Showdown '19: Riza Hawkeye vs Army Rodriguez Best of 5 Match Series Finale: Last Person Standing Match

Hawkeye did the right and honorable thing, letting Army get to his feet without interfering with him. Violent as they would be with each other, there was a heavy respect between the two of them, among other things, and she had no desire to ruin that.

Once he was up and seemed ready however, she would raise her fists, rolling her bare shoulders, no longer covered by her vest, before moving closer to the pro boxer, keeping an eye on his fists. She had felt punches from those appendages before, and had little desire to do so again.

"Round 2 then. And don't get excited Armando, I'm not removing anything else but the vest. Not till after I win anyway..." she flirted, rather blatantly. Just a fun little comment to maybe rile him a bit, playing on the rather obvious spark between the two of them that seemed to have developed since her return.

As they circled each other, she finally struck, throwing a mid size kick out towards the same ribs she had kicked earlier, looking to soften him up!

Yeah, round 2.

Army just smirked at her little taunt, but didn’t give it anything else beyond that - the flirting was cute, and he wouldn’t have had any trouble leaning into it most other times, but today he was trying to give her full focus. On top of that, their hentai match had shown just how vulnerable he was to her charms - no way was he going down that rabbit hole against.

Fists up, guard tight, he came in careful this time, and his patience was rewarded...sort of. He wound up taking a kick in the ribs, one that sucked extra hard with the damage he’d already taken there, but he’d been half-expecting her to try that from the get-go. He had a little something for her.

Before she could pull her leg back, Army reached down and wrapped his arm around it, getting it in a tight hold. Knowing he’d only have half a second before she found out some way to escape, he went to the next part quick - Army dipped down then shot up as he threw the leg up hard, forcing Hawkeye into a wild flip that would have her coming down hard on her chest.

Hawkeye had aimed right at the ribs she had kicked earlier, thinking it would weaken the man, maybe trip him up so she could follow up with another attack.

Unfortunately, it seemed Army knew what she had planned, and when she tried to pull her foot back...she couldn't, her foot trapped between his arm and his chest. Before she could counter or fight back...she was airborne, getting another new taste of Army's impressive strength as he flipped her, head over heels, the blonde former soldier landing with an "OOMPH!" on her front side, the sudden shock and surprise of the move stunning her for a moment.

Nailed it. Pretty good, too. Army was surprised by the height he managed to achieve with this throw, barely able to get out of the way in time to avoid her coming down right on time. That was the inevitable difference between them, though: Size. She was easy to throw around and ragdoll, and it was something he planned on exploiting every chance he had.

The referee moved in for the count, raised her hand to start it, but Army was back on the offense before she could get a single one in. It would take more than that to keep Hawkeye down for even two seconds. No, he’d need to lay her out with the heavy artillery.

He stepped over her fallen body and reached down to wrap his arms around her waist, hauling her up and pulling her against his chest. With a powerful heave, he put his back muscles to good lift and deadlifted her clean off the floor, only to toss her up and over with his best Gutwrench Suplex.

Army wasn't wrong. It was barely a second before Riza was already pushing herself up to all fours again. Army had a large size advantage over her, something she was constantly reminded of every time she saw him, but she was a former soldier damn it, if she couldn't get up from something as simple as a flip, she wouldn't have come back to AFW in the first place.

The plan was simple. Get up. Punch Army in his perfect jawline.

However, the owner of said perfect jawline had other plans, and the next thing she knew, Hawkeye was getting yet another taste of his mighty power, feeling those big strong arms wrapping around her bare waist. In another situation, she might have enjoyed the feeling, but now, the blonde was being hoisted off the mat, held in place by his impressive power, kicking her legs and flailing her arms in a desperate, and from the crowds perspective, utterly adorable, if futile, attempt to escape his grasp.

"A-Army! Let me go!" She cried...only to immediately regret those words, the following toss sending her heel over head before she slammed hard onto the mat on her back, letting out a cry, her back arching upwards, booted feet kicking on the mat!

Hawkeye asked Army to let her go.

Her request was...denied.

Normally, it would’ve been, since that was typically how you did a Gutwrench Suplex. That was how Army mostly did the move, anyway. Pick them up, let them, send them flying. Nice and simple.

But Hawkeye was a special case, and for her, he’d developed some special moves. Now, he was about to unveil one of them, with a combo he was quite proud of. Instead of letting her go after the impact, Army stayed clutched tight, rolling over her body and to his knees on the other side. He planted one foot on the floor, then another, right up and lifting her up in his grasp once more.

”Not done yet!”

He lurched back and lifted her up again, this time spinning her about and flipping her upside down. When she was at the apex, as high as he could get her, he kicked his legs out wide and brought her hurtling to the floor with a Sit-Out version of the powerful Gutwrench Powerbomb.

That suplex hurt, no doubt about that. The impact on her back was like a hammer, practically driving the wind out of the woman, her entire body rocked by the move. Naturally, her instinct told her to roll away, to try and get some distance between her and the powerhouse who had just flung her entire body with the simplest of ease.

Except...he didn't let go.

The blondes woman's beautiful blue eyes went wide with panic, her arms flailing, legs kicking, as Army hauled her up again. "No! No don't! Not again!" she yelled, caught in his iron like grip squeezing around her ribs, lifted again with ease, bracing herself for another gutwrench...only to be flipped over onto Army's shoulders, only getting a moment to realize what was going on before she was powerbombed without mercy onto the mat.

Her back slammed onto the mat with enough force to rattle the ropes, her legs kicking into the air, before falling back, enough momentum from the powerbomb impact that Hawkeye's entire body flipped onto her front, twitching and jerking on the mat in front of him!

It was over. It had to be.

Army hadn’t just busted that combo out of nowhere, he’d used it once before...against Carmen. Specifically, when they were sparring a week ago. She’d been getting the better of him, but when he got her down, he’d clasped her tight and busted the gutwrench combo on her, hammering her twice in quick succession. As tough as his sister was, it was enough to put her down for a good fifteen seconds before she was able to pull herself up to two, wobbling feet.

It worked on Carmen. It would work on Hawkeye.

After dropped the bomb, Army popped to his feet and staggered back to the corner, pumping his fists in the air as he took in a big gulp of oxygen. Some were cheering him on, some were cursing his name, but he honestly wasn’t paying any attention to any of them. He’d won. It was over. That was all he needed.

For now, he just leaned back and let the referee do her thing, as she started up the count.

”1!”

"2!"

The ref girl yelled, raising two fingers up to the crowd. Hawkeye's fans in the audience, when they weren't booing Army, were cheering for Hawkeye, calling for her to get back to her feet.

Easier said then done.

The gutwrench slam had been painful on its own, but the follow up powerbomb had knocked the wind out of the blonde bombshell. She lay on her front, one leg still kicking, fingers twitching as the nerves through her body fired off from the painful attack. Her chest, pressed against the mat, rose and fell rapidly, trying to regain her breath as she sputtered like a fish out of water, while the referee continued her count.

"3!"

"4!"

Groaning, she tried to push herself up off the mat, only to cry out and fall back, holding her back gingerly as fresh fire spread across her body.

"5!"

"6!"

Rather than try and force herself to stand, back still aching, and getting desperate as the count got higher and higher, Hawkeye pressed her forearms against the ropes, quickly dragging herself towards the nearby ropes, and, after grabbing the bottom rope for leverage, the military woman rolled her body outside of the ring, planting both feet on the ground outside the ring, keeping a grip on the rope, but satisfying the referee, who made it to a cry of "7!" before ending the count, declaring Hawkeye on her feet!

It wasn’t a pretty way to win, but for this match, Army was tapping into his old boxing experience, looking to get the win in the most efficient, brutal way possible. If that meant nailing Hawkeye like a railroad spike, then that was what he was prepared to do. If it worked, it worked.

And from the looks of things, it did work. Hawkeye wasn’t immobile, but she wasn’t doing much more than rolling about on the ground, too wasted to get on her knees, much less stand up straight. He just had to lean there and wait for the clock to run out, as she rolled, and rolled, and rolled…

...and rolled herself out of the ring onto her feet. ”Hijo de puta.””

Hawkeye managed to reset to the clock, much to the crowd’s approval and Army’s annoyance. Groaning, he tried his best not to let it get to him. He was still in control, here. Had the advantage. Just had to press it.

After a moment of thought, he turned around and scaled the turnbuckle, climbing up with unsure feet. Aerial attacks weren’t his idea of a good time, but this was a special occasion - not harm in busting out the good stuff.

He made his way all the way up, took a moment to gauge the distance, and jumped off with his fists clasped together and raised up, looking to bring them both down on Hawkeye from on high with a double axe handle.