Toshiko Vs Armando - Cage Match

Toshiko would let out a sigh, she was convinced that there was no way that he could recover from this. She would carry on with the knees, watching more and more blood gather, a few drops were her own from her nose but most of her blood just gathered on her face next to her now quite swollen and bruised cheek.

Once she was convinced she had him she would let hum go and grab his chin, lifting his face up so that she could see the damage "Do yourself a favour, don't get up from this one" Toshiko would let go of his chin and swipe up with a left uppercut into the jaw, hoping and almost praying that it would finish him.

Army isn't even in the arena when she works on his face - he's somewhere else, hundreds of miles away. Back in Puerto Rico. On the beach. A distant memory. Lying on the beach, he can feel the sun in his face, the wind whipping over his body, the waves crashing nearby, seagull cawing about him. The sand is wet and shifts beneath him - he can feel something crawling along his back. Crab, probably. Serene. Calm. A perfect moment in time.

It all goes fall away as Toshiko's fist connects with his jaw and puts him flat on his ass.

Army stutters, his body jerks...then goes perfectly still.

"KO!" The ref waves his hands and calls for the bell.

Toshiko almost gave a sigh of relief after the bell rang, she was somewhat worried that he would get back up and start trying to punch her again, nevertheless she had one and she was proud of that. She had proven that she was well and truly a fighter and that not even a skilled boxer could take her down. She would take a moment to look at Army's bloodied and pretty much broken face and then her knees. She was proud... Most certainly proud. She would bow once for the crowd before leaving the cage to go get cleaned up