Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

He shook his head. "Still not hearing the magic-"

His bad joke was cut off once by her choking him, this time with her legs, scissoring him from behind. Army planted his feet, tried to keep from getting pulled down, but even with his power,'that's be tough - he reached down, trying to grab her arm, her chest, her hair, anything, but it was a losing battle.

“Abra-Ka-Fucking-Dabra!”

They were in an akward position, now. Ro was bending her lega back towards her head, trying to choke his neck and drag him to his back. This would end with him laying ontop of her, with his feet facing her face. Instead of him falling back, though, he had gripped onto her super soft and flowing hair, pulling it hard while Ro bent him back.

“Gaaah! Get the fuck off my hair!” She let out. As she bent him back, he pulled he rup, and eventually her legs slipped and they ended up with her sitting up, facing him, and him sitting in her lap. Grinning, she leaned in and tried to kiss his lips even while he yanked on her hair…but that was just the prelude to the massive headbutt she sent to his face after she was done kissing him.

Her hair wasn't his first choice - he liked it quite a bit, didn't want to rip out a single strand. But she had so much of it, flying all over, the odds were too good.

It didn't stop him from going over, but it did force her to come along for the ride, putting him in the weird position of being on her lap. He was about to reel on back and cold cock her right in the face...but her kiss stopped that cold.

She was amazing - so fierce, so alive. He kissed back, loving the moment, sighing as she pulled back...then crying out as she slammed her head into face.

He fell back, groaning, but chuckling a bit despite the pain."Oh, man, you're amazing."

“Not so bad yourself…” she said, giving him a sexy wink. She only wished she could hold the kiss a bit longer, but she had to finish kicking the shit out of him.

When he felt back, Ro grinned, then she leaned over him. She kicked her own fists back and started sending blow after blow into his abs, using her position over him to hammer him two or three times…then, she gave en evil laugh, and slammed a fist towards his crotch!

She sounded as impressed by him as he was by her, if not more. Good. Very good. After this was over, they would have to talk. In private. Alone.

In the present, he had the very real problem of having his stomach caved in by Ro's freakishly fast fists; from this position there wasn't much he could do to ward them off - and nothing would stop the low blow.

Fortunately, after his last match where something similar happened, Army had the sense to wear a cup. It hurt - oh my, did it hurt - but it wasn't quite as crippling as it would have been otherwise. He let out a road and bucked, trying to throw her off so he could massage his poor schnitzel and taters.

“OW!...Clever…VERY clever…” Ro had let out a yelp as her fist smacked hard plastic. It hadnâ€t hurt, but it had surprised the hell out of her. Inf act, it had surprised her enough that she was unable to stop herself from being thrown off by Army.

As for that private talk, Ro would be very much in favor of that.

Meanwhile, Ro rolled off to the side and tried to scramble back to her feet, hoping to head over and grab something while Army tried to recover. She managed to find a chain, and grinned as she grabbed it. She cracked it like a whip, aimed right at Army, trying to whip him as he recovered.

He'd honestly felt just a little silly buying a cup, especially considering the sort of match he was gearing up for, but now that the thing had saved him from what would have surely been a painful and somewhat degrading experience, he had to admit - money well-spent, no question.

He managed to get her off him and get some space, but he knew it wouldn't be too long - this girl just could not be kept away. He started to make his way up to his feet, trying to get his bearing. His stomach was blazing, Ro could throw mean punches for a woman. Hell, for a man, too. For anybody. She was a bundle of raw power, and she unleashed it all in insane bursts - not to mention, she seemed tireless.

But that was fine. He was no slouch in stamina, either.

He looked over his shoulder just in time to the chain come down and smack hard into his back. He let out a cry and fell down, grasping the bruised spot were it hit as best he could.

“See the thing about these matches are, when I start to get tired, I can pick up these little fuckâ€n game changers.” Ro smirked as she whipped into Armyâ€s back. That was another benefit of picking up the weapons. They did some of the work and let Ro rest a little whilst Ro still dealt serious damage.

While Army was on the ground, grasping his back, Ro charged over to him. She bundled up the long chain, forming a double thick garrote, and wrapped it around his neck! Ro stood over him, holding the chain like a noose as she tried to strangle him and sap his energy, the crowd giving a shout in approval, some encouraging Ro, some trying to get Army to get up, but all of them admiring both fighters. The crowd seemed to love both of them.

Holy shit, that hurt. There was going to be a big, purple marked down his back in the morning, he was sure of that - definitely a contender for the Top Ten Worst Hits Army's Ever Taken In A Fight, and a strong #3 if you were only counting women.

Army wasn't partial to using weapons, himself - nothing against it, just never his style. His fist were, nine times out of ten, more than enough to get the job done. With Ro, he was starting to rethink that mindset, especially when she came up from behind and started choking the life out of him.

He gasped and gagged, pulling hard on the chain and jerking from side to side as she poured on the pressure - she was using both hands to choke him, though, which meant that her face was wide open. He craned his neck back, trying to get a good look, then threw his fist straight up towards the center of her face.

Ro squeeeezed harder and harder, using the chain to completely cut off his air, and also taking the opportunity to let the chain do the work and catch her breath. One of the DOWNSIDES of weapons, though, was the overconfidence and slackyness that they produced.

While Ro caught her breath and continued to try and crush Armyâ€s neck, she lost focus on those Puerto Rican torpedos. One of them hit her SQUARE in the face! Ro shouted out, dropping the chain with one hand and grabbing her face. She still had her left hand clutching the chain, but as she staggered away and leaned against a parked fork lift, she totally ended her choke.

Roâ€s nose had taken the full force of the blow, a little bit of blood leaked into her hand.