Hawkeye vs. "Gnarly" Charlie Haines

As Charlie started to get up, Hawkeye ran forward and hammered him with a strong kick to his stomach!

He flopped back against the mat, wheezing as the wind was knocked out of him! Hawkeeye was a strong lady.... going blow for blow would lead to a very bad night in a hurry! Unfortunately for Charlie, he was still trying to gain his bearings again and all he could do was lay on the mat and kick in frustration as he regained his breath.

Looking to take advantage of Charlie being down, she reached down and pulled him up to a sitting position, dropping behind him and wrapping her legs around his waist, while her arms slid in around his thin neck.

"Hope you don't mind if I hold you for a while."

She teased, squeezing his sides and neck in a tight sleeper/scissors combo hold!

Talk about from bad to worse! Charlie grunted and struggled as Hawkeye was squeezing the fight out of him! The hold was painful and oxygen depriving. Charlie knew direct force against Hawkeye wouldn't work too well, if at all.

Charlie tried to ram his elbows back into Hawkeyes's abdomen as hard as he could! Escape via any means necessary was all he was worried about right now. It was way too early to tap out, even though part of him knew it was the easiest way to escape the pain. Charlie ignored that tiny little voice in his head and began to elbow as hard as he could!

Hawkeye held on as long as she could, but eventually the continued elbows got too her, forcing her to let go of her sleeper attempt, leaning back, her upper body out of reach of his elbows, though her legs continued to squeeze against his sides, while she hissed and rubbed her bruised side.

"Damn...nice shots....but still squeezing you!"

She taunted, proving her point by pouring the pressure on him.

Charlie could only groan in pain as Hawkeye taunted him. She grounded him good, and nothing favorable to Charlie ever happened in a situation like this.

However, he wasn't being choked.... He had to act. Charlie tried to squirm and maneuver himself so he could roll the two closer to the ropes. Hawkeye was the type to honor a rope break... all he had to do was get there and grab on for dear life!

Hawkeye was prepared for a few counter responses, elbows, pulling, so on. What she wasn't expecting was that Charlie would suddenly throw himself to the side, rolling both of them over, causing Hawkeye's head to bounce off the mat, leaving her on her back groaning after they completed their roll.

"Ughhhh..."

While they weren't close enough to the ropes for a rope break, the sudden shot to her head would cause her grip on his waist to weaken considerably.

Even though he was shy of the ropes, Charlie felt a lot less squeeze from Hawkeyes legs. He wedged his arms in and broke free, quickly moving himself.

Charlie stayed close to Hawkeye, grabbed onto the legs that were just wrapped around him. He rolled her onto her stomach and arched ner legs back, applying a boston crab!

"Crap,crap,crap!"

Hawkeye yelled, soon finding herself rolled onto her stomach and locked into a tight Boston Crab, her legs pulled high and tight by the wiry mans surprising strength.

Biting her lip, the blonde pounded her fist on the mat, determined not to tap out!

Charlie kept up the pressure on the hold, catching a break from his previous position at the wrong end of a nasty hold himself!

"Its ok to tap sometimes ya know?" Charlie said. He really hoped he wouldn't have to inflict any more pain on Hawkeye. So far he had done a good job of holding back the guilt he felt but right at this moment it was harder than it had been at any previous time. Charlie closed his eyes and kept up on the hold while he still could.

Another yell came from Hawkeye's lips, the ref girl asking if she wanted to give up, to which she shook her head, having not intentions of submitting, not again, having already been forced to tap out in her last match, against the larger and more powerful Army.

"N-No way! I'm not giving up!"

She yelled, as she pressed her arms to the mat and began to pull herself, slowly dragging both her and her lighter opponent towards the ropes. If she could just get a rope break, she might have a chance!