"A pleasure to Punch you!" - Brielle and Armando

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle clasped her thighs together around Army's neck and squeezed tightly. Trapping the man is an expertly applied headscissor hold.

"Maybe this will shut you up for a bit!" She continued to tease while trying to get into a better position to maintain the hold. She was playing her role well... a heelish goth looking for a dominant win, but deep inside, Brielle was enjoying the man's witty banter. Even when he was getting his ass kicked... for the dark-haired gal could really appreciate people who didn't take themselves way too seriously.

Perhaps her cousin Ashley could learn a thing or two about this, about not being cranky all the time. Regardless of how effective the intimidation factor could be, would it kill you to smile at least once?!

-SLAP- Brielle slapped herself hard across the cheek to focus, a slap that Army would probably notice. She was daydreaming again, lost in her own thoughts in the middle of a match. When Brielle's mind returned to the match, she noticed Armando's efforts to reach the ropes.

"What?... But why?" She pulled him back.

"I thought you were enjoying being down there!" She said, trying to sound offended, but the sarcasm in her words was evident. "It's my fault, love... I must not be trying hard enough-" Brielle placed both hands under Army's chin and pulled him while pressing even harder with her legs, effectively increasing the pressure right away.

[BlackAkuma]

Did she just slap herself? It certainly sounded like Brielle had just done that very thing, and hard, too, from the sound of it. Not that Army was all that unfamiliar with execution a little self-inflicted punishment to focus up, but that was typically before a match.

Couldn't let it go, of course. ”You okay up there? Sounds like you’re doing my job for me.” He pulled at her thighs, which had about as much success as lifting a barbell with a pair of tweezers. ”I’ll get back to hitting your face in a minute…just…gotta deal with this, first.”

Fuck, her legs were strong. Army’s gone against some thunderous thighs in the past, but hers were definitely at the top of the list. Rough, unyielding, she hammered them home so hard that it was becoming difficult to breath. But he was close to the ropes, just a little more, and-

She pulled him back. So much for that idea.

”View’s awesome, but…” Army grunted as she ramped up the pressure, bringing spots in front of his eyes. If he didn’t change his fortunes and soon, he’d be getting knocked out - which wouldn’t be the end of the world, but it would make him look uncool in front of a date he suddenly cared about looking cool to. Running out of options, there was only one thing he could do, really.

Army rolled over to his knees and began to rise up, one foot, then other, straightening and lifting her on his shoulders along the way. It wouldn’t be easy, what with the lack of oxygen, but he soldiered through it, pushing his body and forcing it to comply. Higher, higher, higher, until he was fully standing.

Assuming he could pull that off before she stopped him there, would only be one way to go: Down. Falling back and driving her into the canvas with an electric chair.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Yeah... right...

Because you were doing such a good job at that, no?" Brielle continued to spew more irony with her words, hearing the man trying to get back at her while still stuck between her thighs. The heelish goth applied more pressure to the hold, seeking to intensify the punishment she was inflicting on Army. And for the time being...

She was in control-

"I hope you got a good credit card, Mr. PunchYouinTheFace..." Referring to their wager from the start of the bout. "Cuz, beating you up is making me really hungry again!"

For a moment, Brielle felt satisfied, both with her dominant positioning and with her witty responses. She did notice that she was getting more talkative... even for her own standards, unexpected given how the night had started, but she wasn't complaining... For her, it was all just... a curious thing.

Brielle's brief "self-realization" moment was cut short when Armando, showcasing great strength, began to push up, shifting his whole body into a position where he could gain leverage.

"Wha..."

"How... are you..."

Suddenly, Brielle was upside down, using her hands to keep herself from falling, yet she refused to let go of her grip. And just as easily as she was put upside down, she suddenly wasn't anymore. Instead, she was looking at the whole Sports Bar from a whole new angle. Brielle grabbed Army's mane with both hands, more to protect herself than to try to hurt. She was unexpectedly sitting on top of Army's shoulders now.

Brielle had to admit, Armando was indeed strong. "Whoa... Ok, that's... kinda hot," She said, with a hint of excitement. Still grabbing Army's hair. Of course, she wasn't a stranger to this move... or what usually came after it.

"GAHHH!" Her back hit the canvas with a powerful slam the moment Army let himself fall backward, shaking the whole ring and triggering a few CRACK noises that made the owner flinch.

It was a massive Electric Chair that forced all the air right out of Brielle's lungs. Her body bounced once before lying flat on the cheap canvas. Arms at her sides, limbs spread with a lost look on her face.

[BlackAkuma]

Army wondered how many dates had a part where the woman complimented a guy and called him hot just before he dropped her with an Electric Chair, or any wrestling move for that matter. If he had to guess, he’d say he was the first in history. A real trailblazer, he was.

Silly as it was, he took genuine pride in Brielle complimenting him on the way down. She didn’t seem like the type to give out those often and easy, a far cry from the way he’d perceived her going in. She was actually pretty fun. Had a bit of that gothic femme fatale thing going on, but she didn’t seem to take herself too seriously, which was a rarity in wrestling with these types.

Best of all, she knew how to fight. She was good. Really good. As always, that was doing it for him more than anything else.

She was tough, too, which probably meant that she wasn’t pinnable just yet. But it felt like a good time to try, at least, especially when he still needed to catch his own breath.

Army scrambled over Brielle, hooked her leg, and leaned in for the pinfall. There was an awkward moment where the ‘referee’ looked like a deer in the headlights, before she dropped down and started a count. ”Um…1?”