Supermodel vs. Bombshell- Ami Takeuchi vs. Holly Matheson

Rocking back as much as she could without putting her own shoulders against the mat, Holly locked in and clenched on the ceiling hold. Balancing on her bum, the British girl pulled hard on Ami's slender arms, arching her spine so that the supermodel's pert chest would be thrust toward the ceiling. The British bombshell couldn't help but grin, as she listened to Ami's wails of protest. Maybe the spoiled little supermodel wouldn't take her so lightly now, eh?

Still, the ceiling hold was a tough one to keep locked in, and Ami was far too resilient and proud to be giving up, any time soon. Balancing to keep from accidentally pinning herself was putting a strain on Holly's lower back, which was usually burdened by supporting her buxom frame. Holly could feel sweat starting to form along her brow, from hoisting up Ami's full body weight. With a final, slightly frustrated "Aaarh!" Holly released Ami's wrists, and thrust her legs forward as she released the hold. If she was going to have to release the hold, she could at least try for one last bit of pain: hopefully, the release of the hold would end up slamming Ami down to the mat, face-first.

Rolling onto her side, Holly spared at glance to ringside while catching her breath. Gato Blanco was clapping, nodding approvingly, but mouthing at her to "keep at it." Holly nodded, not wanting to get herself back in a bind by letting Ami rest up, too long. Pushing herself back to her feet, Holly walked over to Ami's face- perhaps a bit more slowly than she should have, letting her tired legs have a bit of a rest- and grabbed the suffering supermodel by wrapping an arm around her blue-haired head. Dropping low for leverage, Holly slowly started lifting Ami up to her feet, trying to get her back to standing with a side headlock. "Not so cocky now, are you, love? Not quite feeling so fit, are we?" Holly just couldn't help but try to work out a little more of her pent-up frustrations, as she tried to work her enemy's body over.

With the supermodel not getting any moment to rest up or recover, it was getting extremely hard for her to catch her breath and indeed catch a break to find a oppourtunity to counter her opponent in the match. Moments after being tortured in the full nelson and body scissor combo, Ami now found herself in a painful ceiling hold without much leverage to work with, she simply wriggled about and shook her head hoping the Brits own arms would tire out by holding Ami up, still her struggles intensified to speed up that process.

After all her struggling, Holly finally decided to release the supermodel due to her own fatigue, her arms letting go of Ami's delicate wristes as she was flung over and smacked back down on the ring mats face first. "Owww..not the face" she cried as she slowly rolled over again, turning onto her back while cluthcing her face in agony

The crowd and her boyfriend was cheering for the Brit now, much to the supermodels annoyance as she grit her teeth and kicked the ring mats furiously. Soon, she found her smooth blue hair being grabbed as she was yanked back up on her feet, "Aiiyyeee not the hair you bitch"she whined before Holly put her in a side headlock, her arms squeezed around Ami's neck as her cheek pressed against the Brit's breasts.

"Mnfhh!"she moaned, trying not to get too angry by Holly's comments, Ami tried to wrap her arms around Hollys waist as a distraction before trying to stomp her feet on Holly's foot!

As Holly got up, her ample chest was heaving as she struggled to breathe. She'd been pouring the pain into Ami's back, hold after hold, but it was taking its toll. The British Bombshell was letting herself get winded. At ringside, Gato Blanco was beginning to take notice of that fact. He had encouraged her to keep on top of her opponent, but now it was beginning to look like his girl might be pushing the limits of her conditioning. With his hand, Blanco tried to motion to slow it down, hoping that Holly would know not to exhaust herself out of competition, here. It was obvious how important a victory here would mean to Holly. Blanco honestly didn't know how she'd cope with taking the loss, here.

Meanwhile, Holly was doing her best to get Ami back up, without expending too much effort. And, more worryingly, she found herself having to worry about a referee warning, to boot!

"Watch the hair!" The ref called out, upon hearing Ami cry out.

"I-I-" Holly panicked a bit, wrapping her arms around Ami's head so that she could extend her empty fingers. The headlock shifted leverage, a bit, less tight. Ami's face got sandwiched between Holly's impressive, warm breasts, nestled softly in there as opposed to a tight headlock.

"See, no fingers! I'm okay!" Holly, unused to getting dressed down by referees, let the worry overwhelm her. She couldn't let her revenge get taken from her on a technicality, could she? Her face flushed a bit red in embarrassment, so focused on her own mistake than on Ami. Another mistake, and one that would cost her dearly as Ami planted her foot down hard onto Holly's!

"EEEK! OW!" Holly wailed in pain, releasing the supermodel immediately. Like a cartoon character, the Brit lifted her foot into both hands. Holly hopped on the one boot for balance, causing her generous curves to bounce and jiggle in her ring gear. The usually poised and posh Brit lost control of herself, for the moment. Worse than that, though, was that she lost control of the match to her opponent!

The supermodel was struggling, however it seemed that Holly was tiring as well with her manager and boyfriend realising that, he seemed to tell her to calm her down. Ami, however, was getting a bit tired as well with her being the subject to a couple of torturous submission holds it would be hard to get back after this but she was determined not to go down after all her trash talk.

She complained at the hairpull, which she would be perfectly okay with if she would be the one doing it but she whined and made sure that the referee saw that hairpull, giving a telling off to the Brit which made sure feel a bit self-conscious about dirty play.

That's all the opening Ami needed as she quickly stomped her heel down on Holly's foot, making her bounce up and down with her foot in both hands, the supermodel straightened up and quickly lunged in towards the Brit, looking to clothesline her and take her down on the mats!

As Holly hopped on her good foot, she couldn't help but realize how pathetic and childish she must look. Still, it hurt! The British bombshell massaged her foot, trying to to feel around, check and see if any of the small bones were broken, even. Hopping up and down, she was giving the fanboys in the audience quite a view of her bouncing, busty figure, but she couldn't spare the time to think of them. Instead, all of her attention was focused on Ami. The supermodel had made such a scene of a hairpull, then she was going to stomp on Holly's boot, like that? Holly wouldn't have thought it possible, but somehow she actually managed to hate Ami even more than she already had.

At ringside, Blanco was engaged in a spirited argument with the ref girl. Knowing the rules in many parts of the world, a foot stomp like that was considered something the ref should at least admonish a competitor for. The ref disagreed, however, and the pair were spending their time fully engaged in the debate. For the moment, Holly was on her own.

Turning around, Holly caught a glimpse of Ami just after she'd gotten herself upright, and was rushing down on her with the clothesline! Not in a position to defend herself, Holly took the blow right across her chest, knocking her off her wobbly base and planting the poor girl flat on her back! Lying there, Holly stared up at the ceiling lights, her chest heaving as she tried to recover some of the wind that had been knocked out of her. Unfortunately, on her back with Blanco and the ref engaged in debate, the British Bombshell was completely at her opponent's mercy!

After landing in that cheap shot, the supermodel looked up to see her handy work and laughed at the comical actions of her British opponent. However she needed to press the advantage before Holly would gain more confidence and gain control of the match, something that she proved to the supermodel that she was capable of doing from her previous moments in the match. The supermodel was a bit hypocritical as she complained of the hairpull moments ago yet was perfectly okay with stomping on Holly's toes, but thats just the way she worked.

Closing in, Ami smacked her extended arm against Holly's busty frame to take her down on the mat with a simple clothesline. "Now them, where were we hmm?"she said putting her index finger against her lower lip "Oh yeah, I remember"she said before snapping her fingers and moving down towards Holly's head. The supermodel sat down on her butt behind Holly's head, grabbing her arms and pulling them back towards herself, then pressing her boot against Holly's shoulders to push her downwards while pulling her arms backwards to stretch her out painfully.

Holly was laid out flat on her back, arms lazily at her sides, legs weakly upright as she struggled to recover from Ami's surprise clothesline. Holly's face reddened in frustration, as she realized that yet again, the supermodel was in control. Holly rolled up onto a shoulder, looking up at Ami. The British girl scowled, as she saw Ami taunting her with her finger to her lip. "Sh-shut up!" Holly stammered, still feet kicking at the mat weakly, in frustration.

The suffering Brit wouldn't get the chance, however, as Ami got right back to work at making her suffer. "Hey, what are you-hey!" Holly protested, her head still reeling from the hit, unable to stand up to counter or defend herself. Before Holly knew what was happening, Ami had a firm hold on her wrists. Holly watched in horror, as she saw Ami's boots settle onto her shoulders.

"Eeeeyyyyaaaoooww!!" Holly screamed, her voice getting higher and higher as Ami settled in with the agonizing stretch. Holly leaned back to try and alleviate some of the pain, pulling her buxom body long and lean, but there was only so much she could do. Tears were beginning to form at the edges of Holly's eyes, as she lay back, helplessly wailing in Ami's punishing grip.

The supermodel continued with her taunting as she regained controlling, her innocent act was now known to everyone so she wasn't fooling the crowd, the referee or indeed her opponent. She simply laughed like a mean bitch when she was told to shut up, looking at her opponents downed stayed while shaking her head in disappointment.

Soon she began to work her over towards Holly's head, pulling her arms backwards and pressing her boot down onto her shoulders to really stretch her body painfully. Her chest protruding out due to the stretching as Ami simply smirked evilly while she tortured the poor Brit.

"Awww you gonna cry? Boo-hoo, play time's over you dumb Brit so just give up"she scowled

"Nnnnngh!" Holly groaned, as Ami's slender limbs pulled agonizingly on her arms. The supermodel was once again wearing her down, physically and mentally. Ami's words were exceptionally effective, since despite her best efforts, Holly could actually feel tears beginning to form in her eyes and run down her cheeks with the excrutiating pain of the hold.

Giving up, however, was not an option, to the Brit. She'd faced some of the stiffest competition that Tension had to offer, she told herself! And sure, she'd been defeated, but that was then! And it was against opponents that frightened her, not against those who- like Ami, simply filled her with a burning hate that made her want to win, out of sheer spite!

Holly's chest swelled, straining against her low-cut ring gear, as she took a deep breath. Then, choking back more tears, the British Bombshell swung her leg out and over, trying to flip both herself and Ami over, alleviating some of the pressure and- Holly prayed, loosen the supermodel's grip enough that Holly could escape!

The supermodel was really loving her torturous move as she had some payback in her mind, looking to make the Brit pay for her earlier humiliation of the supermodel. She noticed Holly starting to feel upset, with tears forming across the corner of her eyes and now even run down her cheeks but Ami showed no remorse, instead she further taunted her down and was relentless.

"Hey you dumb luchador, cant you see she's done? She's stubborn and wont give up, you're her man, just throw in the towel for her. You know better than to see her suffer infront of everyone and cry like a little baby"she laughed, trying to pressure Gato to give up for her.

Still, she persisted when she threw her legs back and squirmed about a bit to flip Ami over or elevate some of the pressure but the supermodel caught on her act soon enough, the bluenette released her opponents arms and simply sat up behind her, pressing her palm against the mat she scooted forward, looking to wrap her slender legs around her opponents neck, her legs wrapped around Holly's neck as her right foot locked under her left legs knee to really lock in a figure four headscissor.