Hawkeye vs. Army - Won't Back Down

"Hard feelings." He stared down at her, shadow large enough to darken her entire body. "Very hard feelings."

He grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted her up, holding her upside down like a piece of meat. "I don't think you girls really realize how much getting hit in the nuts hurts. It's seriously, like the most painful thing you can imagine. Ever. In the Bible, there was actually a thing where you could kill a woman for doing that. Death. For a nut shot. That's just how much it hurts."

He reeled back and sent a soccer kick flying into the back of her head, shooting for the back of her skull - he was wearing sandals, so it wouldn't be as bad as it could have been with shoes, but at the same time he doubted she'd notice the real difference from her position.

Hawkeye yelped as she was picked up and held upside down by her legs, unable to believe she was in such a position, scrambling at the ground. She didn't know what scared her more, his strength or his attitude, quoting terrifying bible verses.


"It was...It was just groping!"


She got out, unable to protect herself as his large foot smashed into the back of her head, causing her to cry out upon impact, though she simply groaned after, the blow doing severe damage to the smaller blonde, not knocked out, but her body going more slack after, trapped in his grip.

"What happened on the ropes? Not a grope."

Sure enough, the kick to the head scrambled her brain quite a bit - from the looks of things, she'd be pretty pliable for the foreseeable future. Messing up a beauty like this was a true shame - Hawkeye was a rough beauty. But that was the game they were playing, and the time for kid gloves had long since past. It was hammers and tongs, from here on out.

He dropped her on her back, letting her lay there for a moment before he stepped forward and pressed his foot down on her stomach...and held it there, putting his weight and as much power as he could muster into crushing her belly. "Feel free to tap out, anytime."

Hawkeye just groaned as she lay on the outside, trying to shake off the fog and the image of multiple Armie's standing above her.


She had just focused herself when his foot pressed hard into her stomach, forcing a gasp out of her, as well as the air in her body, her arms weakly pushing at his foot, getting weaker with each second of air taken out of her. Soon her tight belly was flat, the blonde gasping and coughing for air, the former army girl actually starting to whimper.

Damn it, she was whimpering. Like the situation wasn't awkward enough.

"Come on, don't do that. Just tap and it's over." He let up on the stomp and reached down, grabbing her by the neck again to pull her straight up - he knew she'd hate it, but that was the point. One way or another, he was going to drive the point home.

"Look, it's nothing against you - you're a great fighter, really." He tried to bring up her to her feet and blast her with a solid shot to the stomach. "If we were the same size, I'd be screwed - but I'm not. We got weight classes in boxing for a reason, and this is a big one. So just give up and we can all go home."

It was hard not to whimper, especially as she was lifted by her neck again. Hawkeye stood on shaky legs, unable to support herself, especially after another stomach shot that brought her down to her knee's, her head leaning forward and resting against his body, panting and breathing heavily against his crotch as she tried desperately to regain her breath.

"N...N-not...quitting..."

She gasped out, though even she didn't know how she'd take this walking tank down now.

Army shook his head as the boos started to pour in - expected, but annoying. "Oh, come on, why the fuck not? Do you want to get broken? Are you trying to prove some stupid point? You're tough, we get it."

He reached under her arm and pulled her with a sudden jerk as he bent, looking to bring her up and put her into a torture rack - he wasn't familiar with too many submission moves, but this was one of the few he knew how to do and do well; his shoulder and height were perfect for it.

As if things weren't bad enough for the blonde, now she was lifted up and being bent over Army's shoulders in torture rack, her small body bent hard over his large shoulders, Hawkeye screaming out in pain as her arms flailed around. There was no escape, no chance of it even. His grip held her, completely trapped with no escape.

Finally, she had no choice, the pain lancing through her arched spine too much even for her.

"I SUBMIT! I GIVE, I GIVE!!"

She cried out, hand tapping wildly against his chest.

Finally.

Army sighed, relieved as she gave in and submitted before he had to do something he really did not want to do. First AOBA, now her - the Tension girls were tough, but he was starting to worry that some of them didn't know when not to push things.

He lifted her off his shoulder and gently put her on the table as Carmen came over to check on things.

"You okay?" Army gave her a little shake. "Think you're good to get to the back, or you need me to carry you?"

Needless to say, that hadn't gone very well.


At first, all she could really do was groan as she was lifted and placed on the table. She wanted to get up, even tried at one point, but her attempt caused a flash of pain to course through her spine, making her whimper again. She couldn't even reply to Army, who seemed surprisingly worried, considering how perfectly fine he was with trying to strangle her. Apparently it was only "too much" when his balls were targeted.

"Nfff....mmghhhh..."