Supermodel(s) (For KC)

Bryan was proving to be quite the crafty wrestler, whilst the supermodel got in quite the dominating offence in the beginning of their match, Bryan was soon picking up the pace and was giving the supermodel a run for her money. After a show of acrobatic finesse and skill, Bryan managed to floor Ami and trap her in a headlock but she countered with a body scissor.

With the two pressed against each other, Bryan pushed backwards to drop on his back only for Ami to push them back up on their seated position where she reapplied her scissor but with the stalemate, it could go either way for any of them. "NGH! Oh....but I am....Ahhh....surprised!" she would smirk, whilst still in pain.

Ami had to do something and something quick, the supermodel would bring her hands up towards Bryan's face, feeling his face around his cheeks nose and mouth before finally finding his chin where she would jam her palms against and push back, trying to stretch his head backwards in an effort to try and loosen up his headlock.

Well, luckily for Bryan, at least one of them wasn't allowing there thoughts to wander too far while they were bearing down on eachother in their dual constricting holds. Despite being locked in place from the overbearing side-headlock, Ami was still thinking straight and putting up quite the resistance towards squirming her way free.

"Ah...okayokayokay..." Bryan muttered out in one hastened breath from feeling his head being shoved back by means of Ami pushing up right up against his handsome chin. There was nothing quite like being in neck-bending discomfort to get your head back in the game. But sensing that Ami was about to earn her freedom regardless, Bryan assigned his free arm towards unhooking her ankles behind his back. The model athlete abruptly relenting in his headlock in the same second he used both of his freed arms to unfasten her legs and shove Ami back.

"Whew…not bad, not bad. Keep this up and you might just have a chance of winning this whole thing, little lady..." Bryan uttered with an exhausted breath and a slight smirk, the model athlete bringing himself back up to his feet after the dual breakup.

While the feeling of pressing up against a handsome male model wasn't too bad, the supermodel's competitive spirit was far greater than her lust for a handsome and hot blooded male, still it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the finer things in life, albeit subtly.

The supermodel would continue to squeeze her legs around her opponent's waist as they would continue their squeezing competition. However, Ami would try to up her advantage by pushing Bryan's head back as she would press up against his chin. She felt her head being released but at the same time she lost her leverage in the body scissors as the two seemed to finally separate. "Whew! *huff*huff*" she would say, wiping the sweat off her face as she was still down on her ass, her chest heaving up and down as her sports bra was sweat stained.

Ami would soon press her palms against the ring mats and push up, getting back up on her feet while fixing her hair slightly "Really now? because I never was in any doubt that I couldn't do so in the first place, handsome" she would giggle and wink back.

It was reassuring to see that Bryan wasn't the only one getting a tad worked up over all of this, and not just in the typical competitive sense that almost everyone in the business has. Ami's coy teasing and flirtatious winking went hand in hand with the growing perspiration between the two professional supermodels. Not all of which was a result of their genuine exhaustion, but a decent portion was simply from them getting equally flustered from all that shared body warmth and skin contact.

"Ya know, I think I'm getting used to you calling me that, beautiful..." Bryan teased right back at her, the model athlete parting some of his well-maintained hair out of his vision before resuming a standard circling movement around the ring. Bryan keeping it in tandem with the cerulean haired model to help steady his own breathing and and mull over where to go from here. Eventually he settled for approaching once more for what seemed like another amicable lockup...

...only for the model athlete to spin out of it at the last second to attempt to a waistlock on Ami from behind. Bryan tensing his muscled grip and weighing himself down on her from behind in the precursor maneuver of any number of move he could think of from this position.

Whilst her usual spars with the unknown men of Tensions were never a thing to be taken lightly, for some reason she didn't really feel like dominating or at least try to be dominating and underhanded against Bryan. She quite enjoyed the light pace of the match, with both moments of action and some moments of light teasing and flirting. Her body was glistening in sweat as was her male opponent's who's muscles were now really showing some nice figure after getting sweaty.

"Don't get too used to it though. You never know when I might break your heart" she would giggle with a devilish smirk as the two prepared to continue the action with another lock-up. She would have most likely lost the grapple but she wanted to feel her body go up against her opponent's.

However, Bryan would opt to slip past the grapple and get in behind her. Ami's eyes widened in surprise a bit as her opponent would lock in a waistlock on her from behind. His grip around her waist tightened as he squeezed her, making her moan slightly while backing up into him, her gym shorts clad butt grinding against his crotch as her hands went around his wrists to try and pry them off of her waistline.

Bryan honestly couldn't quite remember the last time he equated throwing down in a Tension ring with genuine enjoyment. Most of the time he was too busy concocting elaborate plans to eek out a win or preventing his handsome mug from getting pounded in to say he was actually having fun in a match. So that's why he was sporting a smarmy grin while tussling with Ami this entire time. It showcased just how much he was digging their witty banter, all while grappling with a beauty who looked even hotter when she was glistening in sweat and smiling that smile of hers.

"Hnngh...wouldn't be the first, probably won't be the last..." Bryan muttered out while reaffirming the waist-lock with a tensed flexing of his biceps. Bryan had devised a plan, and he was sticking to it. Keeping her locked down and off of her feet prevented any of her speedy counters from turning the tables on him, and while he had a plethora of options from this position, it was kind of hard to concentrate on any of them once he felt Ami's cute butt gyrating against his loins.

Intentional or not, it was distracting as all hell. And it was starting to provoke the appropriate reaction down there. So in a flash of thought that didn't revolve around how pleasant it was to feel Ami's entrancing warmth once more, Bryan opted to to heave out a hefty groan to briefly lift Ami off her feet and turn in place to begin directing them towards the nearest turnbuckle. Bryan maintaining the waist-lock as he pressed Ami into the corner against his chiseled and sweaty frame with a few panting breaths against the side of her neck.

The two genuinely were having a good time, which was a weird thing to witness in a wrestling ring against two competitors especially when Ami was portrayed as one of the more heelish wrestlers in Tension. Even as she was trapped in a waistlock, she was smirking despite feeling the squeezing sensation around her hip and waist as Bryan tightened his grip on the waistlock.

"Mnggh oww, I'd imagine so!" Ami would grunt in response as she tried to elevate some of the pain by prying at his wrists to loosen his grip while backing up into him, inadvertently pressing her butt against his package.

To her surprise, she was lifted up off her feet when Bryan thought a change of plan was necessary to avoid getting distracted by her grinding, "Whooaaaa!"she exclaimed as she was lifted up and dragged to the corner turnbuckle, her body was pressed against the turnbuckle as she was pinned against it, with Bryan's body pressed tightly against her back as she was sandwiched between his body and the turnbuckle. In an attempt to fight back, the supermodel would wriggle a bit, trying to get some room to fire a couple of elbow strikes back to the abdomen of her opponent.

Being able to haul Ami up into the air so swiftly was just another advantage of facing an opponent who was as light a feather and relatively easy to overpower. Well, maybe she wasn't that much of a lightweight, but a strengthened show of force was just what Bryan needed to hopefully deter her from her fidgeting resistance and maybe help Bryan think of anything else beside the rubbing friction between the two of them.

Bryan leveraged himself against Ami to keep her compressed and also complacent until he could think of what maneuver to try out next. Any wandering eyes in the training room that day would have caught the carefree smirk on his face from what was still an unexpectedly enjoyable matchup. Made even moreso by once again being in such close proximity to the cerulean haired supermodel and all the soothing, sweaty warmth that came with it. But no sooner was he letting his mind wander once again than consecutive elbow strikes would start to be delivered sharply right to his abdomen.

"Ooph...aH..would ya sto-nngh..." Bryan groaned and shuttered with every pointy elbow bruising his stomach and making him arch over more and more, his tensed up waistlock easing up with more freedom allowed to Ami as she continued her resistant struggling.

Ami was not the most heaviest girls in Tension, which is why most people didn't think of her too much of a viable competition against the more bulkier men and woman until she proved the doubters wrong by acquiring Tensions most prestigious title. Bryan, having the strength advantage over the two was easily able to pick the supermodel up and trap her in the corner, his own frame pressing against the back of the supermodel.

Not going to let the grinding of their sweaty frames to her head, the supermodel drove a couple of elbow strikes to her opponent's abdomen to shake him up a bit and knock some wind out of the male model. She felt the waistlock loosen up more and more, allowing her more room to move around. Ami attempted to try something big, she would bring her arms up and wrap them around her opponent's head, tucking him under her armpit."Ready for this?" she would taunt before backing up just a bit from the corner before looking to leap up and bounce off the middle rope next to the turnbuckle and fling back to the middle of the ring, dropping down on her butt while slamming Bryan down on the mat she looked to pull of a Stratusfaction / springboard bulldog maneuver.

Maybe back in his rookie year, Bryan would have made the simple mistake of underestimating the cerulean haired model simply on the merits of her being light as a feather. But it didn’t take long for him to realize that what she lacked in body mass, she more than made up for in spunky rambunctiousness and the ability to throw some pretty hard hits when she needed to. Both of which combined were consistently getting her out of sticky jams, such as this reverse bearhug that was slowly loosing it’s tightened grip before the model athlete had his nogging slotted underneath Ami's armpit with a secured side-headlock.

"hgh...prolly not..." Bryan muttered from between the subtle softness of Ami's sideboob and the petite bicep digging into the side of his cheek. His free hands patting around her slim waist and the side of her thighs in what was meant to be the burgeoning struggle that may have possibly earned him his freedom eventually. Some wishful thinking that didn’t amount to much else before he felt himself being tugged and bounced around. Bryan was already feeling dizzied as Ami catapulted herself off of the middle turnbuckle before twisting them both in place. Although Ami would land relatively gently on her firm backside, Bryan would end up taking a much harsher landing as his handsome moneymaker would be implanted onto canvas with a ring-shaking thud. And that seemed as good a place as any for Bryan reconsider his approach in this spar. That was, when he could form a coherent thought amidst his foggy daze with his eyes closed to the world.