Army vs. Charlie: Boxer Against Flyer

Charlie felt better as the crowd cheered... he was getting something of a second wind, even though his whole body was hurting like hell. For a split second he thought about applying an armbar or other submission. He should play it safe and wear out Army's arms to take away some potency from his punches. The problem is playing it safe wasn't Charlie's style.

Charlie knew that the crowd would keep cheering him on if he gave them a reason to. Charlie ran towards the ropes, jumping up onto the middle rope and backflipping in Army's direction. What better way to do that than a springboard lionsault? Sure this could crash and burn hard... but no risk meant no reward.

Okay, Charlie had a solid strategy going on here, but Army was reasonably sure he could figure out the puzzle. He needed to go to the corner, so the counter was obvious - just stop the guy from going to the corner. No matter what, he had to keep the fight on the ground. So long as Charlie had to face him head on, Army would win. Might take a while, but he'd win.

There was one, minor flaw in the plan: Charlie didn't need to get into the corner in order to fly.

Army had just started to get up when Charlie came crashing down on him again, dropping him back on the mat after her bounced off the ropes. Army had almost completely forgotten wrestlers could even do that sort of thing, but this was a hard reminder. "For fuck's sake..." He groaned, eyes shut with pain as he tried to recover.

Now Charlie was cooking, even though he did feel a bit of pain from landing his lionsault successfully. Charlie was nothing but adrenaline, the crowd noise, actually flying around the ring again.... it all made him feel like he was on cloud 9.

Now, it was armbar time. Chrlie wormed his way over to Army's side and did all he could to set up the armbar. He wanted to make sure it was locked in so he could apply pressure without Army powering his arm free. "Not used to that sort of pace huh?" Charlie said as he began to go for the submission.

Army thought Charlie was just going to go up top again, but apparently even he had some limits to how much he could throw his weight around. Instead, he kept it grounded, trying to get Army in a submission. By attacking his arms, of all things.

Army might be going down, but he'd be damned if he let it be because his best weapons were broken. Instead of pulling away, he powered into the hold and tried to turn on his side against Charlie's legs, make him bunch up. If he could just get close enough, he'd be able to throw a punch with his free hand into Charlie's stomach, make him regret taking the fight down to the mat.

Charlie thought that taking out Army's arms was a good, logical idea. Whooops. Charlie had the hold set in for a moment before Army arranged a meeting of his fist and Charlie's midsection. The unexpected hit was enough to not only make Charlie break the hold, but it completely knocked the wind out of him!

Charlie let go of the hold and rolled away from Army for some space, but was slow getting to his feet. He opted to stay back and make Army close the gap again, looking to go on the defensive until he got his breath back.

And, once again, Charlie learned the dangers of being within Army's striking range. One way or another, that point was getting driven home.

Charlie was looking to get his breath back and catch a breather, but if he thought Army was going to let that happen, he was living in a fantasy world. Army was up right after him, and as soon as he got his feet under him, he surged forward and came at the flying squirrel with a fierce tackle, enough momentum to take them both clean through the ropes.

From the frying pan into the fire. Charlie hadn't even gotten his breath back when he felt Army tackle him through the ropes! Charlie groaned and rolled around on the mat. His back wasn't numb now, it felt like it was on fire. To make matters worse was the fact that Army was built way better to withstand punishment like this. Charlie? Not so much. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take much more punishment.

Had they still been in the ring Charlie would have been screwed, there's no way he'd kick out of a pin right now. At least out here he couldn't get pinned, but he was in a ton of danger. He had to think of a way to get rolling again, and fast. The announce tables, ring apron and barricades did give him things to jump off of at least. Too bad his mind was racing and his body just didn't seem to want to move.

Taking Charlie through the ropes like that was a bad idea. Army figured that out sometime between the point he made contact with him and the point where they both crash-landed on the floor. Maybe it was the fact that he was now where he exactly did not need to be if he wanted to win this match, or the fact that he bashed his head against the barricade on impact. Either way, not the best strategy.

Army rubbed his battered head and rolled around for a moment, before groggily grabbing onto the barricade and pulling himself up, hoping Charlie was as thoroughly thrashed as he was.

Charlie slowly made his way to his feet, surprised that Army hadn't already yanked him up by the head. Army seemed a bit dazed. Charlie's whole body hurt, but his brain seemed to be working. At least, it was functional by Charlie standards.

Army was up... but needed to use the barricade to pull himself to his feet. It took a lot to get this guy off his vertical base... so why not have Army himself help Charlie's cause? Charlie held his arm out beckoning Army forward. "W-was that the best you can do big guy?" Charlie mocked as best as he could in his incredibly sore state. Charlie wanted to see Army come at him, and once he was close enough he'd drop down kicking Army's feet out from underneath him. Army's forward momentum would work in Charlie's favor..... at least if his crazy scheme went as he planned.

It wasn't too long before Army made his way back up and zeroed in on Charlie, hearing his taunts. He was hurt, sure, but if the stoner thought he didn't have enough in the tank to finish the job, then he was about learn just how dead wrong he was.

"Army, don't-" He heard Carmen called out from behind, but there wasn't any stopping him. He plowed forward with his wheel's blazing, ready to slam into Charlie and go straight through - at least, that's how it worked in his head. In reality, things were a bit more painful.

Charlie kicked Army's feet out at just the right moment, and the last thing he saw before he went straight into unconscious was the top of the barricade, heading towards his face with alarming speed. "Oh, shi-"