Super Beach Brawl!

Ami really meant business when she wanted to. She might act all gigglish, girly,ditsy and clueless but she had a devilishly cruel side to her when she was in the mood. If you weren't prepared to take the supermodel seriously, she will make you regret it!

After turning it into a figure four scissor, Ami really begin to lean back while her leg muscles really bulged against his neck, tightening her hold as much as she could. The warm sun was factor, Ami was sweating alot too as working out under sunny conditions always takes that extra bit of stamina from anyone.

"Aww- what's the matter you're not sayi-oh shit!" she exclaimed when his left arm slipped free, as soon as his left arm got free, the supermodel grabbed his right arm with both of her hands to make sure his right arm doesn't break free.

"Sneaky arent'cha? Ow,Ow,Ow oww s-stop that! what kind of a man Ow,Ow....hits a girl?" she pouted, while her face was visibly wincing in pain. She tried to stretch his right arm while still squeezing- if he did not tap now, she would have to release him as his punches were did a number on her legs.

Yamato could feel the life being choked right out of him by Ami’s gorgeous legs, a feeling he was unfortunately all too familiar with by this point. He managed to get an arm free and began hammering away at one of her legs, but she still held him nice and secure in her clutches.

His face was starting to turn blue from the lack of oxygen, and his punches growing weaker and weaker with each passing moment. And as if that weren’t enough, Ami took hold of Yamato’s right arm and began to stretch it out in addition to crushing his neck with her thighs!

Ami may have been on the verge of being forced to release her hold, but Yamato was so close to slipping out of consciousness that he simply couldn’t muster the strength to keep punching the supermodel’s leg. And being knocked out was one of the last things he wanted to let happen to him, especially when they were only in the first round. Deciding to save as much of his remaining strength as he could for the next round, Yamato’s punches ceased, and he reluctantly began tapping Ami’s thigh to surrender the first round. He just hoped the model would actually heed his submission and let him go, knowing she could easily decide to just ignore it and choke him out if she wanted.

Ami leaned forward, she was still wincing in pain for a while but as she continued to squeeze his head, the pain in her own legs starting to ease up as Yamato's punches turned weaker and weaker. She smirked as she looked down on his face, it was almost turning blue/purple as the poor guy was hardly getting any air in his lungs, soon he had to choice but to tap. "Aww, is that it? you give up- seriously? you sure? positive? 100%? allllriiiighhttttt" she girlishly said as she released her legs from around his neck and rolled off him, getting down onto her knees infront of his head as she played with his hair a bit.

"Good choice, I mean if you hadn't tapped, I would have been forced to put you out and the HEY- you might have gotten a tan or even a sunburn" she giggled as she got back up on her feet, moving towards his side to put her barefeet on his chest and pose over her. "Hehe gosh! how did I make this guy like-totally tap? I must be stronger than I look huh?" she said to the crowd, being an air head.

She then slid her feet from his chest down to his belly and dangerously near to his crotch, just to tease him a bit. "Still two rounds to go Yammy, we might not need a third if you're going to be on your ass all the time" she giggled as she backed up from him, adjusting her sporty bikini and dusting some sand off her body.

Yamato began to cough furiously as Ami finally released his neck from her clutches, before coming to rest on his back while gasping for air. He felt the model playing with his hair and taunting him, and he wanted to immediately smack her right in her pretty face to shut her up. But that hold had taken a lot out of him, and for the moment all he could do was stay still and try to catch his breath.

But the taunting didn’t end there, as Ami then stood and posed over Yamato with a foot on his toned chest, eliciting some giggling and laughter from the small crowd. This was now the second time she’d made him tap out to a figure four headscissor, and the second time it had led to her stepping on him like this to celebrate her victory. And as embarrassing as it was for him, it was at least a relief that he wasn’t being forced to worship her feet again.

He then felt her foot teasingly inching its way down his torso, onto his stomach, and drawing closer and closer to his manhood. It would be an understatement to say Yamato was not fond of Ami, but the contact did feel good, and drew a slight groan from him. But thankfully she backed away fairly quickly before her teasing could have too obvious an effect.

And, as much as Yamato didn’t like being embarrassed like this, Ami’s little victory celebration had given him a bit of time to recover. And once she backed off, Yamato climbed to his feet and bull rushed the model, looking to tackle her right onto the sand. “Hyah!”

Yamato wasn't offering any resistance as of yet, however Ami's constant taunting and mocking of the young tension male star was certainly a factor to enrage him enough, just so that he could get back in the fight. Although, he certainly didnt complain when Ami's barefeet brushed all the way from his chest to his crotch.

The supermodel was too busy blowing kisses and showing off her body to the spectators of the match that she completely forgot about her opponent. Her back was turned to her opponent as that allowed Yamato to recover and take his time to initiate a counter attack.

"Thank you, thank you everyone! and everyone remember, Ami-chan love's you all-OOUFFFFF GAH!" she suddenly let out a loud grunt as she felt a shoulder smack against her back, sending her straight down on her belly. The sand flew around when her body went down! Her face buried in the sand a bit as she was forced to eat some sand. "Ooogggmgmmmm! *Pha-thuew!* she started to spit out some grains of sands as he wriggled under him wildly, she was pissed!. "Gah, you b-bastard! you got sand in my hair! Nnggghh get the fuck off" she groaned.

Yamato wished someone had recorded that tackle. He’d watch Ami’s priceless reaction to being plowed face first into the sand all day long if he could, and it still wouldn’t get old. He probably would’ve burst out laughing at the sight of her struggling to spit the sand out of her mouth if the first round wasn’t still so heavy on his immediate memory.

“Yeah? Well tough shit!” he replied as she struggled underneath him. Now this was much more like it. With Ami trapped underneath him, now it was her unfortunate situation the small crowd was starting to giggle at. Now if he could just keep it that way, maybe this time she was the one getting humiliated by the end of all this.

He finally had a good chance to get some big time payback, and he damn sure wasn’t about to let it slip by. Yamato would try to sit back on the small of Ami’s back while draping her arms over his thighs, and then bringing his hands around to wrench back on her head to apply a camel clutch. “Lets see how you like this!” he’d say while pulling back on her head and piling on the pressure of the hold.

It was truly a humiliating position for the supermodel, the force of the tackle was so much that her body was literally half buried in the sand, her face thrashing about in the sand trying to spit grains of sands out of her mouth, she also got a taste of her own medicine as her eyes were burning a bit, due to the sand getting in them.

She was in a bad position, and she knew it. Even the crowd was on Yamato's side now as they began to laugh at her, at the sight of her thrashing about in the sand. "AHHH- get the fuck off me"she hissed before her hands were pulled back and draped over his thighs. The supermodels eyes widened- she knew what his plans were "NO! Nononono" she said shaking her head and her feet kicking the sandy terrain wildly.

Yamato then proceeded to lean forward and cup his hands around her chin to pull back in a classic camel clutch submission. Ami let out loud groans and moans of pain. Her hands were trying to fall down to her side from his thighs while her body was jerking left-right to somehow topple him off by dis-balancing him. Anyone who was infront of Yamato camel clutching her- would probably get a great view of the supermodel's gorgeous chest in that revealing bikini, but that was the least of the supermodels problems.

Yamato was absolutely loving this. Not only did he have Ami in nice and painful hold, but it had to be an embarrassing thing for the model to be going through. She’d just spent quite a bit of time and effort taunting Yamato as if he were nothing to worry about, and now that same man was the one torturing her with a camel clutch. Not to mention the fact that her pretty breasts were being put on a nice display for anyone nearby to see.

He couldn’t help but laugh as she thrashed around and tried to spit out the sand in her mouth. And as she tried to rock and jerk from side to side to try to throw him off, Yamato just sat back and pulled even more on the hold, maintaining his seat on her back while making the hold as painful and uncomfortable for her as he possibly could. “Aww, what’s the matter? Having a little trouble down there?”

From the laughter of the small crowd to the pained groans and moans from Ami, this was just too great. “Why don’t you just save yourself the pain, and go a head and tap?” He taunted while keeping his hold synched in. Despite the fact that Yamato had only gotten in this position in the first place because of a blindside tackle, it was still the best situation he’d been in in this entire impromptu battle, and he wasn’t about to let it go to waste so long as he could help it.

All eyes were now on the supermodel as Yamato began to really crank up the pressure in the camel clutch, her breasts stretched and she was certain she heard a few camera clicks from phones, which only infuriated her. "Nggghh freakin pervs" she groaned in pain as she managed to slide her hands off his thighs.

Her hands began to claw at the sand as she still squirmed under him.As much as the supermodel liked dishing submission moves out she certainly hated it when she was on the receiving end , especially with her having a low pain threshold. A supermodel like her was certainly not meant to be bent awkwardly.

"Guuhh,Nngggh owww...you damn bastard. Leme go..Uhhh my back" she groaned as her body glistened in sweat. After a while of being in this position, she thought it would be better to tap now and not risk an injury over an impromptu fight. "Ahhhh Ok Ok Ok, I give I give" she said, nodding her head and tapping the sand.

Yamato could hardly believe his ears. Sure he had the supermodel nice and trapped in a painful hold, and tapping out was no doubt the wise move for her. But still, Yamato had never made anyone tap out before, and his eyes widened in borderline shock as he heard her surrender. And to do it to someone who had humiliated him in the ring just felt surreal.

A second or two after she tapped, Yamato let go of Ami’s head to let her upper body flop right back onto the sand. Standing up, he lifted a foot and set it right on top of the model’s sexy rear while flexing his biceps in a dominant pose over the woman. Several in the crowd began laughing, mostly at how silly Ami looked in this situation.

“Woo! Guess it was just too much for her to handle, huh?” he said to the crowd, pressing down with his foot against Ami’s butt just to add a little more teasing to it all. It didn’t take away what Ami had done during their last meeting, but it sure felt nice to get some payback. And after a few seconds, he’d step off the model to let her back up so they could start the third and final round. “Alright, then. Looks like this is it. Ready to get your ass handed to you again?” he taunted with a grin as he waited for the round to get started.