Super Beach Brawl!

The slap was to try and shake him up, try to get a response from him to keep things going. However, it seemed that stinging slap did more damage that Ami had anticipated and had really left Yamato shaken, as he turned around to the opposite site and leaving his back exposed to the supermodel.

Ami licked her lips devilishly as she grabbed his shoulder, rather gently as she turned him to face her once more. "You know, you are pretty cute! I guess I could give you a reward for atleast making me tap once" she said as she leaned in, got on her tip toes and planted a kiss on his lips- to the astonishment for everyone and hopefully to stun Yamato with that sudden moment of intimacy.

After planting in that kiss, she took a step back "Dont get use to it , boy" as she attempted a superkick to his chin- it was all a set up for her finishing move "The supermodels charm!"

After the worn down young man was practically sent spinning with that slap, Ami's hands came to his shoulders and turned him right back around to face her again. Her words left him a bit confused, wondering just what she meant by rewarding him for his win in the second round. The thought of her giving him any kind of genuine reward for anything seemed unlikely to say the least.

But what happened next was nothing short of shocking for Yamato. The sadistic, but beautiful supermodel planted her lips right on his for a kiss! The expressions on those in the crowd showed their obvious surprise, but no one there was anywhere near as stunned as Yamato himself.

But it wouldn’t last. And almost as soon as their lips parted, Ami’s foot blasted Yamato’s chin with a massive superkick! The supermodel’s charm hit with full force and then some, and Yamato was out like a light upon impact. He didn’t even see the world spinning around him, or feel the sand against his back as he collapsed to the ground. Ami could do whatever she wanted, and take as much time doing it as she wanted. Yamato wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

The kiss not only shocked the crowd but also shook her opponent, after parting lips she gave him a wink before sending her signature kick to his chin to really knock his lights out. The young male went down on his back on the soft sand, he looked out cold!

The supermodel grinned while looking down at him, "Oh, looks like I put the guy out- myyy baddd" she giggled while putting her hands on her hips. Ami then walked towards Yamato and placed her feet ontop of his chest and maintained her pose with her hand on her hips to show her curves off to the crowd. "Alllriiigghttt, everybody now- help me count him out" she said encouraging the crowd to be on her side.

The crowd then collectively started to chant. "ONE!!! TWO!!!". Ami then looked around to her volleyball playing team "Get ready girls, you know whats next!!" she winked at the group of girls, planning something for Yamato's losing gift.

Not one bit of what was happening around Yamato even registered with him. The warmth of the sand against his back, the weight of Ami as she stepped on his chest once again, and the collective counting of the small crowd all went completely unnoticed to the older Ishii sibling.

His eyes did ever so slowly start to open again, but Yamato was still far too dazed to even know what was going on. The humiliating fact that a gorgeous supermodel was about to pin him with only her foot completely escaped his notice, and he could only remain still and let out a soft, low groan as he laid still there on the sand.

"Well, Well....looks like he isn't getting up any time soon Mmmm~" she smirked tapping her foot at his chest as the crowd counted him out. "THREEEEE" they said before erupting in a short applause and cheer for the supermodel, which she responded by doing a curtsie.

However, she wasnt done there. "Girls, I think its time we give him the special sand treatment" she winked at them before telling one of the girls something. "Julie, get me my phone from my bag there too, thanks"
she smiled at one particular girl before the rest of them quickly made there way to Yamato.

"Oooohh he's a big strong man" "Kind of a cutie" "*giggle*" the girls gossiped between themselves as they started to grab Yamato by his shoulders and legs to lift him up and drag him towards an area which was rather more sandy than the other patches of the beach.

All four girls kneel'd down next to him before quickly throwing sand on his body and trying to cover his body in sand,the girls had to do this quickly because it would work well if Yamato was still dazed. After a while, they would have Yamato's body completely buried in the sand, leaving his head only to stick out of the sand.

"Alrighty girls, time for the finale' " she smiled as they all got down near to Yamato's head and made weird silly faces with poses and took a selfie with him. "Muahh! That was brilliant" the supermodel shrieked in excitement as they all clapped around, kind of like a bunch of typical college girl bullies.

The crowd finished the count with Ami, giving her a pinfall victory in the third and final round. Once again, the young man had fought the supermodel only to wind up helpless and defeated beneath her in the end. Had he actually been more aware of what was going, he probably would’ve been pretty embarrassed. But there would be plenty of time for that soon enough. Ami made sure of it.

The model gave out her instructions to the other girls, and in a few moments Yamato’s dazed body was lifted up and dragged over to another part of the beach. “Uuugghhh...” he groaned, vaguely hearing the voices of the girls around him, though he wasn’t sure what anyone was saying or doing.

His limbs finally started to twitch a bit, though they couldn’t move much. It felt like they were...trapped, or something. He couldn’t quite tell. But then the rest of his senses started to kick back in, and he saw Ami and the other girls around laughing and clapping, as if something funny had just happened. Only then did he look down and finally realize his entire body, except for his head was buried in the sand. “Wh...What the hell...?”

"Well well well, look whos finally up" The supermodel smirked as she saw Yamato's head looking around, the boy was clearly confused on what was happening as a couple of girls had surrounded him. Normally any guy would love to be surrounded by hot girls in bikini- unless those group of girls were Ami's friends, which could only mean they wanted to further bully Yamato around.

"How about a few picture poses girls" she laughed as she went behind Yamato's head and got down on her butt before sliding her legs around his head for a unique headscissor. The supermodel then began to squeeze his head, but not enough to actually make him pass out. "Oh I bet you're liking this you perv- isnt this heavenly for ya?" she grinned sadistically as the other girls began taking photo's of Yamato being in this position, clearly- these were going up on instagram and/or facebook.

Yamato’s attention immediately went to Ami as he heard her speak. Finally up? What did she...? Only then did it click. The last thing he remembered was seeing Ami’s smug expression staring at him while he was dazed and barely able to move, and then everything had gone dark. Whatever happened, she’d no doubt knocked him out and won their little impromptu match. “Shit...” he muttered as the realization hit.

And now he was buried up to his neck in sand, which he could only assume was the work of Ami and her friends. Had he been less tired, moving himself out of the sand would’ve been no problem, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case, and the supermodel clearly wanted to have as much fun with that as she could. “Pictures? Wait, what are you...” Whatever Ami had planned, it didn’t sound good, and Yamato’s suspicions were only proven as he felt the model’s sexy legs coil around his head. “No! Not again-- Argh!” he shouted out as the headscissor was locked in.

And as if the pain wasn’t bad enough, the other girls all now had their phones out and started taking pictures. “Ugh! Stop...!” he protested, his voice only just managing to choke out the words as Ami’s legs constricted against him. But despite the pain and humiliation of it all, there was simply nothing he could do to stop any of them from doing what they wanted.

The girls were loving this, taking pictures and recording videos while Ami had him trapped like this and squeezed his head in a scissor submission. Even though the match was over, she didnt want to hear another submission or anything from Yamato at all, she just wanted to publicly humiliate him.

"Aww, looks like he's turning red- oh no wait- purple!" Ami giggled along with her friends. A few of her friends kneel'd down infront of Yamato's head to pinch his cheek and nose to play with him while Ami gave him one last squeeze to really put the pain on his neck.

The supermodel wasnt look to KO him here, after all that would be quite a mess. Oh- and he would have been laying here for hours and would have gotten an unwanted tan. "I think he's had enough.....for now. Someone help him out- if you want or WHEN you want! Muahaha" she cracked lame joked again and laughed at him, high fiving her friends before they retrieved their beach volleyball and began to head out. It was a long day and Ami desperately needed to shower.

Ami’s goal was to humiliate Yamato, and she was pulling it off flawlessly. She’d already soundly defeated him in front of a small crowd there at the beach, even knocked him out cold. But that wasn’t enough. Now she had him buried in the sand, and once again squeezed his head and neck between her legs in a painful headscissor while her friends giggled and took pictures.

“Urgh! Let go, dammit!” he shouted out, but it didn’t seem she’d feel like releasing him so soon. And a few of the other women knelt around him and began to play with his face, pinching his cheek and nose. “H-hey! Cut it out!” Yamato barked, though he wasn’t in any position to do anything about it. He then gave one last agonized shout as Ami cranked up the pressure, then started gasping for air as she finally released him.

He was fortunate the model had decided not to knock him out, which she very easily could’ve done. But at the moment, “lucky” wasn’t exactly a good term to describe how Yamato was feeling. And as Ami and her friends began heading out, Yamato slowly began to shake and pull his body out of its sandy prison, before slowly getting back to a vertical base and heading out as well. As much fun as swimming in the ocean had originally sounded, right now he just wanted a shower and a few hours of rest to help him forget about this embarrassing mess.