Ami Takeuchi Vs. Michael Northman

Ami's charm worked perfectly, the poor blonde was so stunned that he couldn't concentrate on moving his feet when the supermodel came back with her feet raised, which struck his chin. Michael's world was rocked with both pleasure and pain in just a moment as the blonde male fell flat on his back, stunned from the superkick.

Ami licked her lips, admiring her handywork for a second before brushing her hair back and then dropping down on her knees first before laying across Michael's chest, pressing her own perky breasts against his pecs while hooking his legs up to start the pinfall.

The referee got beside them and started her count, "One.....two....".

Michael was down and looked to be pretty out of it, as Ami flaunted for a moment before she dropped down and laid herself across Michael's chest, pinning him down against the mat as she pressed her generous rack down upon his chest.

With his leg hooked the referee went straight for that pin count, reaching a two count rather quickly and then raising their hand up into the air, before slapping it down and calling out loudly, " Three!"

The supermodel was sure of her victory now, the supermodel's kiss was sure to put out the handsome young blonde. He was down on his back as Ami slowly slithered on top of Michael, laying across his chest with her own as she played with his hair, twirling strands of his hair around her finger as the referee finally counted the for the third and final time.

*DING*DING*DING*

The supermodel licked her lips devilishly as she slowly got back up on her feet, whipping her hair back as she raised her arm in delight and in victory. "Mmmm now don't you go back crying to your sisters.You were a tough opponent blondie but nothing I can't handle....but hey, you got something out of it too, right?" Ami would wink and blow a kiss to the downed Michael before she made her way out of the ring and headed backstage for a nice shower.

Michael remained on his back, fairly rattled by the kick from the blue haired supemodel. After the third count came he would stir a little but not much, as Ami got off of him and started to speak to him. Shaking his head a little. " Ah..." he managed to get out before Ami turned around and walked out of the ring.

Rolling over onto his front, Michale would start to push up to his hands and knees, rubbing his head a little. " Damn...well there is always next time." Michael said to himself with a light smile on his face. He'd begin to head up the ramp following his defeat.

Winner: Ami Takeuchi