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

"I plan on it. It's probably going to last a while," Hana was quick to quip back at Army as she hauled him up to his feet. She then sent him flying, and braced herself, waiting for his return. She planned on softening him up a bit more before she went for anything bigger, anything flashier, and she knew plenty of ways to soften someone up.

She waited for just the right moment, and then, when Army drew near again, her leg suddenly came shooting upwards, her foot aimed squarely at Army, the Amazon intent on knocking him back down with a big boot attack.

None of Army's other opponent had ever given Army the Irish Whip before. Then again, none of his other opponents had even been in his weight class. Not too surprising, really.

Army tried to put on the breaks as he went running back towards her, knowing that, whatever she had waiting for him at the end, it was going to hurt in a massive way. But there was just too much momentum behind it, too much bounce on the ropes, and he couldn't slow himself down nearly fast enough to avoid the size 14 boot that was going for his chest.

For the second time in under a minute, Army was dropped to his back, and the crowd's response was wild. This time he hit with enough force to keep him down for a little while, though that wasn't the only reason he was saying there.

"Army, come on!" Carmen called to him from under the bottom rope. "Back to basics, man. Our basics."

He wished she'd say it in a way that didn't make him sound like a third grader, but he got the general gist and nodded. Hana was too strong to overpower and too skilled to outwrestle. But he was willing to bet there was at least one area he could edge her out with. He just had to wait for the chance to apply it.

When Army went down, and Carmen cried out, Hana turned her head in the Latina's direction, flashing her a grin and calling out to her. "Go easy on him. I don't think he was expecting to deal with someone like me tonight!"

She turned her attention back towards Army, and focused again, her face growing more serious. While she was feeling good about the match so far, she knew better then to lower her guard or get too cocky. No point in risking the chance of Army catching her by surprise and flipping the tables back around on her.

She took a step towards Army and reached down again, to pull him back up to his feet for a second time. This time, though, she stayed close to him, one of her hands reaching for his shoulder while the other arm went low, slipping in-between his legs.

"Better brace yourself," she whispered to him, before suddenly gripping him tight, her powerful muscles of her body flexing as she began to lift him off of his feet. She raised him into the air, and then with a shout dropped forward, trying to slam Army into the mat with a simple power slam, her own body dropping down onto his afterwards.

Hana was right about that much, Army hadn't seen her coming at all. Hell, who would? He could only imagine what the next guy would think when he felt the impact tremors and saw this Amazon coming down the ramp. You think you've got the weight advantage against all your opponents, then life turns out to be a little bit more complex than  you'd ever dreamed.

Army was comtemplating that and the ceiling lights when she reached down and dragged him back to his feet once more. He expected her to send him flying off again, but this time she had something else in mind, something more powerful. She reached down and Army raised an eyebrow at her advise, but it all became clear when his feet left the ground and he experienced something he hadn't felt since he hit puberty: he was being lifted.

Army braced himself. It helped. Didn't work any miracles, but it did help. Some.

The Tension ring was blasted with a slam the likes of which it hadn't felt in years, as Hana drove Army down and brought over 400 pounds of force into it. The crash echoed, the ropes shook, and Army could have sworn the floor cracked underneath his back, though there was so much pain it was hard to really tell. He made a mental note to go back and check when this was all over, and he found himself looking at the roof for the third time.

"Dios..." It was the only word he could squeeze out as his face contorted and his body tried to deal with a type of pain he never knew existed, writhing underneath her body.

If the crowd had went wild before, they were going positively insane now, as Hana slammed down Army, coming to rest atop of him. She had to admit to herself: she loved the feeling. Sure, she had plenty of fans back home, and got plenty of cheers and applause, but this? This was different. This was the AFW. The audience here was enormous, and their sound was loud, thundering, booming. It was completely different from anything Hana had every experienced before, and she was loving it.

She rested atop of Army for a few seconds, then rolled onto her side, grabbing one of his legs. Her arms slipped around it, pulling it upwards, holding it tight, as she began to pin him, wondering if she could steal an easy win here. The referee was right on point, quickly dropping down near the two giants, slamming her hand into the mat to begin the count.

"One...!"

Hana didn't immediately go for the cover, and for that Army was eternally grateful. He needed a few seconds to get his bearings back and make the world stop spinning. He would have like to have a few minutes, but beggers didn't get to chose.

Sure enough, Hana pulled his legs up and got him in a solid pin. The referee slid in, and everyone who wasn't holding their breaths started counting along with her.

"Two...!"

Some people started to clap before the third count, thinking she'd scored a win for the record books, but Army was happy to disappoint. The referee's arm rose but it didn't come back down, as Army shot his hand and shoulder up to break the count. "Come on, now," He chuckled as he laid back down and threw Hana a quick wink. "Really thought it'd be that easy?"

Hana sighed as Army broke her pin, and started to rise up to her knees, looking down at him with a sheepish grin. "Couldn't blame me for trying, right?" she asked, raising up her shoulders with a gentle shrug.

She reached for his arm again, and then started to climb back up to her feet, giving Army a tug to help him back up as well. "Come on. Get back up then. On your feet, before your sister starts yelling at you again."

Army breathed in deep as Hana got off his chest, leaving him with a deep and abiding respect for all the women he'd slammed around in his wrestling career. Oh, he'd still smash them flat on the mat if they gave him half a chance, but there'd be more sympathy in the future.

He echoed her sigh as she looked down on him with that sweet smile of hers, looking cute despite the hulking frame it was attached to."Don't blame you, no. And Carmen?" Army went along with her again as she started to lift, but this time he didn't merely go with the flow. He popped up the rest of the way, surged to solid feet faster than she was going for, and threw a jab to the middle of her face - quick, crisp, clean. "Let her yell."

Hana was popped right in the center of the face as Army rose up, and with a gasp of surprised she took a stumbling step backwards, her expression shifting to one of surprise, and of shock.

That was certainly unexpected. She wasn't expecting the quick, sudden blow from him, from out of nowhere like that. She couldn't hold it against him though, not considering how much she had put him through so far.

She shook her head, reaching up to rub her nose, then looked back to Army. "Heh...nice shot," she muttered at him, before coming back in his way. She lunged towards him, back into his direction, raising her arms up as if to grab him as she drew closer to the muscular man.

Oh, yeah. Army's feet began to move around the canvas, right after the jab landed. He was a little sluggish after being slammed around so much, but he could still manage some decent footwork. Bouncing side to side, bringing his arms up in an orthodox stance, his fists gripped tight and his eyes focused. It was time Hana Fujioka met the classic Armando Rodriguez.

"Plenty more where that came from." He moved back as she came in, letting her advance a few feet before she took the lunge. Army timed it right and launched in as she came at him, throwing another blow in her face and another one after that, rapid fire. He tried to tag her with one on the chest, then he slid back out of her range.

Moving. Bouncing. Dancing. Smiling. "Like those."