Elizabeth 'Riza' Hawkeye vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Second Shot

Up, over, and down Hawkeye went. Army couldn’t see the impact, couldn’t turn around in time to watch that beautiful sight, but if he had to hazard a guess? Just going over the way her hitting made the ring tremble? It was a nasty crash.

He spun about to confirm that fact, seeing her wallowing on the floor, rolling over to her back in an attempt to rise. Definitely something he wanted to put an end to, knowing full well how dangerous she could be when she managed to get some real momentum.

He did a quick stretch to alleviate some of the tension in his back, then took a skip and ran straight towards her, looking like he might just run her over. Instead, he leaped up at the last moment, spread his legs, and came down for hard sit on her upper back, hammering her hard into the mat with his full weight.

Not pleasant. But not as not-pleasant as what he had planned next.

Almost up, almost up, then she could kick that punk right in his...was that a shadow?

"GUH!"

She would have screamed, if she had any left in her for it. Instead, she gasped, eyes wide, as Army landed on her back with all of his weight, sending a lightning shock through her entire body, down to her toes, causing her limbs to splay out and jerk in response.

After that though, she flopped onto her front, grunting under Army's weight, the man having a good 50 pounds on the woman, leaving her wide open for what he had planned next.

Riza was a strong, harder woman than most of Army’s other opponent. She wasn’t so big that she sacrificed much speed for it, like Rebecca, but she still had a solid frame to work with. Could definitely take a hit better than the woman he’d nearly broken in half three or so years ago.

But she was still human. A tough human. So when he came down hard on her back, he got all of the desired effect, with a bit on top.

She was laid out. Vulnerable. Wide open. He had some ideas on what to do with that, too.

”Let’s see how far this gets me…” He moved forward and took a seat on her back, nestling in for the long haul. Army grabbed Riza’s arms, and placed them over his upturned thighs, then proceed to pull back her chin for the classic camel clutch, yanking back hard and putting her flexibility to the test.

Indeed, Hawkeye was tough, with a solid and firm frame, but there was only so much even she could do after having someone Army's size leap onto her. As she laid there, as uncomfortable as she could be, Hawkeye had one thought running through her head.

Don't do a camel clutch, don't do a camel clutch, don't do a camel clutch-FUCK!

Her hopes were dashed, as Army went for the Camel Clutch, one of the absolute biggest pain in the ass wrestling holds ever made. "AHHH!" she screamed, upper body rising and bending back, shocks going through her spine, while her bikini-top covered breasts stuck out. The former soldier kicked her legs, stretched her arms, desperate to get closer to the ropes!

Army wasn’t giving Hawkeye any of the soft treatment as he yanked her back, bending her spine, throwing his weight into the effort as he pulled away on her. The camel clutch was a simple enough move on its lonesome, but when you had someone this strong executing it, when you had a weight and strength gap that was this wide, when you really sat down and poured on the pressure…

Yes. Yeah, it could get some results. If Hawkeye’s ear-piercing scream was any indication, it was excruciating, as she howled like a woman possessed. ”Feel free to give up, can do this all day long if I need to.”

As it turned out, she wasn’t about to give up, nor would Army even have the chance to do this all day. She fought his hold, struggled through it like she was pulling through the trenches, and with a small miracle, she was able to make it just far enough to grab the ropes and hold on for dear life.

It took him a second to let her go. Not out of spite, but because he was simply surprised she’d pulled off the escape and managed to get that far. The referee had just started to count when he let go and got back to his feet and back off.

”Not had enough yet?” He made his way to the center of the ring and bent over with his hands on her knees, waiting for her to get back up and make another try at him.

It took time, a long, absolutely agonizing time, but Hawkeye managed to grab the bottom rope, letting out a sigh of relief as Army got off of her and backed away, the referee checking on her to see if she wanted to continue, which she quickly waved off, making it clear she was still in this.

"It's gonna take more than your fat ass sitting on me to make me quit!"

She yelled back at him in response, pushing herself to all fours, and, with a pained groan, up to her feet, wincing as fire shot through her back. That hold had hurt for damn sure, and she was going to pay him back for that, tenfold if she had too.

”Heh.”

Army snickered as she made her way up, defiantly rising to face him once again and throwing a little shade his way in the process with a less than flattering assessment of his posterior. He started to smirk, too, but cut it off and replaced it with a more serious face before he could hold it for too long. For all his bluster, he had to remember that she did beat him. Knocked him the fuck out, even. Underestimating Riza wasn’t a wise move, and it was one that cost him dearly before. Not this time.

There was caution in his movements as he moved forward this time, dropping into a low stance as he neared. As soon as he was close enough, he threw his arms up to fake her out, then tried to whip around her quick, attempting to catch her in a waistlock from behind.

Her back was still aflame, but it was dullng, not as bad as it was before, slowly ebbing away as she steadied herself on her feet,, keeping an eye on Army as he came closer to her.

He reached out for her, in a grappling stance, and she tried to swing her arm out at him, trying to keep him from getting in close...which ended up being what he wanted, as he snuck in behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist! Trying not to panic, Hawkeye reacted quickly, throwing her elbow back, trying to strike Armys head and drive him off!

It was a waistlock. Just a waistlock. The sort of move they teach you in the first week of wrestling school, and probably on the very first day. Nothing special.

But Army was proud to lock it on Hawkeye. This was the sort of move that he’d been practicing more and more lately, wanting to round out his bag of tricks before he moved to take Hawkeye on again. All that time proved to be worth it - now he had her from behind, and he could take her down to the mat, and-

Before he could complete his plan, Hawkeye went and ruined it by fighting back, surprise of surprises.

An elbow to the face was all it took to knock him out of the moment and leave him stunned. He still held onto Hawkeye, but with him rattled it was more like a gentle hug than anything, leaning against her as he struggled to keep from flopping over.

After nailing Army with the elbow, he slumped against her, his tight grip easing up, and for a brief moment, when his warm body was pressed against hers, she left the ring, flashing back to a time years before, with a different man leaning against her back, arms around her waist. He was a superior officer, not a wrestler, but he had pressed against her, similar to this, and was bigger and broader than her, much like Army.

It wasn't unpleasant, but it only lasted a brief moment or two before she snapped back to the ring, and grabbed Army's arm, placing it on her shoulder. With a hard yank, she pulled him forward, while leaning down, twisting her body, trying to flip the bigger fighter over her body and onto his back!