Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

The blows hit dead on, crashing into Ro's thigh and giving Army a chance to feel the power in her legs - she was nothin like his other opponents in the AFW. He'd been in street fights with grown men who'd be curling up by now, but she just kept coming, took the heavy shots. It was almost like fighting a hotter, female version of himself...actually, scratch that, he would have made an ugly woman. But still, tough girl.

"Didn't say the magic-" His taunt was cut off by her death grip on his throat, as she brought him around and slammed him - him - into the van. His arms immediately went up as his training took hold - Peek-a-Boo stance, full defense. The first time he even needed to use it in a fight; typically, it was good when fighting against bigger opponents. But Ro wasn't typical.

Ro grinned as she slammed him into the car, watching the metal bend as she gave his throat one last good squeeze. She was loving this fight, there fighting styles were made for each other. When Army was slammed down, Ro saw him get into a defensive stance. He was trained, she could tell, as a boxer or fist fighter.

Fine with Ro. She may be bigger on submissions but she could hit hard. When Ro saw his arms go up, her leg went up too. She made like she was going to punch him, but instead he knee came up and shot blow after blow into his sexily tight abs.

Damn, still not quite used to the concept of being hit with things besides fists; her knees shot right into his guard like it wasn't even there. How did that keep getting past him?

Ro's knees sliced into his guard, one after the other, paying him back for the damage he'd done and then some, putting in some interest. Definitely more than standard street fighting - MMA? He kept up with that roster, even the females, never saw her. He would have remembered - the red hair stuck out.


Whatever the case, he needed to get off this damn van, before she folded him in half on it. Army exploded out of the stance with two hooks, a left for her head and right for her ribs, then jerked forward with his full weight behind it, hoping the combo would stun her long enough to make a gap.

Her fighting style was indeed eclectic. A mix of pro from a pro gym back home and her stints in indie hardcore leagues, street fighting in New York, and tutorage from the more MMA oriented and US Army trained John Mitchell. It made for a very effective combination.

Ro was loving this, each hit pounded his abs and slammed his spine into the denting car metal, but Army wasnâ€t stuck there for long. Before she could stop him, his fists cracked into her ribs and into her cheek, sending her reeling back and holding her face, nearly falling down when he shoved her that hard.

Blood flowing. Muscles straining. Sweat dripping. Abs screaming.

Where had this girl been all his life?

The combo did it's job and got her off him, made some space - now he just had to use it. He still had the height advantage even if they seemed damn near equal everywhere else; might as well put that to good use.

Wincing at his hurt stomach, Army pushed through the pain and lunged forewarn, coming at Ro with an overhand right, a powerful punch that brought his fist up high and slammed it down right on their head with his weight behind the blow - the 'shield breaker', his Dad called it. Great for getting past guards or just dealing out heavy damage in a unique way.

New York, thatâ€s where.

This was just perfect for Ro. Half the guys in this league were pipsqueks, the other half were ass holes. Army, so far, didnâ€t seam like either of those. He just wanted a raw fight, same as Ro. So, thatâ€s what she was giving him….plus a sweet little hentai desert at the end.

Despite loving it, though, it was Roâ€s turn to be on the defensive. She managed to get her fists up in a shakey guard, but it was no match for the Shield Breaker, his high fist evading her attack and SLAMMING into her head. She let out a yelp and this time she really did fall down, her eyes rolling back as she vaguely tried to sweep her legs in the general direction, probably, of Armyâ€s ankles…she wasnâ€t exactly sure where she was sweeping.

She tried to get her hands up, and to her credit, it was a great block...but it didn't matter. Not against this punch.

She went down and she went down hard, the blow slamming into her skull like a hammer and dropping her down. She tried to get his as she went, though, shooting out a leg sweep, cracking him behind the shin and forcing his legs to buckle - a lucky shot, maybe, but that didn't make it less painful.

He staggered, dropped down a bit, but she went down all the way. The gentleman in him wanted to give her some time to recoup, but the fighter in him reminded Army just how much her hook had hurt - this girl was dangerous. Anything less than 100% wouldn't cut it, not today.

He tried to drop down on top of her and straddle her waist - grinding a bit, just to help her mood - then he threw out out two hard jabs, one for each side of her chest, starting up a ground and pound session.

Ro was almost surprised that her lucky shot actually made contact. She groaned a bit as he staggered, but he was still up and she was down. It was probably good that he HADNâ€T held back, it would have been met with a stream of insults and her making it clear that holding back offended her.

Of course, itâ€s easy to belike that when your not getting pounded on, now Ro was. She felt his crotch grind on her, and managed a smirk even though he was now slamming punches into both of her breasts. His fists sunk in and Ro groaned out, trying to get her arms up to block while she tried to reach her legs up and bend them back, hoping to vaguely hit his back. Normally sheâ€d hook him with her ankles if she could, but her attempt to do that was a little sluggish.

She was smiling. Even through the pain, she was smiling. He would have called her crazy, if he didn't ink he'd be doing the same in her position. But, hell, maybe he was crazy, too. Crazy was fun.

She brought her hands up, guarding, but from that position, he had too many options. She tried to kick his back, hurt a bit, but not nearly enough. "Having fun?" He leaned in and threw a hard right hook, trying to slip it I past her guard.

“Heh…yeah…grind a little more, Muscles.” She said with a smirk. She moved to block his punch, but it connected anyway. Ro let out a yelp, her msile fading as the pain took hold.

This time, though, she roared and swing her legs backwards, trying to get her legs to hook around his neck and pull him back if she could, her feet right in his neck…unless he leaned forward. But she was hoping she caught him off guard.