Supermodel vs. Bombshell- Ami Takeuchi vs. Holly Matheson

Holly shook her head, frustration showing clearly on her reddening face. There was no denying it, the supermodel had gotten thoroughly in her head and making Holly her proverbial bitch. It was so deeply galling, so personally humiliating, that Holly was actually struggling to remind herself the match was still going on.

"Nngh," she moaned, using both hands to massage the knee that Ami had knocked out from under her. Pushing herself upright, Holly tried hard to put some distance between herself and her tormentor. It wasn't going to help much, however, as Ami reached out, caught the Brit before she could even get up, and wrapped an arm around her slender neck!

"Aah!" Holly cried out in shock. Reaching out with one hand, Holly tried to force her body forward, to try and pull herself away, but Ami's grip around her neck wouldn't allow it. "Nooo~" Holly whimpered, knowing that a sleeperhold, even this early in the match, could drain her of a devastating amount of energy. Still, she felt Ami's slender arm lock in around her neck, beginning to choke her.

Forgetting the knee, Holly tried to use both hands to pry herself free of Ami's grip. Wrapping her fingers around Ami's arm, she pulled and tugged, while her face grew more red. "Ugh," she groaned, "oh, you bitch!" Holly spat the words through gritted teeth, her frustration mounting. It simply wasn't fair, she told herself. After the humiliation Holly had suffered in the gym, was it all going to end here? Like this? Forced to go to sleep in front of an entire arena? The Brit's body began to weaken, going limp, her soft and curvy figure beginning to go limp in Ami's arms for a moment.

The voices of the fans began to rise, though. At ringside, Gato Blanco was leading a slow clap, trying to get the fans to rally behind Holly. Feeling that energy, that bit of hope, brought the British bombshell back to life. Slowly, Holly worked her legs out from under herself. Planting her boots against the mat, the British girl tried to power herself upward, to lift Ami off the mat, and hopefully weaken her base enough that she could eventually escape. She was still trapped, but Holly was showing the arena, and herself, that she was still strong enough to keep fighting!

Without much effort on the supermodels part, the Brit seemed to be struggling to find her bearings and even though that match had just began it seemed that Holly was finding it hard to cope up with the supermodels taunts and technique, already getting flustered in the heat of the match and letting her own emotions take control of her, making it all the much easier for Ami to take control of this match

Ami licked her lips as she heard her opponent groan in pain, she allowed Holly the few seconds of time to nurse the back of her knee but was quickly back on her when she dropped back down and applied her sleeper hold submission, her arm wrapped around the Brit's neck as she began to squeeze.

Ami simply laughed fanatically at her opponents struggles and moans, "That's right kid, just tap out. Give up and admit you're weak" she laughed as she squeezed harder and harder in the submission hold to match her opponents struggles.

Ami pressed her chin ontop of her opponents head to keep her grip secure and her opponents head under her, after a few moments of struggling and squeezing it seemed as if the Brit Bombshell was out, or so it seemed. "Was that it? Haha you've got to be kidd- huh? Mngh...NO" suddenly she began to rise, due to the crowd and her boyfriend pumping her on and soon she rose to her feet, pulling Ami up with her.

Some sweat matting her bangs, Holly continued to push upward. She could feel Ami losing control, feel herself starting to take over the match. Holly's entire body was trembling, now, skin quivering with the effort of pushing through the pain of the sleeperhold, and lifting her opponent off the mat. Holly's stance widened, her thick legs forming a strong base, as she grit her teeth and pulled her opponent into the air. Holly's face was reddening with the effort, her eyes closed tight, the posh young woman fighting hard to retain her poised dignity as she leaned on sheer, brute force to save herself. With the voices of the crowd and her man cheering her on, Holly pushes through the pain, and did everything she could to put herself upright! "W-what's the matter, pretty girl," she groaned, through the effort, "c-can't ... keep me down?"

Her body supporting the supermodel's entire weight, now, Holly began to look for her next move. Ami was still powerful, still had a good hold locked in, so Holly wouldn't have much time to think about it. So, she did the only thing she could: taking a few steps forward, the British Bombshell jumped, throwing her boots forward. As she did so, Holly would drop right onto her back, aiming to flatten Ami gainst the mat with her own, much curvier and buxom body!

At ringside, Blanco's cheering increased. Hands clapping together loudly, the luchador gave a loud cry, "There you go, Missus! Got her right where you want her!" He was ecstatic at Holly's resurrection, in the match. And while the luchador would have wanted to say he had believed she would come back this entire time, he was really much more relieved that Holly had survived, at all. For a long moment, there, it looked as if Ami had Holly beaten the moment she walked into the ring. Now, things were a bit more up in the air, and Holly finally seemed to have a chance!

With Ami's confidence shaking a bit, the Brit managed to take advantage of that and her strength as she started to use those thick leg muscles to her advantage and push up, making the supermodel squat upwards a bit before the two were almost back up on their feet. She was feeling a bit frustrated at that, she thought she had this dumb Brit but apparently there was more fight in her than Ami gave her credit for.

"Mngh, well atleast you admit I am pretty but I can't say the same for you" she hissed, trying to push her back down as the two ladies were in a power struggle while Ami squeezed her arm around her opponents neck. Ami felt Holly taking a step forward, she didn't quite know what she was upto until she leaped up and threw her weight backwards to make the supermodel trip and go down on her back, with Holly smacking her body ontop of hers, flattening the supermodel under the Brit.

"Mngh oww, get OFF FATSO"she screamed, wriggling under her as her hands went over towards Holly's waist, trying to push her off.

The struggle left Holly red-faced, with sweat running in thin trails down her face, dripping onto her quivering chest. The Brit grit her teeth, letting Ami's arms dig into her neck and her annoying little voice burrow into her ears. It was all worth it, however, when she finally got to her boots, and got to dump the sharp-tongued little supermodel right onto the mat!

The crowd seemed to get behind her, too, with Blanco at ringside leading the applause. The two of them hit the ring hard, rocking it a bit, but the noise of it didn't drown out the luchador's emphatic clapping.

When Ami went to shove Holly off, she offered no resistance. She didn't have the strength to do so anyways, after powering out of that sleeperhold. She was simply glad to be free of the potentially match-ending hold. She had no intention of losing, tonight, not to someone as infuriatingly perfect as Ami. And she sure as hell wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of going down that easily!

"Awwh," Holly said, as she panted for air, "spoiled little princess not get what she wanted?" With that, Holly got up to a knee, looked Ami up and down, and reeled back with an arm. Then, as swiftly and as sharply as she could manage, the Brit swung down hard with a chop aimed square at Ami's chest. "Maybe you'll actually have to work for something, for once in your life! If you don't want me to humiliate you, in this ring!"

Ami was a bit surprise at her opponents counter, in this hold, with the supermodel's relatively easy time in the match so far she had completely disregarded the Brit's wrestling ability up until the point she actually countered her submission move. As she got in the counter though, Ami cursed herself for giving her this chance as the crowd cheered for Holly, as did her manager and boyfriend.

With Ami's eagerness to get her off, that and coupled with the fact that she hadn't really been tested that much in the match, she managed to budge Holly off so that the Brit shifted to her knees next to the supermodel, who was still down on her back.

As she was about to rise up off her back, she felt a stinging chop right across her modest chest, causing her to scream out in pain and clutch her chest, wrapping her arms around her chest and rolling over, shifting onto her belly to further protect her bosom.

Holly gasped in relief, her ample chest heaving as she finally got the advantage over the arrogant, infuriating supermodel.  Holly's face was red, and not just from the air-depriving sleeperhold that Ami had just tortured her with.  That had drained her a bit, sure, but what was worse, was the humiliation of it!  She'd nearly passed out to this little witch, just moments into the match!

But now, Ami was on her belly, writhing from Holly's chop!  The Brit knew she had to push this opportunity, or she'd lose it.  That was the worst thing about Ami- she was gorgeous, she was mean, but she clearly knew what she was doing in the ring.  But, Holly told herself, so did she.  So, leaning over, Holly hooked her arms around Ami's waist, and clenched on tight.

Boots on the mat, Holly straddled and mounted Ami with a rear waist lock, pressing her thick and buxom frame down hard onto Ami's back.  Then, the British girl rolled over, trying to take Ami with her, and pull the both of them into a seated position, on the mat.  If she could get Ami into position, Holly would follow that up with a leg scissor, clenching her thick thighs around Ami's slender waist and squeezing.  Then, Holly would shift her grip upward, letting her arms slide up Ami's smooth, supermodel figure to hook her under the arms, combining that leg scissor with a tight full nelson.  "Not looking so hot now, are you Ami?"  Holly taunted, as she wrenched on the leg scissor.

That stinging chop send the supermodel right down on the ring mats, clutching her chest as she rolled about and shifted onto her belly to cover her reddened chest, massaging them to ease the stinging sensation. As she was about to scoot forward towards the ropes, she felt the shadow of her opponent loom over her before she bent down and hooped her arms around Ami's slender waist, clenching on to it tightly.

Holly showed some classic grapple wrestling as she locked in a rear waistlock, squeezing Ami tightly as she pressed her frame down onto the supermodels before rolling over and shifting Ami onto her butt in a seated position so that Holly was sitting behind her. Soon, the supermodel found herself to be trapped in a body scissor, Holly's thick legs squeezing around Ami as the supermodel moaned out loudly in pain.

She had a plan to get out but that too was thwarted when Holly passed her amrs slid up Ami's arms to lock in a full nelson, restricting her movements further on.

"Gaaahh!! Urrmmgh...NO"she yelled, shaking her head and struggling hard, shaking her body wildly as she tried to jerk to either side and shift down onto her side.

A slightly sadistic smile spread across Holly's face, as she listened to Ami's tortured cries. The Brit could feel the suffering supermodel's body stretching and straining against her, and she couldn't help but take some satisfaction in it. Normally not a sadistic competitor, Holly had been taken to the limits of her patience by the bluenette's taunting, her constant teasing, and her threats. Now, the buxom British bomshell was finally getting hers in, and it felt alarmingly good.

"W-what's the matter, princess?" Holly asked, as Ami struggled against her. "Realizing that doesn't feel good?" As she taunted, Holly clenched down with her thick thighs, trying to further punish Ami's sides. She pulled up on the full nelson, yanking and stretching Ami's spine as much as she possibly could. Rocking backward, Holly let Ami's body rest against her soft, pillowy body, but that was only a momentary respite against the rough twists that Holly was inflicting upon her, now.

Still, Holly knew she wasn't getting a submission out of Ami this way. The bluenette was far too proud, for that. So, Holly rocked back, letting her spine roll onto the mat. Releasing the full nelson, Holly hooked her hands around Ami's wrists, and straightened her arms behind her shoulders. The British girl also released her leg scissor, instead trying to wrap her calves around Ami's toned thighs, to be able to trap her legs.

If Holly was able to do this, she would rock back, and yank Ami up into the air for an excruciating, agonizing ceiling stretch hold. The move would have the dual effect of putting tremendous strain on Ami's back, while also putting her lithe, fit body on display for the leering fanboys. "Come on," Holly would cry out, "Just give up, already! Your spoiled arse isn't going to win this one, just bow out with some dignity!"

With the supermodel trapped in a body scissor and full nelson combo, she could feel her opponents body press against her back. The supermodel didn't see her sadistic smile as Holly enjoyed the supermodels cries of pain. Her taunts had come back to haunt her now as the Brit enjoyed a period of domination over her bratty opponent. "Mnnggghh NO! URGH"she growled back as she heard Holly talk smack to her, as she struggled in the submission hold.

The supermodel began to stretch out from left to right, trying to twist and turn her way to loosen up the hold and from there she could figure out a way to get out. However, Holly knew she wasn't going to hold the supermodel in this hold for too long and therefore decide to switch things up before Ami would figure out a way to get out, rightly so.

Soon, the supermodel found herself to be lying ontop of Holly's frame as she released her legs and grabbed her wrists while wrapping her calves around the bluenette's thighs before springing her up her and locking in a ceiling hold. The supermodels body hanging right above Holly's as she pulled Ami's hands back towards her and tortured her in the hold, sweat dripped down from her body onto Holly and the mat as she shook her head and screamed in pain, still refusing to give up.