Tension in Ueno Main Event: Homecoming Tag Team Match- Ishiis vs Takeuchis

After landing in that sneaky thigh strike, the supermodel quickly took advantage of her opponents position to lock in a front facelock, her arms coiled around Mariko's pretty face and head as she squeezed as tightly as she could. The supermodel had a sick grin on her face as she looked to tighten the hold while taunting her brother, who was quick to come to the defence of his sister.

"Haha it's nice to know that you think that way boy, although she's not getting out of this any time soon- Wha? Mngh stop-NO"suddenly she felt her wrists being grabbed and Mariko spun under the supermodels arms as she twisted her way out of it while wrenching Ami's arms as she quickly countered her move and now had Ami's arms grabbed and twisted a bit, rendering the supermodel open for a counter.

Mariko’s familiar grin surfaced once again when she interrupted the supermodel by countering her hold. “You were saying?” she taunted, before attempting to yank Ami down onto her front. From there Mariko would attempt to put her weight on the back of her foe’s shoulder while pulling back on her arm to apply a Fujiwara armbar!

“There you go, sis!” Yamato cheered with a grin of his own as he watched Mariko attempt to catch Ami in her hold.

The supermodel was once again out of her comfort zone, Mariko managed to slip out of the supermodels facelock and twist her arm in the process while having a good grip of it. Ami had teeth gritted as she tried not to move around too much or jerk her arm too much, which would cause even more pain from the awkward angle she was in. However, Mariko had no intention to just stand there as well, with the supermodels delicate arm in her grip she yanked at it hard, pulling the bluentte down on her front.

*THUD*

"Mmgh OWW, you BITCH" Ami would curse out, struggling wildly on her belly before being caught in a classic Fujiawa armbar. Ami's legs kicked around wildly as she squirmed about pathetically, her free hand extended towards the ropes and high above in the air as she tired to use her legs to push forward and crawl towards the ropes, moaning out loudly at the pain in her arm and the effort it was taking to push to the ropes.

Normally being called a bitch wouldn’t be something to feel too good about. But hearing it from Ami made Mariko’s grin widen while she wrenched on the supermodel’s arm. It was an obvious sign of frustration and anger, which in this case was music to Mariko’s ears. The worse she could make Ami’s mood tonight, the happier that was likely to make her. Unfortunately she didn’t get to inflict much more pain on Ami, who managed to drag her way over to the ropes.

“Break!” the ref called out to let Mariko know she had to release her hold, which she did immediately. Of course she’d been tempted to play with the warning count a bit, but there wasn’t any special need for it at the moment. Besides, she knew someone else who was just about ready to take a swing in this match.

“Mariko! Tag!” Yamato called out from the Ishiis’ corner, extending a hand out. Mariko kept her smug gaze on Ami while taking a few backward steps toward her corner, then tagged her brother’s hand. “Hm. I’ll play with you some more soon, Ami. But right now it’s his turn.” she said, then stepped out onto the apron while Yamato entered the ring. “Alright! Lets do this!” he yelled out, excited to get in on the action!

Mariko seemed to be doing to Ami, what she usually did to other opponents. The purple haired wrestler was really getting under the bluenette's skin and keeping her frustrated to no end. Ami wriggled and squirmed about underneath Mariko as her arm was trapped in the submission but the blunette was still feisty and managed to crawl her way forward and towards the ropes, forcing a break from her opponent.

Ami was glad Mariko released her right away, she didn't have the patience to deal with Mariko hanging onto the submission move to use up the entire five count allowed. Ami grabbed the ropes with her slightly sore arm as well, pulling her closer to the ropes and then shifting onto her knees from the aid of the ropes.

Ami brushed some stray strands of hair fro her face, gritting her teeth in frustration as she slammed the mat with her fist " ARGH, I'm not your play thing"she barked at her before pulling herself back up on her feet.

The supermodel turned around to see Yamato get the tag in, she adjusted her outfit from the side and licked her lips devilishly. " Well,well, well....."she said, rolling her shoulders as she slowly paced away from the ropes

Mariko offered no comment in response to Ami’s protesting shout, but simply winked playfully at the supermodel from the apron. She knew she had gotten under the girl’s skin, and she intended on using that to her advantage at every opportunity given.

But in the meantime, it was Yamato’s turn to have a go at Ami. She may have defeated him twice before - both in rather embarrassing fashion - but he wasn’t worried. He felt confident this would time would be different.

“What’s wrong? Looked like you were having a bit of trouble there.” Yamato teased with a grin as he approached the supermodel. She could lick her lips like a hungry tigress all she wanted, but he didn’t plan on being Ami’s prey again tonight. And as he approached, Yamato brought his hands up, inviting Ami to lock up with him where he hoped his strength advantage could come into play.

Ami really wanted a response from Mariko but the purple haired wrestler was not going to give the bluenette that satisfaction of aggravating a response out of her. Instead she simply offered a playful wink, which further fuelled on the supermodels anger.

Her brother was now the legal wrestler, Ami didn't feel as threatened as she perhaps might, as the fact that she had defeated him twice before filled her mind, she felt confident and somewhat arrogant.

"Heh, Owwww Yamato-kun, your mean sister hurt me...wont you do something and help such an innocent girl like me?" she said with crocodile tears and a pout. With that she began to circle around him, careful not to dive in for the lock up straight away as she was vary of her opponents strength advantage over her.

Yamato wasn’t his sister. She could be calm and collected through such a taunt with little-to-know effort. But it was different with Yamato. He was the one between them who had something to prove against Ami. He was the one she’d humiliated on two occasions. And clearly she was confident history would repeat itself tonight.

“Alright, Ami. You’re asking for it!” Yamato said. Since Ami wisely chose to avoid locking up with him, he decided to go to her. It was a reckless attempt, and one he didn’t bother thinking through. But he lunged out at the supermodel and attempted to drive his shoulder into her stomach so he could plow her into one of the corners!

The fact that Ami had wrestled Yamato before and defeated him, comforted her in her chances. She knew if she could lure him in instead of going after in, she would have a good chance to out-wrestle the male. With that, the supermodel kept her distance and taunted the boy out, trying to see if she could get a reaction out of him and that's exactly what he did.

"Oh no, I'm begging for it, are you going to give it to me?" she winked, trying to play with his mind a bit as well. As he charged in, the supermodel waited until he got a little close before side stepping and slapping at his shoulders, pushing him a bit to guide him with more momentum to the corner, where she hoped his shoulder would get a hard bump from colliding against the turnbuckle

Yamato really should’ve known Ami was baiting him in like a matador with a bull. Maybe he did know, but that didn’t stop him from letting the supermodel’s taunts get to him. She obviously didn’t see him as a threat after their previous encounters, but Yamato was going to change that, starting with plowing her right into the corner with all his strength!

Well, that didn’t go exactly as planned.

“AGH!” Yamato suddenly yelled out as his shoulder went crashing, not into Ami Takeuchi’s sexy midriff, but the middle turnbuckle. He cringed in pain and immediately fell to a knee in the corner, with one hand going to rest over his shoulder. The matador had perfectly baited the bull, and lured him right into the trap.