

johnny cursed under his breath when Ami kicked out. Still, he WAS sort of glad the match wasn't over yet but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try and finish it with another hold.

Johnny trolled up to a standing position and reached down to grab Ami's hair and pull her up, trying to slip an arm around her leg and lift her up onto his shoulders so he could hold her in a fireman's carry.

Sweat trickled down her body as she kicked out of the pin somehow, it was a close call and she couldnt afford any mroe slip ups like that, otherwise she'd get pinned for the three count next time for sure.

"Owwww owww Hair! HAIR PULL STOP" she wined, complaining on Johnny's hair pulling. The supermodel was hoisted up on his shoulder in a firearms carry, she kicked her legs wildly and tried to bring her hands up on Johnnys face to rake his eyes and pinch his noes, whatever she could do to somehow to catch a break.

Johnny ignored the hair pull cry as he hoisted Ami up. He doubted the ref was going to disqualify him and it wasn't like he was just trying to yank it out. Maybe if she didn't like it, she should cut it short. As well as he could, he hefted Ami in the fireman's carry and even with her squirming he knew he could hold her in THAT position almost all day.

Unfortunately, what he could not do was withstand an eye rake and when her pretty nails jabbed into his eye, Johnny howled and dropped Ami almost instantly, bringing both hands up to his face as he staggered forward.

"Gaaah! Shit, man!"