Yamato Ishii vs Ami Takeuchi

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Yamato had the supermodel where he wanted her. He was in control, Ami was down, and best of all, he'd given her a good taste of her own medicine. And as Yamato began guiding her up, he thought about what to do next.

Should he launch her into the barricade? Should he send her arm crashing into one of the steel posts as she'd done to him? Or maybe he should use his strength to lift the featherweight up and slam her down onto the lightly matted floor. Lots of possibilities, but unfortunately none of these would come to fruition.

The supermodel's hand then suddenly came to crash right into Yamato's crotch. "Gwah!" he gasped out, instinctively bringing his hands over his groin as he dropped to his knees before her, leaning over with his forehead pressing on the ground right at Ami's feet. And because of Yamato's positioning, the ref couldn't see the model's dirty tactic being put to use. The fans who saw what happened began to boo, but it wouldn't change the fact that Yamato was once again at the mercy of the pissed off supermodel.

Yamato's groin had been introduce to a world of pain with that shot. And now he was helpless on the ground as Ami's boot crashed into his skull, rolling him onto his back.

He was already in pain, but now the room seemed to spin around him after the kick to his head. Yamato hardly even knew where he was as Ami rolled him back into the ring. "Ugh…" he groaned, bringing a hand up to his aching head. But he then began grunting in pain as the model grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out to the center of the ring.

Yamato then felt a pair of smooth legs coil around his head and neck, which then began to painfully squeeze the life out of him. "Aaaggghhh!" he shouted, flailing his arms and legs desperately in an attempt to escape. Ami's legs might not have been extremely strong, but their tight hold on Yamato's head only added to the throbbing pain caused by her kick moments ago.

Desperately, he tried to roll himself back to the ropes to free himself once again. However, he was starting to fade. And her gentle petting only seemed to add to the lack of air in further lulling him toward unconsciousness. If Ami was able to prevent him from making it to his destination, it seemed all but certain Yamato would be bound to suffer the same fate the model's brother had at Mariko's hands.

'Mmmmph!" Yamato yelled out, his voice muffled by Ami's hands as she placed them over his mouth and nose. His air supply was already short, and this was only making things worse for him.

And try as he might to move toward the ropes, it was all for naught as the model just dragged him right back to the center of the ring and continued squeezing his head and neck with her legs. Muffled, agonized shouts continued to emit from Yamato's mouth, and he brought his hands to her thighs in what would be a futile attempt to pry them apart.

But once Ami piled on even pressure to the hold it was more than Yamato could take. His limbs began to flail about furiously as her legs constricted squeezed against him. "MMMMPH!" The pain in his head was excruciating, and he couldn't breathe. The young man's vision had started to go blurry, and he knew he was going to pass out soon. Not wanting that to happen, Yamato reluctantly began tapping his hand against Ami's thigh, submitting to her hold.

Yamato of course wasn't pleased with the fact that he was surrendering, but at least he'd finally be released from this hold. Or at least, that's what he thought. But to his surprise, Ami didn't let up on the headscissor even after he tapped out.

When she moved her hands off of his face, Yamato began gasping for air. However with Ami's legs still tightly constricting around his neck, it was almost impossible to get take in any air, especially with the model also pinching his nose. She was now basically strangling the young man with those sexy legs of hers.

"I…give! I give!" he said, the words barely even managing to make it out of his mouth as he began repeatedly slamming his hand against the mat. He couldn't bear the pain or the lack of air any longer, but he didn't have the energy to fight out of his predicament. He just continued tapping in hopes that Ami would finally release him and end his suffering.

Winner: Ami Takeuchi via Submission

The bell finally rang, and Yamato immediately began gasping for air as Ami released her hold and let his head drop to the mat. There had been a few points where he'd managed to hold momentum for himself in the match, but for the most part he had been completely dominated by the model. But at least it was over…or not.

Yamato had hoped Ami had forgotten the little challenge they'd made at the beginning of the match, but as she stood next to him and removed her boots, it was clear that wasn't the case. Worn out from the beating he'd taken in the match, Yamato could only lay there and watch as the supermodel's foot descended onto his face.

It didn't smell as awful as he expected, and her foot felt really soft as it rubbed on his face. The experience might not even be all that terrible, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't exactly have a foot fetish, and was being forced to do it against his will in front of thousands of fans. But he also knew things would probably go much more smoothly for him if he just did as he was told.

So, Yamato reluctantly opened his mouth and began to lick the sole of Ami's foot as she continued to rub it over his face. Occasionally he placed his lips against her foot to kiss it too. It was humiliating for the young man, but he continued worshiping the model's foot for as long as he needed to, hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later.