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

[BlackAkuma]

Oh. This was the good shit.

It had been a while, too long, since Army had the chance to engage in a good, old-fashioned slugfest. Most of the women he faced weren’t interested in even trying that, wisely not wanting to throw hands with a professional boxer. He didn't have any problems with that; he was used to his foes dancing around and being fancy and tying him up in knots. Came with the territory.

But, he couldn't lie, it was refreshing to hit someone and get hit back just as hard. Woke up parts of him that didn’t often get triggered in a wrestling ring, and he was eager to indulge. Judging by the way Marcella was coming towards him again, it looked like she had a similar mindset.

Army licked his lips as he rose up again, with the crowd swelling behind him, moved in for another lariat-on-lariat clash, and…

Ate a kick to the face.

A Big Boot, to be more specific. It cracked him clean on the face and sent him reeling, stumbling away in a desperate bid to keep his footing. He wound up tumbling through the ropes, crashing onto the apron, and he would’ve fallen to the floor if he hadn't been able to grab the middle rope at the last second, anchoring him. Instead, he laid on the apron for a moment, flat on his ass, before he began to pull his way up again, though it was slow going all the way.

[ADarlingDucky]

After three sets of brutal lariats between them, both Army and Marcella were looking like they had been hit by a truck, both wrestlers staggering back, with Army falling into the turnbuckles while Marcella went down to a knee, both needing a moment to recover. The impact had been nothing short of thunderous within the arena, filling up the space with the noise of a body on body collision, and it was clear that if this was the start of the match, the crowd were in for quite the violent affair. Still, Marcella and Army would need to recover from their initial clash in order for that to take place, and it was now a race to see which one of them would actually be able to swing at the other first. A race that fortunately for Marcella, she would end up winning, as she pushed herself up and rushed back towards Army, throwing a boot straight for him that would clobber him in the head, and send him reeling once more!

The blow sent Army tumbling backwards, this time falling through the ropes and very nearly crashing onto the outside of the ring, stopped only by a hand shooting out to grasp hold of the ropes, keeping him suspended. He'd begin pulling himself up, but as Army hoisted himself up to something resembling a stand on the apron, Marcella would continue on towards him, soon standing behind him as she reached out to grab hold of his chin, wrenching it backwards and bowing his back over the ropes!

"Going so soon 'Army?' I don't remember giving you permission!" With Army pulled over the ropes, his chest forwards, Marcella would raise an arm high, before suddenly swinging it around her opponent and slamming her forearm into his chest, hitting him with a sudden clubbing blow! She'd throw two more in quick succession, three hard arm strikes to the chest, continuing to batter him even after their exchange of lariats, all in an effort to drive the air out of his body!

"There, now you can go on your way." With her series of strikes delivered, Marcella would release Army's chin, before throwing a quick hip bump to his body, looking to send him fully off of the apron and onto the matted floor, hopefully having left him truly breathless this time!

[BlackAkuma]

Ooof. Army was no stranger to taking hard shots in the head - small surprise - but he had to say, that was one of the nastier hits he’d ever endured. Marcella put no small amount of stink on that one, hitting with enough force to even send his big ass reeling, and he honestly had no idea how he’d even managed to grab onto the ropes before he fell out all the way. Pure reflex, most likely.

He’d only just begun to pull his way back up when Marcella moved in behind him, gripping him by the chin and jerking him the rest of the way. He tried to struggle in her grip, but he was still too groggy, too disoriented, and she was way too damn strong. By the time he’d managed to get his senses together, it was too little, too late.

One hit. Two hits. Three hits. Each one thundered into Army’s chest like a war drum and filled the arena with the sound of smacking flesh. Each one knocked more and more of the wind out of him, and by the time she was done, he hardly had any left to breathe with.

A kick sent him flailing off the apron and tumbling to the outside of the ring. He hit the floor, dropped to his knees, and rapidly stood up as the momentum carried him to the announcer’s desk. He almost went over it, too, but he was able to catch himself at the last moment and get his bearings, instead using it to lean on and keep his feet underneath him.

One hell of a hit. But he was still standing. Barely, but standing.

[ADarlingDucky]

Marcella's kick had been fully meant to send Army not only out of the ring, but knock him clean out and leave him to spend his ten count on the outside of the ring in a heap. But, as Marcella was learning quite quickly, her opponent was nothing if not durable. Instead of actually being sent sprawling onto the floor, he had managed to grab hold of the ropes and keep himself anchored to the squared circle, and even began to slowly pull himself up to a stand, something that she didn't intend on letting him accomplish. Not without something in return, that was. That would come in the form of the large goth woman grabbing hold of his chin and wrenching him backwards over the ropes, forcing his chest outwards so that she could deliver a series of hard forearms to his chest, looking to crush the air the rest of the way out of him, just in case her earlier lariats hadn't done the job!

When she was finally finished battering Army, Marcella's swift hip bump would send him the rest of the way out of the ring, landing on the outside and staggering over to the announcer's desk, managing to fall against it before he fully tipped over. Notably, still on his feet. That wouldn't do, not for Marcella. She wanted to make sure that Army was completely and totally flattened out.

"Hmmmm..." The large woman mused, glancing over the ropes at her opponent, before turning and gazing at the ropes on the far side of the ring, a smirk slowly forming on her face.

"Stay riiiiiight there Army..." Marcella said with a smirk, before turning and rushing towards the ropes on the far side of the ring, building up steam as she hit them and bounced off, suddenly rushing back his way! And once she reached the edge of the ring, she'd lower herself down, and launch herself through the ropes, throwing herself at Army to utterly flatten him with a suicide dive!

[BlackAkuma]

Oof, that was a rough one. Fucking hell. Army felt like his chest was caving in.

It was hard to tell with his skin already being dark, but he was certain that Marcella had left some marks there, ones he’d been feeling for a while. The woman had a lot of raw, disgusting power going on, way more than he’d ever bargained for looking at her. She was raw, not as trained or honed as a lot of the guy he’d taken on in the boxing ring, but the force was comparable. She wanted to knock him on his ass, and if this kept up, she’d get her wish.

Not a problem, though. Not even close.This was his element. He just had to get his shit together, take a breath, and…

Wait. Why was the crowd getting louder? They were doing that thing, where they made this rising noise, like they were anticipating something big coming, almost like-

”Oh, shit!”

Army looked to the ring just in time to see Marcella bounding his way, taking off through the ropes, and leaping his way like a human missile, one that was locked on hard to him. There was no time to move out of the way, barely any time to react, and he could only think of one thing to do.

Army ducked down, let her come over him, and caught Marcella on his shoulders as she flew, taking all of her weight and momentum into a fireman’s carry. He stumbled to the side, nearly fell over the announcer’s desk again, but he managed to plant his feet again and sway away from them,, back towards the center of the aisle.

Once his feet were planted and his position was steady, he let gravity do the rest of the work for him - Army kicked his legs out, fell back, and attempted to drop Marcella on the floor with a simple Samoan Drop.

[ADarlingDucky]

After sending Army toppling off of the apron, Marcella observed his landing with a keen eye, watching as he nearly dropped to his knees before he staggered over to the announcer's table and landed against it, just barely keeping himself upright. Marcella wasn't looking to cause undue pain, of course, but she had to admit that Army was definitely tougher than she had given him credit for, and it was going to take some serious heavy offense to bring him down, something that she could definitely provide. It was all just a matter of choosing what to do, and with her foe outside of the ring and her still inside, there was one option that came to mind much sooner than the others. Marcella would measure Army up, before turning and rushing across the ring, throwing herself into the ropes and thundering back towards his direction, before lowering herself and flying out between the ropes!

It was quite the sight, to see a heavyweight like herself take such a risky and high flying option, but she wanted Army down, and she wanted the satisfaction of crushing him underneath herself. But it was that thought that perhaps led her into the situation she found herself in now, where Army would suddenly duck and she would not crash into him, but rather land atop his shoulders! The pair staggered to the side, Army sporting all of the weight, but Marcella found her eyes growing wide as he once more refused to go down, holding her aloft instead!

"What the fu- UUUUGH!" Without any pomp or circumstance, Army would suddenly drop back and swing Marcella hard into the floor outside of the ring, slamming the muscled woman down with a samoan drop that crushed all the air out of her!

It was only at this very moment that Marcella began to feel awfully stupid for underestimating Army. Her inherit lack of respect for the large male had led her to fly directly into his clutches, and after taking the slam, she was now realizing that she had just provided him a valuable advantage. And so as she cursed herself in her head, the goth would roll over and try to push up to her hands and knees, letting out a low groan as the ache in her back left her moving slow, giving Army a notable lead!

[BlackAkuma]

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

Not just for the obvious reason, either. You know, because trying to catch a huge, muscular goth chick on his shoulders wasn’t something he’d ever attempted before. She could’ve easily been too heavy for him, could’ve been too much weight for him to take like that, could’ve wound up getting smashed on the floor at the very least.

No, the real bad reason was what came after her managed to successfully catch her. Instinct took over, and he went with one of his favorite moves, the Samoan Drop. A move that required his back to hit the floor.

The hard floor.

So yeah, it sucked. Not as much as it sucked for Marcella, but it sucked. Lightning down the spine. Nasty. ”Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea…”

Army grumbled and rolled his feet, just in time to look over and see Marcella on her knees. As much as he wanted to take some time off to breathe, he knew that wasn’t a luxury he could afford at the moment. He needed to press his advantage. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his way up and came after her.

He reached down, grabbed a handful of Marcella’s thick, black strands, and forced her up to her feet. He kept that hold tight as he charged forward, then swung around and attempted to hurl her straight into the barricade.