Super Beach Brawl!

It was a hot sunny Sunday, a perfect day for BEACH DAY!. Even for Ami, this was a chance she couldnt miss! It was not only a chance for her to enjoy a bright sunny day on the beach, get a tan, play some volleyball, eat outside and just splash around in the water or catch a wave BUT it was also a chance for the devious supermodel to flaunt her divine body to all the onlookers in the beach to bask in her divine beauty and figure. The supermodel Takeuchi left no chance go pass by her, where she would get a chance to show off.

Sunday was a busy day for the beach, lots of people off from work plus no one could ignore such a bright sunny day and alot of people were around the beach, doing their own thing. Some where buried under the sand, some catching  the waves, swimming, some just here for the tan and some just having a good time and eating. It was hot and sunny, lots of umbrella shades were around and a couple of lawn chairs here and there.

The beach! :

Ami was in one of the changing rooms, she was busy getting ready to WOW the crowd. She had beachwear ready and stuffed in her dufflebag along with other stuff like sun tan, flip flops,shades and other stuff. The supermodel stripped out of her regular clothes and began to change into her beach attire. "*Giggle* Oh gosh, everyone will be Soooo JEALOUS! I mean just look at me, I'm irresistible!" she said as she pushed her chest out and using her hands pushed her chest in to form a good cleavage while pouting. She was wearing her orange bikini top with blue strings and a sporty navy blue bikini briefs with lighter blue edges around the edges.

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She tied her hair in a ponytail and finally moved outside. As she walked along the beach, she could feel the hot sand under feet. "Ow,Ow,hot hot! Oohh wait-thats just me! Muahahaha!" she joked as a couple of people stared at the stunning supermodel. A couple of people started to whisper in each others ears, about the identity of the famous supermodel while others were just stupefied with their jaw dropped.

After a while of walking and showing off, she had a diet soda from the vendor and when she finished the drink she decided for some activities. The supermodel joined in a couple of girls playing beach volleyball. After a good five minutes of an intense volleyball game, one of the opposing girls overhit her serve which instinctively Ami tried to back up and catch the ball anyways, as she backed up and went out of the beach volleyball court to grab the ball- her back slammed into someone! "Urgh! Ow, Watch where you're going you idiot!" she hissed, rubbing the back of her head as she turned around to see who the jackass was.

There hadn’t been a ton of breaks in the action for Yamato Ishii since coming to the AFW. He’d hardly been there a couple months, if that, but he’d already competed in several matches. Not that he was complaining, though. He absolutely loved the rush of stepping out to the ring to compete in front of thousands of fans, not to mention the fact that he and Mariko would soon be doing so in a match for the Tag Team Championships. Still, the few breaks that came his way certainly didn’t go unappreciated, especially considering his record. As much as he loved wrestling, sometimes it was just nice knowing that having beautiful women kick your ass on national television wasn’t a possibility to have to deal with.

He’d already had a good workout the day before, and still had more than enough time over the coming days to prepare for the finals of the tag team tournament. So, what better way to spend his day than to head out to the beach? And that’s exactly what he decided to do. Mariko had opted to go to the gym again and train some more, but the older of the Ishii siblings had put on his sunscreen and his black and yellow swimming trunks and headed out to the beach as quickly as he could.

“Alright! Time to kick back and have some fun!” he said as he arrived on the beach, immediately heading out onto the sand and making his way straight toward the water. And suddenly...*Bang* Someone crashed into him, throwing Yamato off mid-stride and causing him to topple over in the sand. “Agh!” he shouted out as he fell, before laughing as he quickly pulled himself up and turned around to face the person who bumped into him.
“Eheh. Sorry about that. I just-- Oh, great. It’s you...” he said, his bright smile quickly shifting to an annoyed grimace as he saw Ami. He certainly hadn’t forgotten the humiliation the supermodel had put him through not long ago when she not only made him tap out, but then forced Yamato to worship his feet in front of a sea of onlooking fans. Not exactly his fondest memory thus far in the AFW. “Hey, you’re the one who ran into me. Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” he said, now deciding he’d rather not be the one apologizing here.

Innocently backing up into someone, she was still harsh in her words as she blindly insulted whoever it was that bumped into her. She heard a familiar male voice apologizing as she turned around to see who it actually was, the volleyball in her hands and pressed against her chest. "Oh,great. Its you!" she sarcastically said while rolling her eyes at him, ironically even Yamato said the same thing almost at the same time. She remembered Yamato from one of her AFW matches, his sister beat Daisuke so she avenged him by beating Yamato and making him her personal foot-worship boy.

She dropped the ball and gasped, her left palm covering her open mouth with her eyes wide open as she, being the drama queen that she is, dramatically said "ME!?! Moi? Apologize to you? Pfft! for what? she said, relaxing her dramatic pose and grinning back towards him, looking at him straight in the eye with her hands on her hips. "Listen you..." she continued while pointing a finger at him, during this time the other girls who were playing volleyball came around. "Hey whats wrong Ami? did you get the ball back-Oh?" they said as they saw her talk to this cute guy. "Friend of yours" they giggled. "HIM- my friend? haha yeah right. Heeeeeee is actually my footsie boy. He likes worshiping my feet and licking it clean- I dont blame him though, my FEAT are a divine thing and they should be worshiped. All this,because I beat him in a wrestling match"she giggled, wanting to belittle Yamato infront of a small crowd.

Yamato rolled his eyes at Ami’s overly dramatic, sarcastic response. Clearly the model’s attitude hadn’t changed one bit since their recent match, not that Yamato had expected any different. Still, this was one of the few days off he’d gotten since coming to AFW, and Yamato wasn’t about to let Ami ruin the vibe for him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.” he said, waving a hand to brush off the woman’s words while starting to turn to head further down the beach.

But then the other women, who Yamato could only assume were friends of Ami (though how a person like her managed to have any friends was beyond his comprehension), made their way over. And before the young man could make it clearly known he and Ami weren’t friends in any way, shape or form, the supermodel did that herself. But in the process, she also decided to tell them all about how she’d humiliated Yamato in the ring. A person with a more level head would have let it go, but that wasn’t the case for him.

Yamato’s teeth grit in irritation with each word that left Ami’s lips. And right after she finished, he decided to fire right back. “Oi! We both know the only reason you made me do that to your disgusting feet is because you were bitter about my sister making your brother her little bitch.” That caused more than a few surprised faces to form on the women with Ami, but Yamato wasn’t done yet. “And if you hadn’t hit me in my damn crotch, I would’ve won that match.” he said confidently.

Ami was proud of the way she carried her self. She was arrogant, self centered, narcissistic and even a bit of a bitch but that didn't matter to her at all because she LIKED the way she was and therefore never felt bad of treating people the way she did. She figured everyone would have a big laugh, at the expense of Yamato, when she opened up old wounds and tried to embarrass the young Tension star infront of her friends.

Speaking of friends, when you're a rich and somewhat famous model- getting friends is a piece of cake, although most of her "friends" were due to her money and status rather than being her true genuine friends but to Ami, it didnt matter one freakin bit.

Ami didnt expect the guy to talk smack back to her- after all the humiliating things she said about him, but he still managed to hurl some insults at the supermodel, her smirk soon disappeared as she had a more stoic look on her face when he mentioned her brother being Mariko's bitch and then he further went to state that she won just because she hit him below the belt. To this accusation, the supermodel shrugged her shoulders and tapped her barefeet in the warm sand before pointing at his crotch "Ohh, you mean that thing huh? Hmph....fine" she said, thinking to her self a bit before continuing on. " It seems I should be giving you another lesson then,since you are lucky enough to catch me on a free schedule...I am going to KICK your ASS, right here....right now. I hope you dont mind getting sand in your shorts BOY"she said, moving closer towards him and giving him a gentle flick across the nose as she finished her sentence.

The crowd around her grasped, two AFW tension stars wrestling here? the people were getting a treat! A wrestling match without them having to pay for tickets.

What had started as a day simply meant for some fun at the beach had taken a turn as Ami threw down the gauntlet. And in front of a small crowd, no less. What was the older Ishii sibling to do? He still had a chance to walk away, or at least try. It might’ve been the honorable thing to do, but Yamato didn’t want to risk being made to look like a coward.

And if he still had any doubts about throwing down with Ami here and now, they were quickly done away with when the supermodel stepped up and flicked his nose. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Yamato took a few steps back to get a little further away from the surrounding people before giving his response.

“Bring it on. You wanna go? I’m right here.” he said, before holding up a single finger. “One condition, though. Lets make it best two out of three. You’re gonna need more than one little fluke this time.” He then motioned toward himself with his finger, as if daring the supermodel to come right at him.

It seems that Ami's taunting wasnt enough of a push to drive the older Ishii sibling to accept her challenge, however a light flick of the nose was enough to somehow enrage him or give him the courage to accept her little gauntlet. Yamato stepped back away from the supermodel and added a stipulation of his own. Ami listened to it carefully and then gave him a sinister smile. "Two outta three huh? Giving your self an insurance policy eh? Fine by me!" she hissed as she adjusted her bikini top and bottoms.

"Oh, now its on" she grinned when he motioned her to come at him, almost daring him. There was no referee, no rules, perfect for the devilish supermodel. The people gathered around the two wrestlers, looking very excited for the bout to begin. Ami then lashed out at Yamato, as she got close enough towards him she kicked out at the sand as hard as she could, trying to fling some sand on his face and hopefully his eyes to distract him.

Yamato looked at the sinister smile which formed on the model’s otherwise pretty face, remembering everything that had happened the last time he’d seen that same expression. But this time would be different. He could feel it. And with the extra stipulation he’d added, Yamato felt like his odds just might be better this way.

The one major issue was the lack of a ref to make sure Ami didn’t try to fight dirty. And that’s exactly what the supermodel did as she approached. Thinking she was about to throw herself right at Yamato when she lashed out, Yamato crouched and braced himself for impact. But instead he found himself getting faceful of sand.

“Gah! Dammit!” he cursed, immediately starting to stumble around blindly while bringing his hands up to wipe the sand off his face and out of his eyes. “Should’ve seen that coming...” he muttered to himself, as the cheap distraction gave the supermodel more than enough time and plenty of openings to work with.

Yamato should have seen this coming, the supermodel had no problem bending the rules and he should have learned that when she low-blowed him despite the fact there was a referee present during that time. She stepped in and kicked sand in his eye's to temporarily stun him and leave his guard completely open. "Aww, whats the matter? cant see-I'm over here. No,over here" she teased him as she kept slapping his head from one side, then quickly going over to the other to give him another slap.

The girl posy giggled while the neutral spectator boo'ed the supermodels cheap tactics. Ami, then quickly nipped behind Yamato and wrapped her arm around his neck to lock in a quick sleeperhold to get the early advantage over her opponent. She leaned her body against his back, consequently her firm breasts pressed up against his mid-back as she leaned her body onto his back to apply as much pressure as she could in the sleeperhold. "Dont get KO'ed here- because when you get up, you'll have a major unwanted tan- perhaps even a sunburn" she playfully teased him as her cute muscles tightened around his neck.

Each slap to Yamato’s head only served to further annoy the young man as the supermodel taunted him. “Ugh! Shut up!” Yamato barked back, blindly and wildly swiping his arm out at her, but hitting nothing but air. His other hand continued to brush and wipe away the sand from his face. But by the time his vision had all but returned, Ami had already moved to take advantage of his situation.

Opening his eyes, he saw no one in front of him besides the girls that were there with Ami. And suddenly, an all too familiar feeling took over Yamato as Ami’s arms coiled around his neck with a tight sleeperhold. “Gwah!” he choked out, his face contorting in reaction to the pain and discomfort while his hands flailed about before coming to Ami’s arms in an attempt to pry them off.

Yamato had practically been forced to tap out to this same hold when Ami had applied it in their first match. And now he was already trapped in her clutches again. Definitely not the start he was hoping for. Remembering how bad things had gone when he’d attempted to lift her onto his back and slam her down last time, Yamato elected to try something else this time around. An elbow flew back a few times toward Ami’s side. And if she didn’t release him after that, he’d then reach an arm up and around the back of the supermodel’s head, before leaning forward and attempt to flip her over his shoulder and onto her back on the sand.