The Takeuchi's vs United Kingdom Elite

Ami wasnt able to get the tag in, she was too shook up to make her way towards her brother to get the tag in. However, she was able to recover and regain her bearings just a bit which was enough for her to pull her hands on the ring ropes to grip them tightly and pull her back up on her feet. However John pressed forward, after Ryan encouraged him to do so, he closed in the gap between him and his opponent to press her back against the ring rope and then grip her arm tightly. The supermodel knew what was coming next and tired to prepare for a swift counter attack.

The master of creation whipped Ami across the ring ropes, to the opposite set of ropes. The supermodel bounced off them and came sprinting back, unable to stop her self due to the momentum. Her eyes were widened as she saw John's arm extended as he went for the clothesline and so Ami tried to duck down low to evade it before she got clobbered by it. She would then follow up by bouncing off the same ring ropes she was whipped from originally before picking up more speed. If John had spun around to face her she would go for a high drop kick to his chest however if he was still shocked and had his back turned to the supermodel, Ami would attempt a low drop kick to the back of his knee.

John was a highly proficient submission expert, with knowledge of the classics like the Boston crab to the intricate bridging arm triangle choke. Still when it came to the other aspects of wrestling he was lacking somewhat, again as much as he liked to believe he was moving from his rookie phase he still had his green spots. And this would be shown quite soon, although the artist was unaware of this.

Ami was nimble on the rebound from the ropes, managing to go over John's clothesline. His toned upper arm going through thin air and nothing else, in the eyes of Mr Carnaby failing to hit a move meant you were gonna suffer for it. Maybe not in a sparring session, but in a proper match in front of lots of people? Oh yeah.

Speaking of which John quickly turned around, but not quick enough. Ami had increased her momentum by bouncing off the ropes behind him too, this combined with her light frame meant that she was a swift blue haired projectile. When Ami delivered the dropkick John's eyes had gone wide, and he grunted out heavily as he got hit in the chest. The master of creation had moved back a few steps before staggering onto one knee, the wind had gotten knocked out of sails there and left him reeling for the time being. Ryan meanwhile bit his lower lip, but he knew that John had heart and wasn't going to quit just because he'd taken a harsh blow when he was still fresh.

After being whipped across the ring ropes, the supermodel managed to dodge her opponents onrushing clothesline by ducking underneath his arm and bouncing off the opposite ring ropes and countering expertly by a high dropkick to his chest. Her boots smacked against his pecs to stagger the master of creation till he dropped down on one knee while the supermodel fell down on her side but was quick to get back up on her feet. "Hmph! My turn you big oaf" she cursed him before getting back up on her feet, brushing her long blue hair back from her face.

Daisuke smirked and clapped to cheer his sister on to boost her confidence while Ryan was showing a bit of concern but not too much because he believed his partner was still in the game.

The supermodel crept behind her opponent, and got down on her knee behind him. The tip of her knee pressed against his mid back while both of her hands cupped around his chin to pull him back towards her, with her knee pressing against her back for added pressure. With her back kneed chinlock secure the supermodel would taunt her opponent and ask him for his submission "Aww wittle baby gonna cry? wana submit?" she grinned.

John didn't like how this was going, namely cause he got knocked down. The pace of the fight was central to winning, at least that's what the artist believed. When he had control of the battle and could set the tempo of it, that wasn't the case right now though. The artist knew though that the match was early, there was still time to get back in this. Mr Carnaby didn't like the cut of Ami's jib though, but he wasn't one to let trash talk really get to him.

It was thanks to the conditioning of Ryan, the training that him and Lucy put the artist through would seem like capital punishment in some places. But it made the master of creation into a far better wrestler than he was before, still room for improvement though. Mr Knight remained where he was, a stoic vigil over the ring. He was a bit miffed that the artist had been brought down so quickly, but knew that he could take quite a beating thanks to his training.

Ami was using her speed to good advantage, as she should have in the squared circle. John let out a sharp wince as she dug her knee into his back, cranking his head back along with it. In response to what the supermodel said Mr Carnaby would respond with "N-not on your Nellie!" he wasn't trying to show the pain was working over him. But submissions were the domain of the master of creation, and he had both his hands free. With that an idea sprung to mind, it was a bit risky but it was what came to mind for John.

The artist would try to lean his head forward as best he could, while at the same time attempting to sneak his hands behind the leg Ami was using on his back. If that worked then after that John would try to suddenly stand up and hopefully yank out Ami's foot right out from under her, hopefully that would buy John some time to get out the hold. It wasn't fancy, but John preferred not having knees driven into his back of course.

Ami wanted to let him know that she wasn't going to be pushed around like last time, she had claimed to be a better wrestler than she was when she first wrestled with the UKE, after a slow and rocky start- things were finally looking up for the supermodel. She tried to engage in some banter but it seemed like the master of creation was unfazed, rightfully so as he was more focused on the more important task at hand- getting out of the submission hold!

In that respect those two were not so different, both Ami and John were finding their feet in the AFW- striving to see who had come far off to being a better wrestler than before. John had taken an early advantage but as of now, the supermodel was well in control.

She worked her submission hold well, her knee was pressing tightly against her opponents mid back while her hands were pressed on his chin to pull him back as hard as she could to put pressure on his back. The supermodel chuckled a bit when John refused to submit "Well then, we can do this all day boy"she licked her lips devilishly.

However John had no intention to stay in this position all day, infact he was already working up a plan to escape this hold. His head was leaning forward making the supermodel work even harder to press his head backwards at the same time, because of that she didnt notice his hands sneaking in behind her knee. The master of creation then suddenly stood up on his feet to yank the supermodel's knee from under her, making her go down on both knees and falling forward to go down on her hands and knees. "Dammit" she cursed as she tried to get back up on her feet.

John might have been a rookie, but he knew the art of submissions quite well. How to skilfully apply them and how to escape, taking a smart approach to them. It was his role in the UK Elite, the grapple expert. Lucy was the one that relentless rushed at her enemies with near reckless abandon, Mr Knight was the great powerhouse. All experts in what they did best, hence the team name.

The artist knew that Ami was nimble, and was able to properly use that to her advantage. If John messed up then he knew that the supermodel could easily make Mr Carnaby pay for it, which would negatively affect the chance of Britain's best's getting a victory. Lucy didn't seem worried in the least, still keeping a good smile on. She had confidence in John, he'd not failed them yet.

Speaking of which, the master of creation was intent on trying to turn things around. Ami had given him a warning there, but John managed to get to a vertical position in time for her. He turned around and sized up the supermodel quickly, hoping to wrap his left arm around her neck and try to spike her down with a tenacious DDT!

The supermodel thought she was well in control until John had already started his plan to initiate a counter attack and after devising a clever tactic, he slipped from within the supermodel's clutches and had her down on her hands and knees as he quickly was on his way back up on his feet, facing towards Ami. The supermodel cursed her luck, she shouldnt have allowed him to escape so easily. It was a nimble and swift counter-attack something that she would expect from herself.

Still, she started to make her way back up on her feet. "Lucky esc- huh? Nggghh L-let go" she squirmed against him when he quickly wrapped his arm around her head to secure her in place. The supermodel pushed at his waist to push her away from him but John quickly dropped down to drive Ami's head first into the ring canvas as he executed a DDT.

*THUD*

Ami let out a small groan as her head smacked against the mats as she quickly rolled over onto her back with her hands rubbing her head to ease the pain temporarily.

John might have been a bit behind when it came to powerhousing and highflying, but even he could at least bust out a basic DDT from time to time. It meant one thing at least, the opponent was down on the ground. Just the way the artist liked them, meant he could do what he did best. And that was submissions, although he'd admit that Ami could do a good one too.

The master of creation took the chance to take a deep breath, he'd bought himself a bit of time with that. Time to collect oneself and get ready to press on, Ryan smiled and nodded his head in approval of his right hand man. Although John wasn't really paying attention to that at the moment, too busy thinking what he could try and do.

Mr Carnaby decided that as long as Ami was on her back he might as well keep working on her, with that in mind the artist made to try and get behind her. Wrapping his left arm around her neck in a dragon sleeper submission, a good one to pick considering the supermodel was lying on her back at the moment.

After getting nailed on her head by a DDT, the supermodel clutched her head and shifted over onto her back. For a moment her world was rocked and she was quite shook up after the initial impact as she moaned out loudly while being down on her back and not moving much. She wanted to get the tag in but in her condition she couldnt quite make on what was going on and where her brother was. She raised her head slightly above off the mat and shook her head to try and clear her thoughts but at this time her opponent was already on the offensive.

At first the supermodel didn't even notice her opponent moving behind her, but as she had her head slightly raised his strong arms wrapped around her head to lock in a dragon sleeper submission hold. "*ACK!* Uhhmnnggh *cough*" the supermodel was now struggling on her back as John began to squeeze his strong arms around her neck to sap the strength air from the supermodels lungs. Her hands quickly went up around his forearm as she began to dig her fingernails into his skin to try and weaken his submission hold. Ami was kicking the ring mats wildly as she tried to stay up by being active. It was taken alot out of her while she struggled in the submission hold. Meanwhile Daisuke was a bit concerned at the moment, he was thinking that he might have to step in- in the worst case scenario.

John was wanting to keep the opponent worn down, that was how he played. With well applied submissions that caused both pain and pressure onto the enemy, an art form some might say. Although currently Mr Carnaby wasn't contemplating that, being in a match required one to focus on the enemy. Ami was feeling the squeeze no doubt, and it'd serve as a reminder of what could await the supermodel if she faltered again. John had kept himself lying down on his belly, as flat as he could keep it to aid the ground game.

But still Ms Takeuchi wasn't making the hold easy, the woman was scrambling. John knew that was usually never the way to go about escaping a submission hold, it just wore you out faster. But then Ami was starting to dig in her no doubt manicured nails into the toned arm of the master of creation, earning a hissing noise from John. It wasn't the most painful thing John had endured in the ring, try getting speared through the ropes by Yamato Ishii. Still Ami might start drawing blood with her struggling, better to try and do something about it.

Giving a grunt John would try to stand back up, slowly as he did so. Better to maybe get moving now and try something else, still this could give Ami the chance to try and do something to escape during the motions as the artist tried to maybe bring the hold upwards.