Army vs AOBA - Beatdown

Well, hello there, breasts. This is certainly not a move you typically have to deal with in a boxing match, no doubt.

Army's really more of an ass man, verdad, but he has to appreciate AOBA's pair - they were quite nice, and while he would be more than happy to motorboat them any other time, he can't help but feel now's not quite right for it. Maybe the knees in his gut are giving him a clue, there.

He takes a good three shots in the stomach, before he jerks up, trying to smack her in the jaw with the top of his head as he goes - if he doesn't do something, she's going to take the momentum. Got to shut that down.

With AOBA trapping his head against her large breasts, doesnt bother her if he get his hands on it and does whatever he wants, her mind is focus and pure when it comes to fighting, thats why she was able to strike him few times to the stomach with her knees. The serious silver haired brawler trying to weaken him enough that she could keep up with more attacks but after her first three shots, he suddenly pulled his head out that slips out of her hand and off her chest, smacking her jaw with his skull. "AUGH!"

Her head tilt back from the impact and releasing the hold, it stunned n dazed the beauty brawler, trying to regain her senses as she shook her head and rubbing her jaw, slowly stumbling toward to the ropes or turnbuckle, unsure which one is closer for her.

"Nice pair." He shakes his head and rubs his stomach, sneering. "But if you think a couple of nice tits are going to make me lose a fight, you're out of your goddamned mind."

99 times out a 100, he preferred punching over kicking, but those knees put him in a kicking sort of mood - so kick, he does. He charges forward and shoot his leg up and out, aiming to pop her in the face with his heel at running speed - the Big Boot. Saw Kevin Nash use it a few times, looked painful.

His voice sounded very annoying and arrogant to her, but at the same time, it would be nice to hear it once n awhile so she could punch his face in, twice as hard. Unfortunately at this moment her jaw was hurting cause of his thick skull smacked right into her, feeling bit disoriented that leaving her wide open for his vicious boot to her face. "UGH!"

Knocking her backward right down on the mat, spread eagle for couple of second before turning herself to the side, clutching her jaw again with her face as well, disliking being dominated and she needed to get back in this match, Army is brutal. "Unnnnn.... weak...." provoking him.

A lot of guys might have serious problems going this hard on a woman, but at the end of the day, Army is an equal opportunity ass-kicker - AOBA's shown to be just as tough as any guy he's fought, so she gets the guy treatment. And the full Armando Rodriguez package comes with a heavy dose of pain. Pure, unadulterated pain.

"Pro-Tip - don't talk smack when you're flat on the floor. Doesn't work from down there."

Pulling grabbing hold of her arm, he pulls her feet with a harsh jerk, and sends her running across the ring with a good Irish Whip, right into the turnbuckle.

AOBA continues to get the beatdown by Army, he was definitely wasnt going easy on her whatsoever, the silver haired beauty trying to get up after taking a hard boot to the face, hearing his words of arrogant running his mouth again before grabbing the dazed beauty up to her feet.

"I dont.... care...." she weakly reply to him before whipping right into the turnbuckle which her back slammed right into her, her arms draping over the top ropes preventing herself from falling down, groaning that her head is swimming in pain, trying to regain her focus as she could, couldnt let this man beat her like this.

Uh-oh.

It was tempting. Real tempting. She was in the perfect position, just draped there, open target, begging for it, completely vulnerable. Practically begging for it. He had to go for it. Had to. Just had to.

"El matador." Army moves to the other side of the ring, crouches down to get a good position, then takes off running, full speed across the ring like a big Puerto Rican freight train, 200 plus pounds of mean Latino muscle coming right at her in the form of a spear, looking to plow into her stomach.

The beauty brawler resting in the corner that feeling winded getting thrown around and hitting all over the place, slowly looking up to see where that Army guy up to, noticing hes at the opposite side in position before burst running toward her and she needed to do something before things get worst..... waiting for the right moment when he get close enough and when he does, AOBA hoping to move out of the way so he can make his fatal mistake of running right into the steel pole.

Otherwise, she would take a very heavy spear right into her stomach that double over her and her large breasts pressing over his back, her tight butt pushes out between the top n middle turnbuckle, groaning out loud from the impact.

It was a nice idea, in theory. Somehow, though, while Army is hanging from the middle turnbuckle, groaning in pain while he clasps his bruised and battered shoulder, pain reeling from the impact of his missed hit...he doesn't see it that way.

"Shit. Shit. Fucking..." He falls on his back after a moment, sliding off the turnbuckle. She moved. She fucking moved - Army knew that was a chance, but damn it, she looked like she was dead to the world, hanging there. It should have been golden, that would've been the whole match. Now he's on his back like a turtle, and just about as helpless for the time being.

AOBA was lucky to move out of the way to avoid a terrible crash by the human brawling machine Army, she stumble to the floor after dodging and looking to the side to see him went down on the mat suffering the major pain from the steel pole, at least it was good solid hit for him that gives her a chance to fight back, even if its going to be dirty.

"There no rules... is there?"

She softly asking herself the question while slowly crawling toward to him, close enough before stopping to think quickly that it might not be a good idea, a pride of herself not to use weapons unless its officially a hardcore or anything related type of match, but regardless she wanted him to get punished for beating her so much. Trying to get him roll over on his front and move to sit on his back, instead like he did before with the Camel Clutch, she doesnt have the strong point of applying submission hold at the moment so she'll try to use her more aggressive solution, her fists. Raining down on the back of his head, going to make his brain bouncing around and knock his senses all over the place. "Hmph hmph hmph hmph!"