Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Haruko "Mileena" Akiyama

The world flipped around Mileena as she soared through the air yet again.  She could hear the crowd cheering with excitement.  The lights, the sounds, everyone was watching her.  This was her moment to shine, her chance at glory.  It was awesome.

She collided across Army's chest with her abdomen, causing the man to recoil up and to the side.  He may had taken it worse, but it still hurt her as well.  It was always an issue when using ones body as a projectile.  Newton's laws or something.  She bounced off him on impact and to the side, not groaning but still gasping on her knees.  She saw the man roll to the side and she grinned.  He was back on the ground where she wanted him, where he should stay.

The pink clad girl laughed once and stood straight up.  She stepped over Army, her feet at his sides, looking down at him.  She reached above her head...and then her hands came slowly down her sides.  "This is how you dance~" she said to him seductively as she seemingly gave him a show.  Her hands pulled through her hair, along her face and chin, down her chest and side, and along her hips.  As they got to her hips, though her body language suddenly changed.  The woman suddenly dropped down, her knees tightly at the sides of his abdomen, and she rained alternating punches down at his face.  "THIS is how you box!" she shouted at him, although...it wasn't an entirely accurate comeback.

And for the second time in this match, Army was on the floor with the merciless Mileena above him. If the last instance was anything to go by, it was going to be an unpleasant time before he got control again.

Physically unpleasant, anyway. As he rolled over on his back and looked up with widened eyes, he couldn't lie - he enjoyed the view. Having a girlfriend didn't make him blind, and Mileena was going to a lot of effort to show off her body above him. Accentuating all of her dangerous curves, rubbing down her smooth, supple body, all the way to those tight, slender hips...

Army was extremely glad that his pants were so baggy.

He didn't have to 'endure' the show for too long, though, as it came to an abrupt and painful end. One moment she was up, swaying about like there should've been a pole behind her, the next moment she was down, crashing on his stomach, raining blow after blow across his face.

"No-" He took a right cross on the chin. "-it's-" A hard left, right on the eye. "-not!" Another right, this time in the jaw.

Army's arm came up to block the brutal assault as best as he could, but it wasn't the force of her blows that was such a problem, but the speed. She delivered them at a staccatto pace, and it was hard for him to keep up, especially with only one arm to use for defense. More got through his guard than he would've liked, and it was doing a good job of whittling away at what little protection he had, epecially from this position.

The pink clad warrior flurried blow after blow down at the experienced boxer. He may had been tough, but he was far from invincible. She had the edge here now. He was straddled and taking punches left and right. His strong arms were able to deflect and block many of her strikes, but he seemed completely overwhelmed by her attack. "What's the matter? Can't handle a woman mounting you?"

But as successful as the attack was, Mileena couldn't keep up the attack forever. Her arms were tiring and she knew the attack wasn't sustainable. Eventually, she slowed, and the woman thought of another way to make sure the boxer wouldn't be able to make a comeback.

She grabbed hold of the arm he had hurt on the failed spear attempt and fell to the side in an armbar! The woman's legs were planted across his chest to give her leverage. Both her hands were gripped tightly on his wrist as she attempted to torque and wrench away at it. A boxer without his arm wasn't a boxer. Even if it was a strong...sculpted...sexy arm.

Army was supremely glad that Mileena wasn't a bigger woman. A bigger woman would have broken bones instead of bruising when she bashed his face again and again. A bigger woman would've wrecked him up and left him bloody. A bigger woman would not have looked nearly so damn good in that outfit.

As it was, he still had to take more than a few lumps, and he knows there'd be a few extra knots on his skull in the morning. Mileena threw her blows well, but she couldn't do it forever. She had limits, but she was reaching them quick, and Army thought he saw his chance.

He was wrong. As soon as he started to sit up, she was in him again, and this time with something way more substantial. An armbar, locked in with impressive skill, working away at the same arm he'd nearly wrecked earlier, exacerbating the agony. All Army could do was thrash around and vainly push at her legs, while he tried to get one of his feet on the ropes.

Although she really couldn't see it, Mileena could feel the struggle in Army below her.  There really wasn't much he could do from their positions.  Sure he could try to lash out at her legs, but she had all the leverage in the world to injure and break his arm.  He was flailing around in pain and she knew he wasn't going to last much longer.  She laughed as he struggled.  Victory was near.

"Break!" the referee suddenly shouted at her.  She looked up in disbelief.  Why? she thought to herself.  "Rope break, break the hold!" the referee clarified as if reading Mileena's mind.  Shit.  Somehow, Army had managed to reach the ropes with his leg.  She hadn't considered that was a possibility.

No matter, she imagined the damage had been done and the boxer wasn't going to be able to stage much of an offense anymore.  The temptress released the arm and rolled backwards to her feet once more.  She stepped over the man wearing a sadistic smile hidden behind her mask.  "Hang in there~" she whispered down to him.  "You'll be mine soon enough."

Mileena then ran to the ropes on the far side and ricohet off them.  This time, she did a cartwheel one way then the other, until reaching Army where she stopped facing away.  She finished the acrobatic maneuver with a moonsault.

Thank God for the ropes. Army didn't quite understand the reasoning behind the rule, couldn't think of any real reason why touching them meant you got to break any hold you were in, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. They were his Get-Out-Of-Hold-Free card.

It took her a while to do it, but MIleena finally let go, releasing his tortured arm from her deadly grasp. A good thing. A great thing. Army had been seriously considering tapping out, and if he hadn't, there might've been a dislocation in the future.  

But, pain or no pain, he still had to endure her taunts. This was a girl who loved to talk, and a year ago he might've had quite a bit more to say to her. "Yeah, lady." Army groaned and flopped over on his back while he  tried to rub some feeling back into his arm. "You just keep dreaming that little dream."

Army saw her coming back out of the corner of his eye, flipping about through her tumbling routine. While he couldn't know exactly what she was about to do, he did know he wouldn't want to be in the way of. He waited until the last second, right before she went airborne, then tried to roll away as fast as his bulky body could manage.

The pink clad woman had quite some momentum despite her Olympic style of moving.  It was impressive, if not a little unnecessary at times.  But of course the downside was that opponent's generally could see you coming.  It was really meant to mock them, but as Mileena found out it was really only for situations where you knew they wouldn't be able to get up.

Mileena flipped through the air and saw Army out of the corner of her eye...which meant he wasn't below her as she was expecting.  "Oh-" she barely said before pulling in her limbs and landing on the mat with a thud.  Most of the impact was spread to her padded knees and elbows, but it was still a frustrating and painful landing.

She growled as she looked up at Army from her knees, her hands on her hips.  "What's the matter?  Don't like the idea of a woman on you?" she asked in what could only have been described as a whine.  She didn't really appreciate looking like an idiot just then. With another growl she pushed herself to her feet and closed back on the man.  When she got close, she rather suddenly burst towards him and leaped into the air, sending a superman punch his way!

Okay, so Army was busted up pretty bad, his head was pounding, one of his arms - his best arm - had been a useless appendage filled with pain, and Mileena firmly had control of the fight. But, on the upside, he got to watch her take a flat moonsault on the canvas when no one was homg. That was satisfying. And funny. He had a quick chuckle. "Women? Yeah. Girls playing dress up? No."

That was all he had the time for, though. He managed to get back up to his feet, grabbing the rope for support, and no sooner had he gotten back up than she was on him again. Starting up her offense. Relentless and crazy. He got his fist up on reflex, prepared a defense, but blocking with one arm wasn't any good. Not for what she had in mind.

Her Superman Punch whizzed past his hastily raised arm and crashed against the side of his face, jerking his head back and making him stagger. He managed to keep his footing, but most of that had to do with the ropes catching him when he started to fall back, keeping him upright. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

The smug response only made the temptress even madder. She was starting to feel like her attempt to distract him was in vain. How could he be resisting her so easily? He must have had some smoking hot girl at home. Not as hot as her, of course, but you know...hot. Oh well, it was his loss. He didn't have to want her, she could still get what she wanted from him regardless.

Her punch connected with his face in a loud smack. Mileena instantly knew her attack had hurt him, both from the way he stumbled back...but also from the pain in her right fist. Her hand must not had been fully clenched because her fingers were shaking from the hit. She grinned with resolve, knowing she literally had Army on the ropes.

But he wasn't defeated, not yet. Mileena burst at him once more, this time launching her body into him in an attempt to tackle him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. She'd go tumbling out too, but that seemed like a small price to pay to get him out of the ring where she was even more at home.

The Superman Punch, a muy thai move. Army had seen it before - Amy used it a few times when they sparred. Her finisher, though she doubted Mileena had even known that before using it. Then again, she did seem to be a complete loon, so he couldn't be sure.

Regardless, even if she wasn't messing with his mind, Mileena was definitely messing with his head. Her punch cracked him hard on the skull and seemed to reverberate all the way through it, rattling his brain. If the ropes had been a little lower, he might've just toppled out over them.

Unfortunately, she had that covered, too. Army shook his head, looked up, and saw the crazed cosplayer coming straight at him. Not with a punch, not with a kick, not with some weird-ass cartwheel flip. She just collided with him at full speed, and the resulting impact was enough to send Army flopping over the ropes, tumbling towards the outside. She was going over, too, but knowing her, he seriously doubted she saw that as a problem.

His shoulder hit the apron on the way down for a lot of added pain, crashing hard against his bruised shoulder, before he came down for a harsh landing right on his back. He let out a long groan and his eyes winced shut as he started to roll over to his chest. Making an effort to stand again. "God, you suck."