Supermodel vs. Bombshell- Ami Takeuchi vs. Holly Matheson

Ami Takeuchi vs. Holly Matheson
Singles Match, to be decided by pinfall, KO or submission





Backstage, Holly was bouncing on her heels in front of the mirror. In just a few moments, she would be hitting that entrance ramp, ready to head out and face down a brand-new challenger. Holly had faced terrifying opponents before, and irritating opponents. But this one, this was something else- Ami Takeuchi had managed to do both, and in doing so quickly managed to make the absolute top of Holly's proverbial "shit list."

From behind, Holly's trainer/partner Gato Blanco walked up, and began massaging her neck and shoulders. The luchador knew how much this match meant to Holly. Ami had insulted the Brit on a deep, personal level, played to her insecurities about herself and her place in the AFW. Holly had hung a lot of her issues on this match. She'd faced some brutal losses, in her singles career- this one seemed to be more important to her than any of that, however, for as much as she was projecting onto it.

When they were finally given the okay, Holly stepped out onto the ramp. The buxom British girl enjoyed a modest fan following, which loudly greeted her as she came out. Raising an arm into the air, Holly posed a moment on the entrance ramp. She tried to feel as confident and powerful as her entrance theme tried to paint her, but it was difficult. The fans helped, though- with every smile, every little wave, even every jiggle of her bust, they showed their appreciation. That was something, at least. That made her feel like she belonged.

Reaching the ring, Blanco stepped around her, placed his hands onto her waist, and lifted her up onto the apron. Holly threw a leg over the top rope, seated herself on top, and gave a final salute to the crowd before she swung her other leg over the top and entered the ring. Then, it was back to the pacing, to shaking out her hands, and nervously waiting for the supermodel to arrive, so they could finally settle their differences.

After their little meeting in the Tension gym, the supermodel was very much looking forward to meeting Holly in a one on one match in the ring. She mentioned Gato Blanco briefly, which the supermodel was also very anxious to meet, Ami was not only one to beat her opponents in the ring, she wanted more than just a victory- a sweet victory where she would humiliate, taunt and even take things away from her opponent just to make herself look better. The supermodel was backstage in her VIP locker room, getting ready to wrestle. She stepped out of the shower, only wrapped around in a towel as she was just finishing up drying her hair. "So then, this dumb Brit thinks she is better than me huh? I'll show her a thing or two."she said to herself as she began to slip into her wrestling attire, after which she would put on her white wrestling boots and black knee/eblow pads.

Spoiler:

She was quite intrigued by her trainer and manager, why would a Brit take up Lucha Libre style? By her stature, Holly didn't look the most agile and quick wrestlers so Ami was intrigued to see what Holly could actually do in the ring. After waiting in the gorilla position for a bit, her music cued and she brushed past the curtains and made her way down towards the ring, doing a slow catwalk on the ramp as she blew kisses to her fans while she made her way down to the ring.

For a bit, she stood outside, rubbing her chin as she noticed the two wrestling pair- one of which was obviously the manager. Ami chuckled and shook her head before stepping up the steel steps and making her way in the ring, the supermodel had a cocky smirk on her lips all the time, she even tilted her head and winked at Gato, blowing a kiss to him as well.

"Hey there handsome, I hope you trained her well- maybe after the match, maybe you and I could go somewhere quite.....have dinner, talk?"she giggled as she messed around with Gato, trying to infuriate Holly.

Holly and Gato Blanco both sized Ami up, as she approached the ring.  Holly was glaring daggers at the supermodel, as she made her way down the ramp.  Hands clenching and unclenching, small beads of sweat already forming on her brow.  She'd forgotten how angry Ami had made her, up until she saw the girl in person again.  "I have to win this one," Holly muttered, as she waited for that opening bell.

Blanco was looking the girl over a bit more passively, sizing her up.  He knew Ami was experienced, and pretty accomplished in AFW, but hadn't seen any of her matches.  Holly had the size advantage, which she usually didn't in her Tension matches, but would that be enough?  He knew how important this match was to Holly, but he couldn't help but worry about her.

When Ami spoke to Blanco at ringside, he simply shook his head.  "If you think it's going to be that easy for you in there," he replied, pointing his thumb back to the ring, "then my girl's already got you beat."  The luchador chose to ignore the rest of it, even if he did shift back uncomtortably, on his heel.

Holly, however, wouldn't ignore it.  As soon as Ami got into the ring, Holly was walked up to her aggressively.  "Going to be awfully hard for you to talk with out those pretty little teeth, you little witch!" Holly threatened, as the ref put a hand on her shoulder to hold her back.  Holly's ample chest was heaving, now, as she seethed with rage.  Her face blushed red.  She felt more than ready to come out swinging, now.  Unfortunately, with as anxious and frustrated as she was, Holly was also distracted by it. Whenever the bell finally did ring, the Brit would be caught flat-footed, giving Ami the early advantage!

The supermodel, wanted to teach this Brit skank a lesson, not only did she wanted to beat her but wanted to mess with her a bit and what better way to mess with a woman than to mess with her man. After trying her seduction tactics on Blanco, she could see the luchador was loyal to his woman but that didn't mean it wouldn't infuriate the Brit. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see Holly already getting hot heated from her tactic, calling her a little witch.

"Well, well, well....looks like you are insecure about losing your boyfriend, fatty, Id be insecure about losing him as well if I had fat thighs like yours"she would laugh, antagonizing her even further. As the bell rang, she would see Holly enraged already, giving her a headstart as she was the one with a cooler head, less prone to make mistake and fall into a trap.

Ami knew she could further push her opponents button to cause her to slip up, she taunted her with her index finger, beckoning her to come at the supermodel.

*DING*DING*DING*

Holly stood there seething, as she looked across at Ami. The Brit hated everything about this young woman, from her perfect face to her perfect body to how damned confident she was, in everything. And even more than that, Holly hated how good Ami was proving to be at geting right under her skin. Subconsiously, as Ami called her fat, Holly tugged the bottoms of her ring gear, trying in vain to cover her wide hips with the white fabric.

So, after the opening bell rang, Holly couldn't help herself. "Eeeyaahh!" she cried out, rushing Ami savagely. At ringside, Blanco was startled, jumping back as Holly lunged forward. "W-wait, missus!" he tried to call out, but to no avail.

Holly's curvy figure bouncd and jiggled as she wildly threw herself at Ami. Arms up and out, Holly was trying to wrap her arms around Ami's head, to pull her into a tight headlock so that she could simply try to choke the supermodel out, right there in the center of the ring. The move was reckless, clumsy, downright amateurish. And Holly simply didn't care. She just wanted to get her hands on Ami, and make the supermodel regret it.

Ami was finding it was too easy for her to taunt the Brit up, every word she said to her opponent looked to fire her up, which the supermodel would look to exploit over and over again in this match. She was already fuming and it wasn't even the start of the match, Ami saw how Holly tried to tug the bottom of her ring gear to cover her hips which only made her laugh at how silly that looked.

"Don't show so much leg if it isn't perfect, honey"she would wink at her, before Holly would charge at her, causing Gato to try and calm down and limit the damage by talking some sense into his girlfriend but it was too late. Holly rushed towards Ami, looking to grapple up with her right away but the supermodel was cunning, she planned this and knew Holly would rush in, all she had to do was quickly duck down and step to the side, looking to get in behind the Brit and wrap her arms around her waist for a simple waistlock.

Holly's already-cracking composure crumbled, as Ami continued to verbally run her down. It was infuriating- several of Holly's opponents in AFW had managed to beat her, in the past. Humiliate her, even. But nobody had managed to run her down the way the bluenett supermodel had! Going after her with such a humiliating attempt at a lock up was certainly out of the ordinary for her, but here she was. Curvy body thrown forward, lunging clumsily, all in an attempt to shut the far-too-pretty young Ami up for good, this time!

So, it wasn't terribly shocking when Ami managed to sidestep her, and hook the young woman around the waist. "Aaarrhhh," Holly groaned in frustration, realizing that Ami had sidestepped her assault, and countered her. She could feel Ami's toned arms around her waist, sinking into her soft belly, as her ample chest draped over them. In a bit of a panic, realizing that she'd just lost control of the match to Ami, Holly did the first thing that came to mind: she thrust back, lifting her elbow for a counter-strike to Ami's face. It as a sloppy attempt at a counter, lacking in both technique and power as Holly rushed the blow, but it was all the frazzled Brit could muster, at the moment.

Ami could already sense her opponents frustration, anger and jealousy. It was clear that Holly thought of her as a threat and not just for the wrestling ring. The supermodel clearly loved her self and her assets, flashing them around to show off to make other women jealous and make men drool over her, for her, it was an insult when men didn't fall head over heels for her divine looks.

As Ami saw Holly's desperate and foolish attempt to charge her, she simply ducked and side stepped her, going in behind and locking in a simple waistlock, squeezing her up a bit while her body pressed into her back. Ami let out a grunt in the effort but was soon caught by a elbow which hit the side of her face, making her quickly release the waistlock but she dropped down and tried to smack her forearm into the back of her opponents knee to get her down.

Holly's face flushed red, as her initial attempt to grapple her opponent came up totally empty. That embarrassment had carried through to the rear waistlock, the supermodel deftly showing how easy it was for her to take control of the curvy British girl, right off the bat! Ami was massively frustrating to Holly for numerous reasons, and the fact that she was turning out to be a solid wrestler on top of it all only made it all worse.

"Focus, missus!" Blanco shouted, from ringside, "Don't let her in your head!" Bit late for that, though, Blanco realized. Holly was squirming, struggling in the supermodel's grip. He heard Holly let out a little whimper, as Ami clenched her toned arms around her waist. However, the tone changed when Holly's elbow smacked right into the side of the bluenette supermodel's head.

"Ah!" Holly gasped, taking in some air as she was finally released. That momentary respite was short-lived, however, as Holly was swiftly struck down with an elbow, right against the back of her knee. "Aaaoww~!" The British girl cried out, both hands clasped around her aching joint. Down on one knee, wincing in pain as she nursed the one Ami had hurt, Holly was once again vulnerable. Biting her lip, Holly worried about what Ami might have planned next, if she couldn't recover in time ...

The supermodel showed she just watching all talk and no bite, the feisty bluenette certainly had alot of bite in her. As the Brit came in, all guns blazing, the bluenette took the chance to sneak up behind her and lock in a simple waistlock, squeezing her out and making her opponent pay for her naivety.

Blanco, tried to help her out by giving some words of encouragement but the supermodel had a plan which she wanted to stick too, she hoped her taunts were more louder than Gato's advice. Her elbow did to some damage but that only made the supermodel more angry as she went down and took a jab at the back of the Brits knee to take her down on her knee.

"Aw what's the matter? poor baby got hurt?" she taunted before going down on one knee behind her, wrapping her arm around her neck for a sleeperhold submission.