Ami Takeuchi Vs. Michael Northman

Match type: Standard pro wrestling
[b]Winning condition: Pin/ Submission/ KO

It would seem her rivalry with the Northmans would not go away, this was a chance to rekindle the fire in the supermodels belly that had been extinguished when Ami lost her long running rivalry against Belinda. She had heard about the incidents backstage between the blonde cutie and her brother, Daisuke and was none too happy about the out-come and wouldn't luck have its way when Ami was scheduled for a match against the Michale Northman, the brother of her old nemesis.

"Now's my chance to get back against that dumb blonde Belinda. I'm going to show her brother what's it like to mess with the supermodel"she would say, flicking her long blue hair behind her shoulders with one hand as the other was tying the laces of her boots as she was doubled over.

Standard attire:

The supermodel was wearing her standard wrestling attire which consisted of a custom made ruby red top and matching wrestling briefs with white knee high wrestling boots. She would head out to the wrestling arena, standing in the gorilla position as she waited for her theme to cue. The supermodel would then walk past the curtains and head out to the arena, the Former Tension World Champion was confident about her ability and even though she knew she was facing a Northman, she felt she didn't see the brother of the family do much wrestling and figured she had a good chance against the male blonde.

Making her way to the ring, she would slide underneath the bottom rope before getting back up on her feet, raising her hands up high with a arrogant smirk on her face, ignoring the fans as they jeered her. The supermodel would take her place in her corner of the turnbuckle, leaning against it while rolling her shoulders and doing some nimble pre-match stretches to warm-up before the match. "Come on, bring him out here already" she demanded.

Spoiler:

Michael was rather surprised to be put into a match against the former Tension World Champion; Ami Takeuchi. He knew quite well what she was capable off as he had seen the matches that the blue haired supermodel had with his sister Belinda Northman. The two of them had traded wins and had intense matches. In truth her was a little scared about how this was going to turn out for him...Michael took a deep breath and decided to calm his own nerves.

He took out his cellphone as he sat in the locker room. Dressed in what looked like a normal jogging outfit, as he started to boot up a game up on his phone. Doing some light gameplay while he waited for his turn to go down towards the ring. When there was a knock on his door though the Swede moved up to his feet and opened the locker room door, only to his surprise to see his sister there.

Michael would blink for a few seconds as Belinda was the one who was on the other side of the door. " H-hey?" Michael let out. " Hai hai! I came to wish you good luck and cheer you on." Belinda spoke out as she nodded her head, forming a fist and bumping it against Michael's chest. " You're up now bro, go kick some Takeuchi butt." Belinda said with a smirk and a wink of her eye.

It helped to provide him with some confidence, as Belinda sounded as if she believed her had a chance. The young Northman took to unzipping his jacket and giving it to Belinda along with his phone. " I'm off!" the cheerful male spoke out as he went off bare chested towards the ramp.

The young Northman stepped out onto the ramp as his music started playing, making his way down the ramp and when he reached the ring jumped up onto the apron and them vaulted over the ropes and into the ring, walking up to the center of the ring as he'd stretch his right hand out and offer Ami a handshake. " Hey, names Michael. Hope you won't be too rough with me. I'll try my best to keep up with a Champion grade wrestler like you."

Ami waited anxiously for her male opponent, a very special male opponent no doubt. The supermodel would get some pay-back by beating the male in the Northman siblings and surely not all of the siblings could be accomplished wrestlers, right? Ami hadn't seen much of Michael's matches and thought perhaps he was the weak link in the trio of the Northman siblings and she was about to find out.

His music cued and he came down the ring ramp, clad in a pair of jogging track-pants. The blonde male was quite the looker and Ami bit her lower lip and attempted to hide her blush. He was bare chested and was noticeable fit, his cute face reminded her of Belinda.

She quickly shook her head, raising her eyebrow at the thought of accepting his handshake. She walked up to the middle of the ring, inspecting him from head to toe, refusing to shake his hand. "Hmm flattery will get you nowhere. You're cute I'll give you that but don't expect me to hold back just because of that, got it" she would say with a wave of her finger.

Michael stepped into the ring and with it he started to walk up towards the center of the ring, putting his hand out forward as he aimed to shake Ami's hand to start this match with. He had expected two scenarios, either Ami would step forward and take a hold of his hand and do something underhanded, or Ami would take his hand and shake it. Both of which seemed wrong as the blue haired beauty didn't do either. Instead she didn't take a hold of his hand.

Instead though, she simply spoke to him and waved her finger at him. Michael would shrug his shoulders and pull his hand back. " Flattery? I wouldn't say it's flattery to simply tell it how it is." Michael smiled as he looked at the woman. " Though I just got called cute, so maybe flattery does get you somewhere?" Michael let out as he would wink his eye at Ami Takeuchi.

He'd step back a step and then raise his hands, readying himself and awaiting for the bell. So that he could start this match with Ami Takeuchi.

Ami was not interested in shaking his hand, although he was quite cute and Ami couldn't deny it, she was still a Northman and the supermodel had sworn a vendetta with anyone associated with that name. She would look at his hand before shaking her head, refusing to accept it and instead offering some of her trade mark harsh words.

Michael eventually pulled his hands back, seemingly a little disappointed at the lack of sportsmanship. "HAH! Just like you said, I wouldn't say it's flattery to simply tell it how it is" she would wink back at him.

The bell rang and the supermodel brushed her hair back, before taking a crouching position with her hands out in front of her, looking to circle the cute male wrestler before attempting to lunge in for a lock up.

Michael would see the cute wink from Ami as the beautiful supermodel let out those words of hers. " I guess it's only fair that I throw that compliment right back at you then." Michael said in response to Ami's words, basically calling her cute as well. 

Then they finally broke off, the bell would ring and the two of them would drop down into their wrestling stances, crouching down low as they started to circle one another. Michael would take a deep breath, considering how well he had seen Ami perform against her sister, Michael couldn't help but be a bit worried, after all this woman had held the Tension World Championship at one point. 

He would inch forward, and a bit more. Then finally they two of them would lock up. Going for a quick Collar and Elbow tie up, as he would place his head over Ami's shoulder, being ear to ear with the woman as he wrapped his arms around Ami's neck and grabbed at the woman's arm. His bare toned chest pressing against Ami's rather generous pair as he tried to push into her and force the beautiful blue haired babe backwards.

Ami would pout while raising her eyebrow and putting a hand on her left hip while leaning towards the right. "Oooh no. I'm not just cute, I'm much more than that!" she would say before breaking off and backing up a couple of steps.

The bell would ring to signal the start of the match and the two would take up a wrestling stance as they circled each other. Ami was focused, her eyes were locked at Michael's position as she licked her lips, eager to prove herself against her opponent.

The supermodel then lunged in, as did her opponent, the two ended up in a heated collar and elbow lock up. Her generous bust pressed up against Michael's toned chest as the two battled for supremacy. After a while of struggling, the supermodel felt being pushed back despite her best efforts in pushing the stronger male forward. "Mngh...come on!" she would growl, before quickly breaking off from the lock up as she was clearly being out-grappled.

Ami would quickly move in behind the blonde male, looking to wrap her arms around his waist for a waistlock, doing her best to squeeze him as her body pressed up against him.

Michael would throw Ami a smile as the woman seemed to not be too happy with her just being called cute. For that reason the young Swede would let out a soft chuckle and shrug his shoulders. " I can't throw all the compliments at once. Or else the match would never get a chance to start." Michael said as he would then ready to grapple with Ami Takeuchi.

To his surprise though the two of them went forward without a hitch for that at least the first few moments. As Ami takeuchi's impressive chest pressed against Michael's bare chest. A slight blush on his cheeks as he felt her impressive rack push against him. The two of them battled for control as then suddenly Ami broke off from the lock up and managed to slip in behind him, her breasts pushing against his back as those arms hugged his waist tightly. "Nngh....C-clever.." Michael let out as he would try and grab at Ami's hands and try to pry them off of him and try to free himself.

If he could, then the blond would try and slip in behind Ami! Looking to reverse their positions as he would try and lock her in the exact same kind of Waist Lock and put a squeeze on Ami's waist. "Take this!"

The supermodel managed to quickly turn the table on her opponent, transitioning the grapple battle into a waist lock. She felt his athletically toned figure against her own slender figure whilst she was pressed against his back with her body, her hands wrapped around Michael's waist as she squeezed as hard as she could, with her teeth gritting in the effort it took from her cute bulging bicep muscles.

"Oho why thank you" she would sneer before feeling his hands go around her own wrists as he attempted to loosen her grip. It only proved a distraction, as he only managed to pry them off just a bit before slipping in behind her and returning her the favour, trapping her in the same move as she did to him. "Mnfh! L-let go" she would growl, wriggling and squirming in his grip as she backed up into him, looking to push him back towards the corner turnbuckle by keep backing up into him.

Michael had been able to slip in behind Ami Takeuchi and pressed against her as he would start to squeeze on her waist. For the moment it looked as if he was able to put the pain down upon the blue haired beauty, yet of course Ami was quick witted enough to think of a way out of this. As she started to back up, forcing the Swede to backtrack as Ami's firm and tight body pushed against his front.

A slight blush on his cheeks as Ami Takeuchi forced him right back up against the turnbuckle with a thud." Uufft!" Michael grunted out as Ami's body flattened his against the corner turnbuckle. His arms loosening around her waist as he would let out a soft groan. "Uugh...."