Super Beach Brawl!

Once again, Ami locked in that sleeperhold and it was almost De'Javu. "Hmm, I wonder where I saw this before? OH!- silly me, that's right. In our our last!!. she said in a cute voice before tightening her arms around his throat as hard as she could. If the boy had learned from his past mistake's he would avoid getting down on his back because the last time he tried that- he ended up in a body scissors too.

"Hehe see everyone, Ngghh...H-his bark is much worse than his bite" she said while patting his head with her other arm. Yamato was struggling and bucking into her quite alot, making it difficult for the supermodel to hang on. Ami frowned when she couldnt quite get a strong grip due to all his struggling and before she could wrap her free arm around his throat for an added pressure in the sleeperhold, Yamato sned a hard elbow strike into her ribcage to stun the mode. "Urghnmm...damnit" she cursed.

She didn't release her hold though, her arm was still around his neck but the intensity in the sleeperhold was far less than before, this allowed Yamato to wrap his arm around her head from his behind and bent forward, flipping Ami over his back and onto her back. *THUD*. "Guh, Ow" she cursed, as a grains of sand stuck to her back and hair.

Another choked cough came from Yamato’s mouth as Ami tightened her arms around his throat, annoyance also building in him as the model tauntingly pat his head. Though the supermodel’s arms were slender, their grip was much stronger than they’d make you think. A fact Yamato wasn’t happy to be reminded of, especially so early in this impromptu bout.

But though Yamato wasn’t exactly the brightest wrestler around, he was definitely capable of learning from his past mistakes. And that clearly showed here as the young man avoided repeating the near catastrophe that had happened in their last match, by flipping Ami over his shoulder and dumping her onto the sand. He took a moment to massage his neck with his hand, before crouching down and pulling Ami up into a sitting position.

From there, Yamato would then wrap his arms around Ami’s neck with a sleeperhold, using the exact same hold she had just held him in. “Heh. Still think my bark’s worse than my bite?” he taunted with a grin while squeezing her neck with his arms.

Ami might have underestimated Yamato, it certainly seemed that Yamato was smart enough to brush up on his wrestling skills and learning from his past mistakes. Yamato might have been lacking in the technical department but certainly had strength and that was evident when he effortlessly fling the featherweight model over his back and down onto hers, to which she let out a loud girly moan.

Yamato was quick to capitalize on his advantage when he shifted Ami to a sitting position and kneel'd down behind. From there he worked his way to a sleeperhold of his own, wrapping his strong manly arm around her neck and squeezed her hard. The supermodel was now getting a taste of her own medicine, his arm tightened around her neck as he really poured on the pressure in his sleeperhold making Ami gag and struggle for breath.Ami's eyes widened in shock, her legs kicked the sand while her hands scratched at his forearm "*Cough* uuhmmm l-let go" she commanded him.

After a while of struggling, her hands went down to the sand and got buried in the sand a bit when she pressed down. That gave her another devious idea! Since she wasnt going to power out of his sleeper, she cupped her palms in the sand to catch a good fistfull of sand before bringing her hands up as if to punch him in the face but opened her palms at the last moment to strike his face with her palm and shove that fistfull of sand in his face.

It definitely felt good to have Ami trapped in a sleeper for a change, especially with this crowd of people watching. And true, Yamato wasn’t going to be in line for any “technician of the year” awards anytime soon, but his strength was making up for it now. With Ami grounded like this, she wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, as her attempts and struggles for freedom failing, Yamato almost thought he might score an early submission soon!

But while the older Ishii sibling had managed to learn from some of his past mistakes, it didn’t change the fact that he was clumsy and naive. After already getting sand kicked in his face once, not to mention being on the receiving end of a low blow in their last match, one would think Yamato would’ve easily noticed the excellent opportunity Ami had to fight dirty once again. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. But didn’t. And as a result, Yamato suddenly got a palm slammed right into his face, as well as a fistful of sand.

“Gwah!” he shouted out, immediately releasing the hold and stumbling back onto his back on the sand. “Ugh! That damn sand again!” he shouted in frustration while frantically trying to spit the sand out of his mouth and wipe it from his face.

Ami just loved to use as many dirty tactics as she could think off, I mean- she was only leveling things up! After striking his face with her palm and making him eat a fistful of sand, she slowly got back up on her feet and dusted some sand off her body. "Hah! I gues you AREN'T such a good learner after all boy" she smiled as she looked around for some other stuff.

Her smile turned into a devilish grin when she saw a soda cup with lots of ice in it. She walked over there and drank the soda, making sure there were about 4-5 cubes of ice left in the cup. She then walked over towards Yamato and grab the waistband of his shorts to stretch them and then pour the ice cubes in his crotch. "Chill dude" she laughed on her own lame joke.

Whatever his reaction, the supermodel would then proceed to grab his hair and pull him back up on his feet, after which she would hook her arm around his head and try to buck his body into her hip to try and take him down on his back as she attempted a classic snapmare move.

“Ugh! Shut up!” Yamato barked back at Ami as he continued brushing the sand out of his face and eyes. Never before had he appreciated the concept of rules and a referee in his life, yet unfortunately neither were anywhere to be found here. And the devious supermodel was making the absolute most of it.

Finally he got enough sand out of his face to be able to see a bit, right at the moment Ami was pulling the waistband of his trunks. “What are you-- AGH! COLDCOLDCOLDSTOPSTOP!!!!!” he shouted out as the ice cubes were poured right into his trunks, frantically kicking and flailing about while trying to get them out.

The small crowd was certainly enjoying it much more than Yamato, and laughed up a storm at his unfortunate situation. But Ami kept on the attack as she pulled him right back up, only to flip him over with a snapmare. “Gah!” he shouted as his back crashed onto the sand. The sand was definitely softer to land on than the ring was, but that fact didn’t do a whole lot to make the impact comfortable, especially considering Ami was standing right over him.

The supermodel stood right behind Yamato's head. Looking right down towards his eye and giving him a wink "That should cool off Yamato Jr" she let out an annoyingly cruel laugh with her palm open infront of her mouth.

Ami wasnt done there, she then sat down on her butt behind him, her long legs stretched as each leg pressed down on one side of Yamato's shoulderblade. During this, the supermodel stretched forward and grabbed both of Yamato's hand and stretched them back over his head towards her. Ami then began to press her heels down on his shoulders while pulling his arms upwards towards her to really stretch out Yamato's body.

"Ahhhh this is so good, I dont even have to get on an exercise machine now" she laughed as she leaned back more to really stretch his arm while pushing down on his body

The only thing as unbearable as the ice in his trunks had been was Ami’s jokes. And that evil laughter that followed didn’t do anything to help either. But unfortunately for him, bad jokes were by far the least of his worries, as Ami sought to take advantage of his prone state.

And the next thing Yamato knew, a pair of feet were pressed into his shoulder blades, and his arms were grabbed and painfully wrenched back toward the supermodel. “Aaaaggghhh!” Yamato shouted out in agony, kicking and squirming about in Ami’s clutches as she stretched him out.

The casual taunt from Ami that followed only further affirmed just how bad Yamato’s situation was. The super model seemed to be toying with him at this point, and still the young man was struggling to find a way to freedom. For the moment all he could do was keep squirming against the pain, trying to pull his arms out of Ami’s grip. "L-Let go, dammit!"

"Aww wook at dat swilly boy trying to get fwee" she mocked him in an accent as people started to giggle and chuckle in the crowd. His legs kicking the sand, dusting it off everywhere as Ami continued to arch back and stretch his arms backwards while pressing down on his shoulders.

After a while of keeping him like this, the supermodel then pushed her legs off his shouders and instead coiled her legs around his neck, crossing her ankles with each other as she turned the stretch hold into a more deadly submission! The figure-4 scissor hold. She still had his wrists captured as she began to really squeez his neck, making sure he struggled for every breath he tried to take.

A wicked look came on her face as her eyes were fixed on Yamato's body. "COME ON BOY, ADMIT IT. You like my legs coiled around your neck! GIVE UP" she yelled, tightening her legs and giving her legs a bit of a shake to jerk him around.

This was embarrassing. Yamato knew Ami had some prowess with technical wrestling, but being stretched out like this while being taunted by the supermodel and giggled at by the onlookers was humiliating. But try as he might, the young man couldn’t find a way out of Ami’s hold.

And things only went from bad to worse, as Ami’s feet suddenly stopped pressing on his shoulder blades, only for her legs to wrap themselves around his neck to synch in a figure four headlock! This was the exact same hold she had used to make Yamato submit in their last meeting, and it was obvious he fully recognized the danger, as his desperate flailing only intensified the second his head was trapped between her legs.

Soft and smooth as the supermodel’s legs were, there was absolutely nothing comfortable about his situation, as the vice like hold on his neck strangled him like a python while she shook him around. Choked gasps left his lips, but that was the only sound the young man was capable of making. Yamato desperately tried to yank his arms free from Ami’s grip, and if successful with either one would start pounding away at her thigh with his fist in hopes of forcing her to release him. But if he couldn’t escape, then it was almost certain the first win would be going to Ami in the very near future.