Super Beach Brawl!

“Heh. We’ll see about that!” Yamato said with a confident grin as he watched Ami pick herself back up off the sand. He could see just how ticked she was just by the look in her eyes. If he wasn’t careful, he’d likely be in for a world of pain and humiliation in the very near future. She was both a talented and very sadistic wrestler, after all.

However, at this moment caution was a concept that completely eluded the young man. He was still riding off the excitement of making someone tap out for the first time, especially considering in the process he’d been able to get back at Ami for the way she’d humiliated him. And while the angered look should’ve registered as a danger warning, it instead only prompted more laughing and taunting from Yamato.

As if ignoring the supermodel, Yamato once again turned to the crowd. “Gosh! How’d I make this chick like-totally tap?” he said, mimicking the same taunting words Ami had said moments after making Yamato give up earlier, and throwing them right back in her face. The crowd laughed in response, and so did Yamato, knowing it how much it was probably annoying the supermodel.

But once all the jokes were out of his system, Yamato finally turned back to Ami and put his arms up. “Alright, lets go!” he said, feeling ready to get the final round started.

Yamato was having way too much fun at Ami’s expense following his victory in the second round. Maybe it was the obvious fury in her expression that encouraged him to keep rubbing it in, or maybe it was the laughter of the crowd that was egging him on. Regardless, one should be able to tell when the time to stop was. But Yamato didn’t. Little did he know, he was essentially demonstrating the meaning of certain cliche phrases like “playing with fire” and “shooting yourself in the foot.”

Speaking of feet, Yamato really should’ve been more weary of Ami’s by this point considering everything she’d done to him with them to this point. And as the supermodel charged, Yamato thought she would simply try to tackle him down to the sand. A challenge he felt up to putting down. However, Ami instead then took to the sky, and her soles crashed right into the young man’s face.

“Mmnh!” he grunted at the impact, which blasted him off of his feet and dropped him onto his back on the sand. That might’ve been one of the most perfectly delivered dropkicks, or at least of the ones Yamato had ever seen. And now the clouds in the sky above him seemed to start spinning awkwardly as a result of that big shot the dazed male had just taken right to the face.

The crowd had all gasped unanimously at the intense impact of Ami’s feet colliding with Yamato’s poor face. They may have been laughing along with Yamato moments ago, but the supermodel had effectively put a stop to that. The same young man who’d been confidently gloating only seconds ago was now dazed and prone on his back, with only the spinning blue sky occupying his field of vision.

He barely heard her voice as she approached, but as she came into view and stood over him, it was quickly apparent just from the look in her eyes that she was ready to do everything in her power to humiliate Yamato for what he’d just done moments ago. And once again, those feet that had already caused him so much grief to this point came into play, as Ami’s heel slammed down right onto his crotch! A huge, agonized shout resounded from Yamato’s lips as he immediately curled up upon impact as she stomped on his manhood.

Her little joke hardly even resonated with the young man, who could at the moment only think about the intense pain between his legs. But things were only going to get worse. And in his condition, there wasn’t going to be any fighting it. Seconds later, Ami had him turned onto his stomach, and Yamato felt the model take a seat on his lower back while painfully wrenching his legs back in a boston crab. “Aaagghh!” he shouted out, writhing in pain in her clutches. The final round was already looking bad for Yamato to say the least. And there didn’t seem to be any sign that things would be getting any better.

Some of the guys there might have thought Yamato lucky to be in this position, but Yamato himself sure wasn’t one of them. As if the immense pain inflicted on his poor groin wasn’t enough Ami had now turned him over for the boston crab. His chest was pushed down against the warm sand while the model pushed her rear into his back and bent his legs painfully over him in her clutches. And there was nothing he could do by shout and writhe in agony.

Fortunately, Ami then released his legs and let them flop down onto the sand as she remained sitting on his back. Or at least, it would’ve been fortunate had it not been for the sinister intentions on the supermodel’s mind. Still, Yamato just panted and laid still under her, unable to do anything else. His body jolted lightly as she smacked his rear, causing the small crowd to laugh as they watched. It was a simple taunting measure, but it just further affirmed to everyone who was dominating who.

Shortly after Ami finally climbed off of his back, he felt her grab a handful of his hair. “Agh!” he grunted, wincing as he was pulled up by his hair. The words that rang from Ami’s lips sounded exactly like what she’d said after defeating him in their first match. And he had a bad feeling things weren’t about to turn out any better for him this time than they had that day...

The small crowd that had gathered was absolutely loving seeing Yamato being tormented at the hands of a beautiful supermodel. Even without the stomp to his groin, it would’ve been very unlikely that he would’ve been able to put up much resistance after that intense dropkick. The kick to his crotch, dirty as it was, was more of an exclamation point to show him and everyone else just how screwed the young man was. And he had honestly been very close to tapping out once Ami put him in the boston crab. She may not be the cleanest fighter, but there was little question that she had not only outwrestled Yamato in this final round, but had almost effortlessly demolished him in the process.

And now as she brought him to his feet, he could do little more than stand there as she held him like a puppet, breathing heavily as his body tried to catch the breath it had lost. He felt too tired to lift his arms in defense, and could only watch as Ami licked her palm before smacking it right across the cheek, causing his head to whip to the other side at the impact.

That wasn’t the kind of thing you do to wear an opponent down. That slap just showed how helpless and crushed Yamato was. Anything she wanted to do to hurt or humiliate him further, there wasn’t a single thing he’d be able to do to stop it.