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

The supermodel knew the male had a bit of an eagerness about him, he just wanted to get his hands on the supermodel and she would use his eagerness against him. With their mind games taunting each other, the supermodel finally pressed Yamato into making him charge her and when he did, she managed to side step and guide him into the corner, with his shoulder smacking the turn-buckle.

"Oww, did that hurt Yamato-kun?" Aw leme make it better" the supermodel said as she walked over towards the corner, she sensed blood like a shark would underwater, the supermodel noticed him cluthcing his shoulder and she wanted to target exactly that. Ami went close in behind Yamato, slapping his other hand away from his shoulder before grabbing the arm from the injured shoulder tightly and yanking it hard to pull him back to his feet.

With his arm caught, she would try to raise it above her own head and twist under it wrenching his arm in the process, trying to lock in a simple arm wrench.

Yamato growled in response to the supermodel’s taunt. It had taken little to no effort for Ami to get under his skin, and now the boy’s attempt to shut her up had only given her an opening to do, well, whatever she wanted to. And naturally, Ami wasted no time in jumping right on it.

“Argh!” Yamato grunted out when his arm was yanked to pull him back up. Then as soon as he was standing again, Ami was twisting it around to apply her arm wrench. “Ngh..” Wincing at the pain and discomfort being applied to his already sore shoulder, Yamato tried to think of what to do. If Mariko were in his position, she would’ve already found a way to twist out of this and maybe even apply her own hold. But Yamato wasn’t his sister, and those things didn’t come as naturally.

So instead of trying any fancy twisty grappling stuff, Yamato just reared his free arm back, then swung it wildly toward Ami’s head! Being as simple as it was, there was the danger that Ami might see it coming. So his attack was sloppy and likely predictable, but it had to be better than nothing, right...?

Ami knew how to ruffle up some of the silly boys, especially boys like Yamato who had alot of emotion drive in them. He was indeed very unlike his sister, who was more calm and collected. Her taunts seemed to get to Yamato alot and the supermodel made sure she used that to her full advantage when it came to suckering him into charging her.

With the supermodel already drawing first blood, she saw the chance to work on her opponents shoulder, locking in a simple armwrench submission and really twisting Yamato's arm to further punish that shoulder as well. "Aww, what's the matter? Gonna cry and go to little sister for help? Haha, how pathetic! Just give up"she hissed at her opponent, who was looking to find ways to counter this move.

Her taunts and her confidence blinded her Yamato's primitive counter attack, his free arm just reared back and he swung it across Ami's head, his arm smacked against the side of her head causing her to grunt out in pain and release his arm, staggering back into the ropes while clutching her head as she was stunned by that strike.

Whoa, that actually worked...

Even Yamato found himself blinking in a brief moment of stunned surprise when he felt his wild strike catch Ami off guard, smacking up against her head. It wasn’t pretty but by any means, but it got the job done, so he wasn’t going to complain. It certainly seemed to make up a bit for Ami taunting him while she’d twisted his arm.

With his arm now free, Yamato decided to try to capitalize by running off into the ropes and springing back toward Ami. As he drew near, he lowered his good shoulder and attempted to smack into the supermodel with a shoulder block, intending to knock her off her feet! All assuming he hadn’t accidentally given her too much recovery time in his moment of surprise, of course.

His primitive, yet effective, strike caught Ami off. That simple elbow strike hit her hard against the side of her head causing her to release the armwrench and stagger back towards one set of the ring ropes, nursing her head as she felt a bit dizzy after that hard strike.

"Oww...why you" she cursed, in a rather frustrated tone,before feeling Yamato's shoulder ram into her own body to knock her down onto her back in a simple shoulder block. "Ouff!"she huffed out as she went down on her back, clutching her own shoulderblade while rolling away from her opponent. Her body was glistening in sweat as she continued to be the legal wrestler, meanwhile Daisuke had his teeth gritted and gripping the ropes tightly, encouraging his sister for a tag.

The crowd cheered as Yamato plowed into the supermodel and dropped her onto her back, and for a second the young man smiled and just took in the moment. Mariko clapped too out on the apron, until she noticed Ami rolling away from her brother and Daisuke holding out his hand for a tag.

“Yamato-kun!” she called out, pointing to Ami, and quickly his attention was right back where it needed to be. “Oh, right!” Yamato tried to hurry to Ami and grab her by the ankle of her boot and drag her back to the center of the ring, hopefully before she could tag her brother in.

Yamato was now playing to his advantage, using his strength and bulkier frame to knock the featherweight model down onto her back with a simple shoulder block.Ami grit her teeth as she rolled away from her opponent, trying to bear in the cheers of the crowd and his sister who pushed the hometown hero on and for a moment he soaked in those cheers, taking his attention away from the supermodel.

She used this time to crawl on her belly towards her corner but the ever vigilant Mariko called out to her brother, signalling that Ami was about to make a tag, which caused him to grab her by the ankle and drag Ami back to the middle of the ring before she could reach Daisuke.

"Waaahh Noooo~"she squealed, her legs wriggling and kicking back wildly as she tried to get Yamato's grip off her legs.

Yamato initially grinned and laughed a bit as he dragged Ami away from her corner, effectively destroying any immediate hopes she might’ve had of tagging herself out of the match. But the supermodel’s frantic squirming wasn’t helping matters.

“Hold still!” he shouted while trying to hold onto Ami, but her legs were kicking and squirming far too wildly. The leg slipped right out of his hands. Now having to start back at square one, Yamato tried reaching down to grab at one of the supermodel’s wrists to attempt to pull her back up again.

The supermodel was inches away from tagging in her brother but Yamato just managed to stop them from getting the tag and dragging the supermodel back to the middle of the ring, much to the visible frustration of Daisuke who was about to break the rules and enter the ring but the referee was there just to stop him and remind him the possibility of a DQ, prompting the prince to calm down and return to his stationary position on the apron.

Meanwhile, Yamato attempted to make the supermodel stay still as she kicked her legs back at him, managing to make him let go of her legs. Still, Yamato grabbed her wrists and pulled her back up on her feet, the supermodel tried to counter by sending a quick forearm smack to his chest to try and stun her opponent, momentarily.

Yamato had managed to momentarily avoid letting Ami tag out, but the girl was making it hard for him to gain any ground beyond that with her frantic kicking about. Seeing there was no more progress he could make there, he’d tried to bring Ami back to her feet, though that proved to be a mistake.

“Ugh!” Yamato shouted as Ami’s forearm suddenly smacked hard into his sternum. He lost his grip on the supermodel’s wrist and rested a hand over his chest. Once again Ami was free from the clutches of Yamato, who’d been successfully stunned by the girl’s strike.