Toshiko Vs Armando - Cage Match

Toshiko was still not going to go easy on the guy now. She would carry on assaulting the male by throwing her knee up twice to try and slam into his gut and would then carry on trying to throw jabs at the face to break through the males guard

The two knees find their home in his stomach, drawing the wind out of him in a nice pair of gasps, and his guard is opened on reflex - just long enough for Toshiko to score too swift jabs on his face before he can close the doors again.

Disbelief. Pain. Annoyance. He'd taken a few beatings before, he could admit - you fight long enough, you lose eventually, and he'd been at the game for a while, taken more than few matches even at his young age. But this was just crazy.

Had to bide his time - she definitely had the speed advantage, but if she thought that was all it would take to put the kibosh on him, she had one, painful surprise coming. Wait for it...wait for it...

Toshiko would grin somewhat as she was able to hit him again. She would take a quick step back to give herself enough room to throw a highkick up to his guard hoping to smash through it.

She stepped back, going for the coup de gras, probably looking to flatten him with a heavy blow and take him down, nice and clean.

Now.

The moment she went back, Army would step forward, close the distance, and drill her with a hard right aimed straight for her face; his torso twists, his foot pivots, his arms shoots out all in one coordinated strike to get as much power as humanly possible into the monstrous blow.

Toshiko was getting ready to throw up her kick when all of the sudden the male had managed to somehow gather enough courage to launch his first attack in the match. There was no way that Toshiko was able to block the attack, her guard was down afterall as she had been focusing on the attack.

Army's gloved fist collided into the right of her face, causing her head to snap to the side and a hefty grunt of both pain and surprise escaped her lips as the punch sent her staggering back a few steps on one foot; trying her best not to fall over outright. She would eventually find both feet on the floor and would be a few steps away from where Army had thrown his attack.

Pay dirt!

The first solid hit of a match, the little snowball rolling down the hill - Army learned to savor it. It was like a shark with blood in the water. Senses heighten. Eyes narrow. Nerves fire, hair stand on edge. The fight hadn't started with the bell, no - now, now it starts. No more dancing. No more games.

"Ya can't stop the bum rush!" Army moved in, going left, juking right, then firing off with a massive left hook, aiming for her blind spot, looking to get in some critical damage - the full Army experience.

Toshiko still couldn't get enough time to be able to mount a counter attack, the left hook managed to catch her and send her head flying back in the other direction. She would take a few more steps back, now back in the centre if the cage.

Toshiko was used to hits like this, She had after all fought in many other hardcore matches, and in her street life she had been in many fights. It would take more than a few well placed power punches to defeat her, even if the right side of her face had already started to swell ever so slightly; hardly noticeable, from the first punches

That's fine. Army's got a hell of a lot more to give, and he's in a sharing mood.

He has to admit, the resilience is impressive - those were two of his best shots, solid gold to the core; most guys he'd fought would be flat on their ass even if they'd started fresh, but she could take it. Fine. Let's see what else she can take.

More cautious now, he raises his guard as he moves in this time, his eyes narrowed and fierce and hungry. He lashes out with weak jab for her head, then ducks down and swings out, swinging the real punch for her ribs, a right uppercut with plenty of pepper on it.

Toshiko would be much more prepared now. She would use a low guard, natural if you ever fought on the streets, and thankfully it paid off. She would weave her face to the aude to avoid the punch to the face and would use her guard to absorb the uppercut, even though it hurt, it didn't hurt nowhere bear as much as it would if the punch had found its true mark.

Toshiko was not going to let this powerhouse carry on with his assault. She would twist around and left her leg up, going for a rapid but surprisingly powerful spin style kick to the right side of his face, namely the cheek in a attempt to allow her to take control of the match.

Good block, good block - so stupid to underestimate this chick, and he'd taken his lumps for it. Not anymore.

Army's more prepared now, as well - his arms are already up, forming a solid Peekaboo stance, giving him a good shield all around. The kick came in, a fancy spin kick - the sort of thing that would have been easy to take advantage of if Toshiko didn't fire it off so damn quick. It hammered into Army's guard, and he could have sworn he heard thunder echoing behind it, as the blow forced him to the lurch to the side, taking a step as he absorbed the blow.

When he came back, though, he came back to give as good as she'd given, shooting out with right hook, tailor-made for those pretty little ribs. "Liking me so far, Nada?"