Super Beach Brawl!

As much as Yamato was in shock, the supermodel could hardly believe what he managed to make her do. She was disgusted, embarrassed and just plain pissed off at Yamato now. What was more frustrating for her was the fact that he posed over her butt, tapping her butt with his foot and flexing his biceps as the crowd laughed over on the supermodels sandy situation. "Uuughhh y-you'll pay for this Yamato" she groaned before Yamato gave her some space to get back up on her feet.

The supermodel got up on her knees then slowly back up on her feet, dusting the sand off her body and hair while massaging her sore back. She had a very pissed off look on her face as if she was ready to just beat the hell out of this boy for publicly humiliating her.

"OH- we'll see about that boy...." she said in a very serious tone. She adjusted her bikini top and bikini bottoms as she got ready for the final round. The sun was shinning down on their bodies and it was truly a warm day, her body was getting a light tan and was sweating a bit too. "Looks like I'm going to find another ball to play with" she smirked as she kicked the nearby volleyball away.

“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 mocking Ami in her own accent was the last straw. The already fuming supermodel just got ticked off, she was like an active volcano ready to erupt. However, one thing she couldnt do right now was afford to make a mistake and give Yamato the upperhand. He was stronger than her for sure and it was made evident when she couldnt brush him off of her in the camel clutch. Another mistake like that, could easily turn the tide of this fight into Yamato's favour and he could pick up an unlikely win.

"Grrrrrr....ARGHH WAAHH!!!"the supermodel suddenly yell out loud as she began to sprint towards Yamato. She was quick on her feet and had quite the sprint speed and acceleration in her, she quickly wanted to close in the gap between them and when she could close enough, she would attempt to leap up high and attempt a dropkick. Her body was positioned horizontally in the air with both her bare feet aimed at his jaw.

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 supermodel was looking for some revenge, she was going to get it no matter what and a crowded beach wasn't going to stop her from trying to humiliate the young man. She could already foresee some of the things that she would want to try but she had to get Yamato down and tire him out first.

The supermodel screamed while sprinting towards her opponent, Yamato did the same as both wrestlers ran towards each other but Ami won that duel when she leaped up in the air and her feet smacked against Yamato's lower jaw to send him down on his back, on the hot sandy terrain. After hitting her target, Ami too went down on her back as the sand stuck to her sweaty body a bit but Yamato was worse off in the impact as he was dazed while looking up in the clear blue sky while the supermodel was already making her way up on her feet.

"Hmph, now you're mine" she said, flicking her hair back before moving towards him. She stood right infront of his legs with her hands on her hips before raising her leg and bringing it down on his crotch, her heel striking his crotch as she really meant to get some payback. "Oops thats no soccer ball" she giggled with more lame jokes.

She would try to, then, grab at his legs and tuck them under her armpit before trying to turn him over on his belly and sit on the small of his back, trying to lock in a boston crab submission.

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.

The crowd were a little disturbed with that heel kick to his crotch, but a few fetishy pervy boys were discussing among'st themselves that they had wished it was them wrestling her and that Yamato was a lucky guy- however there was nothing lucky about being struck like that over there and especially the painful submission that would follow.

Ami kept arching her body backwards while pulling his legs back, her body weight was thrusting down on his mid back to really push his body into the warm,soft sand. "Oohooo this is too easy, I'm not done with you" she grinned before releasing his legs but still sitting on his back. She gave his butt a smack before getting off him and moving towards his head, she bent down and grabbed his hair to pull him up on his feet.

"Whooos a good boy? yes you are" she mocked him as she pulled him up by his hair.

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 supermodel wanted some payback and making the crowd laugh on Yamato was one of her ways to get her revenge. After striking his crotch, the crowd was treated to some more giggles as she slapped his butt. "Nice ass" she giggled to really get the crowd on her side. The boston crab really did the damage and it showed him that Ami just wasnt about dirty tricks, the supermodel really did have some skill in her arsenal- its just she thought using dirty tactics speeds up the process of winning.

As she hauled Yamato back up on his feet, she kept ahold of his hair and used her grip to tilt his head sideways a bit, the supermodel licked her palm before unleashing a stinging slap right across his cheek to really shake the poor guy up- she still wasnt done with him yet. She wanted to do something BIG to finish him off.

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.