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

Mistakes were made, Army could admit that. Chief among them was underestimating Hawkeye, though to be fair, he’d gone into this match taking her more seriously than he had in the last. The problem was that there was no real way to plan for her. The moment he thought he had a good idea what she was about, she just pulled something out of her - admittedly fine - ass and left him laying again.

He had to change this up. And as she lifted him and grasped his head with a front facelock, keeping in control, he saw the window he craved.

”Ladies first!”

It wasn’t easy, squeezing power out of his aching body, but he manage to dig deep enough to seize the moment. As she pulled him towards the ring, Army had a sudden surge forward and pushed hard, attempting to slam her against the side of the ring with all the force he could muster.

She kept the facelock locked in, easing Armando up onto his feet, eager to get him back into the ring. She had to have softened his spine up a bit, she could lock in a nice bow and arrow or other tight hold, really work his back-

Did you know the ring apron is actually the hardest part of the ring? Hawkeye knew, as did literally any wrestler ever, but Army apparently felt she needed a reminder, as he suddenly powered forward, plowing into her lighter body and driving her back, until her back smacked into the ring apron, her mouth opening wide in a silent cry, only a choked gasp escaping her before she collapsed onto her front, legs kicking as nerves fired off, her back feeling like she had been stabbed with a knife made of fire!

Army drove Hawkeye hard into the ring, putting everything he had into the forward drive, and the result were immediate and satisfying. Oh, he couldn’t see the look on her face - kind of a shame, that - but he could feel the impact work its way through her body, feel her muscles slacken and her heart skip a beat, and it was no surprise that she fell to her front right after the impact, aching on the floor.

He would’ve loved to take advantage of that right away, too, but he was a bit too busy staggering back and catching his breath. It was a good thing she wasn’t going anywhere for a moment, because he needed it - but, when the time passed, he was right back on the offensive.

”You want to get back in the ring?” He bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist from above. ”Let’s get back in the ring.”

With a heave and ho, Army gutwrenched Hawkeye off the floor and dropped her down right on the ring apron, crashing down right on her spine. He pushed her back in under the bottom rope and followed after a second later, with his own aching back demanding that he not move too fast for it.

Army had plenty of time to catch his breath, as Riza was in no condition at the moment to put any pressure on him, much as she would have liked too. The sudden, but powerful, ram into the ring apron had sent a shock completely through her system.

She had only just started to push herself up, the sharp pain in her back slightly dulling, though still feeling like a fire in her spine, when she left the ground, Armys big and strong arms around her body, feeling a brief sensation of flight....only to crash onto the ring apron (the hardest part of the ring!), which did absolutely no favors for her back.

The extra shove had her rolling more towards the center of the ring, groaning and pressing a hand against her lower back, clearly not as cocky as she had been just moments before.

That sounded like it sucked. Getting lifted up like that and dropped down hard on her back like that? Yeah, it definitely left an impression Hawkeye, judging by the way she was reeling from the blow. It was only the latest step, and there’d be more to come, but he was starting to feel a healthy dose of confidence. He could take this now, had a gameplan to work with.

Fuck her back up. Couldn’t be simpler.

He had some ideas on how to get it done, too. As she rolled into the ring, he crawled in after her, moving over her back and using her weight to keep her under him. His chest to her back, his hips against hers, his words in her ear. ”Back problems? Let’s see if this helps.”

He spun around, reached out, and grabbed Hawkeye’s legs as he sat up, pulling them in under his arms. From there it was just a matter of leaning back to put her in one of wrestling’s most basic, famous moves: The Boston Crab. With the height and strength difference between them, he was willing to bet he’d get a lot of mileage out of it.

Normally, Army laying directly on top of her would make the military woman blush, but at the moment, she was too preoccupied with the pain in her back to even notice.

What she DID notice though, was him grabbing and lifting her legs. "No!" She exclaimed, trying to kick her legs out of his grip...but he held to tightly, and soon enough, had her bent nearly in half, pulling back on her legs and torquing her back in a Boston Crab, the blonde beauty letting out a pained shriek, fire burning through her spine, the pain caused by him slamming into the ring apron intensified by the hold. A brilliant move really, not that Riza was in a mood to compliment the bigger fighter, desperately reaching for the ropes, only to find she was too far away to reach!

Get a good grip on the ankles, sit down, lean back. Couldn’t have been a simpler move to execute, really. Army wasn’t into submission moves as a general rule, but if he had to go with one, this was definitely his style.

If the sounds Hawkeye made were any clue, it was working wonders, too, really making her squirm. She was fighting hard to reach the ropes, bless her, but with 200 solid pounds weighing her down? Nope. Wasn’t happening.

Could he make it worse? Yup.

”Come on…” He let one of her legs go, but only so he could focus more pressure on the remaining one, grabbing hold with both arms. He also slid around on her back and let his knee dig into her spine, adding even more pressure to the equation. ”This has got to hurt like fuck. Just a few taps and it’s all over…”

This was a bad spot, in every possible way. She couldn't get the ropes. She stretched her arm, her fingers, as far as they could possibly go...but it just wasn't possible. She was too far away, and with Army's weight holding her down, there was no way she could drag herself across the ring.

Hawkeye really thought it couldn't get much worse than it was...she was wrong. So very very wrong. Army switched to a single leg crab, allowing him to pull her sole leg even further back, with more pressure, and add to the pressure on her back with his damned knee. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their socket with how much pain she was in, and her previous shrieks only got worse.

Her hand fluttered over the mat, for a few moments, seemingly like she might just tap...but bit her lip instead, and, noticing Army's boot in the corner of her eye, she leaned that way instead, desperately reaching out to get her arm around his boot and, with a mighty pull, try to force him off balance to get him off of her body!

Okay, this had to do it. It had to. Army wasn’t nearly as flexible as Hawkeye, but he had to imagine this hold felt like fire in the bones. He was tearing the woman apart like taffy, bending her in ways that the human body was simply not designed to go into. She was tough, she was a soldier, she was miles ahead of the wrestler he’d beaten easy years ago, but she was still human. No human could stand this.

She was going to tap. She had to.

”...fuck.”

She wasn’t going to tap. Oh, it looked that way for a second, as her hand hovered in the air, so close to it...but no. She just held on, refused to give in, surviving despite all the pain she was taking and the abuse and the battering. Impressive. Kind of hot. Irritating.

So, this wasn’t getting him anywhere, at least nowhere he wanted to be. She was determined to keep going, and he was starting to get concerned that her back might given before she did. The absolute last thing he’d ever want to do was end a career. So, change in tactics.

He eased up on the hold, but only so he could spin around and grab her by the waist, lifting her back to her feet in the roughest way he could think of. With a hard shove, he sent her into the nearest corner, making sure she hit with her back, and he followed up with a quick chop to the chest - just a little something to keep in place for a bit.

In truth, even she wasn't entirely certain how she managed to avoid tapping out, pure determination, grit, and a stubborn refusal to quit. A trait that she probably inherited from her family. Being stubborn was something they happened to excel at. Even with her back on fire, being bent damn near in half, she was doing everything her could, even biting her own hand, to keep from submitting.

But it clearly earned her no points with Army, who finally released the hold, only to pull her up and shove her into the corner, the blonde former soldier barely getting to register what was even going on with her before his hand lashed out, aiming a chop at her chest...and, perhaps intentionally, perhaps accidental, hitting her breast instead, the bikini top offering no protection from his large hand, causing her to cry out and cover her stinging breast with one arm, while leaning against the turnbuckle, finding it hard to even stand straight with the pain in her back.