Yamato Ishii vs Ami Takeuchi

Yamato felt fairly confident he'd be able to use his strength to his advantage in order to escape Ami's hold. But the supermodel wasn't about to give him that opportunity, and suddenly transitioned into a tight sleeper hold, with her arms constricting his neck and cutting off his air supply. "Shit!"

He'd been put to sleep by his sister with holds like this more than a few times before, and knew he could be in serious trouble if he didn't escape soon. "N-no!" he choked out in response to Ami. Although, he was already starting to get a bit drowsy from the hold. And so he reached back and tried to hook his arms under the supermodel's legs, before attempting to lift her up off the ground. If he managed to do this, Yamato would then fall backward, attempting to slam Ami down to the mat in hopes of forcing her to release the sleeper hold.

Ami began to lock in the sleeperhold as tightly as she could, leaning on her opponents back while keeping the sleeperhold firmly locked in around her opponent, making sure her arm is coiled around her opponents mid neck. She could feel her opponents struggle wither away after each passing second, Yamato was feeling light headed and the supermodel was ready to pounce on the victory.

"SSSHHHHH....Yeah, thats right. Time to sleep" she whispered, using her free hand to stroke her opponents hair playfully. Ami felt her opponent clutching her thigh as he tried to raise it a bit to dis-balance her, then quickly dumping his body behind to go down and take the supermodel down with him. Ami went down on her back, with Yamato on top, however this allowed Ami to quickly bring her legs up a bit and coil them around her opponents waist for a body scissor, her sleeperhold grip loosend up a bit but she tried to tighten it back in to apply a combo of submission moves!"Nnngghhh You should have just tapped....Arruughhhmmm" she grunted.

The second Yamato slammed the supermodel down, he began coughing as her arms loosened around his neck. This also allowed him a brief moment to breathe. But unfortunately for Yamato he hadn't done as much damage as he'd intended, and this allowed Ami to wrap her legs tight around his waist and reapply the pressure of the sleeper hold, now trapping him in a rear naked choke.

"Agh!" he grunted out as he struggled to fight his way out of the hold, which really looked more like he was just comically flailing about in panic. It seemed his efforts to free himself a moment ago had only put him in an even worse position, and he could just picture Mariko facepalming and shaking her head at his stupidity.

He'd come into this match full of confidence, but now seemed to be on the verge of suffering possibly the quickest defeat in AFW history! And as if that fact wasn't embarrassing enough, he still remembered what Ami had promised to do to him if she won. Still, tapping out so and being released form this devastating hold was starting to sound really good, especially as he once again started to feel his consciousness slipping away.

He raised his hand, and came oh so close to tapping it against Ami's thigh to surrender. But somehow, Yamato then managed to convince himself to keep trying to fight back. Turning onto his side, he began trying to drag himself toward the ropes, with Ami still on his back and choking the life out of him. Each inch traveled felt more like a mile, but he kept grunting as he continued trying desperately to make it to the bottom rope and keep the match going.

Ami was absolutely loving her dominance at this point, she had this boy right where she wanted him and Yamato was just making things easier for her. She wasnt the strongest of wrestlers, but she relied more on her technique then strength, carefully using both holds to choke the life out of her opponent. If he wasn't going to tap out now, he was going to pass out soon. That was just fine for the supermodel, although getting him to worship her royal feet would be harder that way!.

She could feel her body starting to sweat a bit as it grinded against Yamato's, his struggling had started to slow down after each passing minute in the hold and Ami just kept up on the pressure. "What are you thinking HUH? Just give UP" she shrieked a bit in his ear, increasing the pressure while putting emphasis on her words. She could almost feel it, him tapping and him worshiping her feet when his hands were raised up above her thighs, her face had a sick smile on her face as she licked her lips. However, instead of tapping, Yamato began to gather his second wind and began to roll towards the ring ropes, dragging both of them towards the nearest bottom rope. It wasnt a hard job to drag such a featherweight and soon Yamato squirmed towards the ropes."Damnit"Ami hissed, refusing to let go initially, until the referee began his count, he got till three before Ami released her opponent.

"Alright,alright I let him go already, geez" she said, raising her hands above her head to the referee before turning around to Yamato and giving him a hard stomp to his ribcage.

After what felt like an eternity of struggling, Yamato finally managed to drape his arm over the bottom rope. Still, he had to endure a few seconds longer as Ami waited until the ref counted to three to release him form the devastating choke hold. The second he was free, Yamato began to cough violently as he struggled to catch his breath.

But Ami wasn't quite done yet, and the stomp on his ribs sent a sharp pain through Yamato. "Agh!" he gasped, immediately moving his arms over his ribcage on instinct. He couldn't believe this supermodel had already worn him down so much. The match was only a couple minutes old at most, and already he was out of breath! But it wasn't over yet, and he knew he had to keep fighting.

First, he needed to regroup and catch his breath. So instead of immediately trying to get back up, Yamato rolled under the bottom rope and let himself fall outside of the ring. Only then did he grab a hold of the ring apron and pull himself back up to a knee, still practically gasping for air.

Ami had been getting better and better after each match, her training had being off paying and it was showing in this match against the new boy. After dominating her opponent in the early stages, Yamato finally managed to catch his breath by getting to the bottom rope and finally getting a breather between the, seemingly, agitated supermodel.

The referee came in between Yamato and Ami, she was looking to rain down a couple of more stomps down to his ribs, but he had the ropes and the referee did his job to intervene. "What? I just want to help him up! I'm not gonna hurt the boy toy" she said to the referee in a cute voice, but Yamato had already rolled outside the ring at this point. Using the ring apron and ropes he got back up on his knee.

The supermodel then began to sprint towards one set of the ring ropes and bounced off them, sprinting back towards that side of the ring where Yamato was kneeling outside. He was down on one knee, his face and shoulder blades a clear target for her, when Ami came close enough she would attempt to do a baseball slide aimed at his face, as the supermodel attempted to take the fight outside the ring.

Outside the ring, Yamato felt relieved to have a moment to get his wits about him and recover from the pure beatdown Ami had given him thus far. Alas, the supermodel had no intention of allowing him the rest he wanted. And little did he know he'd once again given his opponent an excellent opening.

"Damn…" he muttered. "I need to turn this thing around quick or--" Smack! The sole of Ami's boot slammed right into Yamato cheek and sent him backward, and he winced in pain as he crashed ribs-first into the steel barricade. "Agh!"

He hadn't counted on the supermodel taking the fight to him outside the ring. Another costly miscalculation on his part. Again he slumped to a knee, bringing a hand over his aching ribs. And again, he found himself in yet another vulnerable position if Ami chose to keep coming after him.

Ami didnt look much like it, but she was a bundle of surprises to those who seem to underestimate her. After getting the drop on her opponent, Yamato's face got to kiss the supermodels boots while he staggered back until his back slammed against the barricade, forcing him down onto his knee and favouring his side, protecting his ribcage.

Meanwhile, the supermodel got back up on her feet very quickly and walked towards Yamato. Flicking her hair back as she just stood infront of him, glaring at him for a few seconds. "WHAT? You thought wrestling a supermodel would give you a good easy win? YOU THOUGHT I WAS A JOBBER? HUH! DID YA?" she screamed at him, going absolutely berserk for a second as she grabbed a fistfull of his hair and yanked him up to his feet, Ami then began to grab his left arm with both of her hands and attempted to whip Yamato in towards one of the corner steel posts, in hopes that his shoulder smacks against the steel post.

Meanwhile, the referee had been counting both wrestlers out reaching till the count of 4 at this point.

Yamato hadn't gone into this expecting an easy win. But still, if he'd made a list of all the things he thought might happen to him today, getting his ass handed to him by a supermodel certainly wouldn't have been on it. Still, that's exactly the situation Yamato now found himself in, and he was too focused on the pain in his ribs to even think of a response to the words Ami screamed at him.

Although, it didn't seem she was in any mood to allow him time to respond anyway, and Yamato winced in pain as Ami grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up. She then grabbed hold of his left arm, and the next thing the young man knew he was speeding right toward the steel post at the corner of the ring. Unable to stop himself in time, his right shoulder slammed into the post, and he dropped right to the ground from the impact.

"Aaaggghh!" he groaned out in agony. First his ribs and now his arm, Ami's offensive was picking him apart bit by bit. And at that moment, Yamato heard the referee's count reach 6. "Shit!" he shouted, suddenly realizing he needed to get back in the ring. Grunting in pain as he moved, Yamato reached out and grabbed a hold of the ring apron, then slowly tried to pull himself back up so he could climb back into the ring.

The match was getting more intense, after the initial tussling inside the ring the match had spilled outside the ring. Ami targeted her opponents ribs and now his arm, the referee had reached till a 6 count and it was by then Yamato decided to roll back inside the ring. "Aww did I hurt your wittle arm?" she said in a teasing manner, pouting and with her hands on her thighs and knees bent.

She followed suit, rolling inside the ring after Yamato. "I told you, its going to be pay back time" she hissed at him, her eyes locked at his positioning as she began to slowly circle her opponent.