Makie Akamatsu vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Let's You and Him Fight, Part 2

That sucked. Man, did that suck. The one thing about wrestling over boxing, even the simplest moves could bite you in the ass. Makie had to drive that point home when he was getting up, making her little taunt.

He would've snapped back with a taunt of his own, but the pain me that difficult. So, instead, he settled for just kicking at her ankles while he was on the floor, trying to knock her down with him.

Makie huffed as she staggered to her feet, somehow making it upright before Army. That was good-- from here, she was in a perfect position to strike at him, and to keep control of this match--

Her train of thought was interrupted as Army's boot jabbed out, its rigid heel crashing against her ankle. She gave a sharp cry of pain as the blow sent her tumbling over, and, for the second time in a row, she was sent crashing onto her back and rolling over. She arched, gritting her teeth in pain, as she reached back to clutch her hurting ankle. "Nnnnaagh..."

It was good that Army managed to get Makie down with his little sneaking attack. It would've been better if he could've immediately moved to his feet to take advantage of it, but he could work with what was given to him.

He rolled her way after she got knocked flat and reached over, looking like he was going for the pin. Not the worst idea, but he had something better in mind - a chinlock. He reached out, trying encircle his arm around her throat for a good squeeze. He seriously doubted it would get a submission out of her, but if it helped slow her momentum, just a little, it would be more than worth the effort.

Makie breathed through clenched teeth as she clutched her hurting ankle, inwardly cursing as she tried to put some distance between herself and Army. Her opponent had gotten her good with that last hit, and she was worried it might affect her chances in this match: she had hoped to rely on her mobiity to defeat Army, but if she had a hurting ankle to deal with..

"Ufff..." She suddenly felt Army give her a shove, pushing her onto her front. Before she could react, she felt Army's arms snaking up around her throat, constricting tightly and wrenching her chin back. "Augh!" she cried as she was bent painfully, her good leg kicking at the mat as her arms pawed uselessly at Army's forearms.

Army was starting to see why John had such a tough time with Makie back in the day. It was just that she was a tough nut to crack - though that was a big part of it - but the way she had a knack for worming her way out of situations and turning them against you. He was honestly straight up surprised when he actually managed to catch her with the lock. Maybe he'd gotten lucky, but whatever the case, he'd gladly pounce on the opportunity. He didn't exepct another was coming anytime soon.

"Tap or nap." He gave Makie a healthy flex and pumped up the pressure. "Makes no difference to me, anytime you're ready."

"NNnugh.." Makie tried to grab at Army's fingers, to physically pry his hands loose...anything if it would stave off the sharp, grinding pain in her upper back and neck. With her free hand, she pushed upright off of the mat, trying to pull them closer to the ropes and/or stave off some of the pain from Army's submission hold.

"H..how bout...neither?" Makie asked. Seeing that Army was doing nothing to pin down her legs or lower body, she rotated it sideways, looking for a moment that she was trying to reach her legs out towards the bottom rope...that is, until she suddenly whipped them back, aiming to drive both knees, hard, into Army's exposed side!

And here came the fighting.

Army was expecting the fight from Makie, especially after she spent so much time telling her how awesome a fighter she was. This was a bit much, though. This was even more than a girl her size could ever physically be expected to be. "Nope, nope." Army wrenched the hold hard - maybe a little harder than even nescessary - trying to keep her from getting to the ropes. But she was getting to them. Hard to keep a girl this stubborn from doing anything she didn't want to do.

He'd resigned himself, was just about ready to let go, when Makie turned the tables and blasted him hard in the ribs. Army cried out and pushed her way away, then scooted away towards the corner. He grabbed the turnbuckle with one hand to pull himself up, while the other hand nursed his battered ribs. Grimacing and groaning all the way back to his feet.

The knee to the ribs did the trick, at long last. The pain on Makie's neck and upper back eased up as Army released her and rolled away. Flopping onto her front, Makie took several deep breaths, closing her eyes to shut out the pain. She hadn't expected Army to try a submission like that-- truth to be told, she had been so worried about his punches that that attack had taken her completely by surprise. She couldn't let him get the upper hand now, though. Come on, she urged herself, get up and fight! He dissed your family! Don't take that lying down!


Slowly but surely, Makie staggered to her feet, hearing her fans egging her on. As she got up to her knees, she saw Army propping himself up on the turnbuckle. Gritting her teeth, she launched herself forward, aiming to nail him with a spear before he could fully get up!

Army wasn't the smartest man walking. He didn't know much about a lot of things. But he did know fighting pretty damn well, and he knew that the longer he stayed off of his feet with a woman like Makie, the worse this fight was going to go for him. Both feet on the ground, soldier. Now.

He got up, sure enough, and he managed to get most of his breath back, but not enough of his senses to see the incoming Makie-missile heading straight towards him. She didn't have all that much weight to work with, but moving at the speed she was, with all the fearless determination she had behind it, she didn't really need it. It was more than enough force to sweep Army off of his feet.

He hit the floor with surprising impact, and he knew he couldn't stop there - Makie was the sort of girl who could dish out a lot of pain in a short time when she was on top. Army twisted around and tried to throw her off before she could capitalize, hopefully pushing her right out under the bottom rope and onto the floor. If things got out of the ring, he might be able to work it to his advantage...

As her boots pounded the mat, Makie lowered her body and slammed her whole weight against Army's midsection. She heard the Latino guy gasp loudly as her body collided with his, and felt him pulling her forward as he was blasted off his feet. She expected him to simply rebound against the ropes, for him to slump over and leave him open to the barrage of attacks she was hoping to unleash. What she didn't expect was for him-- and her-- to go flying through the ropes instead.

The two of them crashed down onto the ringside floor, with Makie landing in a pounced position on top of Army. Before Makie could capitalize, however, as Army twisted, throwing her off. Rolling, Makie spun to her feet and ran up to Army, and stomped hard on his back to "convince" him to stay down.