Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Haruko "Mileena" Akiyama

The whipping back motion was good at creating momentum to hurt her opponent...but she still ended up landing on her back. On impact, he groaned in pain which was satisfying to the woman, but at the same time the move hurt her as well. She sat up after landing, groaned, and held her back. On the plus side, Army was down so she had a short moment to breathe. But as much as she wanted to, there wasn't any real time to rest. She had to keep up the pressure and keep him against the ropes.

Struggling to her feet, Mileena looked around as if trying to get ideas how to slam him without actually slamming herself. She saw the corner first and instantly realized what she could do next. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and hauled him up to his feet. "Time to fly, big boy~ she muttered seductively into his ear as she positioned him for an Irish whip.

The woman crouched down for a lower center of gravity and then pulled as hard as she could on his wrist to throw him into the corner turnbuckle. She threw so much of her own weight into the move that she fell forward onto the mat after releasing his wrist.

Army just needed a moment to breath.

Mileena's strategy was obvious, but that didn't make it any less effective. She was falling back on the same tactics that had given her a great start at the onset of the match - overwhelming him, taxing his body, forcing it to work overtime just to keep up. A blitzkreig strategy, and it was working.

He groaned as he was yanked to his feet by his hair once again, stumbling along the way. To Mileena's credit, she didn't just manage to get him standing, which was a feat by itself - no, she took hold, twisted him around and sent him off running, and she did it much harder than Army would've thought she could.

He spun around at the last second before he hit the turnbuckle and crashed into it with his back, and the only thing that kept him from fallling flat on his ass were his arms drapped over the ropes. Slumping and sluggish, with his body wide open to whatever little devious thing the temptress had planned. "That-" Army tried to taunt back, but it was cut off by an involuntary groan. "That as hard as you can go?"

The smaller woman caught herself with her hands on the mat.  It may had made her look a little ungraceful to throw her whole body into the move, but it's results were more than worth it.  Army was slumped against the corner, trying but failing to sound tough.  Nevertheless, it was a challenge she wanted to shove down his throat and make him pay for his own words.  She could hit harder, and she was going to show him just that.

Despite the pain in her back, Mileena let down and then pushed up with her arms while pulling her feet inward in a semi-acrobatic jump to her feet.  She straightened up and tilted her head.  Then, slowly, her hands drifted up to her head, one grabbing her chin and the other the top of her head.  She suddenly jerked her chin sideways and it made a rather loud cracking noise.  She then shifted her head back to normal and smirked widely.

The pink clad assassin sprinted towards Army.  Instead of her normal flippy, cartwheely, flying thing, Mileena just charged straight at him.  At the last second, her head dropped and she attempted to spear the boxer into the corner.  It wasn't her normal routine, but it would probably hurt far more than her normal thing anyhow.

Army expected Mileena to say something back in return, keeping up the way they'd been verbally sparing throughout the match. Instead, what he got was a weird crack of her neck and a smile that was so big he could see her mask shifting because of it. She wasn't just winning, she was doing it in style, and he knew the movement well enough to guess what it meant for him. She had him in the corner, and he wouldn't be getting out of it any time soon.

Then, she moved. It happened so fast that Army almost jumped from the sight of it. One second, he was just starting at her while she posed, trying hard to think as purely as possible. Then he blinked, opened his eyes, and she was barreling towards him like a homing missile flying in for its death run.

Army opened his mouth to curse and tried to move out of the way, but he didn't have enough to time to do either of them. She crashed inot his stomach with a fierce spear, the same move he'd tried to tag her with earlier, and the effects were every bit as devastating as he'd imagined they would be on her. At the start of the fight, he might've been able to take it a little better, kept on his feet. But now his body was tired, his strength was waning, and everything felt so heavy.

He groaned, slumped back from the impact, and slid down the turnbuckle, dropping right on his ass into a seated position. One arm covered his stomach for a weak protection, while the other reached up and feebly pulled on the top rope, as if he had a chance of getting back to his feet that way. "Come on, come on..."

Of all the things Mileena had hurt, her shoulder was not one of them. She struck him right in the middle of his abdomen though she honestly wouldn't have been able to tell. His whole body was muscular and hard, it wasn't like he had any soft spots. He slid down to the mat after the blow, though, which was evidence enough for her. The way he struggled in the corner made her realize she really did have him where she wanted him. He was in trouble, and she knew a thing or two about being trouble.

The woman leaned down somewhat awkwardly and caressed his face while he was weak and helpless. She pressed her masked lips against his sweaty cheek and kissed him once. She pulled away, still gently holding his jaw with her hand, and smiled warmly. "Do me a favor..." she whispered to him.

Then she laughed and shoved her heel against his neck. She gripped onto the third rope for leverage and pushed her foot as hard as she could straight and down to choke Army as much as she could. "And squirm for me," she demanded with another wide grin. As before, she was enjoying this action way too much.

The referee was already counting up, threatening to disqualify Mileena if she kept up the illegal hold. At least at that second she didn't care, and kept her vicious grip on his neck.

There was something strange and alien about her masked lips against his cheeks and the way her hands caressed his face. It was arousing, there was no hiding that, but there was more to it, an unspeakable quality. For a moment, it didn't feel like he was fighting some girl dressed up like Mileena, but the actual character herself. Like she was so wrapped up in the role that every movement she made was invested into it, like she really believed she was who she dressed like. It was highly impressive and deeply disturbing at the same time, and when her hand grazed along his jaw in a subtle and sensuous caress, he shivered as if a cold breeze came over him. Probably the exact reaction she was going for, too.

As usual with MIleena, though, pleasure was followed by extreme pain. Army watched with dread as her boot came up, then his eyes closed shut tight when her heel jabbed into his windpipe. The arms that had been pulling at the ropes and protecting his stomach moved away and focused on the more important task of getting some oxygen in his lungs, as his hands wrapped around her ankle and desperately tried to push her away.

It didn't work. Maybe he managed to alleviate a little pressure, but she had too much weight and leverage. He obeyed her completely against his will as his body jerked and jumped around in a manic dance, desperately trying to find some sort of give and coming up empty every time.

"-fuck off me!" Spittle came out of his lips, along with gutteral growls. "Get off!"

Mileena jerked and stumbled along with Army, always trying to keep her heel firmly and forcefully pressed against his neck. She giggled lowly as she squirmed around, trying desperately to get air. If she had the choice, she would have kept it up until he passed out or otherwise couldn't fight back. But then again, that was precisely why the hold wasn't actually allowed in the first place.

"Four!" the referee shouted and finally she released him.

Army's struggling, gasping state made the temptress smirk. He was hers now, and she had every intention of making him suffer for the injustices earlier. "I'm sorry. Can you breathe?" she asked with concern while leaning close. Her gloves hands once more caressed his face on opposite sides. "I asked...can you breathe?" she yelled and suddenly shifted her hands to his throat and pulled up.

Mileena wasn't as strong by comparison, but there was something about blocking someone's windpipe that transcended all shapes and sizes. She bent her legs and lifted as much as she could, keeping him pressed back against the corner. "How does it feel to be choked like this?" she taunted with a grin, one of her legs leaning back for more balance and leverage.

Army knew Mileena would milk the hold until the last second, but she actually went a little farther than that -  she cut it down to the last nanosecond. That's what it felt like, at any rate. For a second, he thought he might get lucky and win by DQ. Not ideal, but in a match like this? Gladly take it.

No such luck. She let go and Army spent the next few seconds coughing and hacking and wheezing up a storm, taking in as much air as he could. It was a good thing, too, because Mileena only waited for as long as it took her to taunt and play her mind games. When that was done, she came right back at him.

Her slender, dexterous fingers grasped his neck, throttled him, and he immediately started standing up, trying to relieve the pressure in any way he could. He wound up bending backwards over the turnbuckle as his hands grasped her wrists, squeezing them and trying to fight against her leverage.

It was strangely satisfying to choke the man who was choking her not too long before. In any other circumstance...she wouldn't have minded it so much. But not here, not where it made her look flimsy and weak. That wouldn't do. He squirmed and tried his best to fend her off, but all that did increase her own resolve. Her mouth was open, and it would have showed a full line of gritting teeth had her mask not concealed it.

"Three! Four!" the referee shouted in warning before Mileena finally released the man's neck. She scowled at the ref girl for making her stop. Then she looked back at the tired, beaten man and went back to smiling. It was time, she knew, to initiate the beginning of the end. He deserved a little more punishment, but at least for now her bloodlust was sated.

Mileena leaned in forward, putting her cheek up against his. "I think it's high time I finished you..." she whispered quietly into his ear before kissing him on the cheek again. She then tucked her head underneath his arm and grabbed his thighs. She groaned as she hauled him up so he sat on the top turnbuckle. As she put him there, she looked off to the side and sighed in exhaustion, forgetting just how hurt her back was. She shook it off, telling herself it was almost over anyways.

Her little fanbase cheered as she climbed to the top rope as well, balancing her legs to the left and right perilously. She then leaped up, wrapped her thighs tightly around his head and fell backwards. The momentum hurled him off the top rope and to the mat below. It was her Femme Fatale Frankensteiner!

Once again, the referee's count got him a moment of mercy and made him glad that this wasn't a hardcore match. He could tell from the look in her eyes what she would have done if she could get away with. Choke him and choke him and choke him until he turned blue in the face, and then maybe she'd stop. And she'd laugh all the way, too.

His skin crawled when Mileena rubbed her cheek against his in a mockery of a loving gesture, the exact opposite reaction he wanted to have. And that wasn't the worst of it. Army could tell she was strong for her size, that was clear from the moment he saw her. It wasn't like her body was well-covered, and what he could see showed toned, sculpted muscle, the kind that only came from years in the gym and on her feet. But he wouldn't have wagered on her being strong enough to get him to the top of the turnbuckle. So when she actually did it, needless to say, he was surprised.

It wasn't a dead lift and he had his back braced against the turnbuckle. That took away some of the weight, but it was still an impressive feat, and he could hear some of the crowd clapping over it. He might've shared in the sentiment if he hadn't t been so busy worrying about what she'd do and how much it would hurt.

The answers were simple: a weird move that reminded him of a hurricanrana and it stung like fucking hell.

Army went flying through the air as she flipped with nothing but her powerful legs and her skillful movements. The move brought him up then dropped him right down - where a hurricanrana would've sent him rolling, this thing made him crash right on the top of his skull. Army flopped to the mat with his arms spread out and a mask of pure pain covering his face, and his brain struggled to process the rush.