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

Fuck...how the hell did a sheer powerhouse like Army not have the best record in the league by now? Had this been a pinfall based match, she'd have lost, plain and simple, and he'd have taken the entire series, just like that.

Some might have been disheartened thinking that, and indeed, the thought scared her...but motivated her as well. She did NOT come back after all these years just for Army to prove he was still better than her! As she stood, back still aching, a brief shadow crossed her, as did the crowds excited voices. Looking up, she saw Army in mid flight, coming down upon her, like a great flying nightmare coming to end her dreams of victory.

At the last second, she pushed herself off against the apron, falling to the side, just barely avoiding a match ending blow and leaving nothing but padded concrete for him to land on!

This. Shit like this was exactly why Army didn’t do this high-flying stuff...aside from the fact that he didn’t have the agility to 99% of the good stuff. You throw a punch, there’s risk, but you have a small window, you can take the hit, you can dodge, prepare for the impact, something. You jump off the turnbuckle from high up and your opponent moves too soon, you’re just, well…

”Fuck!”

That.

Army had just enough time to realize the crash he was in for before it happened, and all he could do in that short time was try to get his arms out to cushion the fall. It worked...as much as something like that could work. He still wound up splatting hard on the floor, but it had just a little less impact than it would’ve otherwise had, which was probably the reason he was still conscious after all that.

Groaning, he laid flat on the floor for a moment, before he started to push his way up...or attempted to, anyway. He only managed about halfway before his arms gave out and he flopped down again. Such is life.

Holy hell, that was scary. Very very scary. Hawkeye did not like the thought of what would have happened if she hadn't moved and Army would have smashed that large body on top of her. It would have certainly ended the match, and probably injured the smaller woman as well. Instead, Army had an ugly crash landing, and for the moment, it looked like he wouldn't be able to get up from it.

Panting, Hawkeye pushed herself up to her feet, body still aching from that damned powerbomb. Noticing a fan holding a water bottle on the front row, the blonde woman grabbed it from the fan, dumping the cold water over her head, letting the cold water drip down her body, washing a bit of the sweat away and letting her cool off a bit before she marched over to the fallen Army.

With effort, she turned the bigger man over, and sat on him, straddling his waist and looking down at him. "Alright Armando...time to put you to sleep..." she taunted, before leaning her body down, grabbing the back of his head and sliding his face into her cleavage, trying to smother the man out with a breast smother!

It was funny how a thing like that could put stupid thoughts in your head. For some reason, as Army laid there, writhing in pain, he couldn’t help but think of the Racker, the dumbass that Hawkeye took on before she went on hiatus. He’d made a similar move on her, too - granted, his timing was worse, but other than that, quite similar. Lesson learned: Don’t try and outfly the Hawk.

He was just starting to push his way up when Hawkeye come along and flipped him over, quickly straddling his chest. He was still worn from the crash, couldn’t put up much of a struggle, didn’t have the energy to fight back. She could hit him with anything she wanted. Punch him. Choke him. Nothing was off the table.

He got tits.

Army let out a startled yelped as he was pulled in the dark depths of her cleavage, drawn into the smother. She didn’t have the biggest pair in the AFW, but they weren’t small by any means, more than sufficient to leave him gasping. He tried turning his head left and right for air, and when that didn’t work, he began to squirm, but anything more than that? Still too dazed from the fall, and the lack of oxygen hardly helped.

A breast smother was, admittedly, not quite Hawkeye's go-to move in this kind of situation, which was precisely the point. No way would Army actually be expecting such a tactic coming from her, as she, usually didn't flaunt her sexuality or use such tactics.

But she had grown more confident in that side of herself, more willing to adventure and explore such things, and if using her assets helped her, then it could only be a good decision to use them.

"Cmon Army...just go to sleep..." she said soothingly, trying to convince the man to give up the ghost already. "You put up a good fight, now just give in, let yourself drift away into pleasant dreams and fantasies of me..." she clenched her fingers, teasing the man by giving her breasts a jiggle in his face, keeping the smother locked in, feeling the fight start to drain out of him.

"...Sweet dreams Armando..."

Defeat by breastsmother wasn’t the worst way for Army to go out. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a Tension man was taken down by a huge rack, at any rate. Ro had put him to sleep quite a few times with her tits back in the day, what was new?

Well, for starters, this wasn’t Ro, this was Hawkeye. And this wasn’t some fun play match in the bedroom, this was the final match in a series of matches that he’d been warring for over the past couple months. This was his reputation. He wanted it. He needed it.

No. Fuck no. Not like this. No offense to Hawkeye’s amazing rack, but this wasn’t happening.

Instead of fading out, Army gritted his teeth and threw his all into an effort for freedom, launching into her side with hooks. He wasn’t in a good position to put much power into them, but he nailed her with one after the other, even as they grew weaker and weaker, hoping it would give her just enough incentive to let up.

Hawkeye kept her grip tight around Army's head, pressing him tightly beween her breasts, doing her damndest to smother him out. She had him, with how tired and out of it he already was, and her grip, what did he have that could stop her?


"AH!"

Oh right. Fists. He had fists.

Fuck.

"Fuck!" she cried, as spittle left her lips as he drove another shot into her side, and another, each shot rocking her. She had felt these punches before, and despised them. No way was trying to smother Army worth risking getting her ribs broken, and he'd probably do it too, stubborn man.

But Hawkeye was stubborn too, and she tried to hold on through the pain, each shot feeling like thunder through her body, and making her cry out.

"Damnit!"

Finally, with tears in her eyes, she let go of the bigger man, rolling off of him and clutching at her sore, probably cracked, ribs, letting out pained gasps and sobs while her creamy alabastor white skin started turning a dark purple as it bruised.

When Hawkeye released her from her little titprison Army let out a loud gasp and flopped back, wheezing like a madman. Stars danced in his eyes, his world was spinning, and it felt like his legs had forgotten how to properly move. He’d been unconscious enough time to know when he was on the verge of it, and she had him close there. So. Fucking. Close.

But he’d escaped. Barely, but he’d escaped. ”Thanks for the trip, I guess...shit…”

...now what?

He craned his neck up and saw that Hawkeye was hurting, but he wasn’t in all that good of a position to do anything about it. For now, he just needed a moment to recoup and get his breath back at that nasty crash. Rolling over, he used the ring apron to pull his back up to his feet, and started to stumble away around the corner, blinking and shaking his eyes as he made some distance between them.

Damnit, damnit, damnit...why couldn't he just lose? Stubborn man...

Normally, the sarcastic Riza would have made some crack about if Army at least enjoyed the smother hold, but she was in way too much pain in her side to do so, whimpering and trying to sooth herself, a deep purple bruise already forming.

With the ref girl starting to count though, Riza grabbed the ring apron and managed to pull herself back up to her feet, staying in the match! Rather than rest and try to recover, she rolled back into the ring, watching Army as he paced around the ring. When he neared the corner, she charged, ignoring the stitch in her side to run across the ring dropping down near the ropes to try and dropkick the big man under the bottom rope!

Gameplan? Get away from Hawkeye.

Right now, that was first and foremost on Army’s mind. Even after four matches, it was still hard to believe this was the same woman he’d steamrolled five years ago. Faster, stronger, and worst of all, way smarter than she’d been before. She was going to cut through the Tension male division like butter. Fuck, she was going to cut through him like butter if he didn’t get his shit together, rápido.

He turned around to the ring, ready to make it back into the ring, when he was greeted by a pair of boots coming at his face with all the subtlety of a cannonball. He leaped back, sheer reflex, moving just out of the dorpkick’s reach, giving him a golden opportunity. A brief one.

”Got you.”

Army reached out, grabbed Hawkeye’s ankles and pulled her legs onto his shoulder, forcing her into the powerbomb position. Her pulled her off the ring, hefted her up, then brought her down hard, slamming her shoulders into the edge of the ring with a makeshift Apron Powerbomb.