Marcella Crowe vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Design In Malice

[BlackAkuma]

‘Three second rule.’ Yeah, that was some bullshit. Army spat out another chunk before he spoke, getting it all out of his mouth, but the taste would be with him for hours. ”Yeah, fuck that.” He spat off to the side. [color=#8000000]”It’s a hotdog, it wasn’t ‘fine’ before it hit the floor.”[/color]

As gross as it was, he couldn't help but chuckle - as much as you could chuckle when two-hundred plus pounds of crazy goth was on your back, anyway. It was a far cry from the way they’d started this match out, with her treating him like he was just a speed bump for her to roll over. Respect? Maybe. She seemed to be having fun, at least, which was a good sign, even if it was at his expense.

Good. Tough matches were fine, but the last thing he wanted was a boring match, and that wasn’t this by any stretch of the imagination.

Silly as the hot-dog stunt was, it was giving him a moment to recover, and she didn’t seem to want him having that. He had only just started to try and push his way up when she came along and ‘helped’, forcing him up onto her shoulders and giving him a better view of the area than he wanted.

Army realized what she was about to do, but a moment after it was too late to do anything about it - he was sent careering through the air, arms flailing and came down for a rough landing on the hot dog cart. It was actually better than hitting the bare floor would’ve been, but still far from side, and his impact utterly demolished it - well, what was left of it from the first crash.

Army rolled over to the wall and used it for support as he tried to rise up to his feet. As much as he was hurting, he knew he needed to make some space between him and Marcella. She was starting to get a little too comfortable with this pace, and he desperately needed a moment to recoup.

[ADarlingDucky]

Well, seems like Army might have been more of a fan of the floor food had she not offered to feed him a hotdog of all things, but given that he had been the first one to introduce them into the match, Marcella didn't feel too bad for the downed male. Obviously, things were far removed from what could be considered a normal match at this point, and Marcella and Army were both adapting quickly to the change, as the goth now hauled Army clear up off of the floor, slinging him over her shoulders. There was a brief moment where he seemed to realize what was coming, but not in time to actually stop it, as Marcella flung him up and off of her shoulders with one simple rotation!

Army came down hard, a horrific metal creaking coming from the cart as he slammed down onto it and folded the metal in on itself, even more than it already was, before rolling off with a quick movement. Marcella watched as Army began to try to get up to his feet, but as the muscled male would attempt to rise once more, the goth reached down, grabbing hold of his head and beginning to pull him up.

"Woah there buddy. This is cute and all, but you're supposed to lie there for ten seconds before you start moving again." Marcella called, pulling Army the rest of the way up, wary that she'd have to put him down again. But first, she'd spy something that might help her, a smile slowly forming on her face as she began to yank him over towards a t-shirt stand, the vendor's eyes widening before they'd wisely flee as the brawling duo approached!

"Here, let me get something for you. You being a future fan of mine and all." Marcella said, before reaching out and snagging a shirt, covered in chains and with her title on it, before suddenly taking it and forcing it onto Army's head, not bothering to pull it further past that! With her opponent now covered by the clothing and unable to see, Marcella would grab hold of him once more and spin him around, this time grabbing him from behind, an arm around his waist and the other to the back of his leg, before Marcella would attempt to hoist him up and over, and drop him hard through the merchandise stand with a belly-to-back suplex!