Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

Match Type: Hardcore Hentai
Match Conditions: First to orgasm, losses. Match continues, even if one person is knocked out.
Stipulations: NHB, Weapons Allowed

*HAM=Hard as a motherfucker



Truth be told, Army was starting to get a little homesick. And horny. A deadly combination for a guy his age.

The AFW matches were good - different, but good. Was nice to mix things up a bit, go against something new and fresh, and truth told, Tokyo was starting to grow on him a bit, even if getting used to being around so many short people was a new thing, not to mention still struggling with the language. Lots to do around the place, even without the matches - for starters, he was having a hell of a time indulging his secret Yu-Gi-Oh fanboyness. Even got set up for an official tournament next month, and scored some rare cards just for it!

...ahem.

But it wasn't home. Wasn't gritty. He missed the smell of sweat, blood, the pavement. The street. No matter how hard a fight got in the ring, it was still a ring. Still rules. Still the sort of experience you'd never get when it's just you and the guy you're fighting and a crowd around you to serve as the only boundary. Real, hardcore fighting - nothing else like it.

On the other side, though, this was probably the longest he'd ever gone without a good fuck. Back home, back in Puerto Rico, he'd built up a reputation, the ladies' man. Here? Here, he was starting from scratch, and it's pretty hard to score when most of the girls can't understand a word you're saying.

So, this would be killing two birds with one stone - in theory, at least; he still had no idea who they were pitting him against. The venue was a surprise, too - this one wasn't in the ring. Instead, they were set up in the AFW parking, set to fight as the sun started going down and the lights came up. Lots of cars to work with - all of them empty, props, of course; no lawsuits waiting to happen. Various weapons and shit laying around. The crowd gathering around the lot to cheer and jeer.

Yup. Just like old times.

Army sat up against a Jeep while he waited for his opponent to show up - it took him all of a minute to get bored, grab a tire iron, and smash the window open to unlock the door, moving inside to see if he could hotwire the damned thing and get some music playing in the meantime. Been a while since he had to do it, just had to get the wires right...

(I have to apologize AGAIN, I was off touring PhD programs and I underestimated how exhausting four hour drives are)

Ro was one of the weirder girls here. One of the few girls who were in Tension, rather than Friction, and had built their careers around hardcore matches. She loved it, the challenge of a no rules, brutal, bloody fight, the idea of not having to hold back, especially against a bigger and challenging opponent. The few guys who had fought her in the ring so far had almost certainly seen that Ro got a big adrenaline rush out of these no hold barred fights. No rules, no refs, nothing that could get in the way of her and her opponent.

If they happened to be a muscley, sexy guy, so much the better.

When Ro was offered this match against a big, sexy Puerto Rican in a falls count anywhere parking lot brawl, there was no way she was going to say no to it.



Finally, Ro emerged in the entrance of the parking lot. She saw her opponent in a car, his back turned to her, it was perfect. Ro took a quick look around, finding a sharp tool on the floor, and began to creep towards him. She silently tried to sneak up on him, coming up behind him as he worked on the car…

She raised the tool up…

“That works better is you use real wire strippers.” Ro said, holding the wire strippers out in her hand of her hands and offering it to Army.

She may be ABOUT to beat him to a bloody shell of his old self and then make him cum, but she wanted music too.

Damn, this was easier before he hit his growth spurt and started slamming his fists into things for a living. When he was still a kid, he'd do stuff like this all the time; pick locks, pick pockets, easy enough. Now? He'd lost some dexterity. His fists were faster, but his fingers were slower. He still knew his way around a car, sure, but for this sort of work he needed finesse, needed a finer hand, needed a tool. Something like a -

The voice took him off guard and he jerked straight up, banging his head on the roof of the car and making it shake. "Ah, fuck!" He stumbled around, rubbing his head - bell hadn't even rung and he was already taking damage. Where'd she come from? He hadn't been paying attention, but even still, he should have heard someone coming up behind him. "Shit, announce your - oh."

He took a wild guess and figured this was his opponent - at least, he hoped. She was barefoot, which answered the question of her sneaking up on him so easy, but he was really interested in everything from the feet on up. The hair, the clothes, the body - she just radiated heat, and what was more, she looked tough - not like one of those skinny girls with breasts that made up, like 30% of her body weight. Like she might give a real challenge on top of the other thing he was interested in.

And she was a redhead. Got to love redheads.

"Gracias, hermosa." He took the wire strippers and handed her his iPhone. "Got a jack in here, pick out any music you like."

He hopped back in and went back to work, much easier now with the help. Wouldn't take a minute. "Armando Rodriguez - Army. Pleasure meeting you."

"

Ro chuckled as he hit his head. “Niiiiice, youâ€re gonna end up doing my job for me.” Ro laughed as she handed off the wire strippers, and took the iPhone in exchange. As he went to work on the car, Ro mimed eating the iPhone, which got some chuckles from the small crowd who had paid extra to watch from outside and be allowed to follow them about if they left the lot.

After a few moments tinkering, Ro finally found a song she liked. Luckily she could just go online for any song he didnâ€t have anyway. The moment the car was started and he hooked up the 3.5 jack, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1lBhJZSnr8:2xv9nj8g]What Iâ€m Made Of[/url:2xv9nj8g] by Crush 40 began to blare out of the car.

“De nada, senor!” Ro smirked, using her….admittedly limited High School Spanish. John knew it much better, but she didnâ€t have the benefit of Spanish speaking friends. “Iâ€m Ro, and Iâ€m here to try to beat the crap out of you. Figure youâ€re here to try and do that to me, isnâ€t that convenient?” She chuckled, putting the iPhone back then stepped back. This time, she picked up a rubbish bin lid that was on the ground as she stepped back a few feet.

“Well theres our music, Muscles, letâ€s get fighting.” she said, much to the approval of the crowd.

Direct, sexy, and eager to exact extreme violence on him. Also seemed to know her way around a car. Liking this girl already.

Army finished up the car and she put in her music - good fighting tune, sounded like something out of a fighting game. With the setting and the crowd, he was starting to feel like he'd stepped into Street Fighter.

"Yeah, here for the same thing...and, you know, that other thing." She picked up a trash can lid, already going for the weapons - Army'd hoped they could save the toes for a little later, but she was eager, it looked like. Fine by him - it'd take a lot more than a layer of thin metal to get the drop on him, even if the girl holding it seemed like a tough nut.

"'Your wish is my command, pellirrojo." He balled his fists and moved into an unorthodox stance - left hand cocked and loaded, right hand down and loose. Bouncing on his toes. Working up a rhythm to the music, letting those old familiar feelings start to take hold - Ro was about to get the full experience. "Get ready. Here. I. Co-"He took a big step forward and closed the distance, bold and proud, coming at her full blast and sending a 1-2 combination right at her - a right jab followed by a hammering left cross, both going straight to her face - two Puerto Rican torpedoes.

“Heh…like a scene out of Street Fighter.” She chuckled to herself. Evidentally, Ro had had the same thought as Army. She grinned as Army came in. In truth, she didnâ€t pick up the rubbish bin lid to attack Army with. It was one of her favorite things because it was a momentum changer, if her opponent didnâ€t pay attention it could quickly turn his attack into a failure.

Ro smirked, getting ready to lift the rubbish bin lid, but Army stopped what he was saying in the middle and it took Ro off guard for a second. His right jab smashed into the lid, but she didnâ€t have time to move it to intercept his cross and it connected with her jaw hard!

“FUCK!” she shouted, then tossed the lid away. She charged right into Army, her jaw in agony, and sent a jab and a hook combo aimed for his chest and face, trying to counter.

Army smirked at the Street Fighter comment - always nice to meet another fan, especially beautiful female ones. "Thinking the same thing. Got it on my Xbox at the apartment - go a round after we get done, here?" He shrugged. "After you wake up, anyway."

The right jab landed on the lid, hit metal - not the most pleasant feeling in the world, but he'd punched harder things; sent a sharp pain through his fingers, nothing he couldn't live with.

The cross was much more successful, though - that was one of his best punches, and it connected like a dream. Army brought it back with lazy ease, figuring he could play this cool - Ro looked tough, but that would lay her out for a few seconds, at least. Right?

Wrong. Oh, so, wrong.

She came back and gave as good as she got, surprising Army so much that both her punches landed right on - the jab smacked off his chest, not pleasant but not too painful, but the hook? Ro had one mean goddamn hook. That one connected right on his jaw - Army couldn't know exactly how much Ro's own jaw was hurting, but after that punch, he felt like he could make a reasonable guess.

"FUCK!" With her in his range now, he reached out and tried to grab her by the shoulder, tie up with her and slam her against the van with enough force to dent the metal.

“Now now, save the flirting for the hentai half of the fight.” Ro said, trying to tease him more than anything.

The rubbish lid clanged as he hit it, but she had soon thrown it away. Yeah, Ro was in A LOT of pain…but her whole thing was hardcore fights, plus she was pissed. Pissed Ro is deadly. And Roâ€s hook was just as deadly.

Roâ€s slightly red face smirked as he shouted out his own curse, but soon the smirk was wiped off of her face as he grabbed her and slammed her into the car! She felt the metal denting where her ass had hit it and groaned, arching her back. Thrown off by the impact, she tried to get her foot off ad kick him away, but the pain from being smashed into the van made her slower than she had been a minute ago.

He got a hold of her easy enough, but Army had the distinct feeling that getting a hold of Ro wasn't the problem - it was keeping her there. That was easily the hardest punch he'd taken since he got here, from any women he fought - hell, his sister didn't hit that hard.

...he was crushing on this girl, a bit. Sure never met someone like her back in Puerto Rico.

She was still reeling from the slam when she kicked out, hitting him in the side, hurting - but not too much. That one was slow, the pain wearing on her, and he managed to catch it under his arm. He reeled back with his other arm and tried to slam two quick right hooks straight into her thigh, crashing hard into the muscle and digging in with each strike. Definite bruises.

Ro had to admit, there was also a lot in Army to find atactive…but she was alittle too busy having fun with this to think about it. Even now that he wasnâ€t in a great position, she was still loving the rush of this fight. There was nothing held back, it was raw and primal. That was how she liked it.

“Rargh! Get off my legs!” she shouted in anger as his fists dug in and rubbed into her muscles, leaving deeeeeep red marks, as red as her hair, which would definitely be bruised. She reached out and grabbed for his throat, trying to squeeze hard on it and use it for a grip to take him and swing. This time, she tried to swing HIS back into the van, pushing off as she did.