Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

The patrons started to scatter, wisely figuring they did not want to be in the middle of this at all. "You people are nuts!" Leaped over the counter and nearly ran over Army on her way out.

"Little crazy yourself, lady." Army watched her go with a smirk, glad they had some privacy, but he should've known better than to turn his back on Ro. Even on bottom, she was deadly. Hell, especially on bottom.

He looked back and suddenly found himself staring at Clyde Fucking Gastin, which just so happened to be the exact last thing he ever wanted to see while in this position with a woman. It blotted out his vision and gave Ro a free shot right in his face, hitting so hard that some stars started to form. Maybe even a constellation or two.

She was trying to get under his skin, and while he couldn't really be all that mad, he had to get her back just a little. He couldn't see her, but he didn't need accuracy for what he had planned. All he did was jump up and moved to the side, driving his knee down to where he guessed her stomach was.

She was trying to get under his skin, and while he couldn't really be all that mad, he had to get her back just a little. He couldn't see her, but he didn't need accuracy for what he had planned. All he did was just up and moved to the side, driving his knee down to where he guess her stomach was.

Ro was doing exactly that, trying to irritate Army, or at least get a rise out of him, for her own amusement. Growling, Ro grinned and tried to shove him off…only to gasp out in pain! Army had missed…and his knee had smashed into her right boob! “AGhhh fuck my tit!” Ro moaned out, gasping and dropping the shirt, which fell on the floor.

Groaning, she held her boob for a moment, then quickly reached out and tried to tear open his pants for revenge, trying to get at that cup!

Oooo, nasty. That hadn't been his target, to say the least. He liked Ro's chest. A lot. He was looking forward to unwrapping them like a present later. Damaging them wasn't high on his list of priorities, but what was done, was done. No hard feelings. Right?

Wrong.

Before he could follow up, Army's schnitzel and tatters were put in immediate danger, as Ro made a mad grab for this, like she could rip clean through his pants. Maybe she could do that with her bare hands, maybe she couldn't, he didn't want to find out. "Back!" He picked up the shirt, rolled it up, and whipped it in her face, snapping it hard. "Back I say!"

It took about a second for Ro to realizing tearing it was dumb, so she focused on unzipping them. She got the zipper all the way down, when a tee-shirt finally snapped her face. “Fuck, what…fuck!”

This FINALLY made the fiery red head have to stop for breath, putting her arms up to block her face while she panted, squirming and trying, in vain, to get from under the heavier guy.

Saved by Clyde Fucking Gastin. This was a dark day, indeed.

Whatever the reason, she was stunned, but he had a very, very short window to work with here. He had to make it count. He had to get crazy. Crazier. He had to bring the pain in a little bit harder than usual to keep her down for any real amount of time.

He got off her and scrambled on top of the check out counter and jumping, coming down on her with a falling knee. High-flying wasn't his style, but it's not like jumping off things took any real skill. And few things were more damaging than a 200 pound flying Puerto Rican.

“Stupid…gah!...” Ro mumbled, coghing a bit. When Army finally got off of her, the adrenaline that had let her shrug off the pain in her back had warn off and she suddenly realized that she wa slaying on painful and jagged metal and plastic. Groaning, she rolled to get her back off of it…

Only for Army to jump down and SLAM into her spine, driving her abs into the DVDs! Ro coughed and gagged, writhing desperately, grabbing DVD cases and throwing them randomly backwards at Army while she pounded her feet and fists.

Army couldn't help but notice that Ro looked sexy when in pain. Maybe that wasn't the healthiest, thought, sure. Then again, it was hard to imagine Ro not looking sexy, whatever she was doing. Like throwing DVDs in his face, for instance. She even made that work.

"Ow, hey!" He slapped a few away after he took the first one in the face. It was a desperate move, though - he had her, for the time being. The question was going to be what he did with it.

Reaching, he grabbed her by ankle and wrapped his hand tight around it, getting a good grip. "Like this store. Let's take a tour." He pulled back and swung her around, trying to throw her straight through a cutout of John Mitchell.

Before Ro realized what was happening, she CRASHED into a card board cut out of her best bud… ‘Oh, hey John.” She mumbled as she lay on the ground, the cut out beneath her, and tried to roll onto her back.

Desperate to grab anything, she found a fake plastic Tension Champion belt int his area. She grabbed it and held it up like a shield, ready to block or strike army with it.

Army followed after, kicking away a piece of the cutout as he closed in. "You know the champ?" Guys didn't fight guys as far as Army knew, so he hadn't paid much attention to Mitchell or anyone he hung out with. Shame, too, might have caught some of Ro's earlier matches if he did. He'd have to go back and look them over, now. For educational purposes, of course.

He stopped when she picked up the Tension belt. Plastic. Not exactly a big threat, but why take a risk? Especially when he had other options. Like, say, grabbing the bean bag chair that was designed to vaguely resemble Akashi, picking it up, and dumping the whole thing ring on Ro's face.

“Since we were kids.” Ro said with a smirk, still holding up the belt. “You coming here or wh…put that down!” Ro shouted when she saw the big bean bag chair.

Ro threw the belt away and tried to scramble to her feet, but before she knew it, she was being facesit by Akashi! She wansâ€t even in tension! Ro gasped, struggling for breath underneath the beanbag chair, and tried to throw it off of her!