Army vs AOBA - Beatdown

Army tries to hold her down, but she quick and slippery and focused on giving him as much pain as humanly possible - a deadly combination. She starts drilling him all over his body, earning grunts and groans as she works her way up to eventually battering his head around like a speed bag.

She wants space? He'll give her space.

Army places his hands on mat above her head, lifts his legs up, and comes down, full force and full weight, driving his knees into her gut and hammering her into the mat as the crowd looks away from the pain. "Didn't say the magic word!"

AOBA tries to get this man off her body but his weights were too heavy for her especially harder when laying on the mat like that, she tries to punch him hoping to force the man off her in which he did, but not the way how he does it when Army comes down drive his knees hard enough right onto her stomach, a loud gasp of pain shouting right out that folded her over from the impact, laying back down grunting from the pain. "Nghh......"

After that happen, she lay there, panting for air with her arms and legs out, knocking the wind out of her no thanks to Army, her eyes closed and who knows what he have plans for her.

Army draws back his fist, looking ready to plaster her into the floor, beat her black and blue - but he hesitates. Holds back. Remember where he is - the audience calls to him and knocks him back before he goes a little too far. It's not that kind of match.

He takes a deep breath and just presses his arm down over her chest, trying to hold her down for a three-count.

"One!"

"Just...stay...down."

AOBA laying there with him on top, not a pretty sight to see in their position with him getting the upper hand on her, eventually he placed on her chest, those ample breasts, pinning her down as the referee counting down to the first while he telling her to stay down, her eyes slowly open up right after the first count to look at him, panting from exhaustion and pain. "Huff huff...."

Soon hearing the two count she tries to kick out of it before the two count count complete finish. "Nghh.... refuse to...." she said, she wants to continue, she wants to win, she want to keep pushing her body to the limit. "Huff huff...."

Shit, and people told him he was stubborn. This girl was fucking rubber.

He exchanges a glance with the ref, who just shrugs and continues the match - like it or not, they've got to do this hard the way.

"Okay, fine, fine, that's the way it's gonna be." He grabbed her by the hair and gave her a punch straight in the face, over ten years of boxing training exploding right into her skull. Nasty, to say the least, one of his best punches. Especially when delivered like this. "But I warned you. Tried o to be the nice guy."

AOBA refuses to lose nor give up like this, a risk shes willing to take that Army willing to show no mercy by straight hard punch to her face, nearly knocking her out from it as she groaning from the pain, heaving up and down as her legs and arms resting up on the mat, but that punch he just did felt like it was enough for a off switch, her body couldnt move except her breathing, the weaken brave brawler just feel like shes out of energy to move on. "Unnn......"

Suddenly, Army starts to feel really, really bad about the whole thing, and the booing from the audience doesn't help - it's kind of hard to pummel a prone girl in the face and not look like an asshole. "Oh, come on..."

The straight hits her hard and she flops about like a fish, going limp again - he's almost tempted to do the double-tap, just to be sure, but he holds back on it and just tries to pin her again.

"Please just stay the fuck down."

It wasnt for long that he went back down into a pin once again, the crowd booing at him for something really vicious on the busty brawler that forces him just pin her as the referee hurry up with the count, it didnt take long that it went pass two count, AOBA unable to move thanks to that punch he did, though with her eyes open, her head lightly shaking showing she couldnt move that much at all, unable to speak too, just light groans.

He won. Yay.

"Well, now I feel like kicking myself in the balls." And from the overwhelming roar of boos, the audience shares his sentiment. "...oh, come on, she did the same shit to me a few minutes ago and didn't hear a goddamn peep out of anyone; I get on top and hit her like, twice, and I'm the bad guy. Fucking double standards."

For some reason, the audience doesn't buy his mumbled argument too much, and the roar continues as the medics come in to check on her.

He sighs, looking down her way. "Hey." He snaps his fingers to get her attention. "You want a rematch, sometime?"

AOBA couldnt believe her return in the ring in a long time ending up losing to someone whos new to her, lucky chance it seems, panting as she lay there defeated as the medics checking on her condition, nothing too serious unlike her old rival that put her in the hospital twice in a row, this guy showing bit of mercy yet hint of violence when need it.

Eventually while she was getting inspected by the medics, she hear his words asking for a rematch, she stares at him with those crimson eyes, it took her a few seconds before AOBA can respond. "Yes....." before closing her eyes and allowing the medics to do their job to help her whatever they can after this rough match.