Supermodel(s) (For KC)

The way he used that catchphrase didn't seem like it was one that he made up as he went. After she was whipped across the ring and smacked against the turnbuckle, Bryan continued with the offence when he ran across towards her and splashing his frame against the supermodel in a body splash to leave her winded in the corner.

Bryan would follow up his body splash attack by dragging Ami out of the corner, trapping her in another headlock as he proceeded to drag her out of the corner back towards the center of the ring. His strong arm wrapped around her pretty little head as he squeezed, making her groan in pain as she began to weakly tug at his forearms.

She blushed, as he was still unclear on his meaning on what padding was. Certainly she hoped that it didn't mean what she thought it meant. She was trapped under his arms and bent forward slightly as she faced him, she suddenly let out a YELP as she hopped up a bit as well, after feeling her butt slightly groped "HEY!" she would hiss before feeling some tightness in between her legs as Bryan would grab the waistband of her spandex shorts and bring Ami off of her feet in an upside-down position, letting the blood rush through her head to get her dizzy and nauseous before slamming her down on the back of her head and shoulders as he hit her with the brain buster.

*THUD*

Ami let out a loud moan in pain as she shifted over onto her side, clutching her head in pain as the spar was really picking up the pace in intensity.

Bryan sure hoped Ami had a sense of humor about these types of things. Not too many Tension ladies would take too kindly to him coping a feel in the middle of a spar. It just so happened to be a lucky coincidence that a groping handful of her cute backside was the best way he could think of to demonstrate his padding point without outright saying it. Bryan only wished that there were more opportunities in the future that he could prove his point this way. By letting his hands do the talking, so to speak.

But once again, the benefits of having such a petite opponent were coming into play as it enabled Bryan to pull off maneuvers unavailable to him against heftier foes. A seamless transition taking place as Bryan heaved Ami overhead for an upside-down view of the training gym. The prolonged elevation adding to her dizzying sense of weightlessness and perhaps a feeling of embarrassment from being put in such a helpless position by the "devastatingly handsome super stud"...her words too, not just his. He stiffened his own studly frame as well to keep Ami elevated for as long as possible before slamming her straight down onto her head and shoulders.

"Sorry bout the padding thing..." Bryan muttered out amidst a few exhaustive breaths as he came to a seated position besides the languishing supermodel, than taking little time in rolling her over onto her back and weighing her down with his chiseled frame. "...but trust me, it's a compliment." By hooking her legs and bundling her up into a ball, Bryan went for another pin attempt that he almost hoped wouldn't go through...

"One..."

Certainly Bryan could not be implying that she had some padding down in her buttocks to make them look more round and plump, the supermodel did not have the most voluptuous breasts nor the biggest ass, they were modest enough and she certainly took an offence to anyone who seemed to suggest that any of her au-naturel body had any sort "improvements". 

Ami didn't have any time to express any of those feelings as Bryan had kept her busy with his continuing "Hurricane" offense, trapping her head under his arm before pulling her up and over, before dropping her down on her head for a brainbuster move. 

Ami let out a girlish moan as she clutched her head, nudging into Bryan a bit to offer some negligible resistance as he hooked her leg after rolling her over onto her back and pressing down on her with his toned body. He would get to a count of two and just before three, the supermodel would use her leg strength to thrust her thighs up to break out of the hooked position and get her shoulder up off the mat to break the count. 

"Owww....not so fast, handsome" she would say, still moaning in pain and her head feeling quite dizzy from the brainbuster slam.

A part of Bryan was indeed wishing that Ami still had the wherewithal to kick out of the pin attempt and send this match into extra innings. Not that the prospect of winning was any less tantalizing to him, but he would be lying if he said that this wasn't one of the better training spars he's ever had since first tying on his wrestling boots. He was getting a damn good workout in, learning what it meant to throw-down with a former Tension world champion...and all while mixing it up with a natural beauty like Ami. Someone who he was genuinely being with, and someone who just than broke up the pin count. But not to Bryan's disappointment, more to his relief.

"Dah, why am I not surprised?" Bryan asked after repelling up to a seated position, wiping some sweat off of his forehead while breathing heavily with a roving glance over the lovely physique of the dazed supermodel. His admiration for her flawless bod and that completely natural rump of hers kept his eyes wandering for a few seconds before he shuffled to escort Ami up to her feet by her arm.

"Ya know...I'm kinda finding it tough to keep putting the screws to someone who seems to just get more witty, beautiful, and charming the more I hang out with her..." Bryan huffed out against the side of Ami's sweaty neck while pressing the supermodel against the nearby ring ropes. Contrary to what he said he tried not to let his mixed emotions stop him from giving Ami the match she wanted, so he would attempt to Irish whip her across the ring to have her bounce back towards him.

After kicking out from the pinfall attempt, the supermodel's eyes blinked fast as the gym lights shone down on her face and body, irritating her eyes while making her body glisten in sweat in her sexy gym attire. She did seem to catch her opponent's face, who didn't seem too disappointed that she managed to kick out of the pinfall attempt.

"Mngh....oww, you shouldn't be" she would say taking the time to catch her breath while still massaging the side of her head which was still throbbing in pain from the after effects of his brainbuster. Bryan would proceed to shift Ami on to her feet by grabbing her arms and pulling her up along with him.

"Owww r-really? That brainbuster just a moment ago proved otherwise....oww" she would giggle blushing a bit as well as she got pushed back towards the ring ropes, with his body so close to hers. Bryan would whip her across the ring ropes and after bouncing off the opposite ring ropes, she would run back at the male model looking to fire a quick counter by attempting a running cross-body splash to take her opponent down on his backside while also catching him off guard, her breast would smack against his manly pecs if she managed to connect with her cross body splash. If her tactic worked and she did take him down, the supermodel planned to finish this spar with her finisher to inflict both pain and pleasure to Bryan.

Ami sure did like to have her cake and eat it. On one hand, she seemed to be at her competitive best as she shunned any requests for a water break and demanded Bryan give her his level best. But on the other hand, she wasn't above letting you know when she was rattled and banged up. Maybe it was simply her way of lulling her opponent into a false sense of security and making them confused as to how far they should go with striking and slamming the cerulean haired beaut around without wanting to seriously injure her.

It was maybe a little underhanded of Ami, but nothing particularly heinous or deserving of any harsh reprimanding. Bryan was actually finding it to just be a part of her wily charm...not that anyone who lost a match to her because of it would be thinking the same, but the model athlete was intent on not being one of those unlucky dudes who suffered a lose to her and only gripe and moan about it.

Bryan huffed out his complimentary tangent against her sweaty neck before putting his all into a thrusting Irish whip across the ring. Despite him being in an adrenaline infused haze, he knew full well what he was saying and couldn't deny there was a fair share of truth to it all. Still, he tried to steel himself and not let his wandering mind cause him to lose his momentum fueled advantage. But what did cause him to lose it, was the fact that Ami was remarkably quicker on her feet than he anticipated. Before he could process how to handle the unexpected blue blur dashing at him, he was already being slammed back down to the canvas in a stunned stupor with Ami's sweaty frame weighing him down.

Despite feeling a bit soft for her sparring partner, the supermodel still could not let her innate emotions of being an underhanded and sly female wrestler. She tried her best not to let this get over her head too much, she was genuinely having a good time wrestling Bryan and found it hard to focus on whether she wanted to win the match or just enjoyed the feeling of her being in the ring with him.

Nonetheless, with the rush of adrenaline flowing through her veins after being whipped across the ring, she would bounce off the opposite ring ropes and come sprinting back, leaping in the air in a cross body formation to take Bryan down. She ended up on top of him, in perfect position to do a cross body pin but chose to end things with her finisher.

"Mngh you deserve something special for your efforts"she would say, heaving in effort after she got up onto her knees next to him and grabbed him by the arm to pull him up on his feet along with herself. She stood in front of him, she would lean into him and press her chest to his, gently placing her palm against the back of his head as she got up on her tippy toes to kiss him....on the lip, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment. "Mmm" she would moan softly as she parted lips, hoping he would be distracted enough for her to attempt the second phase of her finisher.

Ami would take a step back, ready to leap back in to smack her heel against his chin.....however something came over her, she couldn't bring herself to do it, the first kiss left her wanting for more, something that has never happened to her before, instead of distracting her opponent with the kiss, she felt distracted as well. She leaned in, unable to lift her leg up and instead buried her chest against his once more, going for another passionate kiss!

Chalk it up to another case of simple-minded rookie mistakes and underestimating his former world champion of an opponent. Bryan honestly thought Ami would have finally run out of steam at this point, especially after having taken a stalled brainbuster straight to her noggin. Whether she liked to feign injuries or not with her deceitful grumblings, Ami still proved that she had the endurance to take some pretty gnarly blows and still have the wherewithal to come back asking for more.

Bryan's idea for a simple dropkick or suplex being upended by the cerulean haired model leaping upward for a cross-body splash that swept him off his feet and left him sprawled out on his back. He was left in a bit of a stunned stupor that wasn't all that bad considering it ended with the lovely model lying atop him, but he had a feeling that "something special" she mentioned wasn't something to look forward to. He grumbled and groaned while being escorted back to his feet, before he was proven decidedly wrong when Ami suddenly locked lips with him!!

"Mmph!!" Bryan was left stunned and wide-eyed before he just kind of melted into it, the mesmerizing kiss taking up all his thoughts and giving him the telltale blush that accompanied his heart skipping several beats. The model athlete was indeed left in a spacey daze after Ami stepped back to prepare what would have been the knockout blow. But instead it felt like the match didn't even matter anymore, and Ami apparently felt the same as she stepped back in for another tender kiss. One that Bryan was too happy to return as he placed a hand right below her butt to give her a little lift so she wouldn't have to be on her tip toes. An entire day's worth of pent up sensual attraction being unleashed in one moment...

...before a flashing image of Alaina's smiling face triggered in his head, and the soft kiss was abruptly broken, but by Bryan this time.

"Wait hold on...we gotta stop. I'm...I'm sorry as all hell, but I'm seeing someone....shit, I'm really sorry. You're flat-out amazing...but we gotta stop..." Bryan stuttered and stammered while attempting to place Ami down and separate themselves as carefully as possible...

In truth, Ami was quite exhausted from the spar. It seemed quite close to a official pro wrestling bout, had it not been for the occasional breaks and light hearted taunts. Both wrestler's had been going at it for quite some time and there was some feelings in the ring that were not necessarily in the spirit of competition but perhaps something more. Ami would attempt to brush off those feelings for most parts of the match and after the hurricanrana she attempted to finish this.

However, the first part of her finisher which involved to kiss Bryan on the lips seemed to light that fire in her that had been blowing smoke in her during the match. Eventually, she couldn't pull off the second phase of her finisher and once more leaned in to kiss him instead of sending her heel to his chin. At first, he welcome the second kiss, feeling him grab her butt to push her up and further press up against him as her modest chest mushroomed against his manly chest.

However, the moment suddenly popped when she was put down and Bryan broke off from the kiss. Seemingly confused as he started to apologize, once again reminding Ami and perhaps himself that he was in a relationship. Ami's eyes widened, she knew this was the case so there was no deception from him either. Ami bit her lip, sweat glistening off her body as she brushed strands of her sweaty hair behind her ear.

"I.....I-um.....you're right. I guess I got carried away. Listen, I.....I- gotta go....thanks for the spar" she said turning her head sideways to avoid looking him in the eye as she began to quickly make her way out of the ring, rolling from under the bottom ropes as she grabbed her stuff outside the ring, hugging her gymbag as she made her way out towards the locker room.

Bryan's thoughts were just all over the place and his emotions were just as scattered as he mumbled and stuttered his way out of this horribly awkward situation. The mental fortitude he had to interrupt what had been an amazing kiss surprised even him, especially considering how natural everything was unfolding between him and the cerulean haired knockout in his arms. The mild, kindling sparks between them just sort of erupted into flames when their lips touched...but no sooner was he losing himself in the sweaty embrace than he remembered the autumn-haired Amazon he was doing real dirty now.

"HeyHeyWait you don't gotta..." Bryan stammered and followed Ami as far as the edge of the ring in his pleading attempt to keep things from ending like this. In retrospect she may have been making the wisest decision by scurrying off to save everyone the embarrassment. But he noticed that little bit of heartbreak in her eyes despite Ami doing her best to hide it by avoiding direct eye contact with him. That probably hurt more than any wrestling move that he ever been put through.

"Goddammit...I fucked everything up didn't I?..." A random passerby looked back at Bryan and agreed with a judgmental nod before walking off. Bryan already began kicking himself as he folded his hands on the top of his sweat soaked noggin. He backpedaled a few steps until he was resting against the ropes behind him, not knowing what's going any more except that he was a colossal asshole. All he knew was that he needed to find Alaina ASAP to have what was no doubt going to be one of the most difficult conversations of his life.