Alistair vs Ami Takeuchi No DQ match

No DQ Match
Winner via Pinfall or Submission

“It’s show time”. Alistair thought as he took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. An awful habit he picked from his time in the indie circuit but it always calmed his nerves before matches.      

He readied himself in the mirror pulling on his long white luchador wrestling tights and matching jacket over his well-toned body, pulling the hood down covering his golden locks and obscuring his face. As he laced his boots the princely looking man tried to center himself “You've got this, just put on a fun match and you'll be fine”.  As he walked to entrance He noticed the opening piano piece of the theme starting “Oh shit! I’m going to miss my entrance”. He thought as Alistair hurried himself into position, as his theme Holy Orders started blaring.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Alistair appeared at the ramp hood hiding his features from the crowd. He stopped for a moment to take in the crowd’s response before dashing towards the ring and sliding into it.  With one quick motion he whipped his jacket revealing his regal looking face as his jacket landed outside the ring. He leaned against the turnbuckle with look of cheerful enthusiasm on his face as his cold blue eyes watched the ramp for first opponent.

Ami really loved these kinds of matches, facing a new comer almost guaranteed a victory most of the time and there was nothing more the supermodel loved, than winning. A no DQ match did concern her a bit, but that only meant all her sneaky tactics would be legal and she wanted to surprise her opponent with a few things, oh well- he will have to find out the hard way then. The supermodel was already changed into her attire, wearing her special custom made shiny red wrestling tank top- that was cut open from the sides and her belly and extended down to her thighs to clip on her fishnet leggings, while wearing a matching red spandex wrestling briefs. She was finalizing her make up and eye-liner as she kissed herself in the mirror. "*Muah!* I'm so gorgeeeoooussss!" she said, winking to her self.

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She brushed her hair back with her hands before spinning around and moving to exit her locker room, Ami proceeded to wait behind the arena curtains and when Alistair's music died down, her music cued and she brushed past the curtains, entering the arena with her hands up in the air as she stood in the middle of the ramp. The supermodel started blowing kisses to the crowd, she got alot of jeers but there were still some sick perverts that cheered her despite knowing her true attitude. Ami then walked down the ring ramp and climbed up the steel steps, waiting on the ring apron as she instructed the referee to sit down on the middle of the ring ropes to open them up for her.

"Geez, don't you two have any manners? When such a cute model is in your presence, the least you can do is help her up in the ring, hmph!" she pouted as she made her way into her corner of the ring. The bluenette started to do some basic pre match warm ups, tugging at the ring ropes to stretch herself out and jumping up on place while loosening up her shoulders. Once ready, she casually walked towards the middle of the ring, giving her opponent the brightest of smile while extending her hand towards him "You're new here right? Lets have a great match, M'Kay?" she giggled.

As his opponent made her way to the ring, Alistair felt conflicted his first match in AFW is against a gorgeous woman “it could be worse” he thought, but to have a chance he would have to mess up that pretty face of hers……..”She’ll forgive me.”  No disqualification sounded like music to his ears letting him full use of the ropes and ring posts without the ref intervening.

As she entered the ring the blonde noticed her stunning ring attire it was very revealing certainly but fish nets seemed impractical. He grumbled realizing he was the only one in the arena who cared about something so trivial.

As the blue haired beauty extended her hand to him Alistair bowed gracefully and pressed his lips softly against her palm “Milady” looking into her eyes he let go of her hand and spoke “Yes, but do not mistake me for an amateur, and any match with you is sure to be great.” He said with a charming smile to be honest she wasn't his type but flattery can be a great weapon on the right person.  

Waiting for the bell to ring Alistair readied himself against his corner turnbuckle before getting into getting into his fighting stance his arms up leaning forward looking ready to run in an instant. “Careful now if you blink, you'll miss me”. He said with a cocky grin waiting for her to make the first move.

The guy was cute, like most guys are in the AFW. It took a lot to impress the supermodel but Alistair certainly was a charmer, embracing the supermodel by grabbing her hand gently and bowing gracefully before her to kiss her palm. Ami blushed and placed her other hand over her mouth "Oh my! well aren't you the gentlemen, and we all know a true gentlemen wouldnt hurt a lady now would he?" she smiled before pulling back and moving towards her corner.

Ami adjusted her wrestling attire a bit, while the referee signaled for the bell to ring *DING*DING*DING* the supermodel moved out from her corner of the ring and started to circle her opponent, moving in a clockwise direction while keeping a low wrestlers crouch position with her hands up infront."I dont blink" she smirked while winking at him.

The supermodel then darted towards him, trying to attempt a collar and elbow grapple- if he took the bait she would nip past him and go behind him, trying to wrap her arm around his waist from behind to start off the match with a simple waistlock. "Hyah!"she would make a small grunt as she attempted this move.

“We'll see about that”. He called out as the bell rang, Alistair dashed forward wanting to play to his strengths and keep the match fast paced. Looking to slingshot himself off the ropes seeing the model try to grab his elbow he quickly turned his body to dodge. Only for her to wrap her arms around his waist “Ungh!” He grunted in reflex Alistair blushed slightly in response to feeling his opponent press her body against his back and started chuckling realizing his position.

He tried to make it difficult for the model and promptly started elbowing the side of her stomach trying to loosen her grip. “Hands off!” He yelled while putting his strength behind his strikes trying to escape her grip. If successful Alistair will break free and run up the nearest turnbuckle looking to land a diving elbow on the girl. If not Ami will tighten her grip maintaining control of the high flyer’s waist.

"Oh we will see about that, wont we?" she grinned back as the two squared off in the middle of the ring. He certainly was acrobatic, the way he bounced off the ring ropes to launch himself at her was flashy indeed but the model was a bit lucky in that she never wanted to lock up with him in the first place, instead she went behind him and secured in her waistlock. Her body was pressed against his back, as she squeezed his body a bit. In truth, this move probably didnt hurt him that much but she wanted to tell him that she's in control.

Her positioning didnt last too long as Alistair began to send a flurry of elbow shots back into the supermodels gut to wind her out, each shot causing her to groan out louder and louder while effectively loosening her grip "Oww,Oww,Ooufff *cough*" after stunning Ami, Alistair pulled away from the supermodels clutches and ran up to the turnbuckle, leaping off it to finish the combo off with a diving elbow "Wah?! NO-Ooouffffff Oowww" the supermodel couldnt move out of the way in time, his elbow smacked against her body causing her to go down onto her back with her opponent on top, Ami squirmed under her while her legs kicked the ring canvas furiously as she tried to roll away from him.

A serious competitor would probably take this golden opportunity to lock in a submission hold or lay a few strikes on his opponent.  But Alistair was just getting started wanting to show off for the crowd. He simply stood up letting the squirming model crawl away to go lick her wounds.

Alistair got running start as he broke out into a series of flips across the ring ending his routine with running up the ring ropes and leaping into the air landing a perfect corkscrew in the center of the ring sticking the landing. The crowd applauded at show as Alistair bowed putting his arms into the air as if to say "Are you not entertained?!”    

Turning to his now standing opponent with a giant grin on his face “Now that I’m all warmed up; may I have this dance Milady?” his courteous gesture given a different meaning with the harsh tone in his voice.  As he got back into his fighting stance while bouncing up and down rhythmically.

Ami crawled away from her opponent, rubbing her ribcage with her left hand to ease the pain in her body while using her right hand to grip the ring ropes tightly as she pulled on it to pull herself up to her feet. The supermodel then adjusted her outfit from the side before stomping her boot down on the ring canvas in anger, she let out a girlish grunt before brushing her hair back and turning towards her opponent who was busy firing up the crowd with his showboating.

Ami rolled her eyes at him, he was really playing to the crowd. As a new guy, he had the right idea. Play the crowd favorite to make a good name from the get go, "So, you can flip around and do fancy tricks but can you wrestle?" the supermodel hissed at him, with her eyebrow raised.

Ami mimicked his movements the best she could, she took up a low wrestlers crouch with her hands up and her eyes locked at her opponents positioning. This time, Ami would chose to be on the defensive as she kept her distance- wanting to make her opponent make the first move this time.

The high flyer couldn't help but laugh at the agitated girl’s response to his tumbling routine. Could he wrestle? She asked “with the best of them, doll” he said in response still glaring at her with that seemingly permanent grin on his face.  

Alistair figured he’ll try to keep her off balance by aiming a few low kicks to the back of her knees before ducking to the side and hooking his arms under her armpits attempting to put the model into a full nelson.

Ami's eye twitched a bit in anger, while stomping her boot down on the ring mats once again. "D-DOLL?!?!" she said in an angered expression. That got the supermodel pissed, however Ami wrestled the best when she was calm and composed. She was never the overly aggressive wrestler to wrestle when she was angry.

Ami lunged in at him, but Alistair avoided her and send a flurry of low kicks to the back of her knee to stun her, before moving in behind her to catch her in a full nelson. The supermodel was now even more frustrated, trapped like this as she only wriggled and squirmed against her opponent. "Ngh- Ow,Ow. L-let go damnit" she hissed,she thought about something, but as she realized that it was a no DQ match- she went for it. Ami tried to shift her body to the left side just a bit, trying to attempt a heel kick right up into her opponents crotch.