Rebecca Tomko vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Unstoppable Force

Army knew he shouldn't be getting so confident, but damn - few things could make him feel more sure of himself than putting Rebecca Fucking Tomko on the ropes, even if it was for just a moment. Carmen had been all worried, but this match looked good for him - he was strong enough to hurt her, and fast enough to outpace her. As long as he avoided the war machines she called her arms, things would be okay.

"Sorry, can't wait. Got no patience." Army let her get a few feet out of the corner before he pushed the mouth guard deeper into his jaw and moved back in, juking left and right as he neared her. Her ribs were a good target - easier for him to access with the size difference, harder for her to block, and she was already feeling the pain there. Army dipped low as he made his way into Rebecca's range, then rose up and came at her with a left uppercut, going for one of the sweet spots he'd just hammered a few seconds ago.

Rebecca's staggers didn't last long as she re-found her footing, but she continued forward regardless as Army ducked and weave, the amazon picking up significant speed as she lumbered forward. She was never really considered to be fast by anyone but in a straight line she could get up to a decent run, and with all that weight behind her it was going to suck for whoever got in the way of the runaway train, namely Army. 

The amazon wasn't planning on anything fancy, not with how sore she was off the initial exchange, but as Army tried to get an angle for a punch, she was getting rapidly closer. Sucking in and tightening her abs just in case she didn't get the timing down right and ate a massive shot for her efforts, Rebecca swung her arms out to her side as she attempted to simply body check the boxer. Hoping to bowl him over.

Something was wrong, here,

As Army moved in for the kill, he noticed how closed Rebecca was. Too close. Much closer than he exepcted her to be, much sooner than he thought possible. All of the sudden, he was much, much, deeper in her range than he was comfortable with, and his uppercut wound up whiffing off her sides, doing only a fraction of the damage he was going for.

But that wasn't the worst part - Rebecca didn't stop coming. She just crashed into Army, threw her full weight into him, and him ducking low at the time wasn't going to help the situation.

He was knocked hard on his ass, and he started backpeddling the moment his feet were able, scooting away from her and trying to get his feet. knowing that this was the last position he wanted to be in with an Amazon like this. "Shit, shit-"

Bam! The 8:39 train to ass-kicking city center had arrived, and plowed through Army Rodriguez on the way into the station. That impact had stung Rebecca but it did the job: whatever punch Army had locked and loaded for just grazed past the amazon's aching ribs instead of hitting them flush, and the collision with what was probably between the side of his head and her large breasts toppled the boxer. He might have had her on the ropes during the initial exchange but she had him down on the mat. Even with the room to try and escape it still wasn't a good situation to be in for the Puerto Rican. 

"Get back here!" The giantess demanded, lumbering to try and follow where army was going after the collision and put a stop to it, trying to get back up to speed to put her boot squarely on Army's chest, trying to make him flat on the mat

Things had gone to shit in hurry. Ridiculously fast.

There were a few smartasses in the audience laughing as he backpeddled, but Army didn't pay them much mind. The largest woman the AFW had to offer was bearing down on him. If they were in the ring, they'd be doing the same thing, and they'd have been doing it from the start.

Army started to get up, knowing that he'd need to get to his feet before he could even think about bringing the fight back to her. A boot in the chest stopped that effort cold, though, squashing him into the mat, and he found it very hard to move - or do much of anything, really - with over 200 pounds crushing his chest. The best he coud do was push at her ankle, trying to roll to the side and throw her off.

Rebecca pressed down hard on top of Army as her boot smashed into his chest, pinning him to the ground for a brief moment before she was pushed off to one side, not even giving the referee time to move into position to count a pin before breaking apart. Now this, this was a much better situation to be in, Army flat on the mat and the big amazon was still vertical and about to get right back on top of things. Moving to Army's side, Rebecca pulled up her arm and fell sideways, looking to once again squish the big boxer, this time with an elbow drop instead of a stomp.

"Get up!" A random girl in the audience called out to Army. "You need to get up!"

"No fucking shit!" He called back.

Army managed to get her foot off his chest for the time being, which was a vast improvement, and he had just started to get up when he received something worse: an elbow, hammered into his chest, by a woman with 240 pounds to back it up. It hurt. A lot.

He thrashed around on the mat and rolled his side as his chest exploded in pain, gritting his teeth bite back a reflexive scream. Since he'd come to the AFW he'd taken a few nasty shots, but that was one of the worst hits he'd taken that didn't involve a weapon, and the tortured grimace on his face was a testament to the fact.

There were few things worse than a 240 pound woman dropping all of her weight on someone's chest. Army might be unlucky enough to experience those things before the match was over, but for now, he got the full weight of the Amazon crashing down on top of him.  Temporarily shoved off as the boxer rolled to the side, Rebecca moved to pull him back flat on the mat, pressing down for an early pinfall. "Count it!" She barked at the referee. It was probably not enough to get the win, but it would be enough to make sure Army didn't get enough recovery time.

Army was in a bad spot and there wasn't any way of getting round it. He hadn't thrown in the towel just yet, but he couldn't ignore the real possibility that he might not come out on top, that he might not even get the advantage again.

But he wasn't losing to an elbow drop. "Yeah, fuck that."

"2...!"

Army threw his shoulders up before the referee could even start the third count. He fell back down and rubbed the spot where she'd hit, groaning as the pain lingered.

"Fuck that?" Rebecca repeated as Army threw his shoulder up in the air defiantly. Kneeling up as the boxer flopped back to the mat, she wasn't expecting to get the win just so quickly. If there was more of a size difference then maybe just lying on top of him would have worked. Maybe not... but still: "Fuck you." The amazon replied, pulling a significantly dickish maneuver, laying on top of Army once again for a pin. Again.