Supermodel vs. Bombshell- Ami Takeuchi vs. Holly Matheson

Holly's heart raced as the ref's count sounded in her ears. Just one more second was all she needed- just one more second, and she'd have pulled off the upset! After all of Ami's insults, all the bullying and humiliation down at the gym, after the boldness of hitting on her man right in front of her, Holly would have her justice! The British Bombshell bit her lip, anticipating that third count, and her first victory in singles competition!

Then, however, Holly's body was rocked back by the sudden kick of Ami's toned legs. The supermodel was strong, easily strong enough to push out of the pin, sending Holly off of her and falling back. Thumping down onto her bum, Holly stared in wide-eyed shock.

Holly ran her fingers through her hair, trying to contain her disappointment. Looking to the referee with tear-brimmed eyes, Holly looked for clarification, holding up two fingers as if she couldn't believe that was the count. She couldn't even muster the words, simply mouthing "Two? Two?" in anguished disbelief.

"Just get back into it, missus! She's still down!" At ringside, Blanco tried to get her attention again, pounding on the mat. Holly was too caught up in her own shock and disappointment, leaving Ami with critical moments to recover and regroup.

Ami was really caught off guard by her opponents surprise power move, with her body slammed down on the ring mats, her world was rocked as she was easily hooked up in the pin, she felt as if that was it- with all her trash talking how can she afford to lose to some rookie Brit? With the sound of the crowd cheering, she could barely hear what count the referee was on and just out of pure instinct or luck, she managed to bring her shoulder up and kick out right before the referee could get to the count of three.

Holly was shocked, but Gato wanted to keep her attention on the supermodel, rightly so- Ami quickly rolled out of the way, rolling towards one set of the ring ropes to grab onto them with both hands to get a rope break and catch her breath before Holly would get back on the offence again.

Holly took a deep breath, and tried to center herself. She was absolutely crushed that her triumphant revival hadn't gotten her the pin, just now. But, as Blanco was trying to remind her from ringside, the match wasn't over yet. The buxom Bombshell turned back to Ami, and tried to get hold of her legs. Unfortunately, Holly's tantrum had given the supermodel enough time to recover, and get herself to the ropes!

"Oh, you little coward!" Holly said, face red with anger. "You get back here!" Holly reached down to snatch up the retreating bluenette, confident that she had her on the run. However, in an instant, the referee was intervening, forcing Holly to remember the rules. "B-but! I-I-" Holly stammered out, trying to argue. The ref was in her face, however, insisting she back off until Holly raised her hands and did so. Which, unfortunately, took all off the Bombshell's attention off of Ami.

With her back really in some pain now, the supermodel smartly rolled away and went for the ropes, where she knew the referee would intervene if Holly tried to pursuit and the Brit would be too much of a nice girl to not follow to the rules. When the referee did remind her of the rules, she started to argue with the referee but didn't have much merit in it.

With that, the supermodel crept up behind Holly, her arm passing through her thigh and she managed to quickly roll her up in a surprise small package pin, with that angle she was also able to grab a hold of her tights and pull it up for a sneaky illegal pin, hopefully wanting to get the win this way to further piss the Brit off. The referee did her job and began to count

"ONE.......TWO......"

Holly was beside herself. She'd just been so angry, so frustrated with this entire match. The British Bombshell was getting sloppy, and it was showing in how often the referee had been getting on her case. Holly was so used to being such a "good girl," following all the rules and playing fair- now, it seemed like the ref was in her face every few minutes! Holly was so flustered, so beside herself, that she lost any and all focus at all on anyone else. Not the screaming fans, not Blanco, shouting from ringside to try and get her attention ... and definitely not Ami, who had slid up behind the Brit!

Holly had no idea what was happening until Ami slid a hand up her thigh. "Oh!" Holly exclaimed, eyes widening, mouth opening into an "o" as she froze. In an instant, Ami pulled her down to the mat, rolling her shoulders to the canvas and pinning her there!

"No! No!" Holly protested, but he ref was already down and counting. Holly started kicking and bucking her legs, trying to pump herself free. At ringside, Blanco was calling out and pointing at something, but no one in the ring seem to pay him any mind. Then, Holly realized what his problem was, and why she wasn't managing to kick out- Ami had her by the tights! Adding to the pathetic sight of Holly's curvy legs flailing around in the air uselessly, Ami had pulled her tights hard, securing the pin illegally and giving the fans a far-too-generous view of her shapely behind! But would the ref notice?

"THREE!"

The bell sounded, the match was over. And, in the end, Holly was defeated. "B-but, no! No!" Holly sobbed. For as much as she wanted to put the bluenette supermodel in her place, Holly had failed. She wanted that win more than anything, and Ami had stolen it from her. When she was released from the pin, Holly would roll up to her knees, and run her fingers through her hair in scalp-pulling frustration. Tears running down her eyes, she looked completely, utterly crushed. At ringside, Blanco shook his head, clearly frustrated with the referee, and clearly disappointed in how Holly's night had gone. Holly could only stay there, on her knees. Sobbing, bum still hanging out of her tights for the world to see, left absolutely heartbroken by the supermodel that had tormented her.

It seemed that Ami knew how to push buttons, especially against those goody two shoes girls like Holly. All her taunts and mocking had gotten to the Brit and she seemed to want to bend the rules just a bit to get her hands on the supermodel who made sure to go for the ropes and call out anything against the rules in the slightest, even though she herself had grabbed the Brit's hair a couple of times.

With the referee engaging with Brit in a argument over the rope break, Ami sneaked up behind and hooked her arm around Holly's leg to roll her up in a surprise pin, while grabbing her tights to make sure it would be that much harder for Holly to get out.

With the angle it was hard for the referee to see, Gato's voice was being drowned by the crowd's jeers as everyone knew what was up but the referee had to play by his vision and she counted, without knowing how Holly was being pinned.

The count went all the way upto three and the supermodel picked up a dirty win, knowing Holly would be pissed, the supermodel quickly rolled out of the way after the pin and moved outside the ring, her smile wide and wicked as she huffed and puffed, taking a breather while laughing. Her tongue licking her own lips as she smiled sadistically, backing up on the ring ramp while looking in towards the ring, raising her own hands up high in the air in victory.

Left planted on her bare bum, Holly could feel her belly tying itself in knots. She watched Ami roll out of the ring with wide-eyed shock. Blanco was coming into the ring, behind Holly, ready to try and comfort the Bombshell as she mourned her loss. Holly had been beaten pretty thoroughly in the past- submitted, pinned, dominated. But never against an opponent that she had wanted to beat as badly as this one!

Ami had put Holly through so much, even before the opening bell. Ami's supermodel looks and trim figure had made Holly feel fat, ugly, slow. Holly had needed this win, if only to prove to herself that wasn't the case! Holly looked to the referee, frowning with her eyes clasped in front of her face, pleading with the ref to consider her call of the finish. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen. The Brit's usual composure had dissolved, in the face of having this match stolen out from under her.

Holly turned to watch Ami laughing at her. Mocking her, making her feel just as soft and pathetic as she had, back in the gym. The tears were flowing freely, now, Holly's curvy body wracked with inconsolable sobs. Ami had won, tonight, and there was nothing that Holly could do about that. Just sit there, soaking in the fact that Ami had completely outclassed her, in every way. Holly just trying to convince herself that somehow, some way, she would have a chance to enact some kind of payback, for this ...

WINNER: Ami Takeuchi, via pinfall w/ the rollup!