Yamato Ishii vs Ami Takeuchi

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Yamato had the supermodel where he wanted her. He was in control, Ami was down, and best of all, he'd given her a good taste of her own medicine. And as Yamato began guiding her up, he thought about what to do next.

Should he launch her into the barricade? Should he send her arm crashing into one of the steel posts as she'd done to him? Or maybe he should use his strength to lift the featherweight up and slam her down onto the lightly matted floor. Lots of possibilities, but unfortunately none of these would come to fruition.

The supermodel's hand then suddenly came to crash right into Yamato's crotch. "Gwah!" he gasped out, instinctively bringing his hands over his groin as he dropped to his knees before her, leaning over with his forehead pressing on the ground right at Ami's feet. And because of Yamato's positioning, the ref couldn't see the model's dirty tactic being put to use. The fans who saw what happened began to boo, but it wouldn't change the fact that Yamato was once again at the mercy of the pissed off supermodel.

This guy was getting under the supermodel skin for far too long, and he paid dearly for that when she rammed her forearm up into his crotch. No man can withstand that amount of pain in the crotch and Yamato went down straight away. His face was next to her feet as she kicked at his head to turn him on his back. " Looks like your manhood is really sensitive"she giggled, mocking him a bit.

The referee was already on the count of 6, the supermodel got down and grabbed her opponents head and pulled him up to his feet as she shoved him back in the ring. She quickly followed suit, rolling in side after shoving him in. Once more she grabbed his hair and dragged him towards the center, "Consider yourself lucky this is as close as you'll ever get to a models crotch" she grinned before sitting down on her butt behind his head, her legs snaked around his face and crossed her ankles as he locked in a figure 4 head scissors. Her crotch pressed against the back of his head as she gently strokes his hair while continuing to put the squeez around his neck. " You're face is turning a nice shade of purple, you sure you dont want to give up?" she giggled again.

Yamato's groin had been introduce to a world of pain with that shot. And now he was helpless on the ground as Ami's boot crashed into his skull, rolling him onto his back.

He was already in pain, but now the room seemed to spin around him after the kick to his head. Yamato hardly even knew where he was as Ami rolled him back into the ring. "Ugh…" he groaned, bringing a hand up to his aching head. But he then began grunting in pain as the model grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out to the center of the ring.

Yamato then felt a pair of smooth legs coil around his head and neck, which then began to painfully squeeze the life out of him. "Aaaggghhh!" he shouted, flailing his arms and legs desperately in an attempt to escape. Ami's legs might not have been extremely strong, but their tight hold on Yamato's head only added to the throbbing pain caused by her kick moments ago.

Desperately, he tried to roll himself back to the ropes to free himself once again. However, he was starting to fade. And her gentle petting only seemed to add to the lack of air in further lulling him toward unconsciousness. If Ami was able to prevent him from making it to his destination, it seemed all but certain Yamato would be bound to suffer the same fate the model's brother had at Mariko's hands.

"Aaaa-nop-nop-nop" she said as she leaned forward onto Yamato, her belly pressing against him almost as Ami brought her hands ontop of his mouth and nose, covering both of them to make sure he doesnt get any breath of fresh air. Keeping her ankles crossed, her legs bulging and squeezing around his neck to make sure he passes out if he doesnt tap it out.

She felt Yamato squirm forward using his legs but the supermodel used her sitting position to drag them back a bit away from the ropes.Gritting her teeth she continued to apply as much pressure as she could. "Grrrraahhhh! GIVE UP" she yelled.

'Mmmmph!" Yamato yelled out, his voice muffled by Ami's hands as she placed them over his mouth and nose. His air supply was already short, and this was only making things worse for him.

And try as he might to move toward the ropes, it was all for naught as the model just dragged him right back to the center of the ring and continued squeezing his head and neck with her legs. Muffled, agonized shouts continued to emit from Yamato's mouth, and he brought his hands to her thighs in what would be a futile attempt to pry them apart.

But once Ami piled on even pressure to the hold it was more than Yamato could take. His limbs began to flail about furiously as her legs constricted squeezed against him. "MMMMPH!" The pain in his head was excruciating, and he couldn't breathe. The young man's vision had started to go blurry, and he knew he was going to pass out soon. Not wanting that to happen, Yamato reluctantly began tapping his hand against Ami's thigh, submitting to her hold.

Ami wasn't making it easy for the male wrestler. She kept her hands pressed against his mouth and nose while kept squeezing his neck as tight as she could in her figure four scissor hold. She smirked evilly as she looked down at Yamato when he attempted to pry open her legs and squirm free. After resisting for a few minutes, his struggling weakened until she finally felt him tap her thigh, to signal his submission.

"I'm sorry what was that? I cant hear you, do you wana say something boy-toy?" she said as she kept squeezing his neck, the supermodel removed her hands from his mouth while mockingly pinched his nose shut as she wanted a verbal submission."You said something...WHAT WAS IT?" she said, pouring on the pressure in the scissor hold.[/color]

Yamato of course wasn't pleased with the fact that he was surrendering, but at least he'd finally be released from this hold. Or at least, that's what he thought. But to his surprise, Ami didn't let up on the headscissor even after he tapped out.

When she moved her hands off of his face, Yamato began gasping for air. However with Ami's legs still tightly constricting around his neck, it was almost impossible to get take in any air, especially with the model also pinching his nose. She was now basically strangling the young man with those sexy legs of hers.

"I…give! I give!" he said, the words barely even managing to make it out of his mouth as he began repeatedly slamming his hand against the mat. He couldn't bear the pain or the lack of air any longer, but he didn't have the energy to fight out of his predicament. He just continued tapping in hopes that Ami would finally release him and end his suffering.

Winner: Ami Takeuchi via Submission

"Now that's a good boy.Who's a good boy? yes you are ...." she mocked him treating her like a pet dog as she patted him on the head as he gave out his verbal submission as well.The supermodel uncoiled her legs from around his neck and slowly slid off him, letting his head drop on the ring mats as she stood on her feet next to him. She raised her hands up high for a bit, before blowing kisses to the crowd.

She wasnt done yet, she bend down at the waist and began to unlace her boots, slowly and seductively removing her boots and stretching her legs up her own chest to show off her flexibility. "Well then boy-toy, I do hope you remember our challenge. Time to get my brothers revenge...IN FULL" she said with a sick smirk on her face as she began to rubb her bare sole on his face, wanting him to worship her feet.

The bell finally rang, and Yamato immediately began gasping for air as Ami released her hold and let his head drop to the mat. There had been a few points where he'd managed to hold momentum for himself in the match, but for the most part he had been completely dominated by the model. But at least it was over…or not.

Yamato had hoped Ami had forgotten the little challenge they'd made at the beginning of the match, but as she stood next to him and removed her boots, it was clear that wasn't the case. Worn out from the beating he'd taken in the match, Yamato could only lay there and watch as the supermodel's foot descended onto his face.

It didn't smell as awful as he expected, and her foot felt really soft as it rubbed on his face. The experience might not even be all that terrible, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't exactly have a foot fetish, and was being forced to do it against his will in front of thousands of fans. But he also knew things would probably go much more smoothly for him if he just did as he was told.

So, Yamato reluctantly opened his mouth and began to lick the sole of Ami's foot as she continued to rub it over his face. Occasionally he placed his lips against her foot to kiss it too. It was humiliating for the young man, but he continued worshiping the model's foot for as long as he needed to, hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later.

It was her time now, to humiliate one half of the Ishii siblings. It was for her brother, but revenge tasted sweet atleast for Ami. Yamato on the other hand was tasting something else entirely. The supermodel smeared her foot all over his face until Yamato began to hold his end of the bargain as he began to worship her royal foot. Licking and kissing it gently, as he looked like he was having a little fun in that, even though it must have been embarrassing doing that infront of a whole crowd, in private...he might have enjoyed it even more. Who knows?

The supermodel felt tingly as she felt her feet being worshiped. A wicked smile on her face as she looked down on her "Oooh my my my, looks like you're enjoying this a little too much" she giggled as she pressed her foot deep against his face and lightly kicked his head before pulling her foot back. "That outta make things even...HMPH." she said as she grabbed both boots in her hand and began to move towards the ropes, stopping at the ropes to glance back at Yamato " Heh see ya later boy-toy" she said before finally exiting the ring and heading backstage.