Ami Takeuchi vs "Johnny" Higurashi

Her initial struggling and complaining didn't bail her out of trouble, but when her pretty polished nailed raked her opponents eye, she was let down on her feet almost immediately.She took a few seconds to massage her back but when she saw Johnny rubbing his eye and staggering forward she quickly moved forwards and wrapped her arms around his waist and begin to squeez him, pushing his back against her body as the supermodel tried to squeez as hard as she could in a reverse bearhug.

"Arrghhhh gruughh..GIVE UP" she shrieked.

Johnny's eyes burned as he staggered and he knew that if Ami had gotten away with that one, that he'd definitely be in trouble. When her lithe arms wrapped around his, Johnny assumed he might be in for a suplex. Maybe even an atomic drop. Really, if she could manage to lift his bulky frame, there was any number of things she could do to him.

However, the LAST thing he expected was a bear hug. As her arms tightened around his hard body and her own curvy form molded against his, He couldn't help but... laugh. Especially when she demanded he submit.

He was sure she was squeezing with all her might but Johnny couldn't help but almost be embarrassed by his own laughing. "Dude!" he said and grabbed her wrists, trying to forcibly pry her arms apart with his strength.

"My wife HUGS me harder than that!" He said. It was true. He was married to one of Friction's top girls, Taylor Parker. She was rough and tough in the ring and she didn't exactly go easy on him in the bedroom either. An affectionate hug from her was practically rib crushing. If this was Ami's tactic, she woefully underestimated something in her equation. Whether it was her own strength, Johnny's or an unknown variable, Johnny didn't know. All he knew was he'd probably do more damage to himself by laughing at her effort. Still, it kept him from really focusing on pulling her arms apart.

Ami was behind her opponent, her arms wrapped around his waist and her teeth gritted as she kept squeezing but to a no avail. There was no way she would be able to lift him up, so it was a more of a waistlock than a actual bearhug. Still, Johnnys laughter and taunting fumed the supermodel. Her cheeks flushed red in anger as he blatantly made fun of her, bursting into a slight fit of laughter. This infuriated the supermodel so much, that she just wanted to knock this bastard down somehow.

"Arrghhh uurghg! S-STOP LAUGHING PUNK" she yelled out, losing control. She shifted a bit to move out of the referee's sight so she could raise her knee up between his leg from behind to sneak in a low-blow. If that was successful, she would attempt an extremely sloppy german suplex, just trying to tilt him to the side and throw him down on his side as it was unlucky she would lift him up and over her.

Johnny was close to prying Ami's hands free from him now that his gigglefit was over and he could focus. Really it took little effort but he was soon thwarted when a sneaky knee blasted his jewels, causing Johnny to double over in pain and release Ami's hands from his grip.

Doubled over, Ami managed to lift Johnny off the ground enough to cause him to be "suplexed" as they fell onto their sides. Johnny landed with a thud and continued to rub his hands between his legs. Damn, why did crazy bitches always have to go for the balls!?

"Nnngh, shit..."

It took a sneaky lowblow to take Johnny off his guard, Ami then slammed him down on his side in a sloppy suplex but atleast she managed to get him down somehow. "Aww, did I hurt your man-hood? Dont worry just stay still...." she mocked him as she pushed at his shoulder to get him down on his back, before pinning him.

"One..." the referee said as he slapped the ring mats once.

"Guuuh... damn bitch." He growled as she pushed him onto his back. His jewels still ached but he was by no means out of commission. He shot his hand up before the two count even hit and scowled at Ami, glaring at her with how close they were.

"Dude, you're gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than punch me in the balls to beat ME! That shit hurts but if you think it's going to do anythin but piss me off, you're wrong! So tired of bitches tryin to punch me in the dick because they can't fuckin wrestle!"

Johnny didn't even realize it but his hand was slowly reaching towards Ami's neck and when he finished his rant, he lunged at the girl to try and clamp his fingers around her throat.

"Damnit! NO! H-how?" the supermodel exclaimed as she was amazed at Johnny's resilience, kicking out before the count of two even after she gave him a cheap shot in the balls and suplexed him. His shoulder forcefully shoved up into her as he broke the pin, glaring at Ami as the two looked onto each others eyes in the pin.

Her eyes widened and she "gulped" a bit in fear as Johnny ranted on, seemingly getting serious with his opponent until suddenly *GACK* he darted in towards Ami and grabbed her neck in a choke. "Uuughhh nnmm C-choke! REF REF!" she started to squeal while her hands went up to his hands to try and pry them off.

Johnny knew the choke was illegal but he also knew he had five good seconds to clamp it down. He used that time to try and force Ami on her back and mount her. He squeezed for the last few seconds the ref counted and raised his other fist in the air, threatening to bash her pretty face in.

"If ya can't wrestle then stay outta the ring." He growled as he looked down at her, their noses almost touching. When the five count hit, Johnny pulled his hand away and sat up to show the ref that he wasn't choking anymore. He then threw his balled hand down as hard as he could and punched his fist into the mat right next to her ear as he looked down at her with a hard stare, trying to intimidate the naughty supermodel.

Chills ran through the supermodels spine as she was seeing a completely different side of Johnny, blatantly grabbing her neck in a chokehold while shoving her down on her back as he mounted her and looked down on the almost frightened supermodel as she struggled for words when he shook his closed fist at her face. "N-no not the face, I-I have a photoshoot after this...*Cough* l-let go already" she moaned while wriggle under him, with their noes rubbing a bit.

The referee continuing to count, she was hoping he would get counted out and get Dq'ed but he let her go right before five, then bringing his fist down next to her ear on the mat, making it seem he was aiming for her face. Ami let out a loud squeal as she closed her eyes and brought her hands up in defense to protect her pretty face.

Johnny stared at Ami until the girl covered up her pretty face and practically begged. Johnny then smiled and lifted himself off of her, spreading his legs and hovering over her for a moment before pushing up to a hunched position.

He grabbed one of her arms and then yanked, grabbing her hair with the other arm as he pushed her between his thighs, clamping down tightly and trying to reach out and grab onto her lycra shorts to try and firmly hold her in place.