Hana Fujioka vs. Army Rodriguez ~Big Guy, Bigger Girl~

Hana continued to cry out, to shudder and bend within the arms of Army, her body continuing to be squeezed by the powerful boxer. She was almost, almost to her breaking point, and truth be told, if she was back home, she might have finally submitted.

But the sounds of the crowd's cheers and clapping hit her ears. It was a reminder that this was her big debut, her big moment to shine. If she had given in now, not only would she look bad, but it would look bad for everyone she had left behind back home.

And then, then she heard Army's words, as he began to rock her side by side, shaking her out of her daze. She could feel his arms growing tighter, but his words, somewhere between a taunt and a plea, brought her completely back to reality. Her screams, her cries, her pained shouts began to grow quieter, into a low moaning, and she lowered her face back down, her eyes burning as she glared back into Army's own.

She inhaled sharply through her nose, taking in a deep breath, and began to focus. She began to dig down deep, trying to push the pain of the bearhug out of her mind, trying not to think about it too hard. Instead, she focused on herself, on her own assets. She was big. She was strong. She knew she had more then enough strength to break free from this.

Her arms began to flex, her muscles starting to bulge, as Hana began to focus. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, she began to push out with her arms, trying to power her way out of Army's hold, staring intently into his eyes as she did so, never once breaking her eye contact with him.

For a moment, Army really thought he had it. Hana looked like she was done, she felt like she was done. She was so close that there wasn't a muscle on her body that he couldn't account for, and all of them seemed to be rapidly fading. That match, badass as it was, had ended, and he was starting to wonder how the referee would call the knockout when she couldn't lift Hana's arms.

Then he saw it. It started out a tiny spark. Nothing, barely there, but Army swore he saw something magical. A glint in Hana's eyes, a small speck of flame in the wind. And it was growing. It was consuming. It was getting bigger, stronger, hotter with each second. All the sudden, Army wasn't looking in the eyes of someone who was about to give up, but someone who'd just begun to fight.

Army glared back at her, every bit as intense, and pressed his forehead into Hana's like two rams trying to dominate a hill. Flesh against flesh, skull against skull, hardening as he ramped up the power. Even the steam from their nostrils seemed to be fighting each other, as every hot breath they took blew back against their faces.

"This it? This all you got?" Army clamped down so hard on his hands that he swore he would break the fingers. He kept expecting her to peek out and give in, thinking she had to be reaching her maximum soon, but it didn't happen. It was like she had this bottomless well of power to sap her energy from, and she kept on going deeper and deeper. All of the sudden, She-Hulk seemed like the wrong name for her. She-Hulk didn't typically get stronger the madder she became. Hana Fujioka did.

"Ain't got nothing. Ain't...got..." Army faught until the last breath, held the lock until his pinkies were the only thing left of it. But in the end, there was no stopping what couldn't be stopped.

Hana broke free.

Army roared as his arms went flying to sides and his muscle flared in agony. She hadn't even hit him yet, but the backlash from the broken hold was more than enough of a slam in the face. Combined with the crowd's defeaning cheers, getting a straight thought together was becoming amazingly difficult.

For a brief moment, Hana almost considered giving in again. It was hurting her just as much to try and power out of Army's crushing hold as it was to just stay there and take it! She could feel her entire body straining, desperately trying to find the strength to break free.

But then, she started to make a little headway. She could feel Army's arms growing looser. And looser. And looser still, until finally, finally, she exploded outwards, one last surge of power to break Army's bearhug. She let out a mighty, deep roar, a feral sound exploding from her throat as the hold from broken, Hana thrusting her arms up into the air in a moment of victory for herself.

Only for a moment though. Her body began to move on it's own, her instincts as a wrestler taking over completely. Without wasting any time, she suddenly lunged in towards the shocked Army, one of her arms swinging out to the side, the mighty woman trying to slam it into Army's chest for a stiff, close clothesline.

Even with Army's limited experience, he could make a pretty solid guess on what Hana was about to do. He was wide open, completely vulnerable to any and all attacks. He'd already gottten a good sense of the moves she favored, and in this instance, she'd need something fast, powerful and reliable. Her wrecking ball of a clothesline fit the bill.

He knew what Hana was about to do...he just couldn't do a damn thing about. All he could do was eat it, take the blow hard on his chest and get knocked flat on his ass for the fourth time in the match. Or third. He was losing count, a bad sign by itself.

"Ah, shit." Army's eyes were screwed tight from the pain, and he took a moment to run his hands through his hair as the pain ran its course. "Goddamn. Just let me...one sec, one sec." He tried to roll over to his hands and knees, wanting to make the slow journey to his feet. He wasn't sure how to come back, but standing straight would be the first step, regardless.

Army went down, and Hana heard his plea for 'just one second', but she knew better then to give him that second. If he really wanted the see the badass Hana Fujioka, then that was exactly what he was going to get.

When he rolled over, onto his hands and knees, Hana moved behind him, reaching down to wrap her firm, muscular arms around his waist. She started to lift upwards, trying to 'help' him get back up onto two feet. Once Army was standing again, she kept her arms tight around him, squeezing him close to herself, as she leaned in, giving him a soft whisper, her voice stern, but with just a hint of playfulness to it.

"No. This is what I've got, little boy."

No sooner did the words leave her mouth, did Hana's grip suddenly tighten harder around Army. She hesitated for a moment, trying to pull in her strength. She was still hurting, and tired, and her body still ached, but she wanted to pay Army back for the brutal, potentially crippling bearhug. She took a second to draw her strength together, and then she let out a deep roar, hauling Army off of his feet as she lifted him into the air, throwing him up and over for a big, explosive German suplex!

The first sign of Army being in trouble was Hana's shadow casting over his body from behind. The ceiling lights made her silhouette appear bigger than it really was, and given how big the owner really was, it seemed like he had a true giant closing in on him.

The second sign happened as she lifted him back to his feet, hauled him up with the same ease that Army typically had with his own opponents. She spoke quiet but powerful words in his ear, and it was the first time he could think of where a beautiful woman whispered to him without exciting him. No, there wasn't anything sensual, here. Just an uneasy feeling of overwhelming dread, mixed with a little impending doom.

Army groaned as Hana's hold around his waist turned into iron, clamping down on his ribs with her inexorable grip. For a second, he thought she was going for a bearhug, get a little payback and even the score. If that was the case, she was making a big mistake by letting his arms go free, and he'd gladly demonstrate the error.

But, no, no such luck, and Army saw why with the final sign, as he was sent flying through the air and the entire arena turned upside down.

Army crashed hard on his shoulders as Hana dumped their combined weight right on them. She didn't just slam him, she nearly planted him in the ring, and the impact shook every bone in his body. He couldn't struggle, he couldn't fight back, all he could do was stare at the roof between his legs and wonder how awesome this all looked to the crowd.

The answer? Pretty awesome. Carmen could attest to that, and she voiced her approval with a whistle. She was still in Army's corner, but a good move was a good move. No harm in acknowledging that.

Hana let go of Army, after driving him into the mat with her suplex, and closed her eyes, lying there beside of him for a moment. She was panting, her breath ragged, her chest slowly and unsteadily rising and falling up and down, over and over. She needed to rest. She wanted to rest, and she wished she could rest. Army had pushed her far, and she wanted to say it was further then anyone had pushed her before. She was tired, and hurting, and wanting to rest, but she knew she didn't have the time to spend lying there. She had to end this.

She opened her eyes, and took a deep breath, rolling herself over onto her belly. She lifted her head towards Army, looking at him as she reached out, moving to roll him onto his back. Then, the giantess crawled forwards, her body slipping onto Army's, pushing down against him as she reached for his leg, to pull it up and into a pin. She wanted to try and end this here. She had no clue if this time Army would stay down long enough for the three-count, but there was no harm in trying it again.

The referee rushed forward, and dropped to the mat, her hand slapping the canvas as she began to once again call out the count. "One...!" came the cry, and Hana closed her eyes, part of her ready for this to end, but another part of her secretly hoping that Army still had some fight left in him...

Army went away for a moment.

Maybe he was unconscious for a flash, maybe his brain was so scrambled it just dropped into daydream mode. Whatever the case, he had a brief interlude to consider how fun this was. How, if he'd stayed the course with boxing, he would have never met Ro, or get to dress up and fight like this, and how he'd never have a match that was as fun and hardcore and just outright testing as this was. He'd have made more money, but life would be a lot less interesting, and for the first time, Army came to a realization: he liked wrestling more than boxing.

Army smiled at the thought, but it turned into a hard frown as Hana rolled him over and draped her body over his, going for the pin. The crowd's cheers made it hard to ignore, and Carmen's scream made it impossible. "Army! Up!"

"2...!"

The referee's hand was halfway down before Army's shoulder jerked up and broke the pin. Almost a photo finish.

"Disappointed?" He chuckled, but cut it off when he realized that laughing hurt.

"Just a little..." Hana smiled back at Army, groaning as she pushed herself up to her knees, shaking her head back and forth. Almost. She was so close to victory, she could almost taste it.

She started to climb up to her feet again, and this time she backed off from Army, giving him room to get up on his own. She gestured towards him, urging him to get back up.

"On your feet, little boy," she called down to him, trying to keep her breath steady, trying to keep her nerves calm. "If we're gonna finish this, we're going to do it right, so get back up and come and get it."

She grinned at him, and flashed him a wink afterwards, but she couldn't deny her anxiousness. They were both tired, and worn down, and this match could still go either way.

Army was glad that Hana gave him time to back to his feet. Very sporting, and he sure as hell needed it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He grumbled and rolled to his front, moving around like he'd just woken up. Maybe he had, in a few ways. "Be careful what you wish for."

Army started to rise up, and on the way he did something he rarely did in these situations: he tried to plan his next move. He wasn't sure he could summon enough stamina to really wail on her like last time, and with her popping off suplexes like that, getting close was a big risk. He'd lucked up before, but he wasn't sure how many more narrow escapes he had left in him.

He'd made his way up to one knee, when he heard Carmen call out to him. "Hey, Army." She gave him a quick wave and snapped her fingers to get his attention. "This look familiar?"

It took him a second to process what she was saying, but yeah, it did look familiar. Carmen had been in a similar position with an opponent a few weeks back. Army was at ringside, then, and he remembered the move she'd done. It wasn't something he'd ever tried before, but hey, there'd be a first time for everything.

Army sprang out of the crouch and leaped as high as he could, hoping his jumpshot wasn't too rusty. He turned to the side in midair, shot his legs out, and tried to slam his heels into Hana's chest with a dropkick. It was a sloppy move, showed his inexperience, and he'd probably land on a bad angle...but that didn't make it weak.