Rebecca Tomko vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Unstoppable Force

And, of course, here came the taunting. Not that Army could blame Rebecca - if the situation was reversed, he'd be doing the same thing with Latin flavor. That didn't make it any less irritating, though. "The thought hadn't crossed my mind..."

He wanted to be let go, and that was exactly what he got, just not in the way he pictured. Or liked.

Army knew bad things were coming when she started to squat down, and he knew that whatever was about to happen, it would likely involve getting slammed into the mat with a lot of pain. Sure enough, he was sent flying through the air, ass-over-teakettle, and dropped down on his back with a resounding crash that seemed to make the arena shake.

He broke into a stream of curses after the impact and rolled away, grasping his aching back as the confidence he'd started out with flew away.

"BOOM!" Rebecca yelled out with a smile as Army hit the mat with a thud that echoed throughout the arena, the amazon dusting off her hands for the crowd as she strolled confidently around the ring. The confidence that had been lost in the starting brawl, the one that got her ribs brutally pounded, was back in full force. The Amazon Enforcer was in firm control of the situation, much to the misfortune of the Puerto Rican. "Ready for another ride?" She asked as she reached down, trying to grab Army by the head this time.

Army wasn't even allowed to enjoy the pleasure of laying on his back for long, as a powerful, familiar hand grasped his hair and forced him back to his feet.

"If I said 'no', would you let me go?" He grunted and reached up as he was pulled, vainly tugging at her wrists. Didn't seem to work. If Rebecca Tomko wanted to hold onto your head, there wasn't much you could do until she just decided to stop.

Rebecca paused for a brief moment, as though she was thinking of how to respond, before just giving the expected flat "No," and resumed her work of throwing Army all over Kyoto, trying to get an arm in between his legs to lift the boxer back into the air, this time upside down to add to his growing list of woes.

Yeah, about what Army figured. Couldn't hurt to ask.

What could hurt, though, was whatever Rebecca had planned for him next. His eyes widened as she lifted him up and held him upside down, the start of many, many unpleasant moves that he wanted no part. He was still aching from the last hit, but he summoned up what remaining energy he had and started to struggle, making a feeble attempt at escape.

"Hey!" Rebecca yelled out as Army started struggling in her hands. She didn't have the best of grips on Army while he was upside down, forcing herself to adjust her grip, moving the Puerto Rican to on her shoulder for more comfort. "Take your ass kicking like a man dammit!" She called out, turning to one of the corners and started to charge.

Needless to say, Army didn't find Rebecca's argument all that pesuasive - he was getting out of this, as soon as he could, as hard as he could. As the giantess stomped her way towards the corner with him on her shoulder, he tried to push off and propel himself backward, sending her massive frame right into the turnbuckle. Agility wasn't exactly his thing, but given the alternative, it was worth a shot. [colro=#ff0000]"Ass isn't kicked just yet!"[/color]

"Huh!?" Rebecca let out as Army slipped out of her grasp barely a foot away from the corner of the ring, the boxer's extra little push making it all the worse for the chest first collision into the top turnbuckle, as if her chest wasn't hurting bad enough from the earlier chop battle, the pain was almost enough to bring a tear to the amazon's eye. "God damn it..." she whimpered as she staggered out of the corner, covering her breasts in pain.

Army landed on her feet and immediately dropped to a single knee after he pulled off the escape, as his body started to really suffer under the effects of Rebcca's repeated beating. Taking her on was like going to war, and even though he'd gotten himself a moment's reprieve, he wasn't stupid enough to think he was back in good standings. Ending this soon was the better idea.

He decided to go for the element of surprise, hit her with something she might not see coming and get a quick win. He stayed on his knees as she backed up, and as soon as she was close enough, he brought an arm through her legs, reached up, and pulled her down with a schoolboy, dropping her hard on her shoulder and stacking her for the pin.

The referee dropped down and started the count. "1...!"

Rebecca was still wincing from colliding with the turnbuckles to pay attention to what Army was doing behind her until it was too late, the Amazon staggering back perfectly into the boxer's path just in time to fall backwards onto the mat as Army schoolboy'd her.  "Wha?" She let out, barely able to comprehend how badly things went in the space of five seconds, from throwing fools around to shoulders on the mat, that had to be a new record as the ref counted "Two!" along with the crowd. Before the final hand could come down, Rebecca bit her lip and pushed with her hips, kicking out of the pin for just a two count. It didn't look as though Army was going to get away that easily.