Supermodel(s) (For KC)

The supermodel was enjoying herself in this wrestling match, more so than she would admit probably. She liked being in control and that head-scissor submission really did make her feel like she was in total control of her opponent. With his head trapped in between her legs, pressed up against her crotch, she had a fistful of his short hair in her hands as she squeezed his head as hard as she could. She could see his face turning red a bit, perhaps it was due to his blush or maybe because she couldn't breathe, in any case the supermodel found it to be quite amusing.

She would raise her eyebrows when Bryan would start to shuffle back and get up on his knees, Ami would bite her lower lip and start to squeeze harder but wasn't able to stop Bryan from getting back up on his feet. " Hmm?! Ngh, what are you trying to do here? Just give up..."she would try to persuade him to submit once more but he had other ideas in his mind. Bryan would grab her lovely legs and start to spin in place, his speed would increase and soon enough the supermodel found herself trapped in a giant swing as Bryan spun her around. Her hair flew as she got dizzy...wayyy too dizzy! She would soon release her legs from his head in hopes that Bryan would let her off his merry go round! " Waaahhh lleeeeet gooooo"

Leave it to a knucklehead like Bryan to totally forget the one major advantage he had going for him this entire spar. And that was that his muscled physique easily gained him the strength advantage, as evidenced from their earlier lockup and how well that worked out for him. Still, one could hardly blame him for forgetting about this obvious advantage considering how light-headed he was and just where he had his blushing face buried. He just hoped he still had the energy left in him to pull this off.

Bryan scrunched his face and shut his eyes for the entirety of the twirling airplane spin, the model athlete hoping that by doing so that the dizzying aftereffects wouldn't have him just as discombobulated as Ami was by the time the ride was over. He himself almost tripping over his own feet as he clenched harder onto Ami's thighs and ratcheted up the speedy velocity until he lost track of the number of times he had spun them both around. But eventually Bryan wanted off the disorienting roller-coaster himself, the model athlete himself gradually slowing down to a stop.

One final muscled exertion being used to partially lift Ami up and slam her back first to the canvas, though with Bryan collapsing in an exasperated slump as well. His panting face still nuzzling into Ami's muff before he reflexively rolled over to lay his head on her thigh, still breathing heavily as he averted his weary gaze skyward...

"Well...*pant*...that was fun..."

Ami was once again reminded that in the strength department, she didn't stand a chance against the handsome male model wrestler. After suffering through the scissor hold for a while, he managed to think of a unique counter as he got up on his feet and stretched Ami's legs as they were still latched around his neck, as she squeezed tightly. It would prove to be a mistake on part of the supermodel as Bryan would begin to grab at her legs and by then, it was too late.

He would begin to spin in place, swinging her around in a Giant Swing maneuver which made Ami dizzy and slightly nauseous. She wanted to remove her legs from his neck and drop down on her back but Bryan had a hold of her legs and wasn't going to let go, she struggled about and only when Bryan would himself feel the effects of the spin, did he let her go by lifting her up slightly and slamming her down on the ring mats.

The back of her head bounced off the ring mats as she clutched her head, her world was spinning and she just wanted to lay down for a minute, almost not even feeling Byran's face against her crotch as she was too busy trying to compose herself. The male wrestler would soon roll off to rest his head against her thigh.

"OooOOoo my head....." Ami would moan softly.

Bryan may have been a little...disingenuous, with that last comment. That wasn't quite as fun as he mentioned. But what could you really expect after spinning in place for nearly one whole nauseating minute from within the stifled confines of Ami's toned thighs? He was already feeling woozy from the constricting headscissors, and now he had to add on one dizzying spin cycle to compound upon his groggy and disoriented condition.

Bryan spent the next few seconds breathing heartily and deeply appreciating the renewed blood flow to his cranium as he sort of mellowed out atop Ami. He used her soft thigh as a pillow as he contemplated just where he wanted to go from here in terms of proceeding with the spar. Overhearing the pained groans of the blue-haired supermodel did give him some cause for concern, and also helped him figure out where he wanted to go from here.

With a squinting groan, Bryan would shuffle upward while hooking one of Ami's legs. His chiseled pecs weighing down against her soft chest for an impromptu pin attempt, one that was more about him being able to check up on Ami rather than earning himself a sneaky win while she was clearly in a foggy daze."Hey...anytime you wanna take five, just give me a holler, alright? Don't wanna see you get hurt over just a little old spar, ya know?" Bryan cheekily stated with a few warm, panting breaths assuredly felt against her cute lips considering how conspicuously close their heaving bodies were at the moment...

Ami was really feeling the dizzy effects from the big swing she just had to go through. It couldn't have been that plesant for Bryan either but it was probably better than his head being crushed in between her thighs. Nonetheless, it was the supermodel that was worse for wear after going through the spin.

She felt her opponent's face against her crotch before he rested his head on her thigh but she was too busy trying to clear her fuzzy head. Ami's leg was hooked up as Bryan's handsome figure loomed over her own as he pinned her down, being the gentleman that he is, the male model instead of pinning her was more concerned about her.

Ami smirked, "Mmm that doesn't sound like a pin countdown to me, you're not very good at pinfalls are you?" she would giggle before bridging up and kicking her legs upwards to bring her shoulders up and roll out from under her opponent to kick out of the pinfall attempt.

By showcasing some genuine concern for Ami's rattled well-being, Bryan had to sort of contradict his own earlier warning about "not being such a gentleman once we get down to business." It was harder than he thought to turn off that chivalrous switch of his, especially when someone looked as thoroughly dazed and confused as Ami did. Thankfully, she was still spry enough to offer a teasing taunt as she kicked out of his pin attempt and have him be nudged to the side in the process.

"Yeah, probably not one of my best pins. But I think you'd be pleasantly surprised at what I'm good once I get you on your back..." Bryan smirked after his innuendo laden retort. Ami had sort of started all of this kinky chatter when she made her own little quip back when she was riding the hell out of his face, so he figured a little suggestive backtalk was all fair game now.

But back to matters at hand though. Bryan would shuffle towards Ami as she began propping herself up, the model athlete attempting to halt that ascension by tucking her head under his armpit for a snug front headlock as he sat himself right in front of her in between her legs. Nothing too serious, but definitely something to keep her grounded as he cranked down on the pressure between his bicep and toned pectorals.

Despite agreeing to hold nothing back in their spar, it seemed that the charm of the supermodel was working on her opponent, causing him to fear for her safety despite the supermodel being an ex-champion. It was a nice gesture for her but she reminded him of the real reason why they were in the ring.

"Haha oh really? Well I was just on my back a few moments ago wasn't I?" she would giggle as she would roll away from her opponent and shift up to a seated position before trying to get back up on her feet. Her movement was stopped when Bryan scooted forward and tucked the supermodel's head under his arm to lock in a front headlock while sitting right in front of her in between her legs.

Ami grunted in pain, first putting her hands on his mid-back and trying to push him forward while trying to pull back and escape his headlock. However, that wasn't going anywhere and she was still stuck in his tight headlock. The supermodel would try to wriggle her legs around and wrap them around Bryan's waist as he was just seated in front of her, looking to give him a squeeze of her own in a body scissor.

Considering that Bryan had just spent the better part of an entire minute spinning around until he was beginning to develop a dizzying sense of vertigo, the prospect of simply sitting in place and taking a breather sounded all the more enticing. And if he could continue applying pressure to the cerulean haired supermodel in the process, than he was having a hard time seeing any drawbacks to this next maneuver.

He breathed in a hefty lungful of air and flicked his sweat-soaked hair to the side and out of his field of vision in his brief moment of respite. At least before he felt Ami's struggling attempt to squirm free, than compelling the model athlete to reassert the secure headlock with a renewed flexing of his muscled bicep against the side of her supermodel face. He thought that would put a squash to her escape attempts, until he felt her toned thighs fasten tightly around his waist.

"NNgh...jus can't help wrappin your legs 'round me can you?" Bryan quipped with a wincing groan, the model athlete already more than familiar with how much strength Ami has in those lithe legs of hers. Ami's soft warmth was kinda hard to ignore given how close they were hugging up on eachother, but Bryan tried anyway. He also tried to roll onto his back to hopefully coax Ami into easing up on the body scissors...though such a movement could also be just what Ami needed to squeeze her head free as well...

It was time for Bryan to show off a little bit of his skill and wrestling prowess to the supermodel, as he took a comfortable seated position in front of her and had secured a tight headlock, keeping her in place as he squeezed her pretty little head in his muscled arm. His biceps bulging as he squeezed away in the headlock, making the supermodel grimace in pain.

She would start to struggle against his grip, pushing against his chest but when that failed, opted to use her legs once again as she caught him in a body scissor, prompting a cheeky remark from the male model. "Gah! Ngrgh! Not my fault you are just so squeezable!"she would quip back.

Ami's chest heaved up and down as she tried to control her breathing while she squeezed his waist while he squeezed her head. They were trapped in a stalemate and someone had to give. Eventually, Bryan would opt to roll onto his back pulling Ami on top of him, making it harder for her to keep her grip in the scissors.

The supermodel would instead to try place her palms against the ring mats and push up, looking to push the two back up on a seated position , where she would attempt to re-apply the scissor as she was confident in a squeeze fore squeeze battle, she would out-last the male model. "Gah....oww....y-you're actually pretty tough...."

Taking into account how Ami had squashed his earlier momentum by spinning him head over heels in that rather acrobatic counter of hers, Bryan opted to keep the supermodel nice and grounded for the time being. Not only to recoup himself while the time slowly passed on, but also because he had a feeling that utilizing slower and more draining submissions would have a better end result than him lying flat on his back in a dizzied daze.

But Ami was demonstrating herself to be just as crafty and adaptable as she was cute, the model athlete having to think on the fly when he felt the snug constriction around his waist. He instinctively attempted to leverage himself to collapse backward in an attempt to have her unhook her legs, but all of that was promptly thwarted when she shoved them right back to a seated position. Which probably meant his idea would have worked if she wasn't cunning enough to put a stop to it.

"Nngh...try not to...sound so surprised when you say that. But, l-likewise. Can see that...mgh...you bein Tension champion was no fluke..." Bryan settled back into position as he sat right back up, a slight grimace to his compliment as he tensed up his abdominal muscles to help cope with the strain from Ami's constriction. Settling into what looked to be a war of squeezing attrition, Bryan re-affirmed the headlock that compressed the side of her face against his sweat-slickened ribcage. It was becoming decidedly more difficult to keep his mind on the match, and not on the gentle softness of her chest rubbing up against his pecs and the entrancing warmth that came with having such a stellar beauty wrapped around you.