Akino Sanada vs Armando ‘Army’ Rodriguez - This Is Awkward

Army couldn’t help but have a little chuckle at Akino’s reply. The woman had fire, he had to give her that much. She could definitely keep up with his sister in the sass department. ”Yeah, no thanks. I know where those lips’ve been.”

He doubted she’d see the humor in that, but he didn’t give her much time to show it either way before he sent her off, hurled her right into the-

Huh. Okay, she was fast.

Army grumbled as Akino made her way into the ring, buying herself some time that he wasn’t trying to let her have. Agile minx. Agile minxes were annoying in his opinion.

He slid in after her and came up to his knees, moving in quick - as quick as a guy his size could - to come at her from behind. He reached around her neck and tried to pull her in close, looking to snap on a tight chokehold.

Perhaps it took her getting roughed up the Puerto-rican striker...or perhaps her simply saying his full name out loud for the first time...but Akino has officially decided that Armando was a stupid sounding name. The way it seamlessly rolls off your tongue, like he was a ripped surfing instructor on the Caribbean who wooed wives away from their dweeby husbands while they were on vacation. In any case, Akino was just finding more things to dislike about Army the more match went on in his favor...which was to be expected, honestly.

Akino did manage to use Army's lunkheaded approach to her advantage however...the agile maid using the boost in speed and her own natural swiftness to get some distance between the two. Except it was a brief respite shattered by Armando clamping on a chokehold and yanking her backward, to bring them oppressively close. Akino wheezed uncomfortably on her knees with her gloved hands tugging on his bulbous biceps. Desperate for freedom...especially when she felt what she could have sworn was the swell of his package felt against her smooth backside.

"...ghh...You're more clingy...than your sis, you know that?"

Yeah, Akino was definitely a fighter. Army wouldn’t have guessed that someone dressed up in a maid outfit straight out of the Red Door would have this much strength in them, but it was becoming more and more obvious as he held her down with the chokehold. He’d gotten fairly good at using moves like this since becoming a wrestler, and his upper body strength made him a natural fit for them.

He’d locked down bigger, stronger women than Akino before, but few put up this much of a fight with it. And none of them had such annoying things to say while he did it, either.

Not to mention the rubbing. Yeah. He could do without the rubbing. Enough of that.

”Yeah…” He groaned and gave the hold a good, final squeeze. ”I’m just going to suplex you and pretend you didn’t say that.”

And then he proceeded to do just that. To be more specific, he lifted her up and sent her flying with a Sleeper Suplex, launching her across the ring towards the farthest turnbuckle.

Normally, Akino wasn't prone to being quite the chatterbox in her matches. The cycloptic maid never uttering more than what she needed to in a match unless otherwise provoked...but she couldn't deny obtaining some manner of perverse satisfaction from hearing Army bitch and moan about not wanting to hear one iota about how her sister fared in their relationship. He got all squeamish and reeked of desperation to change the subject, which of course only made her want to broach the subject further just to irritate him...

...and potentially distract him long enough to get him to loosen up on this damn sleeperhold. Akino scrunching her face and scrapping her boot against the canvas as she struggled and squirmed to get some alleviation from the pressure around her airpipe. The surly maid getting uncomfortably close to Armando in the seconds before she was pitched overhead with a startled yelp, crash landing onto the back of head and shoulders before tumbling into the turnbuckle, seated against the corner in a rattled daze.

Very light, Akino was. Easy to toss around. Good to know.

Needless to say, Army sent the woman flying like she was a sack of potatoes, hurling her across the ring with one of his better suplexes. It worked like a charm, continuing the dominant streak he’d started this match out with, and got her into prime position in the corner. She was down, she was dazed, she was vulnerable. So vulnerable that it gave him a pretty good idea on how to start wrapping this up.

Army popped to his feet and bounded over to the opposite corner from Akino, turning so his back hit the pad. He bounced off with an extra head of steam and came storming towards her, full steam and speed, crossing the ring with powerful strides. The moment he was close enough, he jumped up, brought his knees up, and came down on her chest with a Meteora, a wild attempt to hammer her against the turnbuckle.

Nothing quite like being pitched through the air with remarkable hang time to have you come to several revelations all at once. One being that Armando here was regrettably just as strong as he looked...which was saying something considering that he already looked like your typical lunkhead perusing muscle beach. Another revelation being that Armando was, for some insufferable reason, playing this match like he was in a damned hurry or something.

Akino going into a brief tuck and roll after landing square on the back of her noggin, ending with her slumping against the bottom turnbuckle with her legs bent inward and a dizzied perception of the world around her. A soft moan escaping her lips as she willed herself into raising up her head and noticing Armando bouncing off the opposite turnbuckle. The irate maid scrunching her face and suddenly feeling a swelling hatred for everything about this situation...enough for her to act on instinct. And that instinct told her to extend her foot straight out right between his legs as he jumps and make this an unpleasant landing experience for Army.

”Shit.”

Akino’s little counter didn’t go totally unnoticed. Despite the reputation he’d garneed as being a big, slow, lumbering brute, Army still had the good reflexes that were a requirement of any half decent boxer. He could see trouble coming. Could recognize when pain was about to come down hard on him. Knew enough to see an attack when it was coming, could generally get his stuff together in time to do something about it.

That was, if he wasn’t, say, flying through the air at the time.

That wasn’t the case, here. Here, he was going forward, legs wide, just in time to see Akino raised her leg, but not in time to do anything about it, aside from think about how much it was going to suck.

It did.

A moment later, and Army was on his back, cradling his sack,, kicking his legs, enduring the crowds laughs and cheers, and generally just hating life.

Every warm-blooded dude bro in the audience crossed their legs and sympathized immediately for the languishing striker currently cradling his precious family jewels. The referee herself was visibly conflicted about what exactly to judge this as, but ultimately decided against disqualifying Akino since she didn't technically "kick" Armando and couldn't therefore be penalized for Army willingly ramming his own body part into her extended boot. The vindictive maid gingerly rising out of her corner with a scowling grimace after having exploited that little loophole, none too pleased with Army putting her through a humiliating and hellacious run around. Those impeccable muscles of his not being just for show and winning over ladies, as Akino initially presumed.

"...tch...For the record...I'm not sorry about any of this." Akino bitterly seethed before reaching down to clamp her hands around his ankles and raise his legs upward in a "V"-shape. Everyone knew nothing good would come of this...and they were proven right as Akino leapt up and extended her own legs to slam her smooth thighs down across the inner groin region of the languishing striker, spreading out his legs wider than normal with Army suddenly having a very bad day for his balls.

Army was kind of hating life right now.

It wasn’t just that his favorite body part had taken major damage, all of his own doing - though, yes, that was a big part of it. Rolling on the ground, groaning, holding battered groin, wishing he was just about anyone else, anywhere else, doing anything else right about now, that was all part of it. And he could’ve done without the laughing from the audience, too, especially since a good chunk of that audience were guys who wouldn’t be doing nearly this well if they were the ones in the ring.

But it was pretty clear from the way that Akino was lifting up his legs that she wasn’t done with the abuse, and that things were about to suck even worse.

”No, wait-” He doubted Akino heard his pleas, but he doubted she would’ve cared even more, as her legs came down right on that same spot, hitting him with another barely legal move. This one left him squawking as he rolled over to his side, watering eyes shut tight and teeth grinding. ”You suck, lady! You totally suck!”

The legality of Akino's maneuver's were definitely beginning to come into question as the irritable maid just so happened to concentrate her offense on a particularly sensitive area for Army, and all warm-blooded men in general. A word of warning being finally thrown Akino's way from the referee beside them, which was of little consequence to her, and probably of little solace to poor Armando. The cycloptic maid twirling off of Armando and back to one knee as he tossed and turned and cradled his nethers.

"Sorry...not that type of maid..." Akino glowered down at the paralyzed Rodriquez brother beside her, now having a score to settle with him that had nothing to with a certain sister of his. Before he probably sensed her coming, Akino would shuffle up behind Armando and slyly sneak both of her arms around his neck before the rolling the hispanic striker over. This allowed Akino to interlock both of her smooth and slender legs around his abdomen and cross them at her ankles to compliment her rear naked choke, bringing about sweltering body friction and a flashing upskirt peek of her silken white panties for the audience. "Than again...up close like this...you could actually be confused for handsome, big boy~..." Akino purred into his ear.