Army vs AOBA - Beatdown

Standard match.
Won by Pin,Submission or KO

Slim pickings. Extremely slim picking.

It was funny, really - back home, there was never any shortage of fights to be had. Not just in the ring, either - Army made a lot of friends in Puerto Rico, but the thing about friends is that friends, typically, have their own enemies - and the enemy of a friend becomes your enemy, too, 9 times out of 10. And when you make a name for yourself like Army did, and when you talk all the shit that Army does on a regular basis, eventually people start popping up to make a go for the crown.

It's only natural.

But Japan was different. More civilized. More modern. More reserved. Now that he was with the AFW, he was more official than before, and the enemies? More...feminine. But, he was starting to learn, just as dangerous.

His match today was against another puncher - AOBA. He didn't know much about her besides the name and the style, but as he made his way to the ring, his music blaring overhead, he can't help but wonder what she might be packing - the AFW was full of surprises, and this would probably be another one.

Anxious to get it started, he makes his way into the ring and takes his corner, waiting on her to come out.

AOBA been gone for quite sometime, more of feeling bit too relax since her rival havent appear for quite sometime, something she eager to get even with him yet seemingly never return, makes her wonder if he chicken out or just simply disappear from the face of the Earth. "Hmmmmm......." and now returning to the ring once again against someone just right for her fighting style, brawling. A newcomer that she'll be willing to test her fists out and see if his body can handle her fierce strikes.

She making her appearances on stage after her opponent does his, standing on stage with her arms cross to rest under her large ample chest, dressed in tight black slacks and shoes, her black long sleeves shirts that have only two buttons holding it together due to her large breasts, the red ribbons around her wrists and neck were long and use not to decorate but can also use as a weapon too, if they allow her to use it that is.

Walking down the ramp and seeing the male brawler waiting for her, she slips in the ring and standing in her corner, gazing at him with that intense red eyes, slowly taking a breather to calm her nerves turning to steel, clenching her fists that hunger for some actions. "Hmmm..... is he good.... I wonder....." quietly muttering herself, awaiting for the match to get start it.

Well, hello there.

Army had been expecting someone a little more...hefty. He knew the AFW had some big fighters, even on the women's side - a handful were even bigger than him. This one wasn't one of them, though - sweet, petite, and very, very fine. They were probably throwing him one of the more fun matches - it wasn't a hentai match, but that didn't mean things couldn't get interesting, of course.

He looks her over from head to toe as he moves out of the corner, whistling. "I feel sorry for that shirt your wearing - it's got a lot of work to do, I bet." He paused for a moment, looking at her eyes - intense, focused, centered. Body or not, she had the look of a fighter, no denying that.

"So you like to throw blows, too, huh?" He cracks his knuckles, making his way to the center as he starts to move into an open stance and get his fist up.

AOBA can tell that this man is just like her old rival, the male brawler like eager to get his hands on her on whatever he wishes to place upon, but only if could manage to do so. She slowly moving out from the corner and stepping up in front of him, clearly hes much bigger than her and lean too, a sure sign that he can be fast for his size. Her eyes glares at him a little more deeply into his and slowly open up to respond. "Im not worry..... about my shirt..... it wont bother me at all....." She said, pausing for a moment before she continues to talk again. "..... Yes, striking is my pride and joy...... I do hope you're not.... cocky about this match... it will be proven.... fatal...."

She took a couple steps back and getting her fighting stance, clenching her fists and pops on its own, showing its tight and hard, ready to strike at him at anytime. Once the bell rings, she would quickly launch at him to test him out. Sending her left fist for a straight at his right part of the chest then follow up with a right hook to his arm, retreating a step back after that in case he tries to make a jump at her.

Army raises an eyebrow - there's something a little off about this girl. The way she looks. The way she talks The way she moves. It's all around just plain weird, but then, this is the AFW. Weird doesn't really have much meaning here.

He tightens his fists as soon as she moves into position, smirking from behind his guard. "Sorry - being cocky is part of my charm. It'll grow on you, give it time."

The bell rang and she springs into action right off, throwing a left out first and following it with quick right hook - he manages to block them both with only a little pain, but those were just test shots - he can tell she's got a lot more to work with.

Army takes a bold step forward, rear back for a punch...and then moves to the side, faking it and seeing how she reacts. He had the power advantage, would probably only need a few solid blows to drop. No need to rush things.

"Hmmm....." she ignored his words as she would of expecting him to be cocky thinking it would be easy to take down someone who is smaller and assuming weaker than them, he havent met AOBA until now and soon, he will feel how painful her strikes can be. She tested out his durability and reflexes from her strikes, both her punches were blocked as he takes it like a man, almost like it didnt phase him enough or he just good at hiding the little pain he have taken.

Now it was his turn to go at her, she watches him very carefully as he goes in for the punch but he move to the side as her body turn to quickly pull her fist back ready to intercept his own, it was a quick reaction as she was about to strike him, but he didnt go for the blow, he was testing her out too. "Hmmmm.... same way I see.... testing each other out."

"Just seeing if you're awake before I put you to sleep."

Good reflexes - she might have had a little edge on him with her speed, but he wasn't exactly a glacier himself - and there was a lot to be said for having the size advantage, too. There was a reason boxing matches divided in weight divisions, and a damned good one; giving up a hundred or so pounds to your opponent was a big handicap. Time to show her why.

More interested in the Checkers approach over Chess, Army moves in and pulls back for another fake...at least, that's what it seems, at first. As soon as it looks like he was just faking with her right fist, he lashes out with a hard left straight, going for her face.

"Hmph...." As her eyes even more intense glaring at him and sensing things are going to get more real this time. She was prepare for anything he coming at her as she watches him bringing his incoming punch at her, planning to avoid taking the hit this time but then, unexpectedly, his other fist comes right at her pretty hot face that sock right at her cheek. "Ugh!"

That blow causes her to spun but not completely in circle, shook her head and wrenching her jaw a little, it hurts a lot than anyone she face. "Worthy... opponent." She said in her calm like voice, she get into her fighting stance again, this time, ready to get more serious with him, knowing how much power he deliver with the punch and durability he can withstand, it'll be a challenge that AOBA was looking for.

The silver haired brawler taking a step forward then break into a run, trying to leap at him with no fake strikes like he did to her, she would attempt to bring her knees up to her chest and using that knees to land right at his chest so that she can rest against it, using her left hand to grab the back of his head while her right, strong right fist, punching down on top of his face that maybe enough to drop him down to the mat from her weights and disoriented punches.

Army always felt a little bad hitting girls - well, okay, he was fine with hitting his sister, but that was different. Because...it just was.

Todos modos, hitting a pretty face like this felt like breaking priceless art - or, at least what Army imagined breaking priceless art would feel like if he actually cared about priceless art. For her sake, he hopped the makeup guys could work wonder. He planned to leave more than a few bruises.

Army gets his fists up to block once again, remembering at the last moment that this isn't a boxing match and she's allowed to use her whole body - and he's reminded this by AOBA's knee comes up and plants itself right on his chest, holding her in place with the other hand around his neck, while she plants a one, two, three, four good shots in his face.

He totters back, looks like he's going to fall, but manages to hold his foot and stay stable, bringing his foot down and widening his stance. With a booming war cry, he jerks down and slams her into the ring.

AOBA figures that when she would get a chance to leap at him after taking the punch to her face by his strong fist, she got her knees up against his chest and holding onto his head to keep herself up and bringing her fist down to punch his face to see if he'll get dazed enough that could possibly lose balance and drop. Except it isnt the case, he was still standing and enduring the hard fury of punches that not before long, that he quickly drop down that gives her a hard slam on the mat with her back. "AUGH!"

Not only she got off Army but her backside and back of her head slamming hard on the mat, stunning her for a moment that she slowly turning her over trying to regain her senses, grunting as she tries to turn over to get on her side, rubbing her back.