Hawkeye vs. Army - Won't Back Down

"...well, okay, you have a point, but, I mean-"

FIner discussion was interrupted when Hawkeye start wailing away on him with a wooden stick, battering him over and over and over on the chest - not a fun time, to say the least, though the audience was lapping it up. Go figure.

Army turned over to his back and started covering his head, crawling forward to try and get some space. Seemed like he struck a nerve, at some point.

Hawkeye was not in the best of moods. Being lifted by her neck, one handed, choked out with such incredible strength, it terrified her. She had never been in that kind of position before, and honestly never wanted to be there again. If that meant she had to beat on this guy with weapons, then that's what she would do.

She followed him, aiming more hard shots on him with the kendo stick, as it's condition degraded with each smack. It was with one rather hard smack, that it broke over his back!

Before this match, he'd thought Hawkeye was pretty hot, considered asking her out on a date...and he still thought she was hot, that hadn't changed. But all the sudden, the date didn't seem like such a hot idea. Something about having a fucking stick broken over his back just sucked the libido right out of him, he was weird like that.

He let out a groan and fell flat on the floor as the stick broke to splinter, his muscles crying out from a break - nothing was broken, he was pretty sure, but damned if it didn't feel that way. His back had to be just one big bruise - and only a minute or two ago, he was winning. Solid. Things changed in an instant.

"Fuck...fuck." He placed his palms flat and tried to push up - emphases on 'tried'.

Hawkeye panted as she threw the stick away. Truth be told, she had gone way overboard with it, probably more than she should have.

"..S...Sorry....Consider that payback for scaring the hell out me with that damn choke..."

She said, dropping to her knees and pushing him over to his back, pressing her chest across his and hooking his leg for a pin.

"Now just stay pinned like a good boy, and maybe I'll make you feel better, alright?

She said a bit softer this time, letting her chest rub against his as a hint. Too be fair, he wasn't unattractive.

Army groaned as she rolled him over and went for the pin, the referee sliding over to start the count.

"1...!"

Her vague offer was tempting, he had to admit- Hawkeye was a looker. He'd never had a think for blondes, truth told, but with a body like that, he could get over it in a hurry. And her body felt good pressed up against him like that - really good. Better than he'd felt in a long time.

"2...!"

But...on the other hand, it's not like Tension had any shortage of hot woman to mess around with, many of whom wouldn't give him the hassle of taking a stick on the back for getting any. Not to mention the humiliation factor - he'd already taken enough lumps with Nada's crazy ass. didn't need to add more to the pile. And to top it off, he was still miffed about getting smacked like that - even for the choke, that was a bit much.

"Yeah...nah." He shook his head and lifted up his shoulder, breaking the count and staying in the match.

"Damnit..."


She cursed as Army kicked out of her pin attempt. She had been counting on that being enough to keep him down too.

Reaching between his legs, she gave a squeeze of his crotch before backing away, needing to find something else to smack against him

"Well...that's a shame. I'll just have to do this the hard way..."

Army made a mental note to invest in a cup.

And that squeeze reminded him of another reason to keep going - a fight was one thing, but some things were sacred. Nobody, but nobody, squeezed his balls, DQ or no DQ. That shit was personal, and he'd damned sure get even.

Gritting his teeth, he made his way up to his knees and started grabbing hold of the apron, using it for support as he started pulling himself up, glaring at her the whole way.

Hawkeye went back in under the apron, digging around for more weapons, even pulling out a ladder, as well as a couple chairs.

She had been hoping her attempt to be flirty, the chest rubbing, the crotch groping, would grant a little charity her way. Either way, she was confident he'd be down for a bit longer after those stick shots, taking her eye off of him as she dug under the ring.

Army wasn't the sort of person to hit a person from behind - he never really need to, being honest, and it was too dirty for his tastes. He always like a straight up fight, wasn't the type to resort to underhanded tactics like that. True, he wasn't perfect, but he had his scruples. A few of them.

Then again, no one had ever dared to pummel his nuts before. Frankly, that was putting him in a sore mood.

As soon as he got up and put two feet on the ground, he rushed towards Hawkeye at full speed, looking to tackle her to the ground with his full weight, whether she turned around in time to see him or not. Hell, especially if she didn't turn around in time to see her. Choke aside, he'd tried to be nice during the first half of the fight, and look where it got him. Fine. Fuck that. If she wanted it rough, rough she'd get.

Hawkeye smirked as she found a table, getting on her knee's in an attempt to pull the table out, before crying out as a large body slammed into her almost out of nowhere.

"AHHH!"


She yelled, taken down to the ground roughly, staring up to see a very large, very angry man above her, causing her to gulp, trying to crawl backwards.


"Uh...uhh...N..No hard feelings?"

She stammered, honestly scared of the angry look on his face, given his strength and position.