Rainbow Mika vs. Army 'Armando' Rodriguez - Cyclone Warning

Army was okay. He was okay. A little loopy, but nothing he couldn’t recover from. He might not have been a ring general like Mika was, didn’t quite have her experience to boast, but if there was one thing he could say, it was that he had stamina. Loads of it. He’d be fine.

...just needed a minute. Woo.

Mika came along to help him with that, oddly enough, though he got the sneaking suspicion it wasn’t an act of kindness or anything like that. That sneaking suspicion was only heightened when she whispered in his ear, something that would normally have inspired emotions far, far away from the dread he was feeling. ”Wait, what are you-”

Army turned his head just in time to find himself staring directly at one of the Top 5 asses in wrestling. It was a great moment, but only that, because that ass crashed into the side of his face in the next instant and sent him reeling. He wound up hitting the mat and rolling a couple of times, a trip that ended with his body chest down, under the bottom rope, with one arm lazily hanging off the apron. ”Heh.” He groaned and blinked a few times as he stared into the canvas. ”Got me. Damn.”

Mika's...well...not-so-frontal assault worked better than expected. Army took the flying ass right to his face, and the impact sent him sprawling into the mat, the momentum causing him to roll end over end before he finally came to a rest near the ropes. Mika didn't even have to see his expression to know that her larger male opponent was dazed from the blow. Maye a little pleased, deep down inside, but mostly dazed.

Hopping back to her feet, Mika moved after the sprawled Army and grabbed for one of his legs. "Hey, no leaving just yet!" she huffed, trying to reel Army back into the ring like a hooked carp. If she managed to pull him back towards the centre, then she would nonchalantly flip him over onto his back, lie with her own back against Army's heaving abs, and hook his leg for the pin. She would make sure to smile for the camera as she did so, wanting to look good as she went for the pinfall, after all...

So that was what it was like to take a Shooting Peach to the head

Strange as it might’ve sounded, he’d often wondered what it would feel like to take the move, just out of morbid curiosity, and know he had the answer - it felt like getting punched in the face by a big, smooth fist, if that made sense. It was definitely enough to leave him reeling and loopy, laid out and in no position to do much of anything when Rainbow Mika came over for the pin.

”1…!”

But the match was still fresh, far from over, and as effective as the move was, it wouldn’t be able to keep him down for very long, The referee was just about to make another count, her hand almost at the floor, when Army threw his hand up to make the save. ”Not there, keep trying.” Even with the pain, he managed a small smirk.

Army was resilient, Mika had to give him that. Not many people, be they man, woman, or strange green monster-person, were able to take the Shooting Peach to the face like that and stand up so soon after. The fact that Army was kicking out, and declaring that he was more or less ready more, impressed the masked blonde. This guy's fighting spirit was definitely an admirable one.

"Aww, if you insist," Mika said with a smile of her own. Grabbing a hold of Army's head, she would tilt it up slightly off the mat, before bringing her powerful legs up and latching around hit, her ankles locking together as her powerful thighs bulged, leaning back on her palms as she locked in a simple yet powerful head scissor!

Army thought he would have a little time to recover after a hit like that, that MIka would bring him up to his feet and try to work him over from there - she wasn’t exactly known for her stellar ground game, more renowned for the work she did on her feet.

To his surprise, though, she did have a submission move in mind, and one that he wouldn’t have banked on - a headscissor of all things, and an effective one. He wound up wincing hard as the muscles clamped tight around his skull, applying some serious pressure. The same training that let her throw her butt around like a human missile made for some serious squeezing power, enough to leave him lightheaded and woozy.

But not out of it. Not yet. He planted one foot on the canvas and gritted, beginning to summon his strength...

Mika was not well known for her submissions. This was a matter of record, after all: she was more well known for her lightning fast strikes and devastating power moves. Actually getting down on the mat and grinding someone into submission wasn't really her style. Just because it wasn't her style, however, didn't mean she was bad at it: indeed, past opponents had remarked just how crushingly powerful her scissors and bearhugs could be.

And, well, it looked like Army was finding that out firsthand.

Even as she looked down at him, Army was fighting his way out, getting one foot on the mat and then another, slowly pushing himself off even as Mika's thighs squeezed his head like a tube of toothpaste. Gritting her teeth slightly, she would maintain the hold until Army started to escape...at which point she would unwind her legs, flip back up to her feet, and run to the opposite ropes as Army rose back up, hoping to nail him with a running drop kick!

After this, Army would have to ask Rainbow Mika what her leg day routine was. He’d been running to a wall with his own thighs, and he had to say, whatever she was doing worked like a charm. The tips would be greatly appreciated.

He wasn’t at the point where passing out was a serious danger, but he knew that it would be if he didn’t start doing something about the anaconda around his neck, it would turn into one and fast. He just had to get up a little more, brace his feet, and…

She was off.

Army gasped as the air rushed back into his lungs, but he didn’t have time to enjoy it - Rainbow Mika was on the move, bolting away from him at high speeds. He didn’t know what she was coming at him with as he rose to his feet, but he knew he wanted no part of whatever it was.

When she was closing in, Army threw his body to the side, moving away at the last second, right as her feet were leaving the ground. A dropkick flew by an instant later, one that had no target, and it left him with an unexpected gift: An opponent that was going to be on the floor, open and ready.

Knowing he’d have little time to do anything, he went with the first idea that popped into his head. Army jumped up right as Mika hit the ground, kicked his legs out, and attempted to come crashing down on her chest with his back in a senton.

He dodged.

This was the one thought that ran through Mika's mind as Army suddenly disappeared from view. With a quick timing that Mika hadn't even realized her opponent had had, Army had ducked her drop kick, sending her sailing overhead. Time seemed to slow, Mika's extended legs gliding through the air in slow motion as she moved through the space where Army used to be, her mind barely able to process what had just happened.

And then, as it must, gravity kicked in, and Mika dropped hard onto her back. She cried out, and then winced, reaching back to clutch her hurting posterior. If she was honest, she felt more embarassed than hurt, but all the same, Army had just dodged her attack.

The sound of footfalls forced her to open her eyes, then, in time to see Army whirling towards her like a living cannonball.

The air burst from her lungs as Army collided back-first into generous bosom, her chest briefly bulging under the impact. Her legs jacknifed off the mat before flopping down again, and she cradled her chest with one arm, breathing hard now after Army had just used her as a landing pad...

Rainbow Mika made a surprisingly soft landing pad. Who’d have guessed?

Army discovered this after her came crashing down on her chest with all his weight, hammering her into the mat with a hellacious crash. To her credit, she took the blow pretty well - better than he would’ve guessed from someone her size. He knew she was tough, but she was turning out to be a lot hardier than he’d anticipated.

Would she be strong enough to kick out after that, though? Probably, but he was curious to find out.

A moment after he came down, Army was back on Rainbow Mika again, this time draping his chest over hers and grabbing her leg, pulling it up for the three-count. The referee slid over beside them and started it up right away, slapping her hands on the mat.

”1…!”

Mika had just been reminded of one particularly brutal fact about wrestling-- namely, having someone's full weight come falling down on your chest was bound to leave you reeling for a good minute or two. It was bad enough that her chest really hurt after that impact, but the fact that she was seriously out of breath made it worse. She rolled to her side, still clutching her hurting bosom with one arm as she tried to catch her breath again.

Army, though, wasn't giving her the chance. She felt herself being rolled onto her back, and then her generous orbs were being pressed tightly against Army's chiseled chest. She suppressed a slight blush as one of her legs was hooked, and she heard the countdown. Gritting her teeth, she kicked out with her powerful legs, managing to twist and get a shoulder up before the two count.

Her chest was heaving faster now. She needed to get back into this fight, but she was still reeling from that last impact, and Army was now very much in the driver's seat...