Army vs AOBA - Beatdown

"Ah, Jesus." He rubs his face, squinting - the girl packs a lot of punch, feels like he lost a few brain cells, back there. The girl fights like a goddamn Comanche, but Army was pretty sure he could bench at least twice as much as she weighed - it would take a lot more than that to put him on his back, and a hell of a lot more to keep him there.

He shakes it off and claps his hands, standing over her as his senses come back. "All right, I'm a little new to this whole 'submission hold' thing, but I'm giving it a shot - you got any pointers, suggestions, tips, just let me know. I'm all about the constructive criticism."

As she turns over, Army will kneel down on her back and try to get her in a camel clutch, getting her knees under her arms and cranking it back - if she thought her back felt bad before...

With her down after the sudden impact of the Spinebuster, she lay there stunned for a moment before hearing his words about submission hold, and just when she was about to respond to him, she felt her body were in position for his hold that pulled on her body that stretches her weaken back out, just like her old rival inflicting so much on it before that forced her to be in the hospital, now hes doing it too.

"Nghhhhhh..... I know very little... of submission holds.... ughhh....!" She grunting from the pain, trying her best to wiggle out of it but with her limbs being held up, its very little what she can do about this until he could release the hold and go for the next move, hopefully she could find somewhat of an opening.

"Yeah, not exactly an expert, either. But I like to think I'm a fast learner."

She tougher than even he thought - if the positions were swapped, he wasn't sure he'd be putting up the same fight. Then again, if they were swapped, he wouldn't be crazy enough to get in the ring with a guy twice his size in the first place. So. Yeah.

He lets go, only to smack her face into the floor once, but standing up and giving her some breathing room.

"Nghhh....." her body still being bent like a human body werent suppose to be use, except yoga but she isnt in that class, her specialty is to strike her opponent out cold except it isnt happening right now. Eventually he released her only having her face smacked hard onto the mat that dazed her a bit, slowly she tries to get up on all four while groaning of her poor back problem and her face, AOBA dislike getting beaten like this as she understand and learned enduring much pain, maybe a long away from being in a match soften her up?

"You'll..... pay for that...." she promised him, trying to recover as she can.

"Yeah, not gonna lie - not really all that worried."

Army backed off, leaning against the ropes a few feet away from her as she rose, arms crossed, waiting for her to get up and admiring the view as she did. Could definitely get used to this sort of fight, yeah - way, way more just right out fun than the bouts he had back home. If they made a habit of sending this level of stuff his way, it'd be a breeze all the way through. He'd heard of a few rare matches where the guys went against each other, and the current Tension title holder was a guy, too - might be able to get a real fight out of them, at least.

AOBA slowly pushing herself up onto her feet as she can, her back is throbbing in back yet it will soon heal up in no time, at least she hoped for. Feeling her fighting style getting bit of rust and having this match will indeed help her to shave some of it off, he can be a bit of trouble for her but she will never back down from a fight, doesnt matter who they are, she'll fight till the end.

Once she manage to stand up on her own two feet, she glares at him with intense crimson stares, getting into her fighting stance with her fists tighten, ready for another go, gesturing him to bring it.

She's persistent. But there's a thin line between 'persistent' and 'too dumb to know when you're beaten'.

Army stares at her for a moment, before pushing off the ropes. "All right, your funeral." He gets back into his stance. "Round two."

He moves back in, edging his way towards her, keeping his eyes open to see if she's going to bring any surprises to the table - fairly sure he can put her away easy, but no need to take more punishment than he has. Stay pretty.

He throws a quick jab for the left, then follows it with a right cross, low, going for her ribs.

She knows that if she doesnt hit him hard and fast at the right spot, she can be in more trouble than it worth, hearing his words while off the ropes coming toward her, she gotta be aware of his moves and make it count.

When Army coming at her with that jab, all she can do is using her arm to go under his to pushes off, divert the attack away from her before his incoming hook going for her ribs, which she end up taking the hit. "Unnnngh!"

But AOBA got an idea, letting him hit her so that her arm could wrap around his arm, pulling her free arm back tighten her fist before going to lunge at him, up close point blank to straight punch right toward to his face. "HMPH!"

Ah, the good, old reliable one-two. Never fails, never fails.

Army's fist finds pay dirt, but all this success gets to his head - not quite as defensive as he should be, and he pays for it when AOBA traps his arm under - he starts to pull it back and finds her grips a bit stronger than he would have imagined. Before he has time to ponder that too much, her fist rocks him square in the jaw and he lurches back, eyes closed with the pain and surprise of it, raising his hand to put up a half-baked defense.

With AOBA able to get the upper hand a bit right now when she manage to hit him not the face but more of his jaw, so now seeing him in a defensive mode with only one arm thanks to her holding onto the other, maybe she can start weaken him to get her chance to make a comeback.

"Unnnnn..... thought you wouldnt put yourself.... in defense..." Her back slowly getting better and thankfully not worse yet, she'll have to keep his mind focus on other things like keeping himself in defense, the busty brawler using her free arm to reach around the back of his head to pull down slightly toward her where it wouldnt bother her for having his face bury between her cleavages, nothing would embarrass her that easily even if shes topless. She would try to get him in position so that her knee would take turn raising up and hitting him in the rock hard abs, going to chisel down to soften up.