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

Army wasn’t deliberately targeting Rainbow Mika’s tits. Really.

It might’ve felt that way, he could see why people would think that, but it wasn’t the case. It just sort of worked out that way, was all. She had a big pair, there was no getting around that, and the way things went, it just kind of kept happening. And to be fair, he did feel a little bad about it, as he sat down on her and saw the way she was writhing beneath him, wrecked by the pain. Imugi would either give him an earful for this or think it was hot.

”Yeah, my bad.” He swung his legs about and moved off Mika, then slid down her body and scooped her up for the pin. ”But it’ll be over quick if you just…”

The referee dropped down nearby and started the count up - Army doubted this would work, but she seemed winded, that one took a lot out of her. Maybe? Maybe.

”1…!”

Mika had expected Army to go for a dominant schoolboy pin, to sit down on her aching tits and use his weight to keep her upper body pinned to the mat and to keep her from breathing properly at the same time. True enough, with him sitting down squarely on her chest like that, the most she could do was squirm and twist weakly against him-- with her arms trapped, throwing him off seemed to be a losing proposition.

But then, he rolled off of her. Mika gasped in relief, her ample chest rising and falling as she was able to breathe again...but then she felt Army pressing across her, hooking one of her thick thighs for a pinfall.

"....TWO..."

With a huff of breath, she twisted sharply, narrowly getting a shoulder up in time. She was definitely in trouble, no doubt about that, and those hits to her chest were only succeeding in slowing her down further...

And Rainbow Mika kicked out. Made sense. It would’ve been lame if she was beaten by a butt drop of all things, but the position was there and he had to give it a shot.

No, it was going to take something a lot meatier to put her down. Maybe even something a little different. He wasn’t the type to go for submission holds too often, but maybe this was a time where he could make use of one to wear Rainbow Mika down, get her to the point where something a little more substantial would be enough to tip the scales.

The only problem was that he didn’t know too many submission holds. Bearhugs, camel clutches, Boston Crabs, those were a little played out. He wanted something simple, but effective, and he kind of wanted to show off,too.

”Got it.”

Army snapped his fingers and reached over to grab Rainbow Mika by the head, gripping it tight to pull her up as he stood. When they were both up, he dipped down, placed his head under her shoulder, and lifted her up in a fireman’s carry, hoisted her high off the mat. With one hand her thigh and the other on her head, he pulled down and stretched her along his back, bending her in a tight torture rack.

Graciously, Army got off of her at that point. For the second time in this match, Mika found herself cradling her ample chest under one arm as she rolled to the side, her teeth clenched in a grimace. She had no idea if it was intentional or not, but Army had been hitting her chest a lot...and as famously durable as Mika was, there were unfortunately sometimes downsides to being well-endowed. She tried to roll over onto her front, pressing a palm against the mat as she got her knees under her and tried to push herself up...

And then Army was grabbing her head, helping her upright. She braced herself, expecting trouble...and very quickly, she got it. She gasped in surprise as she was hoisted across Army's shoulders, and then suddenly her chin and thigh were both being pulled down, and she was being stretched in a very painful torture rack.

"Ahh....AAHHHHHH!" she screamed as her back was bent painfully against Army's shoulders, causing her whole body to arch upwards as her spine's curvature was sorely tested, in particular causing her ample chest to jut upwards. She flailed and kicked in Army's grip, but he was holding on too strong, his impressive upper body strength being brought to bear on her in this dominant hold. Her eyes screwed shut in pain, as she tried to shut out the tight agony in her spine and focus on escaping.

Balling a fist, she shot her elbow down against Army's upper back, once, twice...hoping to dislodge his grip and make him let her go...

Army wasn’t big on submission holds, but this one made a lot of sense for a man like him. He had the height to make it really dangerou and the strength to not only lift most women up easy, but the arm strength to pull their bodies into all kinds of unnatural shapes. It was easy to do, looked cool, and worked damn well, all big pluses for a move in his book.

That last thing was coming in handy now, as he needed a good way to wear Rainbow Mika down. He had the sense she was close to the edge, this match taking big chunks out of them both, and all she needed was a little push. The woman was tough, but everyone had their breaking points.

”Come on, just a little tap.” He bounced up and down a few times, jostling her spine. ”I’ll buy you a drink after, we can hang out, maybe sign my action figure, and-”

An elbow. Right on the back of his skull, too. Dead center. It left him loopy, but still aware. The second one, however, was enough to do the trick she was likely going for. Army stumbled forward, took a hard step, then dropped down to his knee and let Rainbow Mika fall off behind him, needing a few moments to rub the spot where she’d struck, clenching his teeth at the pain. There was going to be a lump there for weeks, he was sure of it.

Intentionally or not, Army was putting Mika's curvacous figure on full display as he stretched her out, arcing her over his shoulders like a beach towel being wrung out. Her powerful, chest form seemed to strain against the tight fabric of her outfit, and the audience, naturally, was eating it up even as a lot of them chanted for Mika to escape.

And then, as if by magic, a few elbows to Army's noggin accomplished just that.

The Rainbow Warrior was sent tumbling down onto her front as Army released her. She was breathing hard as she got up to her hands and knees, one hand reaching back to hold her stiff back as she gingerly tried to get upright. Opposite her, Army was down to one knee, hurting and dazed, but still upright.

Mika watched him as she struggled to rise, gritting her teeth as she tried to push herself upright. Army had a head start on her, though: she had no choice but to improvise. The moment Army stood up, she would spring forwards at him, dropping down to press her palms to the mat and flip herself forward so that the collided with Army back-first, hoping to knock him down to the mat.

Of course, as part of this manouver, her ass would collide with his face yet again, but she hadn't stopped to consider this before launching her attack...

You know, this was the third time, at least, that Rainbow Mika used her butt as a weapon. It was her signature move, her big thing. One would think that, at some point, he would be getting used to it. See it coming.

Nope.

He’d been in the process of picking himself up off the floor after those elbows, getting his bearings back, when it happened. Normally, blows like that wouldn’t have too big of an effect on him, but this match was taking a heavy toll. By the time he had enough of his senses back to realize what was about to happen, it was too late.

Bam. Right in the face.

He supposed he should have considered himself lucky, since he’d already gotten more of a close-up look of Rainbow Mika’s butt than every man in history, but it was a little hard to appreciate that fact when it was constantly being used as a battering ram to his skull. This time was no different - it rocked his clock, brought him to the floor, and left him loopy underneath her, too stunned to do much of anything besides groan.

It was only as Mika landed in a sitting position, and felt something soft moaning under her butt, that she realized what had happened. This time, completely without intending it, she had just attacked Army with her butt yet again, and this time ended in such a way that she was directly sitting on his face. Hmm, maybe that was why the crowd was catcalling a little more than usual right now. Still, this was hardly the first time something like this had happened...

Immediately, she sat up, patting her butt nonchalantly as though dusting it off, before turning to grab a hold of Army's head. "Up you go, big boy," she said, before tucking Army's head between her powerful thighs. She made she to give her male opponent a tight squeeze around his skull as she leaned down, wrapping her arms around his wrist...not noticing how her chest might compress against his back in the process...

And then, unless Army stopped her somehow, Mika would declare "Dream DRIVER!" and lift Army's feet off the mat, tilting him upside down before dropping back to piledrive him head-first into the mat!

Soft, yet firm. Supple, yet solid. Sweaty and sweet. That was what Army felt on his face, covering it, and it took him a moment to properly process what was going on.

Rainbow Mika was sitting on his face.

...goddamnit, Army owed Felina 1,000 yen.

He had only a few moments to process that before she got up and grabbed him by the head, peeling him off the canvas. It wouldn’t have been too big of a deal in normal circumstances, he could’ve fought her off with ease - but right now he was weak. He was slow. He was hurting, more than most would’ve thought from an attack like that. Worst of all, he was wide open, enough for her to snatch his head, put it between her legs…

”Fuckfuckfuck-”

By the time he heard her declaration and realized what was happening, it was too late to really stop it. At first, he thought she was going to powerbomb him, which would’ve been funny if she pulled it off. But no, she was going for something harder, more devastating, more effective. She spiked his skull on the mat with her full weight, sending a shockwave down his spine that had him shaking about on the mat.

Every once in a while, Mika like to throw out a move that reminded everyone-- her opponents, her fans, the management, everyone-- that she wasn't just another pretty face with generously sized assets. That she was a wrestler, a woman with legitimate strength and power. And sometimes, that had to be demonstrated by doing something like piledriving some poor guy or girl down into the mat. None of it was personal, of course, and she was confident that a big, tough guy like Army could take it.

She looked down at Army, who was sprawled on the mat after that brutal impact. As much as she knew he could take it, at the same time she also knew he still had a lot left in the tank probably-- enough to resist a pin attempt. She would have to fix that.

Reaching down, she would grab for Army's legs, tucking them underneath her armpits. "RAINBOW TYPHOON!" she would shout to the audience, and then she would start to spin. In the process of spinning, she would lift Army's body off the mat, rotating him faster and faster as she swung him around like a giant shotput ball.

That was, until she finally let Army go, sending him flying across the mat...