Supermodel(s) (For KC)

The supermodel was indeed crafty, where she lacked the obvious strength and size she could more than make it up for that by her stubbornness, technique and cunning wrestling tactics. More often than not she would even resort to underhanded tactics but somehow, the moment didn't need for her to use such tactics because of one reason or the other. Even with her body pressed in the corner, trapped in a waistlock- she would opt for a more conventional counter than a sneaky one, expertly trapping him in a headlock after weakening his grip with a couple of timed elbow strikes. Once said headlock was secure, she would gracefully back up before running towards the ring ropes, leaping off them to twist her body back towards the middle of the ring, dropping on her tush and slamming Bryan down face first on the ring mats as she hit him hard with a springboard bulldog.

"Woo! Hows *huff*huff* that?!" she said panting in-between breathes. The supermodel would raise her arms up in excitement before looking over her shoulder to the downed male mode. She would nudge his shoulder to push him down on his backside, before laying across his chest for a cross body pin!

"Oooooone...tttttwwwooooo!"she counted, giggling while she did.

It took a concerted effort to remind Bryan that this was indeed just a normal, average, run of the mill spar. Nothing too different than what he goes through when he arrives at the gym to run the ropes to keep his wrestling prowess up in between his lengthy photo shoots all over Japan. But somewhere along the line, Bryan realized there was more going on here that just a simple testing of his skills against a hot supermodel he had just treated to some fairly expensive drinks. It just kinda felt like Ami was coming at him with all she had as if there really was a belt on the line, his evidence for that simple being how she had just rather viciously plastered his face against the canvas after taking him for a proverbial ride in her springboard bulldog.

"Gadamn man..." Bryan mumbled out in his withering daze before being shoved over onto his back with his limbs splayed out, a throbbing headache making it more difficult to regain his senses. Though he could still make out several sensations around him, such as the subtle softness of Ami's perky chest against his abdomen, or the mischievous giggling coinciding with her equally impish pin count. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Bryan to realize what was going around in him in time to twist to the side and break up the count at the very last second.

It may have been just a spar but that didn't mean Ami was going to treat this match lightly. Whenever she stepped in the ring, spar or not, she would treat it as an actual match and would want to win. That's the attitude that got her to the top level of Tension when she won the title, that and some questionable tactics and interference. The best she did was to refrain from those questionable tactics in said spar but that was the only leverage she was going to offer her male model opponent tonight.

After slamming him down face first on the ring mat, the supermodel would attempt for a pinfall attempt, laying across Bryan's chest for a crossbody pin. She smirked while looking down on him, counting the pinfall count in a rather stretched manner. Right before she could get to the count of three, Bryan would offer some resistance by twisting to the side and break up the count.

"Mngh! Ah, well it seems you do have some more fight left in you? Good, I would be disappointed if you didn't." she would giggle, pushing up to her knees before slowly making her way back up on her feet, allowing her male opponent some breathing space.

Bryan would have like to think that it was his own strengthened endurance and wrestling wherewithal that kept this spar from ending in a somewhat lackluster fashion, but he would be lying if he said that Ami's prolonged pin count didn't play a role in it as well. Her own cocky hubris maybe affording that extra second or two he needed to gather his wits about him in time to shuffle out from under her. He rubbed his aching temple while groggily getting his knees under him along with some strained blinking to help to focus that fuzzy vision of his.

"Nngh, yeah well...one thing I pride myself on...is showin the ladies a good time, and making sure they never leave my place disappointed..." Bryan quipped as he eventually found the fortitude to get himself vertical once more several seconds after Ami would do the same. He made good use of the extra time Ami allowed him to regain his senses, though he was obviously not too banged up considering he was feeling well enough crack his innuendo-laden jokes.

"Phew, kinda wish you told me you were treating this like the real thing though. Afraid that means I can't take it easy on you anymore, little lady..." Bryan teased while rotating his right arm once he felt himself able enough to get this spar/match back on the road.

Maybe it was simply the fact that Ami didn't want this spar to end, which made her count in such a prolonged way however, even if she didn't want to give him the easy way out of kicking out she would have still hoped that despite her giving him the slight chance, he would have still kicked out. After all, she wanted Bryan to be a tough competitor and not just a pretty boy.

As he kicked out, the supermodel made her way back up on her feet, allowing Bryan to do the same. "Quite the charmer I see"Ami would smirk, keeping her distance as she walked around in the ring, circling her male opponent.

Ami would stop and then pout, putting her index finger against her chin while raising her eyebrow as if to ponder on something. "You're not going to take it easy on me anymore eh? but wait, didn't you say that you aren't going to take it easy on me at the start of the match " she would giggle, before resuming her circling of her male opponent, waiting for an opening for her to pounce on him.

His throbbing facial pains were steadily becoming a thing of the past as Bryan began encircling the ring with a jaunty skip to his step. Hee was trying to regain his fleet-footed mobility was the first thing he needed do if he didn't want Ami to have the bragging rights of having a win over him. Those were just the type of stakes to get his rattled head back in the game, even if he was also hoping they could stretch this match out more. It wasn't everyday he got the opportunity to tussle with a former world champ who was as skilled as she was hot...  

"Yeah, well...uh...I ,Oh I just said that lure you into a false sense of security. To make you think you seriously had a chance of beating the B-R-Y guy. But the gloves are off now, Beautiful~...Hope you're ready for The Hurricane~..." Bryan jokingly stated in what was him basically pulling excuses out of his ass. Just some witty banter that helped prolong the waltz around the ring until he was ready to kick things off again.

Bryan passed his hand through his stylized hair before resuming a grappling stance with a cheeky smile on his face. He gradually shuffled forward before abruptly ducking down to wrap his arms around her waist with his broad shoulder digging into her stomach. Hopefully this all went as fluidly as he planned in his head as he hopped Ami up pretty high into the air before introducing her plump backside to his waiting knee in an attempted atomic drop.

While at times it was her competitive spirit which made her do more than what would be expected from a light spar or perhaps it was the sadist in her that loved inflicting pain on her opponents that made her want to dominantly end this match with a win that could get the better of her but in this specific spar there was another emotion of excitement that she never felt before which, oddly enough, wanted her to prolonge the bout.

Ami cocked her head to the side, giggling a bit as she watched Bryan struggling to find the right words to defend himself. "Haha Bry-guy? Hurricane? Alright....I better get ready then!"she would laugh, flicking her hair back as she took her wrestling stance.

The two would once again resume their grappling position, lunging in for another grapple but the guy would duck down and wrapped his arms around her waist, immediately Ami would try to bring her hands down towards his wrists to try and pry them off as she feared another submission hold however he had other ideas in mind. Bryan would instead lift her up and slam her rear down against his extended knee in a atomic drop, prompting Ami to hop off his knee and hop around while rubbing her tailbone "OW, OW, OW!! T-that hurt"she would moan.

Nailed it...

Or at least that's what Bryan told himself in regards to his wholly fabricated excuses as to why Ami was was putting him though the proverbial ringer her. Not all of what he said was completely trumped up bravado though, Bryan knowing full well that he had to pick up the tempo of the spar if he wanted to show Ami who truly deserves the title of Best Wrestler/Model on the roster. Probably not the most coveted title there ever was, but one Bryan wouldn't mind lauding over Ami with an ear to ear grin whenever he would bring it up.

"Oh, guess you weren't as ready as for The Hurricane as you thought..." Bryan quipped while shoving himself off of his knee after his tailbone bruising Atomic Drop, reserving a stifled chuckle from seeing Ami bounce around while clutching her backside. The cerulean-haired beaut even looked cute while she was in pained agony...still, he had a spar to win here.

"Couldna' hurt all that much though..." Bryan uttered while taking one Ami's of arms by the wrist..."What with all that padding ya got back there." ...and tugging her forward in an Irish Whip towards the nearest corner turnbuckle. Once confirming that Ami was well and duly cornered, the model athlete would take off in a dashing sprint and attempt to flatten Ami between his chiseled pecs and the turnbuckle behind her with a leaping body splash.

Things were picking it up seemed, as Ami cranked up the intensity in the spar and expected her male model/wrestler counterpart to do the same. It seemed as if he didn't disappoint as he had some nifty tricks up his own sleeves. Feigning in another grapple, he would duck low to wrap his arms around her and smack her down onto his knee for a atomic drop. One which made the supermodel hop around while massaging her sore tailbone. The move had her a little bit mad, but she had it coming for wanting Bryan to up his own game. Now, things were surely going to get interesting and heated up.

"Owww hurricane...I was expecting something owww else" she would say with a pain stricken face while still massaging her backside. She felt her hand being grabbed then blushed slightly, not sure what he meant by that. She didn't have time to think on that though, "Padding? wait what do you mean by tha-Whooaa!" she was whipped across the ring and smacked against the turnbuckle and before she could do anything else, the male model ran across towards her and leaped up in the air, splashing his chiseled frame against the delicate frame of the supermodel! His sweaty muscular frame pressed against Ami's and while it discomfort her to be squashed in the corner like that it did feel slightly satisfying to feel his muscles up close against her as she moaned in pain slightly.

Although it was something that Bryan had literally only made up on the spot, he was already contemplating trademarking the "Hurricane" phrase since it so aptly describes what happens when he gets back on the offensive. It was just a whirling mishmash of nonstop slams, suplexes, and splashes that he himself didn't even know he was going to do until a split second before he was already halfway into pulling it off. And Bryan kept up his "Hurricane" offensive with a leaping body splash after seamlessly flinging Ami to the corner turnbuckle.

The svelte, sweaty softness of Ami's flattened supermodel frame was a welcome cushion to his high-flying landing, something he appreciated a little too much as he took an extra second to just sorta slump against her. The jostling ring ropes were only beginning to settle down as Bryan began escorting the cerulean-haired beauty out of the corner by means of a snugly applied headlock. The Model Athlete made a promise to Ami to go full-speed with nothing held back, and the B-R-Y guy's word is his bond, man.

"C'mon...ya know..."padding". I'd think that's pretty self-explanatory." Bryan quipped while flinging one of Ami's arms behind his neck. He further made his pervy point by letting his roving hand give her backside a groping caress and squeeze before grasping the waist of her shorts. One heaving exertion later bringing Ami off of her feet and in the precarious position of hanging upside-down before the world would come crashing down on the back of her head and shoulders in an attempted brain buster.