Supermodel(s) (For KC)

For a model, Ami expected him to be rather flirtatious with her rather than a chivalrous gentleman. Perhaps, that was the reason she was rather playful with him too, most of the male models she might during her career as a model were usually playboys, looking to sleep with the most amount of female models as a part of a competition within the male model circle. The more women you slept with, the more popular you were as a male model.

Bryan, was a slightly different for now, however male models did have the tendency to hide their real intentions quite expertly. Ami being a model herself didn't feel that vibe from Bryan just yet. The two would take a brief moment to limber up, doing some pre-match warm-ups and stretches before both of them were ready for the throwdown.

She would nod at his instructions, accepting the match-type and would simply smile at his second suggestion. The two circled around, Ami brushing her stray hair behind her ear for a moment while circling him before the two would lunge in and lock up.

The supermodel locked up with a girlish grunt, looking to push into her male opponent. She felt his muscle against her lean body, her breasts pressed up against his pecs as she struggled to get anywhere and eventually she would be pushed back into the corner turnbuckle.

"Mngh! Not bad....for a pretty boy" she would wink at him, looking to raise her hands up in the air to signal a clean break.

For all of those nasty backstage rumors swirling around the Takeuchi's and about how they were a shadier family than the Corleone's, Bryan sure wasn't seeing any of that purported treachery or mean-spiritedness from the demure, blue-eyed beauty staring him down. Ami was a tad, "abrasive", at the beginning of their unorthodox meeting, but for now Bryan was attributing all of that nasty gossip to a slanted rumor mill that simply wasn't in Ami's favor perhaps due to her success or that initially guarded and sharp-tongued attitude of hers.

Still, Bryan would save his full assessment of Ami until after they tangle in the ring. Besides, you never truly know someone until you fight them. Which was something he once heard in an inferior movie sequel.

After having been in more than his fair share of matches against petite little ladies who could still hand you your ass on a silver platter, Bryan was by now more than accustomed to having the muscled advantage in these types of matches. Bryan exerting that brawny advantage to eventually muscle the petite supermodel back to the corner turnbuckle behind her. More than a few seconds than spent simply weighing his chiseled pecs against her and feeling the soft compression of her chest before he noticed her raised arms signaling a clean break. And Bryan, being the swarthy gentleman that he was, happily obliged.

"Can't blame me for jumping the gun, can ya? Not with a face that gorgeous staring me down..." Bryan teased while releasing the collar and elbow tie-up, offering his own wink and coy smirk as he gradually backpedaled with his arms in the air before settling them at his side. "And please. I'm much rather prefer devastatingly handsome super stud, instead of pretty boy~..."

Bryan was till on Ami's good side, it was either that or perhaps Ami took a genuine liking to the guy? With the supermodel's complicated heart and intentions one can never be too sure when she is being genuinely nice or when she is only putting up a facade. Still, it didn't take much to bring out her true intentions as most people have found out but as of now, she was cool with Bryan and the feeling was probably mutual.

The collar and elbow ended up just how she had expected it, she was never the most muscled or strong women, she relied on her cunning strategy, devious underhanded skills and her decent wrestling ability. In a straight up collar and elbow grapple against a fit and toned man, she was bound to lose this won. She looked up into his eyes, biting her lip as he spoke to her. "
Mmm no, I guess I can't blame you but...." she would say, quickly looking give him a slight shove on his chest to back him up just a bit, if she was able to push the handsome man back- Ami would dart back in at him, attempting to grab his left hand and take it behind him, placing it high above his back as she went for a hammerlock!

"Get too eager and you might just find a couple more surprises....you devastatingly handsome super stud!" she would whisper in his ear, Ami's body pressed up against Bryan's bare back while she wrenched his arm and twisted his wrists behind his back in the submission.

The model athlete began backpedaling upon summarily overpowering Ami and ushering her towards the corner turnbuckle, a part of him wondering why Ami would accept the collar and elbow tie-up in the first place if she had precisely zero chance of out muscling him. Though he would unfortunately get his answer upon barely witnessing the feisty blue blur sprint behind him and wrench his left arm behind for a considerably debilitating hammerlock.

"Nngh...gotta admit...sounds even better when you say it..." Bryan uttered back with a stifled groan through the wrenched in tightness of his shoulder from having his arm locked behind him. His coy response done primarily to not let Ami know just how bad of a situation he was in right now, despite how enticing it felt to feel the warm breath of her words directly against his ear. It took his fair share of will power and some patted tapping on his shoulder to numb the pain, but Bryan would eventually find the strength to spin in the direction of his bent arm and undo the hammerlock. Both of his hands clenching onto Ami's left arm while walking her into the ropes behind her.

"Now we just gotta think of a name for you~..." Bryan whispered into her own ear while leveraging his muscled torso before attempting an Irish whip across the ring at as fast a speed he could muster, with Ami to only be greeted with stiffened stance from the model athlete for an attempted shoulder block.

Always the one to have a contingency plan, the supermodel knew exactly what she was getting into as she tied up with the stronger male. Once pushed back in the corner, she would wait for the perfect time to lunge back in at the male model and catch him in a stiff hammerlock submission, wrenching his arm high above his back while twisting his wrists there as well. Ami grinned at his response, even though he was still being fresh with her, she knew her hammerlock probably was hurting him more than he was playing out.

It wasn't long until he managed to find a way to counter her hammerlock, twisting at his waist and tapping his shoulder before quickly spinning around back of her as he broke free of her grip, grabbing her by her arm now as he pushed her into the ropes and then whipped her across the opposite ring ropes, for an Irish whip!.

The supermodel sprinted towards the said set of ring ropes, bouncing off them she would come sprinting back towards the male model in full speed, hoping he wasn't ready for her counter, the supermodel would attempt to leap up high in the air and attempted to wrap her legs around his head and acrobatically spin around as she attempted to perform a hurricanrana to take down the larger male wrestler, if successful she would bring Bryan down on his back with her on top as she would mount him in a schoolgirl pin.

"*huff*huff* I am already the supermodel Ami"she would smirk, looking down at him.

Hammerlocks were always bad news. They caused rookies to panic early and often, but Bryan had upped his game recently and practiced escaping the rudimentary hold with his trainers. His practice in the gym bearing fruit as he effectively outmaneuvered Ami before sending her sprinting across the ring in the Irish whip. Bryan didn't want to go overboard with any of his offense since this was just a training spar after all, so for now he opted to simply meet her head on with a stiff shoulder tackle.

Though Ami apparently had her own plans in mind. None of which involved her being plastered back down to the canvas, but did involve her nimbly leaping into the air and sitting herself atop his broad shoulders. Bryan muttering a stifled groan between her legs before being flipped and turned upside down for the bewildering hurricanarana. The ring shaking slightly with a spasmodic jerking of his limbs before Bryan settled down with a wincing grimace.

"Yeah...I can see that..." Bryan uttered while directing his dizzied vision upward towards the gorgeous supermodel still mounting him with her cute backside resting atop his toned pectorals. A firm yet comfortable thigh resting on both sides of his face prevented him from looking elsewhere, not that he would want to considering he had a blue-eyed beauty smiling down upon him from atop her throne and somehow looking more radiant than ever before...

The initial hammerlock was just to test her opponent's endurance, he was certainly a muscular man and a hammerlock was probably not enough to really make him squeal in pain. Still, it was a good way to tell Bryan that Ami knew how to wrestle and wasn't afraid to lock up with any man, no matter how strong or good-looking he may be.

That said, Bryan did managed to escape the hammerlock without too much difficulty, transitioning her submission into a classic Irish Whip, as he whipped the supermodel across the ring and send her into the ropes, she came back at him and lunged towards him, surprising him with her acrobatic maneuverability as she took him down in hurricanrana, slamming him down on his back while ending up on top in a schoolgirl pin.

"Can you now? I guess you'd like to see a little more then?" she would giggle, grabbing him by his short hair as she tugged on his hair a bit to really force his face against her crotch as she face-sat him, Ami would then drop down on her side while pulling Bryan down to his side as well, attempting to wrap her legs tight around his head while grabbing him gently by his hair to lock in a tight headscisso submission.

Bryan couldn't help himself when it comes to being as irrepressibly charming as he could be. Call it a holdover from when he was just making baby-steps into the modelling business and he was surrounded by scrumptious hotties 24/7, but it was his own brand of dorky charisma that had the girls either laughing at him or laughing with him.

Luckily for him, Ami seemed to be in the latter category. And for now he was just content knowing that Ami seemed to genuinely be enjoying his company...even if those laughs were taking place while she was straddling his chiseled pecs after flipping him inside out in the sudden hurricanrana.

"Hmph..." Though all hints of subtle flirtation would go right out the window when a tugging yank on his hair brought the model athlete's dashingly handsome face in muffled contact with Ami's crotch. The strong, toned thighs snapping shut around his head being more of an afterthought really, especially once he realized just where he was now nuzzling his flustered face. Not to say that the pressured torque of the headscissors wasn't doing it's job of keeping the literal pressure on his cranium. Bryan huffing out an exasperated breath against her warm muff before he began to stroke and clasp those lovely thighs of hers, than attempting to pry them open for any hint of relief here...

Even though Ami was treating it as a serious wrestling match, not wanting to lose to Bryan at all- she was still enjoying the light hearted banter with her opponent. Even though, in most of her matches she takes up the persona of either a bratty arrogant supermodel or a cut-throat bitch against her most bitterest rivals.

With Bryan, she was relaxed but somehow also not treating this wrestling match as a playdate. She sat on his chest in a schoolgirl pin after landing in the hurricanrana, transitioning the harmless facesit into a more deadly head scissor as she fell down on her side and dragged Bryan to his side as well, grabbing him by the hair to pull his face near her crotch while really clamping down on the scissor hold, squeezing his head tight. He purred slightly, playing with his hair a bit while she squeezing.

She felt his warm breath blow against her thigh as she giggled, feeling him attempt to pry open her legs by grabbing them firmly with his hands. "Oh my my! You really do want to escape? You're the first guy who wants to escape from between my legs~ Hehe" she would giggle, still squeezing away as a light sheen of sweat glistened off her lovely thighs.

Bryan highly doubted that he was the first poor hapless sap caught in this exact same predicament who struggled like hell for some semblance of relief from the muscled pressure. He picked up on Ami's sarcastic taunting well enough, but he couldn't deny that being stuffed between the supermodel's smooth thighs was one problem that thousands of red-blooded men would love to have.

"Mhmm..." His muffled retort being silenced by the stifling warmth of Ami's crotch, and even with the clenched prying of her legs, Bryan still wasn't getting any closer to freeing himself from the fleshy and muscled squeeze on his poor cranium. A prevailing thought starting to surface as his struggles were whittled down to just tenderly clasping the sides of her legs. That maybe their were worse ways to lose a match..and it's not like he was going to be yanking his head free anytime soon-

*Hmm...wait a sec...I might not have to...* Bryan sudden thoughts interrupting his sense of arousal fueled defeat as he began to shuffle back to his knees with the last vestiges of his whittled strength. Once back on his feet and with both hands clenching onto Ami's legs, the model athlete would go into a full on tailspin that would be just as dizzying for Ami as himself. Bryan scrunching his face and hoping that by the end of the improvised giant swing that Ami was disoriented enough to ease up on the headscissors by the time he was done spinning and still clenching onto her legs.