Yamato Ishii vs Ami Takeuchi

Standard match won via pinfall or submission

Yamato was stretching and warming up backstage as the time for his match drew near. He knew virtually nothing about his opponent, but he was excited for the chance to make up for his rather humiliating debut in which he'd been thoroughly dominated throughout the majority of the match. But he felt certain the worst had already come to pass. And now it was time to try to prove he had what it took to hang with the rest of the Tension roster, starting with his opponent today. "Alright, Yamato. You've got this. Just go out there and show everyone how awesome you are." he said to himself, trying to get himself pumped up.

Finally, Yamato heard his music play, and a bright grin formed on his face. "Alright! Lets do this!" he shouted, before rushing out onto the entrance ramp and looking out among the cheering crowd. He was still new, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd never get used to the feeling he got when he stepped onto the stage in front of thousands of people. It was an indescribable rush, which only caused the young Japanese man's smile to brighten even more as he made his way down the aisle, high-fiving several fans along the way before hopping up onto the ring apron and stepping through the ropes.

He then climbed up onto the middle rope of the nearest corner and threw both fists up into the air, and for a moment more basked in the sight of the cheering crowd. But now it was time to get focused, and so he hopped back down off the ropes and stood patiently in his corner as he waited for his opponent to make her entrance.

The supermodel was getting alot of attention these days, why wouldn't a hot supermodel turned into pro wrestling would?. Matches with Alaina, Johnny and now Yamato back to back.Granted the first two were more known to the AFW but now she was pitted against some random new guy. She thought she could get a easy win by tussling with this new guy.

She was in her private locker room getting ready to wrestle. She had already taken a shower and was now busy changing into her wrestling gear. Putting on her lycra sports bra, which hugged her C cups nicely then putting on her power blue lycra wrestling briefs which covered her ass nicely. Finally, she put on her leather wrestling boots and puffed up some light make up on her cheek and lip balm on her lip, finishing touches with some black eye liner.

"Alrighty, time to teach this new meat a lesson. *Muah* Not to mess with a supermodel" she winked infront of the mirror while pouting. After getting a knock on her door to signal that it was her time to go on to the arena. She grabbed her glittery robe and hung it around her shoulders before waiting for her music to cue, when it did, she brushed past the curtains and walked down the ring rope ignoring the fans.

The supermodel entered the ring, upon setting up on the steel steps and bending down before entering the ring. "Well well, I heard about you. You're that guy who got embarrassed in his first match? You're also the brother of that skank who beat my brother" she hissed, stomping her boot down onto the ring mats firmly in anger. "Well....its time for some redemption. When I beat the crap out of you, you're going to be worshiping my feet. YOU should feel privileged you dog" she said proudly as she flicked her hair back behind her ear and took up a wrestlers crouch position, bringing her hands up while glaring at Yamato.

Yamato watched as Ami made her way down to the ring in her flashy robe. But it wasn't until she entered the ring that he was able to get a good look at her. "Whoa, this one's a cutie…"

He'd then intended on politely wishing her good luck, but it seemed she wasn't in the mood for sportsmanship as he listened to her. "That was just one match. I won't let things go that bad this time!" he said, but the supermodel's next comment that he would be worshiping her feet initially puzzled him.

"Huh? Why would I… Wait, are you saying Mariko…" then it hit him, and he realized what must've happened when Mariko and Ami's brother had squared off. Yamato then couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Oh my god, that's priceless! Must've been humiliating for him, huh? Hate to break it to ya, but I'm not gonna let you do the same to me so easily!"

And with that the bell rang, and Yamato mirrored Ami's stance while moving toward the center of the ring, then lunged forward to try to lock his arms up with the supermodel's.

The supermodel did notice her opponent check her out, which was natural judging by how cute she looked in her wrestling outfit."Heh, all guys in tension say the same thing. You're not going to find your footing for a long time mr.jobber" she taunted back at him as they exchanged some light banter between each other. The supermodel, did however, get ticked off when he laughed out a bit when he got to know it was her brother that lost to Mariko and was forced to worship her feet.

"Hmph, laugh all you want punk. I'm going to even the fucking score when I make you do the same. I'm going to avenge my family name by beating the hell out of you in this wrestling match" she hissed at him as the two circled each other around for a while. After the bell rang, it was Yamato who lunged in first and Ami only feigned in the lunge as when she got close enough she would raise her knee up into his belly to catch him by surprise. Hyyyaahh!"she shrieked.

If that worked, Ami would then try to wrap her cute biceps around Yamato's doubled over body and lock in a side headlock, crushing his face against the side of her C cups and squeezing her biceps around his face.

Yamato's decision to try to start this match with a simple lock up proved to be a mistake. As he lunged forward, it seemed Ami was going to do the same until her knee instead smashed into his toned stomach. "Ugh!" he gasped, instinctively doubling over.

The supermodel immediately then applied the headlock, squeezing Yamato's head while pushing his face up against the side of her breast. The contact against the soft orb caused a tint of red to form on his cheeks, but the pain and discomfort of the headlock quickly jolted him back to reality. For a woman smaller than him, he was quite surprised with how much force her little arms were able to apply to the hold.

"Whoa, this chick must really be pissed…" he thought to himself. Attempting to free himself, he began to hammer his forearm into Ami's side. If that wasn't enough to make her release him, he'd continue striking at the supermodel while trying to use his strength to move forward and drive her back into the ropes.

Ami began to lock in the side headlock and the two walked around in circles a bit in the ring, the supermodel tensed her cute bulging biceps as much as she could while keeping the headlock in tight and secure. She looked down on him and saw him being flustered by being so close to the side of one her breasts, she rolled her eyes and increased the pressure of the headlock while hissing down onto him. "HEY! Watch it you perv" she said as she attempted to bring her thigh into his mid section.

She was stopped dead in her tracks when Yamato began to strike his forearm into her sides, making sure to get in a couple of good strong strikes,forcing the supermodel to release her opponent and stagger back away from him while favouring her side, rubbing and massaging them to ease the pain. "Oww Oww...Y-you brute! You'd hit a girl?!?" she said in a shocked, yet sarcastic, tone as she got some distance between them.

"I'm not a perv, dammit!" he said as he struck Ami's side with his forearm. He couldn't deny being in that position wasn't all that bad. After all, it's not every day a supermodel pushes your face into her breast. But he still had to focus on trying to win the match. And fortunately, his strikes were enough to push the supermodel back and make her release the headlock.

Yamato then snickered at Ami's next comment. "Oh please. That was nothing. And weren't you going to 'kick my ass?' How's that working out?" he said tauntingly, before running toward the supermodel. Once he dew near, he would attempt to throw his arm out to clothesline Ami to the ground. Although, with a reckless charge like this, there was certainly a chance he'd made his attack a bit too obvious.

The supermodel backed up into a corner, playing possum somewhat as she clutched her mid section and gripped the ring ropes to the side with one hand, "Uuhhnnn owww" she moaned out loud as she watched Yamato intensively with the corner of her eye. As soon as the male wrestler rushed out with his arm extended for an attempted clothesline, Ami would use her grip on the ring ropes to the side to quickly tug on it and nip to the side to spin away from the corner, watching Yamato's body ram into the corner turnbuckle.

Once he got whacked face first into the corner, the supermodel would creep in behind and wrap her arms around his waistline and begin to squeez him from behind in a waistlock, her crotch pressing against his butt while her breasts being flattened against his muscled back. As she began hissing in his ear "Arghnmmm its working out pretty well actually, Hrrnnghhh"

Yamato foolishly thought he had the supermodel right where he wanted her as she backed into the corner, and charged right at her. Unfortunately for him, Ami saw this coming from a mile away and pulled herself out of harm's way, leading to Yamato crashing face first into the top turnbuckle. "Oomph!" he grunted, holding a hand over his forehead as he stumbled back.

Too dazed from the impact to notice where his opponent was now, Ami was then able to sneak right behind the brunette and wrap her arms around his waist and began squeezing, causing Yamato to wince a bit in pain. Though, having her so tightly pressed against him wasn't exactly such a terrible feeling.

"Tch. We'll see about that." he replied, before bringing his hands down to her wrists and attempting to pry them off of him. Once again, though, the supermodel surprised him with how tightly she was able to squeeze his abdomen with her smaller arms. Still he wouldn't give up, and grunted as he continued trying to overpower his opponent to pull her arms away from him.

The supermodel began to squeez her slender arms around her opponents waist as tight as she could while her body pressed up against his back tightly. "I hope you're not enjoying this you freakin Perv" she hissed while bending her knees a bit to lower her center of gravity, to apply more pressure to her opponents waist when squeezing him a bit.

" " TSK, Na-uh. Not a chance mister" she said when she felt his arms going around her waist, to try and pry her arms off his waist. She quickly released the waistlock and began to wrap her arms around his neck in a sleeperhold. Quickly changing tactics, to make sure Yamato was kept well busy in constantly thinking about ways to be on the defensive and not offensive. The supermodel leaned forward on his back while squeezing her arms around his neck to cut off his air supply. "Mmmmm feeling light headed alright? wana tap?" she sneered.