Re: No DQ Submit: Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Karam del Rosario

by Guest Fri May 22, 2015 7:26 pm

Karam's head whipped left, then right, as she searched for what she really needed. Handcuffs. None were around.

Damn.

...Luckily, Army he who could crush Karam's spine with one flex of his man-muscled hand, rolled over howling like a bitch when she stung his ears. Watching him howl, she decided in the absence of handcuffs, she'd just have to get brutal and lay him out long enough for her to find some good restraints unmolested.

in wrestling, the basic mounts rotate around the person on bottom like hands around the clock. You could mount face to face with your butt on his chest--a full mount. You could pin him from one perpendicular side and rest your knees against his ribs--a side mount.

Then there's the one where you rest your hands on his shoulders and your tits on his nose, like you're getting ready to sink into some sweet 69 action. That's what Karam dove into after Army rolled off her and all but whimpered on the carpet.

The next bit would involve her legs. Moving in practiced rhythm, she was going to stretch one leg high into the air, over her head--like she was pointing at the moon with her toes. For a moment, the blood would flow out of her high limb and make her head prickle with heat and fluid. Then--but for the grace of God coming to save him--that knee would come crashing down on Army's head.

And she could repeat that motion pretty quick if she wanted to make his head spin real fast.

by **acuyra** Fri May 22, 2015 8:41 pm

Army had no idea why the crazy little spitfire didn't just move in for the kill, and he frankly didn't care - he needed the breather. Bad. She hadn't broken skin when she'd plunged those fingers in his ears, but she'd come close, far too close. He was sure that, sometime decades from now, he'd be talking to an ear doctor just because of her, and he'd have to give some weird explanations.

It wasn't enough to keep him down for long, though. Army started to sit up, shaking his head as he went, ready to get back into the game, when she brought the game back to him. The demoness was on him all of the sudden, and even though he'd recently been relieved, he could already feel the blood begin to run across his body, heading towards his favorite spot. It wasn't something that could be helped. She was everywhere. She covered his eyes, filled his nostrils with the sweet scent of sweat. He could have just pushed her away again, easy, and there was a tiny part of him that wanted to - but that part had no control over his body.

For a moment, he thought she was going to give him the same treatment as before, looking to work him over with that deadly mouth of hers. He should've known better. Really should have.

Army's head exploded. Not literally, of course, but with all the pain and head trauma she wrecked on him with her brutal knee, it felt that way. Thoughts were scrambled. His head went light, and he made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and weak scream. Through it all, he managed to look up just in time to see that knee coming right back towards him.

"Stop-"

He got out that single word before it crashed into his skull once more, filling his vision with stars. All the fights he'd been in, all the times he'd been smashed in the head, and nothing even came close. He laid under her with glassy eyes and splayed limbs, while his mouth hung open like a hooked fish. Which he was.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:43 pm

[Appending posts from another site]

“Stop-!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Karam saw the ref start to move. Karam’s nails sunk into Army’s shoulders like there was a hammer behind them, and she let out a maddened bellow.

Lurching back, she set up another knee—and delivered it unto his skull. Then she whirled up and around; she shoved the oncoming bitch back, and then her hands went up.

Oh, I’m so sorry!

“Cunt…” she muttered, turning back towards the ring.

Curiously, the referee didn’t take kindly to her attitude. Next thing she knew, Karam was forced to dive face-first into the ring post. Her nose went off like a siren as it crumpled against the steel. When the referee’s high kick connected behind the base of her skull, Karam felt her neck crack against its limits. She sat gagging on the floor.

“When a contestant says stop, honey,” said the nude scorekeeper, “you’d best lay off and get back to your corner lickety split. Get me?”

Karam stood, teetered. Her stomach curled at the once-again disjointed state of her head. So Karam took a moment to steady--and brushed off her ass. She grinned and pulled herself into her corner.

“Someday, ref, I’m gonna fuck you too.”

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:44 pm

Acuya wrote:Army breathed a sigh of relief after he said the word - or he tried to, anyway. That sigh turned into a horrific gasp as the violent violet's nails dug deep into his skin like demonic daggers, and he saw her raising up for another deadly knee. "Fuck, stop! I said-"

Even if she did hear him - and he was pretty sure she did, the crazy bitch - it didn't matter at that point. The knee was heading towards his face at terminal velocity, and all he could do was watch as it fell like the headman's axe and slammed his head again. Army groaned and rolled to his side, cradling his battered skull for an agonizing moment, while the world became pure pain.

After that moment passed...Army wasn't sure what happened, really. Karam was on the floor, gagging up a storm, and the only other person in the room was giving her a stern talking to. His brain was frazzled, but not so much that he couldn't put two and two together and make an obvious conclusion: do not fuck with the ref. "I'm just gonna go ahead and..." He pointed at the ring, trying to think up something to add to the situation. Came up empty. "Yeah."

Army rolled into the ring under the bottom rope and took up position in his corner, rubbing his head all the way. The brain trauma was taking its toll - he felt sluggish, had the worst headache. He'd soldier through it, though. Not much choice. This was his best chance. As slick as this woman was, she'd used up a lot of her tricks. She couldn't have that many left, and the moment she had nowhere to run...

Army shook his head and came out of the corner with his arms up and his feet tapping, slowly circling around her. Closing in. "Hey," He lunged her way, faking a grab and pulling back fast. Draw her out, use his reach advantage. "Ref got funky with your face. How'd it feel, honey?"

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:45 pm

A tiny flickering flame licked the base of Karam’s brain, feeding a constant stream of pain.

Army moved in, gloating.

This punk doesn’t even know my name.

Her power towered over his like a high, conquering civilization confronted by the naked savage. His dick waggling in the air, he had nothing left to draw on but his stupid monkey strength.

As soon as he moved to grab her, she ducked under his wave and aimed to pierce him through with a claw around and in the twin dough-balls of his manhood.

And then he slid out of the way.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:46 pm

Acuya wrote:She was good. Army was humble enough to admit that. As weird as this woman was, she hadn't just been messing him up out of pure luck - no, she had some real talent, was a great athlete, and she might've been a threat even if she wasn't batshit insane. Her craziness pushed her from being tough to outright lethal.

But, as good as she was, Army was born to fight. And, as he moved out of the way and avoided those deadly little fingers hunting for the obvious target, he was ready to show her exactly what that meant.

He'd only been out of her range for a half second before he was back in again, reaching out to grab her with wide arms and an even wider smile. He he pulled her in close with a crushing hug, mashing her his iron chest against her pert and perky breasts, his hardened manhood against her slim waist, his powerful legs against her smooth thighs. It would've been a lovely hold to just enjoy, but he knew better than to keep her close for too long - a second had barely passed before he jerked back and sent her flying with a belly-to-belly suplex, launching her high into the air and watching her soar. "What goes up..."

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:47 pm

As the deer panteth for the water, so my soul longeth after thee…

Her body gave a shudder not when his arms treated her ribs like a garbage compressor, not when his bull’s thighs forced her crooked and bow-legged—not even when his penis slid up her navel and rested like it owned the place. From belly button to clitoris. It was the look that connected when his eyes met hers. The black pit at her core trembled and she felt herself moisten with an all too good fear.

“Oh God…”

Her brother cackled. Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, my dear!

When she was a young girl and her parents had been alive, they used to take her to church. The assembly smelled of incense, and the priest in his green vestments would sit at his throne, and the congregation offered up their songs. Karam among them.

Now the room smelled of strawberry, her womanhood hung cravenly open (thirsty and vulnerable), her back ached, her lungs struggled uselessly against his vice, and she desperately scrambled for an escape while there was nothing but the wicked and cruel Almighty to cling to.

Up she went.

To you alone may my spirit yield.

The old English melody intoned itself in her ears as the wind whistled past them. Her mouth hung open, then slammed shut on her tongue as she hit the ground. But she didn’t feel it. She bounced once on the mat, rolled onto her stomach, and lay completely still.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:48 pm

Acuya wrote:
It was weird.

This was hardly the first time he'd ever had his body pressed up against a woman before, not even one with a sizzling body like this. Army had been in a similar position with many, many women, held them close in the bed and whispered in their ears after a rousing round of steamy sex. His body was quite comfortable against the female form.

But this one was different. And it didn't have anything to do with 99% of her body, which was ever-so pleasing to the touch. No, it was the eyes. Those dark, deep, disturbing, dangerous eyes. The way she spoke, whispered, mewled before he sent her flying. The sound in her tone - fear? It sounded so weird coming out of her, like she didn't know the proper way to express the emotion. Something about it sent a chill all the way down to his spine.

He tried his best to shake it off, after the move connected and focus on the task at hand. Executing the move had brought him to his back, and as he sat up, he looked over his shoulder and saw the tormentress' lifeless body. Part of him watched it like a horror movie, expecting her to pop up at any moment and come after him, but no. She didn't move. She didn't attack. She barely seemed to be breathing. She wasn't knocked out, no way his life was that easy, but for the first time since this match began, he felt like the advantage was all his.

If there was ever a time he could seize the match, this was it.

Army wasn't a submissionalist by any definition, but he knew a few basic holds, and there was one that was perfect for the situation. He walked towards her on his knees and spun around so that he was sitting on her back, facing away from her legs and looking down on violet strands from behind. He rubbed his hands together to dry off some of the sweat, then reached around her head and grabbed her chin from behind with both hands. "Let's see how flexible you really are. Come on..."

He leaned back and pulled her head up, making her torso come along with it. As soon as he was high enough, he got his knees under her shoulder, put his feet to the ground, and tried to lock her in a wrestling classic - the Camel Clutch.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:49 pm

According to the American Society of Neurology and Epilepsy, a grade II concussion is one that causes a loss of consciousness for less than five minutes, usually for less than thirty seconds. Afterwards, victims may feel dazed, dizzy, disoriented, and may be unable to coordinate their movements.

Karam’s brain was an impotent spark plug firing into an abyss. She was locked in her own skull and not even able to comprehend that much. In life, she was a cross-eyed doll with dilated pupils. It was bad enough that even the referee was making nervous motions.

Then Karam’s nerve-net started to come back online. She started violently, gasping, wrenching randomly. Her face was wet with her own spit…and blood…from drooling on the mat, and something leathery was pulling painfully against her chin. That seemed utterly illogical; there was no reason her neck should be limited that way. Her limbs just then were free agents. They knew they were supposed to do something, so they did something, and even she wasn’t sure exactly what, but it was violent. But somehow even her epileptic madness was locked in…

And then, by degrees, she deduced the man on her back.

As her eyes focused, her face went cherry. Teeth locked together by the hold, she screamed hard enough to throw hot coals against her vocal chords.

Her voice cracked, but no amount of pushing or squirming or kicking shifted the submission.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:51 pm

Acuya wrote:Even after everything she'd done to him and tried to do to him and would likely keep on trying to do if this match continued, even with how crazy she was and the rotten things she'd said, and even though she'd toyed with him and taken his seed in front of a million plus people - despite all of that, when the violet vixen screamed, Army still felt sorry for her. He shouldn't. He knew damn well he shouldn't. But, he did.

He eased up on the hold and leaned forward. Not enough for her to even dream of getting out, he wasn't that stupid, but it would take the pain down from excruciating and merely make it a sharp burn along her spine. Enough to hurt, not enough to injure...for now, anyway.

"Hey, hey." Army brought his head next to hers and let their cheeks brush together. He dared to let one of his hands go from her chin and ran it along her chest, teasing at the skin underneath her blouse - as violent as this match could get, there was still a sensual tone to it, and he still owed her for the orgasm she'd wrenched out of him. "Just relax, be cool. Doesn't have to hurt like this if you don't want it to."

Army moved his head back, just enough for him to plant a soft kiss on her ear and breathe hot air to dry them off with. The taste of her sweat tickled his tongue, and he couldn't resist a chuckle. Maybe a little of her craziness was rubbing off on him. Maybe it was just the room.

"Just let me hear the magic words, little lady." His curious hand started to travel under her blouse from the top and work its way down - the last time he'd tried this, it didn't go well, but she was in far worse position now than before. "Then we can have some real fun with all those toys."

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