Ami Takeuchi vs Bryan Daniels

The supermodel was no slouch in the ring, those who underestimated her in the past surely regretted it later on. She even won her first Tension World Championship that way, well that and some assistance. Still, the usual aggression that she possessed, the malice that was in her eyes was not present in this match. Still, she wrestled with the same competitiveness as she would against any other opponent.

Dropping him down on his back in a back-drop, Ami would lay down on her side next to Bryan, trapping him in a chin-lock submission. Squeezing her cute bicep as tight as she could. "Mmmm if you're buying~" she could coo in his ear.

She would snuggle into him, squeezing harder and harder while grunting in effort. Bryan would wrap an arm around her waist and use his strength to pull the two up on their feet, "Mmrgh ngh, fiesty?! I like it" she would giggle. The innocent pull up to their feet was soon going to be turned into a painful atomic drop.

"Ahhhh Ow, Ow, Ow" Ami would moan in pain, rubbing her tailbone while jumping up and down.

"Whatsay we do it the old fashioned way, and say that loser buys the cocktails?" Bryan muttered out before slamming Ami's shapely backside atop his waiting knee. From his many nights escorting and hitting on fine females whilst clubbing, Bryan knew it was only chivalrous for him to be the one to foot the bill in regards to offering sparkly glasses of wine and champagne. But considering how this just seems to be a ritual amongst the wrestling locker rooms nowadays, he figured it was only proper for him to add that extra stipulation to their own match-up.

Still, Bryan had no time to ponder about his post match victory plans. Not when he has still breathing in some fresh air after the constricting headlock while approaching the hopping mad supermodel from behind. He spun her back towards him before his hand would find it's way between her lovely legs for a clenching grip of her plump backside, and in one motion would scoop her off her feet and cradle her perpendicular to his well-defined chest. B-RY had a little fun at Ami's expense by spinning around in a few dizzying circles to showcase his strength before giving her the old heave-ho backward in a fallaway slam attempt.

The question of losing buying the winner cocktails came up right before Bryan would pull Ami up and then slam her rear against his knee for an atomic drop. This sent an awkward pain up Ami's tailbone and she started to hop up and down while rubbing her rear to ease the pain.

"Ow, ow, owwww.....I guess you've made your point. You're on" she said, while hissing in pain from the after effects of the atomic drop. Whilst facing away from Bryan and having her back turned to him, Ami was grabbed by the shoulder and spun back to face the Tension star and as soon as she was spun around, the male model would bring his hand down to grab her rear- making her blush before scooping her against his chest.

"Whoa?! H-hey, put me down" she said, kicking her legs about in the air and soon enough, her wish was granted as Bryan would spin around to get her a bit dizzy before slamming her down on her back! "Ouuff!" she cried out.

This may have all been coming from the smitten viewpoint of a lovesick lothario, but Bryan thought the manner in which Ami reacted to having her rump hammered onto his knee in the Atomic Drop to be downright adorable. The sight of the sisterly Takeuichi hopping about like a kid throwing a temper tantrum while massaging her butt briefly caused the snickering model-athlete to lose his focus before remembering there was still a match to win here. Plus now there just so happened to be a fair chunk of change on the line. Bar drinks at premiere nightclubs didn't exactly come cheap, you know...

After scooping Ami up with a groping handful of her bruised backside and putting her in a bit of delirious spin-cycle, Bryan courteously obliged her request by flinging her backwards and performing a kip-up himself to stand tall but with a bit of a wobble to his legs. Slight dizziness aside, Bryan would go sprinting across the ring for a nimble step over Ami on his way to the ropes. The model-athlete than leaping onto the middle ropes to go springing backward in a moonsault attempt to have his six-pack abs come splashing down upon the blue-haired beauty.

After her cute but shapely rump was struck by Bryan's knee strike, Ami would next find herself scooped up in the arms of the male model. She would kick her legs about in the air, trying to somehow escape her predicament and drop down to her feet infront of him. That, ofcourse, didn't happen but Bryan was a gentleman enough to grant the ladies request of putting her down.

He would slam her down on her back fallaway slam, getting the pair dizzy in the process. The supermodel would clutch her back and shake her head while moaning in pain. Bryan wasn't done yet, quickly getting back up on his feet by doing a flashy kip-up much to the amazement of the crowd. Whilst Ami was still groaning from the slam, Bryan would sprint across the ring and step over the downed supermodel, before bouncing off the ring ropes back towards the supermodel in a acrobatic moonsault attempt.

Ami would anticipate this, bringing her knees up towards her chest. When Bryan came down on top of the supermodel, his abs would hit hard against her raised knee!

As those who have faced Bryan before could attest to, the flawlessly handsome casanova preferred his matches much like he preferred his ladies. Fast, loose, and jaw-droppingly pleasing to the eye. Hence the significant uptick in the matches tempo as soon as he started getting in some decent offensive maneuvers. The model athlete getting the audience riled up in his favor after taking the blue-haired beauty for a spin before chucking her overhead with a nimble kip-up afterwards. A smattering of squealing applause coming his way as his fan-girls somehow found him more good-looking once he was in action.

Bryan sported a dapper, rogueish smirk as he took off sprinting towards the ropes after leaping over the languishing Takeuichi to than briefly balance himself on the middle ropes. It was a moment of balancing himself that may have been one millisecond too long as the model athlete ended up splashing down the pointy end of Ami's knee. Bryan stifling a whooping cough after catapulting himself off of the supermodel to flop over to the side in wheezing discomfort, hugging his abdomen as he scrunched his face from the far less cushy landing than he was anticipating.

Both wrestlers, despite the previous incident backstage, didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward against each other. It was a perfectly competitive match with both Bryan and Ami trying to pick up the win. After leaving her dizzy with the spin and slamming her down on her back via a fallaway slam- the male model sought to follow up on his advantage by bouncing off the ring ropes and coming down on top of the supermodel for a springing moonsault attempt.

Seeing it coming, the supermodel had raised her knee up which struck his perfect abs, causing him to flop over to his side and hugging his abdomen while wheezing in pain. "D'aww, did that hurt my little boyo?" she would say, flipping over onto her belly before rising back up onto all fours.

Ami would crawl over towards Bryan, grabbing his hair to push him up to a seated position while taking a seat behind him. Ami would snake her legs around Bryan's waist while her arm looped over his head and wrapped around his neck, in a dragon sleeper hold. The supermodel would lean back a bit, before squeezing her legs and her arms around his limbs tight in a dragon sleeper and scissor combo.

"Nrghh yeah, I can get used to this" she would giggle.

Bryan always knew that having a chiseled abdomen that you could grate cheese off of would come in especially handy one day. The model athlete tensing up his beefcake midriff in the nanosecond he noticed Ami fold her legs in, which he knew was going to make his landing decidedly more inconvenient for him rather than it would be for the sneaky minx. This helped mitigate the damage somewhat, but it still left Bryan a rasping mess as he went tumbling off to the sides to cradle his aching abdomen. He was definitely going to need to work on not taking so much time on those moonsaults, he reckoned...

"...Huhgh...Aww, come on...nggh...you treat all your boy-toys this roughly?" Bryan croaked out after being propped up into a seated position before having his neck cranked backward with Ami's arm snaking around his neck. He struggled to squirm himself free before the supermodel then tightened her legs around his waist, which made all of this just a helluva lot more excruciating. For now he concentrated solely on tugging up on the arm around his neck, and pushing down on the legs clamped around his waist as he attempted to alleviate the pressure anyway he could. For now scrunched his face and tried not to think about how smokin hot she must look right now...

Ami bit her lower lip when she felt his abs smack against her knees, it somehow felt liberating when a man's well defined sculpted abs grind against her knees. Still, she didn't let that feeling overwhelm her too much and quickly followed through on her advantage. Grabbing his head to pull him up onto a seated position, the sly model would crawl behind him and take a seat, wrapping her arms around his neck in a dragon sleeper.

Ami would lean backwards to stretch him a bit, allowing her more room to secure the dragon sleeper more snugly. Her next move was to snake her legs around his waist, squeezing in both submissions now. "Mmm nope. Just the ones I like I s'pose" she said in a cutesy manner.

Ami's chest was pressed up against his back, their sweaty bodies grinding as Bryan began to shuffle around and figure out a way to escape. Ami would pant heavily, her warm breath felt against the back of his neck as her sweaty arm started to lose its grip around her neck when he started to tug on it. "Mmrghh! Persistent, aren't you?" she whispered.

Never let it be said that just because you were a tad under-sized in Tension, didn't mean you weren't going places in the largely roided up wrestling league. The cerulean-haired supermodel certainly proving that to be the case as she cranked down on the dragon sleeperhold upon the suave male model who clearly outweighed her and could easily bench-press her. None of that really mattered when she was constricting his airway and angling his midsection at an awkward and increasingly painful position.

"...Don't forget...nnggh...devastatingly handsome super stud..." Bryan muttered back with a flinching groan in a reference to their earlier sparring match, hopefully reminding Ami that there was more to their boozy encounter than the unpleasant ending, and that they genuinely had fun hanging out that day. And also hopefully distracting her enough to allow him to take advantage of her loosened constriction and squirm his noggin free from beneath her sweaty armpit. A releasing freedom that would have him already start rubbing his neck with a few sputtered coughs thrown in to the mix before beginning to tug at her legs around his waist.