Army vs Ro - Going HAM*

That was a cute little picture. Army could imagine a little Ro and John, play fighting in the backyard. And growing older. And...not playfighting anymore. The image ceased to really be cute after that.

Back in reality, Army discovered that bean bag chairs are surprisingly effective weapons and he became the first man in Tension history to ever use one in a fight. Ro was starting to push it off, but Army put a stop to that by just...sitting down on the thing. "No, no. She looks good on you. Keep her." This was one way to knock her out, at least.

“NOO! NNOOOMMMMMMMM! MMMMM!” Roâ€s words became nothing but muffled shouting as Armyâ€s weight pressed down, smothering her.

Was hse really going to be KOâ€d like this? Couldnâ€t he have had the decency to use his own butt anyway? Ro shouted some more, panting and running low on breath, and began to push and shove at the chair, trying to use all of her strength to push it off, feeling desperate as she began to run out of air! She started to jostle and roll, bucking wildly.

"Now, about that whole thing with Clyde being hotter than me. I mean, I guess if you're into short guys. I'm not trying to, you know, blow my own whistle, here." He crossed his leg as she mumbled beneath him. "Clyde's not bad, I guess, but let's be realistic, here..."

The idle chat threw his focus a bit and gave Ro enough leeway to roll the bag around and make Army fall off, landing on his butt behind her head. No big deal, he still had the momentum firm in hand, and there was plenty more stuff to screw with in the store. "Sleep well?" He gave her a little kick in the head, just enough to jar her a bit.

“Itâ€s…the cowboy…” Ro managed to cough out. That had managed to take A LOT out of her, “But…Puerto Rican might be hotter…” Ro joked, moaning abit as she sucked in air…then let out a yelp as her head was kicked.

Ro grabbed her head and growled, rolling to the side, trying to get up. His foot had reminded her that she needed tog et up before he hit her some more!

"You're flattering me, I can tell. But don't stop."

Now, what to do, what to do? There was all kind stuff to mess with in the store, it was just a matter of picking. Should he hit her with the officIal AFW lunchbox? Maybe smack her around with the Rebecca Tomko Smash Fists? Maybe blind her with some Silver Ace-style hair dye?

Army finally settled the Dixie Clement's authentic rodeo rope, which the box said was every bit as strong as the real thing. He ripped into the package and pulled it out, getting the whole length in his hands before he turned back to her. "Okay, we talked about whips and chains. What about rope?"

“Ropeâ€s kinky…” Ro smirked as she climbed over debris and other products, trying to escape from her enemy. She turned around to see Army holding onto some kind of rodeo rope!

Ro looked for anything, something, and managed to find a Rai fake idol microphone set. It seemed useless, until Ro realized it had a long fake cord on it for show. Riping it from its packaging, Ro swung the microphone in a circle a bit. “Letâ€s see who can capture who?” Ro teased, then cast the mic at him like a huge whip.

He had her on the run. Good. He rather liked the view from back here.

He snickered when she picked up the fake microphone and swung it out, like she could actually do something with it. "Aw, that's cute. What're you gonna do with that, sing me a-"

And then smacked him in the face with it. Right on the nose.

It didn't much hurt, but it did irritate him something awful, and he responded by taking a bold step out and trying to wrap her in a bearhug, looking to get her close and start tying her up.

[color] “Gonna do that.”[/color] Ro teased, hitting him in the nose with it…but soon heâ€d retaliate. Before Ro could strike back, he was charging at her, trying to wrap him up in a bearhug!

Ro gasped and managed to spread her arms up and out…it wasnâ€t enough to stop him, but it was enough to make sure his arms only wrapped her body, not her arms. She coughed in the bearhug, moaning and collapsing against his shoulder while she tried to fight him off…but, while she was having trouble breathing, her amrs were free…

The fake mic cord traveled up Armyâ€s back…then suddenly, she looped it around his throat and pulled TIGHT!

Army didn't have much taste for submission holds - pretty much the opposite of boxing, never could wrap his head around. But even he could get down with a bearhug. Nice. Simple. Effective. And with a girl like Ro? Very fun.

He locked it in and squeezed her tight, drawing the breather out of her and crushing her against his chest...but he should have known it would be that easy. She still had the cord and she put it to good use, wreathing it around his neck and pulled hard, squeezing the air clean out of him. He managed to fight it for all of three seconds, before his arms let go and released her, gasping and gagging, pulling at the cord and falling back.

Ro continued to pant until he was finally too overhwlemed by her little noose to fight back. She grinned as he fell and jumped behind him, pulling hm from behind so he had to sit up. She made the wire as tight as she possibly could, wanting to reaaaaaly suffocate him.

“Go to sleep…when Iâ€m donem aking you cum, maybe Iâ€ll bring ya home.” Ro teased.