Ami Takeuchi vs Bryan Daniels

Ami knew that her modelling career would restrict herself from getting too muscular which meant she would have to sacrifice her core strength training. However, ever since she decided to quit and do wrestling full-time she had worked on getting a bit more athletic. Still, she was at a clear disadvantage against most men in Tension and Bryan was no exception to the rule.

To counter that, she had trained in the art of deception as well as grappling and submissions to try and wind her opponent's out before she could put them out. Making use of that, she had Bryan trapped in a very good dragon sleeper and scissor combo as she sapped the strength of the male model.

Biting her lower lip and grinning when she heard her comment, the supermodel would quip back, "Maybe I'll like you more if you talk less. Here, let me help you with that" she said, loosen her dragon sleeper around his neck and moving her arm backwards, looking to smother his face against her sweaty armpits.

"Right, you were saying?" she giggled while feeling him squirm under her and starting to loosen up body scissors a bit. "Come on devastatingly handsome super stud, just give up" she cooed.

Bryan hoped that his coy callback to their first sparring session would illicit some modicum of sympathy for the model athlete currently trying to escape what was starting to become an inescapable dragon sleeper maneuver. The little minx had the constriction clamped down pretty damn securely, showcasing his chiseled and impeccably toned musculature to his weak-kneed lady fanbase. But that same toned bod was currently throbbing with aching soreness from being contorted backward for so long. Even long enough that he couldn't even appreciate the subtle softness of Ami's perfect pair brushing against his back.

"...ngh...yeah right...as if you could like me any more than you already-mmfgh..." Bryan's inherently quippy nature and overall motormouth would be soundly muffled out by the smothering confines of Ami's decidedly sweat-drenched armpit. Finally silencing the chatty model athlete as he stamped one of his feet against the canvas from the renewed torqueing of his contorted abdomen, only with no clear passage way for sweet oxygen to get back into his lungs. The referee now all up in his grill about asking for a submission, and with his scrunched up face now blathering incoherently into Ami's underarm, the ref would have to settle for a finger wagging "No" as his answer.

The supermodel had to admit it, it felt somehow liberating to trap a handsome stud such as Bryan in her submission hold and squeeze the life out of him until he would pass out or tap out. She was no sadist by any means but somehow this felt very enjoyable to her and the way Bryan struggled against her frame felt even more satisfactory to her. She didn't let up, despite his attempts to charm her to the day they had a couple of drinks.

His physical efforts were thwarted too when she transitioned the dragon sleeper into a more unorthodox armpit smother, pressing his lips and nose under her underarms and not letting him speak. The chirpy male model still manage to muffle out some audible words, making the supermodel roll his eyes at him.

"Oho~ that is still very much possible. Submit and you'll find out" she whispered. The referee would check for a submission and signaled the match to continue, causing Ami to lean back further a bit and squeeze her legs more and more, despite Bryan's struggling. Ami was starting to tire herself out, as evident from her panting.

Not many could say that they successfully silenced the jabbering motormouth of the dashing rogue himself, but Ami could now add that accomplishment to the others she had stacked up in her Tension career. It should probably go right beside her Tension World Championship run in terms of sheer difficulty and in terms of achievement. But alongside blocking off any more chatty retorts, the model athlete was also struggling to get in a steady flow of oxygen. Not to mention still getting his chiseled abdomen torqued to the side at an awkward angle. Even Bryan had his limits when it came to contorting his body that didn't involve the bedroom and studying up on the Kama Sutra.

Being bent upside-down like this did, however, allow Bryan to squint open his eyes and notice the ropes were a lot closer than he thought they were. So he reflexively pedaled his legs and extended his arms in what he now knew was the direction to the nearest ropes. Now no more than a few inches away from sweet salvation, Bryan would eventually hook his fingers over the bottom rope and have the referee start badgering Ami about releasing the submission.

Ami had done well to subdue her dashing foe, despite his handsome appearance and charming attitude, the supermodel had to admit watching him in agony and hearing only moans of pain escaping his mouth was somehow even more liberating than socializing with the man himself. Ami would double down on her efforts in the smother and the scissor, squeezing his abdomen tight with her legs while her sweaty armpit engulfed his face.

Still, the male model would refuse to submit. Luckily for the male model, he was closer to the ring ropes than both he and the supermodel had anticipated. Wriggling his legs around to scoot over and stretching his arms as far as they could go, he would latch onto the bottom ring ropes.

"Tsk?! You're lucky I like you, I wouldn't have let go this easily otherwise" Ami would say, unhooking her legs and then her arm from around his frame before pushing away. The supermodel would get back up to her feet and do a small curtsy for the crowd before turning her attention back to Bryan. "Aww, tired already?" she would smirk.

Perseverance, endurance, and an exceptionally far reaching arm length provided Bryan the sweet freedom he so thoroughly deserved after having been throttled by the clingy supermodel. Whom, if he didn't know any better, was getting no small degree of pleasure from seeing the handsome rogue struggling for freedom from both the pincer-esque constriction of her legs and from the dank moistness of her decidedly sweaty underarm. An odious and unpleasant position to be contorted into that was probably supremely gratifying for Ami...but luckily ended prematurely as his hand clenched onto the bottom rope.

"...*cough*...*cough*...Ami...if there's one thing...*wheeze*...you're gonna find out about me ..." Bryan chortled out after finally getting fresh air in his oxygen starved lungs, than shuffling wearily back up to his feet only by clinging onto the ropes for support and balance. "...is that the super stud, has got the stamina to go all night long~...and always leaves the ladies pinned down to the floor, short of breath, not knowing what the hell just happened, but always asking for more~..." Bryan quipped after straightening his back with a grimace, flicking his hair to the side with a dashing smirk shot back at her.

For all his talk, confidence and bravado the supermodel had yet to be impressed by Bryan's wrestling ability. Sure, he could talk the talk and could reel in the ladies with his charm but was there more to the male model than just his charming and witty attitude? If there was, the supermodel had yet to see that side.

Having no choice but to release the regal male, Ami would soon get back up on her feet. She would lick her lips devilishly while looking at her handy work i.e. leaving a handsome man short of breath and glistening in sweat. Despite that, Bryan still had a comeback which left the supermodel rather infuriated.

Ami would stomp her feet angrily, "Oh?! Is that so huh? well I want to see that" she demanded. Ami wasn't content with being charmed by that dashing smirk, she quickly attempting to rush at Bryan as soon as the two of them finished speaking d and would attempt a high dropkick aimed at his chest.

Hmm...unless the Bry-guy was mistaken, the jet-setting male model could have sworn he detected a hint of, daresay...jealousy...in the lovely Takeuchi's sister's shrill tone of voice. Bryan maintaining his earlier viewpoint of how the blue-haired supermodel somehow looked even cuter when she was all fussy and pouty like that. Ami certainly doth protest too much after hearing about some of the lovesick lothario's after hours conquests back during the heyday of his womanizing ways.

"Happy to oblige, milady..." Bryan quipped back to Ami's unintentional innuendo-laden retort that could have meant much more than what she was intending. His response being just as fast coming out of his mouth as he was on his feet, Bryan sprinting ahead and slotting an arm between her lovely legs for a grip on her supple butt with his other arm over her shoulder. The model athlete attempting to snap powerslam Ami between his chiseled pecs and the unforgiving canvas below.

Being the sly woman that she was, she knew that in dealing with men she would always have that advantage of charming them into making them weak in the knees while wrestling her. Ami had a knack for making men fall for her, only for her to leave them hanging later on. Now, with Bryan things would be different. Not only is it hard, even for her, to seduce someone who was around beautiful ladies 24/7 the supermodel wasn't quite sure she could leave this one hanging even if she wanted to.

Thus, in that case Ami had decided to rid herself of her usual tactics of seduction and focus solely on the wrestling action. After all, last time she tried more than wrestling against him it ended up in a awkward situation. Ami asked to see what he could do and Bryan was more than happy to oblige, while Ami attempted her dropkick the male model would catch her in his arms before slamming her down back first.

"Oouufff! owww...that hurt" she moaned out loud, bridging herself up while clutching her lower back while wincing in pain.

Ami can never say she didn't ask for any of this. The cerulean haired supermodel quite explicitly requesting that she wanted to experience the Bry-guy's trademark moveset that left a fair share of ladies sprawled out in a sweat-smeared state of blissful unconsciousness. And The Bryan Danielson was never one to disappoint on that front, no sirree bob. Hence why he took it upon himself to use his natural speed and agility to turn the tables on Ami by turning her inside out with a blisteringly quick snap suplex before she could even think about attempting her dropkick.

"Phew...and that's just the foreplay, beautiful. Why I haven't even come up to bat yet, let alone touch first base." Bryan cheekily taunted while on his knees beside the floored supermodel, his tanned and shimmering physique being a sight for the ladies to behold before he went about tenderly escorting Ami back to her feet by her arm. After securing a tightened front headlock on Ami, Bryan would grasp onto the side of her spandex shorts. All the precursory motions to a standard vertical suplex. Both with one tugging twist. The model athlete would intentionally yank her outfit into a flossing wedgie that exposed her perky, supermodel butt to the world and made the upcoming stalled vertical suplex that much more embarrassing in his patented Moonshine signature maneuver.