Akino Sanada vs Armando ‘Army’ Rodriguez - This Is Awkward

Army was seriously considering tapping right about now, and that thought brought him no real joy. He’d already submitted more times than he wanted to in this league, and it always left a bad taste in his mouth. Losing was one thing. Getting beat so bad that you couldn't get your shoulders off the mat. A knockout? Hell, that was the sort of thing he’d been trained to deal with since he could walk, a part of his life. Not something he could be happy about, either, but boxers had to live with that reality all the time.

But tapping out? Giving up? That was hard thing to shake off. More so when he was forced to do it by a one-eyed pervert in a kinky maid outfit.

”Yeah, can’t see why you two broke up, you’re so nice.” Army grumbled as he continued to fight his way forward. ”Not like you’re obsessed and psychotic and too horny for your own good or-”

He had a whole list of things to rattle off, but it didn’t seem like Akino was too keen on hearing them. He cried out as his arm was given one final, hard twist, and then he was promptly hauled to his feet...only for her to whip him about with ease and drop him flat on his back again. In utter agony, all he could do was roll about and nurse his battered arm, hissing curses through his teeth. ”Stupid, fucking, crazy, cyclops, goddamn…”

Although Akino's depraved behavior in this match may have inadvertently slotted her for a pending psych evaluation from AFW management watching from the gorilla position, she herself would find the entire exercise pointless given that she already knows she's not crazy. A mindset that was hardly encouraging however given that mentally unstable people always view their actions as completely rational...and merciful rationale was clearly taking a backseat to Akino torturing the Hispanic striker's arm with a judo toss back towards the middle of the ring. She knew better than to allow Armando to get another rope break in this match, and she also knew a few takedowns that came in handy when squaring off against guys twice her size and muscle mass.

"Mmm~...lookit you, casanova. Jus sayin all the right things to get me hotter than the Sahara~...But whaddya say we skip the dirty talk and get right to the climax, so to speak~..." Akino uttered with a sadistic adorability to her voice, arching herself over Army with both hands propped against her knees as if she was looking down at a precocious puppy dog. But soon afterward those gloved hands of hers would find their way into his scraggly hair to escort him upward before stuffing his head between her smooth thighs, an experience most men dream of. At least before she nimbly hopped up and over until she was hanging upside down with her belly against his back, now clenching her legs tightly with both of his arms pinned to the sides in her Kumonosu submission.

Army didn’t know what was about to happen, but he strongly suspected it was going to suck. As it turned out, he was completely right.

She was working him up, stuffing his head between her legs in what he’d first assumed was a powerbomb position. Watching her try to use that move on him would’ve been amusing, to put in a nice way, but that wasn’t to be. She had something a little more practical and a lot more painful in mind.

”Nonononono-” Army blurted out as she clenched her thighs around neck like silken noose and pulled at his arms, robbing him of any chance to tap out or even give a verbal submission. All he could do was twist his head from side to side, gagging, desperate to squeeze out even the slightest wisp of air while she choked the life out of him. He wanted to try and reach the ropes, but that would require things like ‘moving’, and his body wasn’t currently about that sort of action.

All he could do was hang there, eyes to the sky, choking, waiting for the end to come. Just what she was going for, he’d bet.

Man, Carmen really did know how to pick them

What Akino wouldn't give to somehow be capable of witnessing the strangled struggles of poor Ol' Armando at this very moment. Ah well...she'll just have to make due with imagining how he must look gagging for breathes betwixt her creamy thighs squeezing the life out of this poor bastard with her pantied ass directed skyward. Luckily for Akino she had a pretty sadistic imagination...unluckily for Armando, she had every intention of milking this for all it's ruthless worth.

"Come on, big boy!!! Ain't you gonna fight back!?!? Show me some of that Latino Heat!?!? Least you can do is stop squirming so damn much, makes it easier for me ta get my rocks off here!!!" Akino maliciously bellowed with a dilated psychosis to her eyes, and explaining what the grinding wetness against the back of his neck was. The ruthless maid squeezing down with all her might and hyper-extending Army's limbs behind him in a submission no-one could see him escaping...and this included the perturbed referee badgering Army with questions regarding his submission before seeing the fluttering listlessness to his eyes as a sign to signal for the ringing of the bell.

Carmen had been watching this, all of it, since the match began. She’d heard about it shortly before it began, texted by a referee friend who was just as surprised as anyone. Thankfully she’d been in the area getting some supplies for dinner, and the arena wasn’t far away. The match had started just as she found a parking space, and she was able to watch it live on her phone as she made her way to the arena.

Needless to say, she didn’t much like any of it. She didn’t like her ex-girlfriend using her brother as a scratching post. She didn’t like him taking the lumps that were, by all rights, meant for her. She didn’t like this matter coming back to bite her now, a part of her life she had regrets about but thought was all but buried. She didn’t believe in karma, but it was hard to not believe there was some cosmic hand in all of this, like fate itself was trying to make sure she couldn’t outrun her problems.

Either that, or one of the bookers was a jerk who knew too much about her personal affairs and was exploiting an old beef to pop a rating. That, too, was a distinct possibility.

It didn’t matter. Right now, her only thought was stopping this before it went too far, if it hadn’t already - and it kind of seemed it had. When she came out from behind the curtain, powerwalking towards the ring in black jeans and leather jacket, she saw Akino in the ring, getting ready to choke Army clean out. Not just in any hold, either - her finisher. The same one she’d used when they met, in a far more innocent setting. She knew well how dangerous it could be, and how Army wouldn’t have much choice to quit if Akino didn’t give him the air to speak. The woman could’ve finished her brother off with anything, she had a wide assortment of submission moves, but no, she went with the one that would knock him out in the most humiliating way. This wasn’t a match anymore, it was punishment.

”Akino!” She came to ringside and slapped the apron, getting her ex’s attention if she didn’t have it already. ”You’ve made your point! Enough! Let him submit!”

Years of belittling victimization and repressed self-loathing were not a particular wholesome combination to have fester within you...especially if given enough time to have it truly rot away at your core. But whether it was being the pathetically slavish servant to Chloe via contracted servitude, suffering debasing loss after another, the darkened pits of depression she wallowed away in, only to have it all culminate with the heart-wrenching sting of betrayal from your former lover taking the lowest road to defeat her in a match...all of it was like a swirling maelstrom tearing her apart from the inside out. So Akino had expectedly reached her breaking point upon being forced to confront her past feelings in the manner of literally confronting Armando, the poor hapless sap caught in the middle of all of this who genuinely deserved none of this tortuous vitriol being heaped upon him. Poor guy just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and related to the wrong person. Though even Akino didn't know what would happen when she eventually broached that breaking point...

...but apparently it was becoming a frothing, psychotic pervert who gets off on squeezing the fucking life out of people and hearing them gurgle their last breathes before turning into limped jelly in her chokehold. Probably not what activists thought of when referring to woman feeling "empowered" again, but to each their own, Akino figured. This was all was liberating as it was cathartic, like she had finally taken control back of her life. Akino envisioning all the people who screwed her over being lulled to sleep between her thighs. Up to and including-*Carmen?* Akino thought to herself as she could have sworn hearing a very familiar voice, the cosplaying maid peeking between Army's legs to spot the source of that voice. Even when upside-down, she could recognize the figure at ringside. The rest of the world suddenly becoming noticeable again as her bloodthirst receded, noticing the ring bell chiming off repeatedly and the referee pleading with Akino to release the hold. *...fun's over, I guess.* Akino solemnly releasing Army's limbs while motioning forward to have him slump down to the canvas, allowing her to unasphyxiate Armando and climb back to her feet. A medical personnel attending to Army as Akino stood beside him, adjusting her frilly maid outfit and purposely avoiding eye contact with Carmen the entire time.

Carmen tensed up as she waited for Akino to do...whatever she was going to do, here. To be honest, she wasn’t sure how she’d react. The Akino she’d known didn’t get off on torturing guys who couldn’t fight back...well, okay, she sort of did, but more in the vein of kinky fun, not so much out of spite.She didn’t like the idea of jumping in the ring to break up a match, knew Army would whine about it, but she was prepared to slide in and make her former lover let go if she had to.

Thankfully, push never came to shove. Akino let Army go, and he collapsed into a lifeless, convulsing heap on the floor, where he was shortly swarmed by AFW medical staff. Carmen looked on, surprised, not sure what to make of her ex-girlfriend, before the familial instinct kicked in and she slid into the ring to join them, kneeling by Army’s side.

He was okay. Battered, wrung out like a dishrag, but breathing. While she was no expert, it didn’t seem like he’d taken any serious damage. She’d seen him bounce back from worse. His body would recovered.

His pride, though...yeah. That was a story for another day.

Carmen didn’t look away from him, stayed close by, but her former love hadn’t been forgotten in all of this. ”Can you…” She sighed, gaining a little mental momentum before she tried to speak again. ”Do you mind waiting for me, backstage? Just for a while? We can talk.”

Seeing Carmen again whilst still in her perverted stupor was like a bucket of ice cold water being splashed down upon her. Which was rather strange considering that there was a time when seeing Carmen again would have had the exact opposite effect. But right now, there was only a sense of melancholic regret and scorned sadness from when last they spoke. When words were spoken that Akino bets they both wish were never uttered. If strangling poor Armando may have seemed a tad excessively sadistic, it might have been because Akino happened to be envisioning all of the people who had made her life utterly miserable, embarrassed her in the ring...but not Carmen...the person who had broken her heart.

The maid repelling her hand in irritation from the referee attempting to raise it in victory, keeping her attention on the task of flipping down her upturned skirt (to the booing irritation of a vocal majority) rather than her ex-girlfriend beside her. "...I'm not sure what really needs to be said between us. I think we've made our positions crystal clear last time, didn't we?..." Akino utter her waning farewell under her breath before turning her back on Carmen and this entire scenario, trudging up the ramp with nothing on her mind except a warm shower...and the aching regret over not having taken that chance to hash things out with her. *...stupid,stupid,stupid...*