Hawkeye vs. Army - Won't Back Down

And here came the boos - once again, it slightly pissed him off that they'd probably be cheering if the roles were reversed and he was the one getting tossed around like a ragdoll by some hot girl. The double-standard was really starting to grate. Whatever - he didn't mind putting on a good show for these people, but not if it meant getting slapped around like a bitch. He was here to win.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry about-"

One of her boots connected in his stomach, driving out some air - more of a pain in the ass than anything, but enough of a reason for him to toss her back into the turnbuckle and step back, grasping his. "Okay, little bit less sorry than I was a second ago."

Hawkeye gasped as she was let go, against the turnbuckle, one hand rubbing her throat.

Still, she wasn't out yet, despite his power. It was clear however, that there was no way that she could take him out with her usual style of strikes and chokes.

She grabbed the ropes and pulled herself onto the second turnbuckle, attempting something new as she quickly leaped off and kicked both feet out, trying to plant both feet against his chest!

Okay, she scored a hit. But it was hardly like he was floored or anything - the pain was already fading, not a big blow. A nice try, but this train was still going strong, and Hawkeye was still stuck on the tracks with nowhere to go.

He moved forward again, expecting her to try and run out of the corner or throw another blow at his stomach, or...do anything but she actually did. Getting up on the turnbuckle, she launched out like a real hi-flyer, slamming into his chest with a flying dropkick.

The blow slammed into his chest and knocked back, back, back to the center of the ring - he didn't fall, not even to one knee, but the surprise of it all was enough to rock his world, and Hawkeye's boots were none too pleasant on his chest.

Hawkeye fell to the mat after her dropkick, getting up to all fours, still rubbing her throat.

She gulped as she realized that she hadn't even knocked Army off of his feet. Hawkeye was no weakling, even with her smaller size.

Soothing her throat a little more, she got up to her feet, before running towards the ropes away from Army, rebounding off them straight back towards him.

When she got near him, she kicked her leg up as high as she could and, unable to hit his face, trying to nail him in the chest with one of finishers, the running Big Boot, throwing one of her more powerful moves at him!

The dropkick hurt a lot more than Army thought it would have - there was even a red imprint of her boots on his chest, so solid he could even make out the brandname. "Son of a bitch."

He shook his head as he heard the pitter-patter of little boots running around the ring - Hawkeye was coming at him from the rope. He reeled back and threw a punch, looking to lay her out, flat and faster, but she threw her boot out at the last moment - his reach was long but not long enough to get past her legs, even with the height difference. His chest was still sore from the dropkick, and that's exactly what she hit with the kick - this time he went down, falling on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

"Okay, nice move, I'll give it to you." He started rubbing his chest and trying to sit back up

Hawkeye groaned as Army started to sit up. That was one of her bigger moves, and it wouldn't be enough to keep Army down.

"W...what the hell did your parents feed him!?"

She yelled at Carmen, outside the ring.

Hawkeye followed up by hopping out of the ring, starting to dig under the ring apron. Being a hardcore match, the AFW staff had been sure to stock weapons under the ring just for their use, and it was clear Hawkeye was going to need them if she stood a chance. Pulling out a couple trash cans, a kendo stick, and even a footstool from under the ring.

"What didn't we feed him? He eats like a fucking tiger." Carmen looked up from her game of Angry Birds Space. Almost done with Cosmic Crystals. "Also, another word of advice? Hardcore match. Get a chair or something."

"Dios mio, will you stop helping my opponent?"

"Love you, too, bro." She gave him another wave as she went back to her game. "Gah, cerdos estupidos."

Army got up after a moment after Hawkeye went out of the ring and started pulling out...everything from under the ring, a bunch of stuff that really had no business being there, but always seemed to be under there anyway for hardcore matches. He walked over to the ropes and just watched her go at it. "That's all they got in there?" He started to step over the ropes, coming down. "No ladders? Kind of want a ladder."

Hawkeye frowned, bad enough she was getting tossed around by this tank, but he was casual about it?

His voice sounded closer too, and she could hear the ropes being pulled down just above her.

She quickly looked up at him before jumping upwards, grabbing Army's leg and letting her weight carry her down, trying to force him down crotch first on the top rope!

"GOTCHA!"

Army saw her leaping up, looking like she was trying to score a slam dunk on an invisible net - by the time he realized what she was trying to do, it was too late. He came down on his balls, and let out a yell as he tumbled off the ropes and fell to the floor. And, of course, he landed right on top of a trashcan, flattening it and making his back burst with pain.

"Fuck!" This time he didn't back up - he stayed on the floor, rolling around, one hand grasping his balls while the other rubbed his back. "Fucking cheap shot!" He glared up at her. "They teach you that shit in the military? Huh?"

Hawkeye frowned, picking up a kendo stick and swinging it in the air a bit.

"Did they teach you in boxing to lift somebody by their throat and cut off their air supply? We learned to do whatever it took when your body is on the line!"

She yelled, lifting and bring the stick down upon his body, repeating the action multiple times over his chest.