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

Hana was a big woman. She was a tough woman. She had a body that was practically rippling with muscle and a set of abs that could make anyone jealous.

She was not invincible though, as the audience soon learned, watching her lurching forward after Army's kick had found it's mark. She wouldn't need to worry about being doubled over for too long, though. In came Army, and up came Hana, and straight towards her chest came his chop.

"Nnng!" came the hiss of pain though the amazon's clenched teeth, Hana clutching at her chest now as she staggered back from Army. She had gotten a bit too confident, and now Army was making her pay for it. Her stomach still hurt and now her chest hurt too. The man was strong, every bit as strong as he looked.

Hana wasn't ready to give it in yet, though. She forced herself to shake off the attack, and tried to block the pain out of her mind, even if just for a moment. She looked back towards Army, glaring towards him...not a hate-filled glare, not even an icy one, just a determined, focused stare. She came in again, charging towards him, and lifted her arm back once more, setting herself up for another big, heavy chop straight for his chest again!

Army had never chopped anyone before - always seemed like a silly move to do, like spanking someone in the middle of the match. Someone who wasn't Ro.

Now that he'd been on the receiving end and the sending end, he could see the usefulness. You don't win matches with slaps, but they hurt like a bitch, and they're just downright fun.

"Oh, you like that?" The crowd winced along as she recoiled from the stinging strike, a direct hit to her battleships. Army was smirking, but that smirk didn't last long when he saw the look in her eyes. Resolute and resolved, which could only mean that more pain was incoming.

Her payback slap hit so hard that he swore it made his ears ring and even had his heart shaking. Army hissed and stepped away as he clutched his chest the same way she had, like he was fighting against a female mirror.

"Oh, it's like that?" He huffed and narrowed his eyes as he stepped back towards her. "Alright, then." If Hana wanted to throw down the gauntlet, he'd gladly pick it up. Army threw another slap into her chest, and he was more than ready to do it again if she came back at him. And again. And again. And again.

He just hoped they stopped before they had permanent handprints on their chests.

"It's exactly like that," Hana answered, unable to hide her grin as Army stepped forward to meet her challenge. Grappling was one way to test someone's strength, and they seemed about even from what Hana could tell. But this? A chop contest? This was way more fun. It was a test of strength and endurance, and Hana was more then willing to prove that she had plenty of both to spare.

When Army stepped forward, she braced herself, the towering woman planting her boots firmly against the mat. She stood firm, arching her back towards Army, pushing her chest outwards as if to say go ahead. Give me everything you've got.

Which, of course, Army did just that.

Army's chop landed squarely on it's marking, his hand striking against her "battleships" once more. She winced again, another hiss passing through her clenched teeth as she turned away again, the force of the blow causing her to stumble to the side. She needed a moment to recover, but once she had taken that moment, the Amazon was more then ready to pay Army back again.

"Not bad," she muttered, as she turned back to him again. "But let's see how you like this!" She charged in, raising up her arm once more, and struck out towards Army's chest, leaning her weight into the blow to put some extra power into it.

Army had to stop himself from bursting out with laughter when Hana thrust her chest towards him. Not that there was anything wrong with her body - sexual thoughts were the exact last thing on his mind with a match like this, but there was no denying that she was well put together from head to toe. It was just the entire image, and the fact that she was crazy enough to even try this. Really, how many girls in the AFW would willingly let some guy slap the crap out of their chest? Besides Ro Larren? And, maybe, Amy Poford, if he caught her in the right mood.

Hana was insane, but she was the right kind of insane. His kind.

Fair was fair, of course. Army stepped forward like a bird presenting his plummage, offering up his chest for a willing sacrifice to the musclebound goddess. He closed his eyes as he saw her coming in and braced himself, biting down hard in preparation and hoping it might take some of the pain off.

It didn't.

"Oooooo!" The crowd recoiled as Hana's chop came down with all the subtlety of a lightning bolt, striking his chest and setting it aflame. It was Army's turn to back away this time, circling around and hopping from foot to foot while he scruched his poor pecs together. "Ah, that's brisk. That the best you got?" He pointed her way and chuckled with a pained laugh. "Let me show you how to do it right, big girl."

Army moved in again and put a little jump into this chop, banking on the momentum to give it a power boost as it crashed across her chest.

As Army hopped away, Hana raised her arms up into the arm, letting out a sort of mad roar towards him. The crowd responded with a roar of their own, getting swept up into the battle between the two titans, caught up in the competition between the man and the woman.

"Best I've got? Of course not," Hana answered back, bracing herself and sticking her own chest out again, arching her back towards Army. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you too much, now would I?" She offered him another grin, and clenched her teeth together, ready for his next strike.

"HHHNG!!!" She wasn't expecting him to come jumping towards her. That added a bit of unexpected pain to the blow. She reeled back again, staggering away from Army and clutching at her chest again. It burned. Her chest burned from where his hand cut against her skin, leaving a big red mark in it's wake. She turned fully away from Army, her breath starting to grow a bit ragged. The contest between them from starting to take it's toll on her, but she wasn't going to back down. Not yet, at least.

After a few more seconds of rest, she straightened up, and turned back towards Army. With a single nod of warning to him, she suddenly came charging right back in, the Amazon barreling back across the ring towards him. Up came her arm, Hana swinging it in a wide, sharp arc straight towards his chest, trying to put her full weight into the blow this time, trying to put as much strength as she could muster into it!

The crowd was clapping now as Hana fell back from his latest blow, and if he wasn't the one dishing out the pain and taking it, he might have even joined them. That last hit was so raw that it even hurt his own hand to deliver it, and he had to shake it out a bit to make the feeling return. Behind his back, of course.

This one took a little longer for her to recover from, though, and he couldn't let her get away without calling it out. "Starting to get to you? You need to take a little break, I won't get mad. I know how it is." He rolled his eyes. Cocky, yeah, but so was she. That was half the fun. "Well, not exactly how it is, but you-"

He saw her coming back in and had to rush to get his chest ready this time, assuming the position just in time to take his medicine. If the last strike had been lightning, this one was pure dynamite, exploding across his chest and sending him flying away. It wasn't simply the chop itself, but all the weight behind it. This one didn't just hurt him, it moved him, forced him to stumbled back, all the way back to the ropes. If he hadn't grabbed them at the last moment, he might've slid down to his knees.

The crowd was roaring now, some of them even on their feet. And this match had only just begun. "You..." Army took a few deep breathes as he gathered his spirit and leaned on the ropes. "You are something else, lady."

Army bounced off the ropes to give him some added momentum this time, and charged towards Hana the same way she'd come at him. His feet shook the ring with every step, his hair flew back, his arm came in and then struck out with the hardest, meanest, fastest chop his body could produce, looking to bring the hammer down on her chest so hard that the bar couldn't be raised any higher.

There were several unspoken rules that all wrestlers knew. Things that were hammered into them during their training, things that any wrestler worth their salt should know. Hana was lucky. Her family had made sure that she knew what she was doing, and that she was aware of such unspoken things.

Chief among them was this: there was no shame in backing down from a chopping contest, if you realized you were in trouble.

Hana, of course, realized this. She watched Army flying away as her chop slammed against him, and just like the last time she raised her arms up into the air, letting out a roar that the excited audience was more then happy to echo back towards her. This was good. Army looked as if that chop had nearly finished him, and the only thing that had saved him was the ropes.

But what wasn't good was the way he bounced off of said ropes, launching himself back towards Hana. He moved fast, too fast for Hana to be able to prepare herself to handle. Thinking quickly, her mind settled on another plan of action, and within seconds the Amazon was launching her own self back towards Army.

As she approached him, her arm flew up, thrusting out towards her side, turning as stiff as an iron bar. With a mighty yell, she swung it towards him, trying to take down Army with a giant clothesline before her could nail her with his chop.

This was it. This was the blow that would put her down. Hana had put up an amazing fight in the contest so far, and he'd remember her every time he tried to put on a shirt for at least a whole week. But he was on the charging side, now. He was coming at her like a runaway freight train, tearing down the tracks and obliterating everything in his path. And Hana? Well, she was just in the way.

The only problem was that Hana wasn't some bystander waiting to get run over. She was a freight train, too, and she wasn't standing still. She was coming towards him, a little bit faster and a little bit harder, with an outstretched arm that he saw far, far too late to do anything about. "Oh-"

Army had a terse grunt as the clothesline hit just about his chest and below his neck, slamming hard into the collarbone. His eyes widened and his legs flew up as he came crashing down onto his back with enough power to register on the Richter scale. He found himself laid out flat, staring up at the ceiling and swallowing a big gulp of spit, as Hana scored the first knockdown of the match and in the AFW. A good milestone, nice for her. Not even close to winning, but she was making a good step in the right direction, and he'd need to work that much harder to catch up.

"-fuck." After a moment passed, Army ground his teeth together and tried to sit up. He wasn't sure where Hana was at the moment, but he had a feeling he wouldn't have to wait long to figure out.

He wouldn't have to wait long at all, because Hana was right there, standing above him.

Hana had been trained well. She wasn't some fresh-faced rookie that was new to wrestling or anything like that. She knew that once you had the advantage, you needed to press it, needed to not let up the pressure. So, when Army sat up, she was already leaning down, reaching for Army's arm to 'help' him back up to his feet.

"Gotcha," she teased, her voice soft as she gripped his arm, and once she had him standing, she suddenly tried to swing him around, launching Army towards the ropes with an Irish whip.

Ah, there she was. Army was wondering why the arena seemed a little darker all the sudden, but it turned out to just be the shadow of a massive woman who was presently kicking his ass.

"Yeah, yeah..." Army spoke through a groan as she hauled him up, another completely new experience for him. "Love it while it lasts, lady."

Army said that, but at present he didn't have much of a plan on turning it around. That clothesline went all the way to his core, and while he could have recovered if she gave him enough time, she wasn't giving him enough time. The next thing he knew, he was sent off running to the ropes, heading back towards her much faster than he would have liked.