Veronika Váradi vs. Armando 'Army' Rodriguez - Cause and Effect

[BlackAkuma]

Army might not have been much for technique or nuance. He didn’t know intricate counters, and he hadn't mastered all the ins and outs of chain wrestling. Despite being a frequent wrestler for years, now, he still only average in most aspects of wrestling.

But he could hit hard. Damned hard. Sometimes, that was more than enough.

That strength served him well, as he rammed Veronika into the turnbuckle. While the woman was good at dishing out damage herself, taking it was another matter. As Army stepped back, he was treated with the sight of her reeling against the pads, struggling to stay upright. She managed it, just barely, but it was clear that she was only just hanging on.

Knowing her, though, she wouldn’t stay that way for too long. He needed to apply some pressure.

Army moved in as Veronika languished in the corner, reached over, and pressed his body up against hers, keeping her pinned there for a moment - just long enough to whisper in her ear. ”Don’t forget to breathe.”

If Veronika wondered what he meant, she wouldn’t be in suspense for long. In the next moment, Army took a big step back, then leaped her way, swung his arm out, and lashing her chest with a blazing knife-edge chop, looking to make those aching ribs ache even more.

[Weonna]

CRACK.

The knife-edge chop echoed through the arena, the sound sharp and brutal as it tore across Veronika’s chest. Her body jolted from the impact, a raw gasp ripped from her lungs as the pain flared through her already-aching ribs.

Her legs gave out immediately.

Veronika crumpled forward out of the corner and hit the canvas hard, landing face-down, her arms folding in beneath her as she instinctively clutched at her side. She groaned, breath hitching, her back rising and falling unevenly as she tried to draw air back into her lungs.

She shifted once, weakly, knees pulling in before she went still again—down on the mat, hurt and exposed, ribs throbbing from the chop. The referee moved closer, checking on her condition, while the crowd buzzed at the sudden swing in momentum.

She was grounded—and Army had her exactly where he wanted her.

[BlackAkuma]

And down she went. Again.

Army had to admit, putting Veronika on her ass was turning out to be a lot more fun than he thought it would. For starters, it was good to dish out some paint to someone who seriously deserved it as much as she did. Appealing to parts of him he never knew were there.

But that wasn’t enough to finish her - no, he needed a submission hold. Something simple, something he could do, like a Boston Crab, or Camel Clutch or…

…hm.

Army smirked as an idea popped in his head, and he wasted no time putting it into action. He dropped down and sat behind her downed body, then reached over, grabbed her head, and pulled it in between his legs. While he couldn't tell if she was awake enough to realize what he was about to do, he seriously hoped she was. He needed it.

”Guess what’s coming?”

Army crossed his arms and clamped down on her neck, giving her a taste of her own medicine with one of her favorite moves - a good, old-fashioned scissorhold.

[Weonna]

Veronika reacted instantly the moment his legs snapped shut around her neck.

A sharp gasp escaped her as the pressure closed in, her hands flying up to pry at his thighs as she tried to force space between them. The hold wasn’t elegant, but it was tight, and the squeeze caught her off guard after everything she’d just absorbed. She kicked her legs, boots scraping against the mat as she twisted her shoulders side to side, trying to roll her way free.

It wasn’t panic—more irritation than anything—but the discomfort was undeniable. Her breathing turned shallow, uneven, her neck trapped at an awkward angle as she pushed at his legs and tried to shift her weight. Every attempt to wriggle out only seemed to make the pressure worse, forcing her to pause and regroup.

She ground her teeth, frustration flashing across her face as she planted a forearm against the mat and tried to inch her body forward, testing the hold for weaknesses. It wasn’t her move, not her positioning—but it was effective enough to slow her down and make her work for every breath!

[BlackAkuma]

Sure enough, the moment Army locked down the hold, Veronika went into a fit, jerking about like a madwoman. It was enough to get a full laugh out of him - seeing her on the receiving end of her own treatment was just too good. She could dish it out, but taking it? Not her thing. Clearly.

”Sucks, doesn’t it?” He gave her neck a good twist to the side. ”The worst part is how you’ll feel in the morning, trust me. You’ll have this crazy crick in your neck for days. Something to look forward to.”

As fun as this was, though, it wasn’t getting Army too far - she was wiggling around too much for the hold to be truly effective. He figured he should try to switch things up, so he opened his leg, reached down to snatch her by the head, and tried to pull her up and over his body. Once she was in position, he’d attempted to wrap his arm around her head while his legs clasped her at the waist, going for another simple but effective submission classic: the rear-naked choke.

[Weonna]

Veronika’s body stiffened the instant Army’s arm slid under her chin and locked in behind her head.

The rear-naked choke cinched tight, his forearm pressing across her throat as his other hand secured the hold. Her back arched against him, boots scraping the canvas as she clawed at his arm, fingers digging in, trying to peel even a fraction of pressure away. Her breathing turned harsh and uneven, every inhale fighting against the squeeze.

She twisted her shoulders, rocked her weight side to side, trying to slip an angle—but the hold stayed snug. Her legs kicked, searching for leverage, frustration etched across her face as the choke began to drain her strength. The crowd swelled, sensing the danger.

Gritting her teeth, Veronika changed tactics.

She drove her elbow back—hard—into his ribs.

Once. Twice. A third time, sharper, more desperate. The impact should have force a brief hitch in his grip, just enough for his legs to loosen up.

In one quick motion, she rolled backwards, pinning his shoulders onto the mats! Veronika would have rolled on top of him even while looking folded!

Spoiler

Veronika was expecting a oin count...only to remember that it was a submission only match...She felt the mistake the instant the referee didn’t drop—no count, no slap of the mat. Submission only.

Whoops...

She used the opening Army gave her when he adjusted, slipping her chin down and tucking it tight as she twisted her shoulders. Another sharp elbow dug back into his ribs, not to escape outright this time, but to create space. She rolled through, peeled his arm off her neck, and scrambled on top, straddling his hips before he could re-secure the choke.

In one smooth motion, she trapped his arm across his own throat.

Veronika slid her chest low, pinning his far shoulder with her weight, then threaded her arm under his head, locking her hands together beside his ear. Her knees crept in, tightening her base as she shifted her hips just enough to close the gap.

The Mounted arm-triangle choke.

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[BlackAkuma]

Army wasn’t sure whether or not he should be impressed or annoyed aroused by Veronika’s stubborn refusal to just lay down and give up. If he had to pick, though, he would likely go with a little bit of each category. The fighter in him respected the tenacity, but the part of him that hated submission matches wanted her just to give up already, while his baser instincts didn’t hate the way she was squirming in his grasp, writhing against him

It made for a confusing mashup.

Veronika continued her struggle, laying into his side with harsh elbows, but that was never going to be the way to dislodge a boxer - needless to say, he’d taken worse and kept going. It made him wince, which gave her enough room to pin him to the canvas. It would’ve been a good move if this weren’t a submission match.

But it was a submission match. So no count was going to save her, not from this. But pressure had a way of making people creative, and creative was exactly what Veronika got.

It happened fast, so fast that Army didn’t properly process it until it was done. There was a gap in his hold - not much, but apparently too much, because Veronika flowed through it like water through holes in a dam. She was all over him, grasping, pulling his limbs against his chest, gripping tight.

Just like that, Army found himself floundering about in another hold, wrapped up tight by the she-spider. He twisted about like a fly in the web, desperately just to wrench his way free, looking for the tiniest bit of slack, but he wasn’t having much luck finding anything.

[Weonna]

Veronika didn’t rush it.

She held Army right where he was, tightening her control just enough to sap his strength while he thrashed beneath her. Every time he tried to surge or twist free, she shifted her weight, re-cinched her grip, and shut the door again. Calm. Methodical. Letting the struggle burn him out.

Then she attempted to move.

With a sharp pivot of her hips, Veronika threaded one leg deeper across his body while pulling his trapped arm tight across his chest. Her other leg swung over, crossing at the ankles as she rotated her torso and rolled through the motion in one smooth, practiced transition.

Her Finisher: Spider Twist

Spoiler

[BlackAkuma]

”Gah, come on.”

No, that wasn’t going to work.

”Let me just-”

No, not that, either.

”Fuck!”

Yeah, sorry, not happening.

Army kept trying to twist around and find some way to escape Veronika’s hold, but she stayed one step ahead of him every time, always countering his moves and continuing to lock him down. Forget spiders - the woman was a snake, changing with every second, wrapping him up tight and refusing to let him.

Army thought he had an opening for a moment, but that window closed in an instant as she merely transitioned to another hold. This one was worse than before, as her legs clamped tight around his upper torso and stretched him out, torquing his body about at an odd angle, putting a hellish strain on his bones. To make matters worse, it locked him down so he couldn't get to ropes, leaving him to helplessly flail in her hold.

But he wasn’t taping. Fuck that. ”Not…giving up.” He flipped her off with his flailing hand, just to make sure the meaning was understood.

[Weonna]

Veronika didn’t look the least bit rushed by his resistance.

She held the Spider Twist steady, letting Army burn energy against a hold that wasn’t going anywhere. When he flipped her off, she only smirked, tightening her legs another notch and leaning back just enough to make the pressure spike.

“Oh, I know,”

she taunted coolly, her voice calm, almost amused.

“That’s why this is fun.”

She adjusted her grip, re-cinching the hold with practiced precision—one arm pulled tighter across his chest, her hips shifting to increase the torque through his shoulders and spine. The movement was subtle, but the effect was immediate, forcing his body to bend further into the twist.

Veronika planted her heels and settled her weight, making sure there was no roll-through, no crawl to the ropes. Every escape route was shut down before it even started.

“Fight it,”

she went on, eyes locked on his face.

“Flail. Curse. Makes no difference.”

She drew the hold in again, squeezing and twisting in one controlled motion, clearly trying to break his rhythm and force that tap—sooner or later, something had to give.