When Amy Met Army

And here it was, the only submission move that Army could do worth a damn. He figured it didn't really matter, though. After all, with his upper body strength, it was pretty effective, and he seriously doubted that Amy would disagree. Though her response was a lot less pained and a lot more pleasured than he would have guessed. With this sort of contact, the response wasn't totally unexpected, but he was surprised that it happened so early on. Pleasantly surprised.

"Well, holy shit." He snickered and wrenched the hold even tighter, really grinding into her back, now. "You're really getting off on-"

The world went dark all of the sudden and cut him off mid-taunt, followed by pain from both sides of his skull. He cried out and dropped, covering his head on reflex as he stumbled back, frantically trying to get the cap off his face. As soon as he did, the first thing he saw was Amy's fist, heading straight for his face at terminal velocity.

Where she found all the power that little fist had, he couldn't guess, but it was more than enough to rock his world. The blow landed square on  his nose  and dropped him flat on his back, reeling as the world spun around him. "What..what the fuck-" He grunted and started to get up, wincing all the way.

Yes! Amy’s body still glowed painfully red hot from Army’s constriction, but she felt nothing but triumph when she connected and laid him out, the punch feeling exactly as good as she knew it would. I guess he’s not so invulnerable after all.

But he was certainly persistent- he was already on his way back up. “Oh no, you don’t,” Amy tutted, running at him with a kick across his chest. She needed him on his back to apply an armbar to his right arm. It was a good way to wear down his best weapon, though she couldn’t imagine herself going so far as to do any lasting damage.

Not that he needed to know that.

“Hey, serious question,” She started as she sat down and reached for his arm. “I’m insured through the league. Are they gonna cover injuries for a fight they didn’t get to sell tickets to?”

Army was bigger than Amy, stronger than Amy, harder than Amy, but none of that would matter if he couldn't hit her, and she was demonstrating that point beautifully. Not quite as painfully, brutally, or sadistically as Jackie had, but all the same, a small part of him was glad that this wouldn't be televised. He already caught enough shit from his boys back home after Jackie curbstomped him, the last thing he needed was to give them even more ammo.

He needed to get back up, but Amy was wisely not going to let that happen, and her kick smacked him against the chest and dropped him back down. He needed a little more time to get up from that one, but once again, he was denied. He felt Amy grip his arms, saw her sitting beside him, and knew nothing good could come from it.

"I..." He tried to scoot away and take his arm with him, hoping he could pull free before she locked the hold. "Yeah, they cover you. Tickets or not, they can't make money of you if you're in the hospital."

"Oh good. Thanks." She was disappointed. She had hoped that the prospect of paying out of pocket would give him the pause she needed to lock in the hold, but she supposed that she should have known better than to expect a fighter not to know the ins and outs of his own insurance. Of course, she herself hadn't known, but she was an exception. Once she'd found out that Nathan had also joined the league, she'd dumped all of her paperwork on him- "Just like old times," she'd said- and, since Nathan hadn't told her not to go around picking fights with giant Puerto Ricans with boulders for fists, she figured she was okay.

Army was struggling like he was coming back to life, so she pulled back her leg and kicked at his face to pacify him. "Be good," she warned. If he continued to struggle, she'd abandon the hold, kicking once more at his face for good measure before rolling backwards and back onto her feet. Then she crouched, prepared to tackle him back to the ground.

Army might have been on the bottom, but if there was thing he learned from Ro Larren, it was that being on top didn't mean you were in control. He was struggling, making Amy work for the hold, and if he kept it up he'd be free. Guaranteed. "Glad I could..." A kick to the face rattled his jaw, but his skull was used to heavier blows, and he kept up the thrashing. "...help."

He managed to get her to let go, but true to her style, he didn't get to enjoy his freedom long. Amy pounced and slammed him back to the mat with more force than a girl her size had the right to use, knocking him flat once more and pinning him down. For the moment.

"I'm never good, pretty girl." He threw out a straight from his downed position, trying to bash her in the face and knock her off.

Amy straightened her back, grinning, ready to start her ground and pound. "Good, that's what I li-" Amy's sentence was cut short as Army's punch smashed into her cheek, taking her entirely off guard. Stars exploded across her vision, and she flopped backwards with a cry, sprawling out over Army's legs, her hands nursing her wound. Run, her instincts urged, but it would be another second or two before she could obey.

Was it wrong for Army to think that the cry Amy made was the cutest thing he'd ever heard from a girl who was currently trying to beat the crap out of him?

Maybe, yes. But he was strangely okay with that. The AFW was having some odd effects on him.

"Sorry, what was that?" He sat up up moved forward, crawling over her body through her legs until his face was above her's looking right into those shimmering blue eyes. Army used one hand to pin her shoulder down, then reared back and threw a couple of jabs, one for her face and one for her chest. "Give up whenever you feel like it, pretty girl. No rush."

Somehow, Amy found herself in the worst possible scenario. Army was on top, weighing her down, but his arms still had their full range of movement. To top things off, Army was taunting her, and she couldn't do a damned thing about it. The cocky little shit.

If not for Army's hand on her shoulder, Amy would have kissed him.

Army's punch to her face shattered through her thoughts, and the one to her chest set off a fresh fire of pain there, as well as a round of coughing... that slowly developed into a wheezing sort of laughter. "Army, I'm hurt. Am I the only one having fun here?"

Amy lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around Army's midsection and squeezed as hard as she could. At the same time, she reached up with her free hand and grabbed his hair, yanking it violently to the side while twisting her shoulders, looking to unbalance her much heavier opponent and free her other arm.

Army bit his lip as he pinned Amy down, as a devilish smile came over his face. If someone found them right now, they'd make some very understandable assumptions that would put him in jail for the foreseeable future. They wouldn't be able to hear the way she was laughing like she enjoyed it even more than he did. They would be able to tell just how hot it felt wherever their bodies met, the way her creamy thighs came along his abs...and squeezed...and squeezed.

"Christ!" His hands immediately went down and started pushing at the fleshy steel cables that were scissoring him in half. Amy had small legs, but they were packed with raw power, maddening force that made him fight for every breath.

He was left wide open, and she took advantage - the next thing he knew, those dainty fingers of hers were gripping his hair and dragging him away, making them fall on their sides. He kept on trying to pry her legs off, but that would have been a lot easier if he could take a full breath.

He shook his head at the anaconda grinding him between her legs. "Don't like it with me on top? Just had to say so." Army ran a hand over her leg. Just appreciating them, even through the pain.

Amy laughed, eyes bright. "Maybe someday I'll let you stay up there, when you're ready." she said, enjoying the give that her thighs were taking from Army's sides. She reached up with her newly freed arms and cradled them loosely around Army's neck, allowing her head to rest over his right shoulder. Then she gasped as Army's rough hand ran along the length of her leg.

Amy's focus was briefly shaken, and she wasn't sure anymore where she wanted to go from here. They were into each other, and they were brawling. As far as Amy was concerned, they were just a hair’s breadth away from actually having sex, anyway. One thing was for sure though; the time for bashful flirting was long past. So she drew her tongue lightly up Army's neck before whispering huskily into Army’s ear.

"I like it when you call me 'pretty girl.'"

In the end, she decided to hedge her bets. Her left arm was all business. She’d been in this situation enough times before to know that the favored way out was a powerbomb, so she attempted to pull Army’s head under her arm, hoping that a mouth full of concrete would discourage such a counter. At the same time, she reached down with her right and tried to pull Army's hand up to where her mouth would have the full freedom to suck Army's fingers.