Alistair vs Ami Takeuchi No DQ match

As his fingers dug into Ami’s eyes the blonde felt a smidge of remorse after hearing her shriek in pain “I’m so sorry” he whispered not knowing if she heard him. More importantly to him, the brutal move let him free from her hellish hold “sweet sweet oxygen!” Alistair thought as he gasped loudly trying to get as much air as he could back in his lungs.  Crawling on all fours trying get away from his vain opponent while she teared up in pain.

"Lesson learned" he thought as he tried to find the strength to peel his body off the ground as pain shot through his body. Alistair started clapping his hands together trying to feed off the crowd’s energy as he pulled himself on to his feet. His knees wobbled as Alistair staggered towards his opponent “Hi kettle meet pot” he quipped throwing bluenette’s own insult back at her glad to see his wit was still sharp. He shifted into a defensive stance waiting for the model's next move.

The supermodel fell down on her back, her legs kicking the ring canvas furiously as she rubbed her sore, red and wattery eyes. The eye rake was usually something SHE would do , so having a taste of her own medicine really felt bitter. However the no DQ stipulation meant that all this was legal and anyone could take advantage of that, with the supermodel throwing a tantrum and moaning that allowed her opponent to recover and get back up on his feet.

Ami could hear the crowd getting pumped up, she slowly got up and shifted on her knees and rubbed her eyes a bit before slowly getting back up on her feet. She could barely see her opponent, only through blurry vision she could make some features out of her opponent to distinguish him from the referee. "Y-you bastard"she hissed before attempting a wild spinning heel kick at any part of his body that she could make out as a limb or face.

His lycra clad opponent was clearly still in pain as rubbed her eyes trying to clear her vision. The model’s leg extended into the air trying to catch him with a spinning kick but her vision must have been affecting her form as Alistair quickly dropped to his knees her well-toned leg soaring mere inches away from his head.

“That could have taken my head off!"  The high flyer screamed internally realizing the power behind her kick. Quickly hoping back on to his feet another shot of pain went through Alistair’s body as he lifted his leg looking to deliver a hard kick to her gut.

If successful Alistair will hook her arms behind her back and attempt lift her up for a tiger bomb. If not Ami’s vision will clear and she’ll simply step out of the way and counter as she sees fit.

Still not fully recovered from that cheap tactic, the supermodel still wanted to attack her opponent head on- she could almost imagine his smug smirk while she her vision was temporarily impaired. Ami tried that vicious superkick to his chin but her timing and aim was a little off as she missed her target, something that she usually doesnt do.

"W-wha? "Ouuugghh *cough*" Ami let out a girlish grunt while doubling over infront of her opponent, her hands wrapped around her belly for a moment as she took some time to get some air back in her lungs, however Alistair was smart to follow up immediately as he trapped the supermodels hands behind her back and executed a tigerbomb to slam Ami down on her back hard.

*THUD*

"Gaahhh!!! Owwww M-my back" she whimpered while clutching the small of her back with her left hand, her back was really in pain now.

Alistair couldn't help but laugh out loud seeing the proud model on her back “so how am I doing as the newbie Miss Takeuchi? I’d hate to disappoint a woman.” He looked down at the pained woman feeling the strain rush over his body from lifting her up before unceremoniously flipping her onto her stomach.

“Time to bring miss holier than thou down a peg” he thought as he stood over her back. Hesitating for second as he looked over her well-toned body “Oh god she really is a model I wonder if...wait…..what are you doing old boy finish this!” He mentally slapped himself remembering the true nature of the blue haired vixen.

Centering himself Alistair grabbed ahold of her arms tucked her arms under his armpits and promptly flipped into a bridge position pulling her arms as hard as he could in the process in one last hurrah for a victory. ”Tap or snap dolly!” He yelled trying to cuff his hands together behind her back to lock the hold in.

The supermodel was really winded out after that powerbomb, she was squirming on her back as she tried to crawl on her backside towards the rope but her opponent was quick to catch her and flip her over onto her belly, while standing over her back. "B-bastard *cough*" she moaned weakly before feeling her hands being pulled behind her, stretched a bit as Alistair trapped them under his arms before flipping over her back in a bridge position, a sort of modified bridge chicken wing submission.

Ami squirmed on her belly, her legs kicking the mats furiously as she shook her head. Her arms were really getting stretched and twisted as Alistair kept her trapped in a very complex submission hold. Her body was sweating and exhausted as the supermodel seemed lost of options, having nowhere to go.

With the blue haired beauty squirming in protest Alistair couldn't help but sigh in relief he felt his hands cuff together. Feeling confident yanked her arms back as far as he could hearing her whimper in pain. Oh Miss Takeuchi? You never answered my question why don’t you tell this wonderful crowd the words they want to hear? Alistair taunted the helpless girl as the crowd cheered anticipation.

Alistair kept shifting his weight to keep her body straight remembering there was one simple way to get out of the hold his face strained pulling hard and hard clutching his teeth he prayed she'd submit before the crafty model figured it out.

The supermodel tried to shift her legs towards her belly and try to press her knee against the ring mats, trying to somehow push up and bridge up while rolling them over if she could and then if she ended up on her back,she would push up on her feet for bridge pin if Alistair still had her arms trapped under his arms.

The good thing about this was, even though she was exhausted the featherweight model found that Alistair was not all too heavier than her so executing these types of moves should hopefully not tire her out too much.

Pulling her arms back as hard as he could Alistair waited to hear those three words when suddenly the model started pushing herself up by her legs in an impressive display flexibility  bridged into a leverage pin. “W-what the? w-what are you doing stop it!!” He cried, overexerting himself with his submission hold Alistair knew he was running on empty.

Feeling his neck and back hit the mat he began to panic squirming and kicking the air trying to escape looking for some way to hit her. “You sneaky bitch let me go!!!!" The blonde growled baring his teeth losing his temper as he saw the ref girl make her way towards them looking to start the count.

It took alot of effort from the supermodel to counter this hold, her arms were really sore in pain from her opponents rather unique and flexible submission hold but Ami made good of this position as she rolled them over and rolled up her opponent in a surprise small package pin.

"Owww, Nggh! L-looks like I'm full of surprises huh?" Ami smirked despite a painful expression on her face as she tried to hold Alistair in place. Meanwhile the referee girl came sliding next to them as she began her count.

"ONE.......TWO......"