Yamato Ishii vs Ami Takeuchi

Yamato had rolled back into the ring, panting as he came to rest on his back just after going under the bottom rope. "Shut up! …This is nothing!" he said in between breaths in response to Ami's taunt, trying to downplay the extent of the injuries the supermodel had inflicted.

From the corner of his eye the young man saw his vengeful opponent circling him, like a tiger stalking its prey. Grabbing a hold of the ropes, he slowly pulled himself up to his feet. He could feel her sinister intent just by looking in her eyes, and knew how much trouble he'd be in if he didn't turn things around quickly.

Yamato leaned back against the ropes for a brief moment, before bounding off of them, using them to help propel his momentum forward as he sprinted toward Ami. And once he closed the distance, he would attempt to drill his shoulder into her stomach with a spear, hoping to tackle the supermodel to the mat with the move.

Both wrestlers re-entered the ring, and it seemed like round two was about to begin!. The supermodel circled her opponent around, Yamato was seemingly left frustrated as Ami was giving him a wrestling lesson at the moment. "Hah how rude, thats no way to talk to a cute supermodel"she winked at him as she closed the gap between them after circling him around a bit.

Ami ignored the fact at his leg position and the fact that he was grabbing the ring ropes, soon Yamato used the ropes as leverage and launched himself at the supermodel, his shoulder sticking out and aimed at her gut as he speared into her! "Oooouffffffffff!" she moaned out, knocking some wind out of the supermodels lung.

*THUD*

Ami's back slammed against the ring mats with Yamato on top of her, as he connected with that spear right on the spot. "Uuhhh B-bastard! Owwgmmm" she moaned, short of breath.

Yamato heard a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd as he connected with a spear form seemingly out of nowhere! However, there was a problem. When delivering the spear, the clumsy fool had used the shoulder of the same arm Amy had just sent crashing into the steel post moments ago.

And so as Ami collapsed onto the mat, Yamato gasped as pain shot through his arm. He rolled off the supermodel, bringing his other arm to cover the injured one for a moment. "Agh! Dammit!"

But then his eyes suddenly shot wide open as he realized a golden opportunity was lying only a few feet away from him! "Crap!" he shouted, knowing he might have wasted valuable seconds. Picking himself back up and lunging right over to Ami, he aimed to splash down stomach first on the supermodel, and if successful would then quickly try to hook one of her legs for a pin while laying across her torso.

The supermodel got rammed in the belly, she went down on her back and wrapped her own arms around her waist as she kicked the mats in frustration and pain. Luckily for her, Yamato used his injured shoulder to spear her and as soon as he hit the supermodel with that spear, he clutched his own shoulder and rolled away from Ami.

This gave the supermodel a bit more time to recover and think about a strategy to get back in the match, from the corner of her eye she saw Yamato got back up on his feet and walk gingerly towards her and soon as he got close to her he leaped up high for a belly splash. Ami was quick to react, and as soon as Yamato leaped up she rolled out of the way and watched her opponent come down on the ring canvas, missing his target.

The supermodel got back up on all fours, blowing some strands of her sticking to her face, before crawling towards her opponent for a quick pin, hooking his legs up high while her back was pressing against his shoulders to pin them down. "Hah too slow bozo" she taunted as the referee counted " One.....Two....".

Yamato's mistake proved to be rather costly once again, and his attempt to crash down on top of the supermodel instead resulted with him colliding with the mat. "Agh!" he shouted, rolling onto his back as he tried to catch his breath.

Ami now had an opportunity in front of her. And unlike Yamato, she wasn't about to let it slip by so easily. His legs were hooked and lifted up, practically folding him in half as his opponent laid her back across his shoulders for the pin. Yamato was winded, but still conscious, and was fully aware of the referee's count as it reached "two."

As the hand was coming down for the three count, Yamato grunted and attempted to buck his torso up to push his shoulders off the mat and break the count, hoping to push Ami off of him as well in the process.

This guy was strong, but it looked like he was lacking in the technical department of wrestling as he made some amateurish mistakes. After missing his target and kissing the mats, Yamato turned over onto his back which allowed Ami to go for the pin as soon as he rolled over onto his back. The referee got to a two count but the resilient Yamato quickly kicked out, shoving the featherweight model off him easily.

"Urgh, damnit! Stay down you...." she hissed as she got back up on all fours, stroking her wet hair back a bit as she slowly began to get back up to her feet before her opponent can. If she was successful in getting up before him, she would quickly sprint towards him for a soccer kick aimed at his ribcage but if Yamato got back up before Ami, her guard would be open for any attack he could come up with.

Yamato had managed to keep the match alive by breaking the pin and pushing Ami off of him, which seemed to further frustrate the supermodel. "Heh… You wish…" he replied in between breaths, panting somewhat as he laid on the ground.

He may have saved himself from defeat for the moment, but he couldn't waste too much time relaxing. Still, fatigue was showing in the young man, and even getting back up at this point wouldn't be the easiest of tasks. He began trying to push himself back up, and then *BANG!* The supermodel's boot slammed into Yamato's ribs!

"Gaah!" he gasped out, collapsing right back down as a sharp pain surged through his torso. Yet again, escaping one predicament the relentless supermodel put him in only resulted in more punishment for Yamato as he laid on his side, covering his ribs with an arm.

Ami managed to strike his ribs as hard as she could with that soccer kick, *THAWK* a loud smacking sound echoed a bit as her boots kicked his side. Ami let out a satisfying chuckle as she looked down on Yamato who was down on his side. She once again opted to taunt him a bit "Aww did I hurt you again? Shoo Showiee" she mocked before kicking him in his back to make him roll over onto his belly.

Once Yamato would be shifted to his belly, the supermodel would attempt to sit on the small of his back and grab both of his hands, trapping them over her knee. Ami would then lean forward and try to cup her hands around his chin and pull back, stretching him body like a C as she applied a camel clutch. "Nnnggghhh! COME ON! SUBMIT" she hissed out.

As much as Yamato wanted to tell Ami to shut up while she taunted him, her kick had winded him, making it a bit difficult to muster any words at the moment. He was able to grunt in pain once again, however, when the supermodel kicked his back, causing him to roll onto his stomach.

As he then felt Ami sit down on his lower back, Yamato was inwardly relieved he was facing such a light opponent. But just because the supermodel wasn't heavy didn't mean she intended on letting him stay comfortable down there under her, a point she soon proved by putting him into a camel clutch. "Aaaaaggghhh!" grunted out in pain as she stretched him back.

With Yamato's ribs and arm hurt, this was really a perfect way for Ami to capitalize on the damage she'd inflicted thus far. "N-No!" he shouted in defiance. But he knew he was running on fumes here, and if he stayed in the hold much longer he would have no other choice but to submit. So he attempted to pull his good arm off of Ami's thigh, and would then try to use it to claw his way toward the ropes. All the while, he only prayed his foe wouldn't do anything to stop him, still fully aware of what the consequences would be if she managed to force him to submit.

Ami clutched the hold on perfectly and as tightly as possible. Her teeth gritted as she kept cranking up the pressure on his back when pulling him back. Sweat dripping down from the supermodels body while trying to get a submission from the new tension guy. "Grruughhh! G-give up you stubborn bastard" she hissed.

The referee was close to the action, making sure whether or not Yamato was ready to give up. Cleverly, Yamato wiggled free his good arm and used that to press his palm onto the ring canvas and drag them forward. Thanks to Ami's featherweight, Yamato was easily able to squirm on his belly and drag them to the nearest rope. Ami knew he was going for the ropes, but her position was so that she couldnt do much about his strategy. She tried to keep her weight pinned down on his back but he still was able to get them near the ropes and grab them for a rope break. "SHIT! NO" she said, shaking her head refusing to let go

"One....Two.....Three...." the referee started to count for a DQ, Ami let go of the submission at three and stepped away from Yamato, stomping her feet on the ring mats in frustration.