Hana Fujioka vs. Army Rodriguez ~Big Guy, Bigger Girl~

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout

Deep breaths. This'll be easy. It'll be just like it was at home, just...with more people watching. Nothing to worry about.

Hana didn't know why she was so worried. It wasn't like her. Usually she was calmer, more confident. She couldn't think of a single time before that she had ever had pre-match jitters like this. It was almost worrisome, but she knew what was wrong. This was the AFW. The biggest of the big leagues. Miles above the little indie place she had spent so much of her life in, both as a fan and as a wrestler.

Enough of this, she thought to herself, pushing her nervous thoughts aside. There was nothing to worry about. She was here to wrestle, and she was damn good at it. There was no reason to be worried just because the crowd was a little bigger, the venue a little more packed. She would go out, and do what she did best, and make her family proud. She knew they would all be watching, so she made a mental note to put on an especially good show for them.

She waited near the curtains separating the backstage area from the arena proper, and once she heard her entrance music begin to blast over the arena's speakers, she pushed through the curtains and onto the entrance stage, giving the crowd a wide grin as she stepped out to meet them, giving them their first look at the woman named Hana.

The Tension crowd was, quite simply, struck speechless. They weren't sure how to react to the woman! Tension had it's share of big, strong looking wrestlers, but...all of them were men. There were a handful of women who came close to the woman in height, but definitely no one that was as built as she was, no one packing the muscles of the Japanese woman. They began to chatter and whisper among themselves, their reaction seemingly mixed on how they felt about the newcomer.

Hana didn't mind. She would give them a reason to be impressed by her, and turn those whispers into cheers.

She wasted no time, heading down the ramp towards the ring. She slid underneath the ropes and climbed up to her feet, heading to a corner to await her opponent for the night. She wasn't sure who she would be facing in her debut, but she hoped it would be someone that could give her a good fight, someone she could put on a good show with for her big debut match.

Army stood against a wall in the back, decked out in his red trunks with the black trim, his fists tapped up and his red boots laced. Carmen stood on the other side of the wall, wearing her ripped blue jeans and a black A-shirt, staring back at him from behind her sunglasses. They could hear the audience humming nearby, and the backstage area was bustling with energy around them. Not in their spot, though. They were just standing there. Staring. Quiet. Two Rodriguezes, doing what Rodriguezes do best: being stubborn.

Carmen, finally, broke the silence. "You know you're an asshole, right?"

Army's shoulders finally sagged as he rolled his eyes and let it all go with a sigh. This had been a week coming, ever since his little dust up with Clyde Gastin at the gym. Carmen had walked in around the end of it, and Army got chewed out. Words were exchanged. Harsh words. And it only got worse when they went home and had a second round of shouting there.

It had gotten ugly, and Army had to admit, he said a few things he wished he hadn't said. Crossed a few lines. It wasn't the first time he'd had it out with Carmen by any stretch of the imagination, but it was one of the loundest and meanest and rudest. After it, they hadn't spoken for four days. Not as long as the record, one week, but long.

It was easy to stay mad at each other, and they still were. But they were family. Familia. They both had friends in Japan, but at the end of the day, it all came down to them. Just them. Together. Whether they liked it or not.

So, once again, Carmen was here to join Army in his walk to the ring. With so much backstabbing and crazy crap going on in Tension these days, they had to watch each other's back. He'd asked her to be there. She was there. But Carmen didn't have to be quiet about it. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Army ran her hands through his hair and looked down. "Thanks for coming."

"Welcome." Carmen looked at him sideways and stepped forward to grab one of his hands. She started to undo the tape, unraveling it and putting it back on. The right way. "You never could do this right. Over, under, around..."

"...down, back, and through." He shook his head. It always seemed so simple, but he'd get lost around the fourth step and messed things up from there.

Carmen reached up and gave him a playful slap across the side of his head. "Useless without me." She moved on to the other side. "Who're you up against?"

"Hana Fuji...Fu..." He gave up and reached into his pocket, taking out the match card. "Hana Fujioka?"

Carmen popped up after she finished the other hand and blinked a few times, combing through her brain's records. "I..." Her eyes went to the ceiling like the answer was up there. "I know that name. Familiar."

"Can't imagine why, she's new." He shrugged and held his hands up, squeezing his hands to get a good feel for the tape. Carmen always got it tight, had to give it to her.

"A new girl?"

"A new girl."

Carmen raised an eyebrow and started to bob her head as she heard Hana's entrance music begin with a quick, rocking, up beat theme. Army knew where the confusion was coming from. He had been in Tension for about a year, and while he hadn't won most of his matches, they'd been close loses for the most part against more experienced opponents. He wasn't someone you generally put new blood against, especially in a league like Tension. As near as he could figure, it was a King sort of situation - putting the fresh girl up against someone tough, expecting her to sink or swim in the deep end. He'd seen it happen with the assholes in the AFW, but he wasn't going to follow in those footsteps. "Don't worry, I won't go full tilt on her. We'll take it nice and easy."

It wasn't long before his own music came on, filling Japan with a little Latin flavor as he and Carmen emerged. The crowd was still throwing boos his way, catching heel heat thanks to Jackie, Queen of the Bitches, making him look like an girl-beating asshole a few months back. Army wasn't paying any attention to that, though. He was focused on the ring.

There was something off about Hana. She was muscular, more so than any girl he'd fought before, but it wasn't just that. It became clearer and clearer with every step he took, until he finally slid in under the bottom rope and faced off with her. Then, right there, with no tricks of the light to mess it up, his mind finally processed it. "Holy fuck, you're tall!"

"Army!" Carmen slapped the apron from ringside.

He looked back at her and threw his hands up. "Well, she is!" He turned back to Hana and leaned to the side, making sure his eyes weren't screwing with him. She wasn't the biggest woman he'd ever come across, but she was easily the tallest girl he'd met since coming to Japan, and without question the biggest one he'd ever seen in any kind of ring, ever. "I'm sorry, I just...wow." He held up his hands, hoping he didn't look like too much of an idiot. Probably too late. "You are...wow."

Hana waited in her corner, patiently waiting for her opponent to make his or perhaps even her entrance, curious as to who they were putting the new girl up against. She didn't have to wait long (though she was patient enough that she wouldn't have minded waiting longer too much), before the sounds of her opponent's entrance theme hit her ears, blasting through the speakers of the arena.

The first thing she noticed, before she even caught sight of him, was the boos coming from the crowd. She looked around in a bit of confusion and more then a little curiosity, even more eager to see who she would be fighting. She leaned out of her corner to take a closer look, when she finally saw the two figures stepping into the arena. It only took her a few seconds to recognize the Rodriguez siblings, though their names didn't quite come to mind too easily. She had seen enough Tension to recognize their faces, at the very least.

She watched the two of them head down the ramp towards the ring, taking care to eye Army carefully up and down, sizing him up as he drew closer. He was big. Strong looking, even stronger in person then he was on TV. He seemed perfect for the kind of match that Hana wanted to put on tonight.

When he finally slipped into the ring, she stepped forward to meet him, but before she could say a single word, he was opening his mouth and declaring his amazement at her size. All Hana could do was grin back at him, looking down at him with a light shrug. She was only a tiny bit taller then him, an inch at best, but she still had the feeling that he hadn't ran across too many women like her before.

"I'm going to go ahead and take that as a compliment," she gently teased, placing one hand on her hip, flashing him a quick wink. "I guess I'm not what you were expecting tonight, huh?"

It only occurred to Army after he finished talking, but he was really leaving himself open. For all he knew, Hana could have been another one of the insane, psycho bitches that seemed to grow around the AFW like skanky weeds, and she could have easily taken the opportunity to get a free shot in while he was gawking. That was all he needed, another Jackie to deal with, only this one with super strength instead of super speed.

Fortunately, Hana didn't seem to be a bitch. Really, she seemed like she was taking it all in stride. Army had some inkling what it was like for people too make a big deal out of your size, but he suspected it was an every day thing for her.

"Good, meant it to be." He rubbed his hands and took a step back, appreciating her size for one last time. The more he thought about it, the more he saw this as a treat. It had been far, far too long since he'd been able to go against someone around his own size, that he could take on like he used to take on the guys back home. That wasn't discounting any of the girls he'd fought - Ro, Kendra, Jackie, Hawkeye, they were all tough fights. They could beat him. But they couldn't fight him like a woman with this sort of body could.

Army was giddy. Didn't like applying that word to himself, but it fit.

"And no, not what I expected...you're better." He smirked and brought his arms up, moving into a grappling stance instead of his usual boxing pose. Army would probably throw his fair share of punches before this was done, but he wanted to start out and get a feel for what Hana was working with. The best way to do that? Take her head on. "You getting as pumped as I am, gigante?"

Hana's grin widened at Army's unexpected compliment. This was nice. She was worried she would end up against one of Tension's lesser savory wrestlers in her debut (and they definitely had plenty of them to spare), but she had lucked out and gotten someone nice and friendly. Of course, she still wanted to go up against some of those other less friendly individuals. There was definitely a few people in Tension she thought needed a well-deserved beating or two.

As Army shifted into his grappling stance, Hana took a step back, raising her own arms up in front of herself. She gave him a nod, and called back to him with her reply. "Like you wouldn't believe. I've been excited as hell about this all day long."

At the sound of the bell, she started to move back in towards him, but then paused, calling out to him again. "You'd better not hold back on me, alright? Because I'm certainly not going to hold back on you."

With that, she suddenly charged right in, locking up with Army and planting her boots firmly against the mat, starting to push against him, trying to get a feel for just how strong he was and just how well she compared.

Army nodded Hana's way with the same wink she'd given him, getting goosebumps as the bell rang. He could almost hear the epic music playing in his head. Something with dueling electric guitars. "I know the feeling, believe me."

He started to move in, too, and paused when she did the same. Reasonable request. "Don't you worry about-"

And just like that, it was on. Hana was all over him, pushing into him with incredible force. Tremendous force. Insane force. He took a step back. Then another. Another on top of those. He knew she'd be strong, but it was hard to imagine just how much power she could bring to bear without experiencing it first hand.

"Christ!" He was getting close to the ropes, way too close, and the crowd was cheering along in anticipation, egging Hana on as she continued to gain ground.

Strength was one thing. Catching your opponent by surprise like that though? That was something entirely different, and fortunately for Hana, it had worked. Her arms flexed, her muscles bulging as she pushed into Army, forcing him backwards, one step at a time towards the ropes. The crowd seemed to love it, cheering on the newcomer as she kept pushing, driving her opponent backwards.

"You seem...nn, shocked..." she stated, as she kept pushing, kept trying to force Army further back. "Come on. Show me what you've really got."

As they drew closer to the ropes, Hana suddenly and sharply inhaled, taking in a deep breath before trying to power further forward, trying to force Army back the rest of the way backwards towards the ropes.

When this was over, Carmen was going to have to ask Hana what her workout routine was. If she could get this much power out of the female body, he couldn't even imagine what it would do with a guy. She could probably give him some tips. Plus, he wanted to see if he could beat her at the bench press.

"Little bit." And another step lost. Fuck. "Looks like your parents..." Sliding a bit now. Every word came out like a growl. "...fed you the same stuff mine did. Shit."

It was hard to hear her through the crowd's roar, but Carmen was one of the few voices cheering him on. "Come on, Army! Feet down! Chest forward! Push!" She hammered her fist into the ring. "Push!"

Army planted his back foot down hard and started to dig deep. "I got this!" It had been a while since anyone could push his limits like this, so long he'd forgotten just how strong he was at the max. But Hana was jogging his memory, and as it came back to him, he started putting more and more into the struggle and the veins surged all around his skin. "Come on, get back, get back!"

"Do you?" Hana asked, at the sound of Army's declaration that he 'had this'. She leaned closer towards him, hoping to finish pushing him towards the ropes, but then, suddenly, he seemed to get serious. It was like he was over his shock at Hana's size, and had finally remembered that hey, he was a pretty big guy too.

Hana tried to keep pushing, but as Army gathered his own strength and began to push back against her, she was forced to take a step back. Then another. Then a third. Slow steps, but it was lost ground nonetheless. Her friendly smile fell off of her face, replaced with a more serious, determined expression, as she planted her boots firmly onto the mat, her arms flexing with power as she tried to put a halt to Army's progress.

She couldn't help but steal a quick glance past Army, however, looking at Carmen for a brief instant before focusing her gaze back onto Army. "Nnn...that's your sister, right?" She asked, keeping up the banter as she tried to remain firm against the mountain of muscle that was Army. "She's pretty loud, isn't she?"

Army couldn't remember the last time he'd taken this much effort to push back another human being. No, screw that - he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken this much effort to do anything, period. His muscles pulsed with pure energy, and every inch earned was a slaughter on his body. Hana was making him fight for each step they took away from the ropes.

But he was pushing her back. The pressure between their bodies was hard enough to forge diamonds, and some of his steps were far shorter than he would have liked, but it was going in his favor.

Hana put her foot down hard and stopped the progress, bringing them to a stalemate in the center of the ring. Giving and taking, pushing and crushing, going at it like two wild animals struggling for dominance. Army was still happy as hell for this, but you wouldn't have guessed it from the raw look on his face. It was pure mean, stonefaced and serious, a perfect match for Hana.

The mention of his sister snapped Army away for a second and made him falter, giving up a little room, but he quickly righted himself and pushed back into her harder than before, letting their shoulder bones clash as he did. "Runs in the family. Not exactly quiet types." Army started to move to the side, trying to see if circling around Hana while they pushed was enough to make her lose her balance. "She a problem? She'll hush up if she's bugging you, just say so."