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

Army’s first instinct after nailing Akino was to run forward and make the most of her prone state, take the opportunity to nail her with a running attack, use his size and speed to plaster her into the corner - his aching balls reminded him of just how bad an idea that was, though. Akino was showing herself to be really, really good at reversing a situation. He needed to keep her close. Focus on safe moves.

Here, in the corner, he could go to work. No need to rush this.

”What’s…” He slumped forward, taking a deep breath. ”What’s wrong, having trouble thinking up new come-ons? While you’re busy…”

Army turned around took a step back, but he didn’t leave Akino alone for long, He reached out, grabbing a hold of the second ropes, dipped down and thrust his shoulder forward, shooting it hard into her stomach to fold her in half over his back.

More parallels couldn't help but be drawn between Armando and his equally infuriating sister. In that much like how Akino insisted on wanting more time apart from Carmen in a relationship sense...Akino would have greatly appreciated space between herself and Armando. Only in this instance, it was more of an immediate, compulsive need in a literal sense. As in him backing up off her so she could be given a damned minute to breathe and compose herself.

The otaku maid squinted from being hauled upward whilst patting around the immediate area around her to find the top ropes once more, mistakenly hoping she was going to be gifted that reprieve until the hard truth came with a booming thud of a shoulder tackle into her slender abdomen. Her legs flopping before being propped up by her booted heels on the canvas, her battered stomach caving in as she slumped with a wheezing cough to whatever breaths she still had left in her.

Army was feeling the burning need to end this. Seriously. Right now.

He honestly might’ve forfeited the match if he thought his WLD could take the hit, but he knew it couldn’t. He was on the track to getting that ship in the right direction, needed to start racking up some wins to build momentum with his career, maybe even take a run at the belt - would be to catch up with Carmen and get some gold.

But, as effective as the shoulder rush was, being this close to Akino just reminded him of how hot she was, how firm her body felt, how supple those breasts felt on his back...gah. On top of it all, he couldn’t let her go. She was proving to be real good at reversing his momentum.

Time to finish it. Time for his KO punch.

Before that, he needed to get her out of the corner, in the roughest way possible. He pulled back, keeping her wrap around his shoulder the whole time, and jerked up hard to send her flying overhead, putting enough force in the throw to have her coming down hard in the center of the ring. It’d be a nasty landing, but nowhere near as bad as what he had planned next…

Nothing boded well for the cornered otaku maid right about this second, when she was currently pinned against the corner turnbuckle via the Hispanic striker's broad shoulder snugly lodged into her gut while she wheezed profusely in a reactive effort to get her breathing stabilized again. All the fight having seemingly been tackled and squashed out of her as Akino sagged limply atop Armando who had the ramming force and speed of a seasoned NFL linemen.

Akino was pliable puddy in his hands with a wobbly quiver to her legs that only reinforced that lamentable fact as he tugged her out of the corner to her grimacing displeasure. The frazzled maid wincing from her one good eye that would go stark wide upon the suplexing upheaval that sent Akino flying overhead for a booming, spine-first splash landing into the canvas. The rolling momentum propelling Akino upward before collapsing to her hand and knees, seething irately with one hand massaging her lower lumbar and unintentionally showcasing her cotton pantied, shapely rump to the now second Rodriguez added to her ever-growing shit list.

Akino didn’t weigh all that much, so it wasn’t too hard to send her flying like Army, catapulting her towards the center of the ring. He wasn’t in a position where he could see the impact she made, but he could hear it well enough, and feel the crash when her lithe body struck the mat. It was a pretty big shake for someone so small, and when he looked back, he could see that, yup, it left her floored.

”Okay, then.” He whipped around to face her and lowered his stance, bringing up his fists for a traditional orthodox stance. Fists clenched tight, knees bent, ready to pounce. ”Let’s go.”

He waited for Akino to start standing up, and then he went int action, charging forward to close the distance. His left arm came down as his body tilted back, then swung upwards with a hook that wasn’t quite a hook and an uppercut that wasn’t quite an uppercut - his KO punch, the Smash, the deadliest strike in his arsenal. He’d used this move in a wrestling ring once before, to put down Amy, and he was sure it would be enough to make Akino see stars.

Regrettably, being as short as Akino always did make her a prime target for Tensions lunkheads to see how far they could pitch her whenever she was unlucky enough to end up grappling with them. And given a stolen glance or two at Army's ripped physique, she knew at some point he was going to try his luck at doing just that. Akino begrudgingly admitting that Army had the chiseled bod to be a bonafide weight lifter if he wanted to switch professions. Something she used to tease Carmen about just to ruffle her feathers, but was now something she could confirm after having it used to chuck her halfway across the damn ring.

"...fuckin dickhead..." Akino grumbled behind her flinching scowl as she soothed her lower back while beginning to shuffle back to her wobbly legs, turning her head behind her and catching the feet of Army's boxing stance from the corner of her sole eye. It offered the otaku maid a sliver of knowledge as to what Ol' Armando had planned, but it was all she would need. Twisting around to face Army with a hunched over stance and a seemingly defeated, pitiful posture may have made Akino seem like another hapless chump waiting to get a taste of Army's fist and be knocked on her ass for the duration of the night...but in a lighting fast leap that had her thighs entwine around that deadly arm of his, Akino would attempt to flip Army down to the mat and on his back with the maid in a mounted triangle choke.

Army had never been so glad to punch a woman in the face in his entire life.

Was it wrong to think that? Yeah, probably. But he wasn’t regretting it. As a Tension male competitor, he’d thought he was used to getting mindfucked by his opponents, but Akino took it to another level. All the taunts, the innuendos, the creepiness - right now, all he wanted to do was knock her out, go home, and have the longest, hottest shower of his entire life. Preferably with the apartment to himself.

That was the promise that drove him onward as his fist soared towards Akino’s skull with his greatest punch, and it could’ve been a pleasant reality - if it hit. It didn’t. It missed, and then…

...well, Army wasn’t really sure what happened. One second he was standing, the next he was on the floor in a triangle choke, fighting for his life as her slim, soft, and powerful thighs crushed the life out of him. ”Fuck!” He went into an immediate panic and started squirming about, desperate to drag both of them to the ropes. They were pretty much at the center of the ring, so it wouldn’t be a pleasant trek, but maybe…

Akino's aforementioned stolen glimpses of Army weren't just used to sweeten her tooth on the veritable eye-candy that alot of lonely ladies would classify Ol' Armando under. But those sideways glances were also how Akino managed to anticipate the Hispanic strikers undeniably match-ending machinations via the positioning of his feet. A stance meant to afford all of the strength in his body towards delivering a one hitter quitter that he could probably attribute the majority of his wins to. A stance Akino recognized from watching Army matches with Carmen whenever they caught up backstage...and one Akino flawlessly countered with blurring speed that promptly had the sadistic maid back on top...both figuratively and literally.

"...'Fuck'?...Nononono see where not quite at that stage of our relationship yet, Armando~...Don't ya know nothin bout dating? Ya gotta show a girl a good time first...take her clubbin...buy her some drinks...ya gotta WORK before ya can get in these panties, amigo~..." Akino devilishly sneered and emphasized her words with a taut flexing of her creamy thighs squishing that blockhead of his with the Rodriguez sibling getting an unobstructed viewpoint up her skirt as well. A few moment's passing before Akino would abruptly switch things up by falling to her side but keeping a hold on Army's limb for a torquing armbar with his face getting nuzzled up against the soft flesh of the back of her thigh.

Army didn’t know what was worse - this hold or all the lewd innuendos that Akino was tacking on.

...actually, no, he knew, the hold was definitely the worst part of this whole mess. But, god, was he hating how she tacked on that sick shit, too. It was like she was trying to do mental damage on top of the physical kind, which was likely the point now that he thought about it, but was no less irritating. ”Like I’d want to be in your thrift store panties…”

He tried to push her out and focus on just getting to the ropes and escaping all this, but that was easier said than done. Akino was relentless, really knew how to work a hold. He was just started to make some gain when she flipped about and switched things up, twerking the hold in a different way now, making the trek that much harder. But even so, he kept at it, inching his way forward. Just a bit more, come on, come on...

It certainly wasn't Akino's fault that the cycloptic maid had been whipped up into such a depraved frenzy, not when Armando had been playing hard to get with her all night. Both in a flirtatious sense from him rebuking every single one of her lewd advances, and in a literal sense whenever she attempted to lock the Hispanic beefcake down into a snug and excruciatingly painful submission. When you take all that into consideration, you might even sympathize with how worked up she was getting over all of this...well, probably not. But it's not like she gave a damn anyway, she was having too much fun trying to get this piggy to squeal.

"Awwww~...now why is it whenever you and me are gettin to snugglin, you wanna make a go for the nearest exit?! You better not be trying to break my heart, just like your sister did~..." Akino spitefully retorted with a reaffirming extension of Army's strained limb, though soon after abandoning the submission and tugging Army back to his feet via that same tormented arm. One seamless action followed another as Akino positioned his arm over her shoulder and attempted a judo flip takedown over her hip that would at least have her finally release his arm when it was all said and done.