Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Haruko "Mileena" Akiyama

Mileena flew several feet before crashing to the mat with Army's head firmly in tow.  Upon landing, she rolled towards him, resting her crossed arms across his upper back with a smile and another laugh before he started moving.  She hopped to her feet and skipped around to the far side of him, seemingly ignoring the threat of the downed man for the moment.  Then, she turned her head towards him with yet another clear grin despite the mask.  "Was it good for you?" she asked with a giggle.

Army was slow to get up, and Mileena knew she was winning.  He may had looked tough and strong but that was all useless if she kept him on the defensive the whole time.  He was too slow to orchestrate a proper counter defensive...or really any one at all, and the pink-clad wrestler was surging with confidence and momentum.  All her little moves were wearing him down, but she needed stronger ones to keep him there.

As the man was nearly to his feet, the exuberant would-be-assassin leaped to the top turnbuckle and turned to face him while holding the corner for balance.  The crowd cheered with excitement at the imminent flying move, regardless of who they were actually cheering on.  Mileena, of course, just assumed they all were cheering for her.  As Army turned around, the masked woman launched herself at him in a high-flying crossbody.

Army was able to piece together quite a few things about Mileena, despite the fact that they'd only known each other for a brief time. She was fast. She was agile. She loved herself some Mortal Kombat. And, most importantly, she liked to talk and play. Really liked it.

"I've had better." He mumbled the words as he kept trying to get up, not exactly caring whether she could hear or not. It wasn't strictly true, anyway - he'd had some hard times againsts girls before, but he could never recall a time where one had gotten him down this quick, this fast. Not his best showing, by a long shot.

Army pushed up as the crowd cheered, giving Mileena props for the way she was handling things. This was the sort of thing he ran into a lot - because of his size, people tended to always cheer on the girl's he fought, even when they weren't exactly on the straight and narrow. And there were others reasons for them to be on her side, too, like the way she could do things that he just couldn't. Things like flying.

He found that out when he turned around and saw a Mileena-shaped missile heading straight for him from the turnbuckle. Army got up his hands to try and catch her, but she was coming to fast and hard and he just wasn't in a good position - he went tumbling down with her on top of him, crashing into the mat with surprising force.

The flying wrestler could see many light flashes in the audience out of the corners of her eyes as she soared.  Fans were taking pictures of her acrobatic stunts and she loved it.  Everyone in the arena had their eyes fixated on her.  Well, except for Army.  He only saw her at the last second, and her momentum crashed against him.  He tumbled backwards, and Mileena found herself laying atop him.

For a moment her thoughts drifted.  He wasn't exactly an average looking man.  Even with her wrestling background, she hadn't met many...exotic looking men before.  And now here was one, a looker at that, pinned underneath her.  Three muted laughs escaped her lips, and but then the want for action kicked in.

She spun on him so they were face to face and grabbed each one of his wrists.  His arms were strong, but it wasn't like she needed to hold him off for more than three seconds.  It wouldn't hurt to have a little help, though.  She pinned them to the mat out above his head as she aligned and pressed her whole body up against his in an attempt to both hold him down...and spring him up.  The temptress then leaned her face into his, forcibly yet tenderly kissing him through her thinly clothed mask.

"One!"

Getting dropped down by a girl Army could've bench-pressed was embarrassing enough by itself, but what came next didn't help matters. He expected Mileena to go for a pin. He didn't expect her to go for a pin like that.

The crowd broke out into a predictable chorus of lewd noises and kissy-kissy sounds as she pressed her lips against his, making for an intimate embrace even with the mask between them. In a way, it actually made things more heated - something about the kiss was weird, yet strangely erotic, like being unable to touch her skin made him want to touch it even more. For an instant, a brief flash, he was swept up in the moment, and he almost started to kiss her back.

"2...!"

The referee's count dragged him back to reality just in time, and he immediately jerked his entire body to fling her off and break the pin. Army sat up and wiped his mouth, even though they hadn't traded a drop of saliva - if Amy was watching this, she'd appreciate the gesture. He hoped.

"Watch the lips, Mil." He shook his head and threw a quick glare her way. "Spoken for. This ain't that kind of match."

The seductress suddenly found herself enjoying the kiss way too much. She could feel his lips trying to kiss her back, and she suddenly forgot she was even trying to pin Army in the first place. A sensual moan escaped her lips right before the man tensed up and launched her off. Just a two count.

Mileena landed a couple feet away from him on all fours. She leaned up and back on her knees with her hands in her lap. "It's always that kind of match," she said while tilting her head. "And your mouth may say you're spoken for..." She brought her hands up the side of her body. "But you're body doesn't." She had felt the enjoyment in his tongue, and now wanted to repay it in kindness. Later, at least.

"Mileena wins," she whispered with a laugh. As Army got up, Mileena rolled backwards to her feet and shifted her arms into a fighting stance. "Round 2...Fight!" she shouted at him and beckoned him to come to her.

Army rubbed his neck as he got back up, still sore from her little cartwheel leg drop of death. He winced, trying to shake off the thoughts that stemmed from her litle moan - headgames, that's all she was playing. Messing with his head, and doing a good job of it so far, but it would only get her so far. After that, it would just get her knocked down.

"Yeah, well, my body doesn't get to choose all that much." He stood up straight and moved back into his own fighting stance. Fists up, nice and tight, bouncing on his heels, swaying from side to side.

His face was focused, more serious now, but he couldn't help but smirk a little at the display. Despite the games, it was nice to fight someone with a little flair to them. Made him feel like he was right in the middle of a videogame. He just had to keep reality - and his girlfriend - close in mind, that was all.

"Okay..." Army dashed forward with his gaurd tight, moving left, juking right, trying to throw her off as he approached. He waited until the last second and opened up, bringing his arm out and to the side to try and hit her with a clothesline to the chest.

The pink clad temptress was interested in just what the Puerto Rican was capable of. His appearance and stance screamed boxer, but she didn't believe he was quick enough to actually land a blow. Or for that matter, punch her in the face. After their little heartfelt moment shortly before, she doubted Army was capable of hitting her in any way that would cause real harm.

Mileena backed up slightly as Army moved in. Her arms were up near her body and face, protecting herself in a mock-boxing stance. He was quicker than she originally gave him credit for, but she imagined not quick enough to actually slip past her defenses. Maybe not, but she was only looking for a jab, or more unlikely a haymaker of sorts. She didn't expect to see an entire arm come barreling towards her. She tried to duck but was too slow. The would be assassin was knocked to the mat, crossing her arms over her chest.

That was not a boxing move she had ever seen before. The woman took a breath in, trying to regain her composure. She rolled to her side, hoping to find her knees and get up before Army could follow up the attack.

The clothesline was a bit of a gamble - it was an awkward move to come out of the boxing stance with, and if Mileena managed to telegraph it, she'd have a golden opportunity to go crazy again. Not to mention that it involved stepping out of his comfort zone - he'd expanded his wrestling repetoire, but there was just no erasing his boxing roots.

The little trick wouldn't work on her twice, but it worked this time, and that was more than enough. Army landed the first real blow on Mileena since the match began, and it was supremely satisfying to watch her go down. "My turn."

Instead of wating for her to get up, Army decided it was his best bet to press the advantage and use a few moves he'd been working - namely, suplexes.

"Get over here." He reached forward and grabbed her head, pulling her up to her feet, only to quickly yank her under his arm for a tight headlock. That was step one, and step two would come soon enough, but for now he just wanted to keep her secure and exert pressure. Some payback for the scissorhold from before.

Mileena had managed to regain her breath after Army's little trickery.  She couldn't remember seeing Ali clothesline Frazier in any of their three fights...but then again she'd never actually seen them.  Maybe Army wasn't as orthodox as she had been led to believe from his previous matches.  It was too bad she was realizing that only after she had been taken down by him.

The man pulled Mileena up and into a headlock.  The strength difference between the two suddenly showed as her head was squeezed tightly by Army's powerful arms.  She groaned, trapped in his powerful arms.  If he was lighter, she might have attempted a back body drop reversal.  It may had been possible for stronger women of her size, but not her.

Mileena's struggled wasn't unnoticed by the referee.  She opened her eyes and saw the referee in front of her asking if she gave up.  She would've said no if she could, but it wasn't a wasted effort.  If the referee was in front, then she wasn't in the back.  The pink clad woman reached up to Army's lower back and clawed her nails across it, not afraid to dig up some blood if she had to.

Army snapped the headlock in and held it tight, squeezed hard. Maybe a little harder than absolutely necessary, but Mileena was a special sort of girl. She was slippery. Slippery meant he had to put a little more pressure in his grip than usual. Slippery meant that he had go a little harder, a little faster, or she'd make him pay for it in the worst ways.

It was tempting to just try and squeeze her into dreamland and be done with it, and Army was almost down with that plan - until she started clawing away at his back with those tiny little daggers on her fingers. Nothing she was going to defeat him with in a billion years, but he didn't relish the thought of having lasting scars over this. Not for her.

"Up." Army grunted, biting back through the pain, as he reahed forward with his spare hand and got a hold of her tights near the bottom. Not the most convenient handhold, but it would do for what he had in mind.

Army suddenly lifted her up and held her straight in the air, suspending her above his head. He kept her there for a moment - just a moment - before he fell backwards and tried to slam her down with a vertical suplex, sending her careening towards the mat with his weight behind the attack. [color=#ff0000]"Down!"[/colo]