Tension in Ueno Main Event: Homecoming Tag Team Match- Ishiis vs Takeuchis

After a quick elbow that caught her on the side of her head, the supermodel had bucked up to the middle of the ring and took a moment to get hear bearings back, which was enough for the hometown heroine to capitalize at once. Ami was still throwing a slight tantrum at being cheap shot like that, atleast that she thought of it.

Mariko quickly moved in, grabbing onto her wrists while leaning into her, their chest pressed together as Ami tried to push back but the purple haired wrestler managed to back them up and made sure the blunette's back was pressed against the rope.

"Mngh get- away....urgh" she cursed, before being whipped across the ring, her back bounced off the opposite ring ropes while she came sprinting back towards Mariko, unable to stop due to the momentum.

Mariko’s lips stretched into a thin smirk at Ami’s annoyance with her situation. But as amusing as the supermodel’s little tantrum was to her, it was nothing compared to what the purple-haired beauty had in mind next.

And when Ami came rebounding off of the ropes right back toward her, Mariko leapt up and threw the soles of her boots out, aiming to blast the supermodel right in the chest with a big dropkick!

Mariko didn't respond much to the supermodel, who was always more vocal in her matches than her opponents generally, however her smirk to her annoyance only further pissed the blunette off. Still, she was on the backfoot of the match at the opponent and as she was whipped across the ring, towards the other set of ropes, she came sprinting back towards Mariko, her eyes widened and her blue hair flowing freely behind her.

As she came close, Mariko gracefully leapt up and aimed her boots towards Ami's chest, her boots smacking against her modest breast to take the supermodel down on her back. She let out a loud moan while wrapping her arms around her chest and rolling over, onto her belly while kicking the mats.

The crowd cheered as the dropkick floored the supermodel, and Mariko quickly got back up to a knee and grinned down at the supermodel. She was off to a nice start, and with Ami already down and winded, Mariko then moved to lay over her foe’s chest for a cross body pin while looking down at Ami’s face with a condescending smirk.

“What’s the matter, Ami? You’re not so talkative all of a sudden.” Mariko taunted as the ref would then kneel by them and slap the mat to start a count.

“One...!”

As the dropkick connected against the supermodels chest, she went down straight away, falling on her back while covering her chest with her arms and rolling over onto her belly. The crowd burst into cheers as Ami went down, further fuelling up the fire in Mariko as she knew the support of the crowd was with her. The purple haired beauty quickly moved and turned the supermodel back over onto her back before laying over her chest in a cross body pin, their chest pressed down against each other as Mariko smirked down onto the supermodels face while Ami returned her smirk with a glare.

"Mngh you....you BITCH" she hissed out in anger, wriggling under her wildly while her hips bucked up, after hearing the count of one the supermodels struggles intensified as she quickly kicked her legs upwards and jerk her body up and to the side in an attempt to shove Mariko off her just a bit while managing to bring a shoulder up to stop the count.

Daisuke looked on, biting his lower lip in anticipation while gripping the ropes tightly, ready to break the pin but he was expecting his sister not to be out this early in the match.

Of course Mariko didn’t expect to put Ami away so quickly. The girl might be a bratty supermodel, but she wasn’t a pushover. Though the brief pin attempt did give Mariko a chance to get under Ami’s skin a little, and it seemed she’d definitely been successful in that. So even though Ami kicked out and shoved Mariko off, her effort hadn’t been a wasted one.

“Now now, that wasn’t very nice.” Mariko said in a teasing tone before reaching out to grab one of Ami’s wrists so she could try to drag the supermodel back up to her feet. She also caught a glimpse of Daisuke worrying in the corner, and winked at him, just to let him know he hadn’t been forgotten.

The supermodel knew the pin was an attempt to simply antagonize her and boy did it work, she quickly kicked out after the count of one and was already spitting venom at Mariko who was quick to tease the bluentte back in taunting tone. The wrestling prince wasn't too worried about his sister yet, it was early in the match but he was wary of what Mariko was capable off and Daisuke was ready to jump in whenever he would sense the danger.

As Ami was pulled back up on her feet, at about half way on being pulled up, she would try to raise her thigh right up into her opponents abs, looking to knock the wind out of the purple haired wrestler to hault her offence and look for a chance to counter "Mngh not so fast Mariko"she would hiss out as she would attempt her thigh strike.

As Mariko attempted to “help” Ami back up to her feet, she was suddenly met with a heavy thrust of the supermodel’s thigh right into her stomach for her troubles. “Ugh!” she gasped while doubling over, barely managing to prevent stumbling down to a knee.

Even Yamato couldn’t help but wince a bit at the impact of Ami’s strike. But it wasn’t enough to make him worry. “Come on, sis! You’ve got this!” he cheered from the corner. Though Mariko appreciated the encouragement, unfortunately it didn’t change the fact that she was now winded and vulnerable.

The supermodel was crafty, she wasn't going to go down so easily and wanted to prove to the AFW fans that she was as deadly as she was pretty. With Mariko forcing Ami back up on her feet, she rose back with her thigh raised into her opponents abs, bringing the purple haired wrestler to a bending over position, with her body doubled over right infront of the supermodel.

Ami grinned, wiping her lips with her forearm as she looked evilly down at Mariko then stepping in to wrap her arms around Mariko's face for a front facing facelock, her grip tightened around her as she squeezed her arm tightly around her face. "Hah pipe down Yamato and just watch how your sister submits to a better woman"she would laugh, then focusing back on her submission move.

Only a second or two after having the wind blasted right out of her, Mariko felt an arm coiling around her head and face. “Agh!” she grunted against the hold, which painfully wrenched against and contorted her beautiful face.

Yamato growled in annoyance when Ami taunted him, but that didn’t stop the energetic young man from cheering his sister on. “She’s not gonna me you submit with a weak hold like that! Lets go, Mariko!” he called out. Mariko was hardly in a position to verbally respond. But she did attempt to fight back against the hold.

She grabbed onto one of Ami’s wrists with both hands, then tried to spin under the arm to twist out of her facelock while wrenching the supermodel’s arm out to the side. If it worked, she might have a chance to retake control again. If not, she’d have to come up with a plan B.