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

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle bounced on her rear a few times after laying the hard hit onto Army's back. The strike had been strong enough to push the man forward, leaving him in a crawling position while slowly trying to get back up, something that the devilish goth could not allow to happen so soon.

The Brit quickly stood up, following Armando right away. Pondering her next course of action. It was still too early to attempt any submission that would prove useful. Plus, he still had almost all of his strength, so the only other option left was to keep punishing the man.

Brielle playfully hopped on her toes, approaching the crawling Army until she was standing right next to him.

"You look lovely crawling like that, babe..." The woman gracefully jumped, like a ballerina in the middle of a performance, and sought to land with a double stomp right on top of Armando's already aching back, slamming him against the canvas again and stopping him from getting up.

[BlackAkuma]

Well, that was markedly unpleasant. Credit where it was due, though - Brielle knew how to turn a situation to her advantage.

From his position on the canvas, Army crawled forward, grimacing at both the pain in his back and his arm. Both would be okay, if he had a moment to catch his breath and recover - which, since she was already closing in on him, didn’t seem like it would be happening.

Even still, he couldn't help but chuckle at the complement. ”Ask me, that’s just a polite way of saying ‘I like your ass’.” He gave said ass a quick shake. He put a lot of work into his lower body, might as well get the most bang for his buck. ”No shame, there. Yours isn’t half bad-”

The double stomp put an end to what could’ve been a deep, meaningful discussion on posteriors, as her heels dug deep into his ribs. He supposed he was lucky she didn't opt for high heels on this date, but even so, the hammering blow drove all the air out of him. His back arched and a hoarse croak came from deep in his throat, before he rolled over and kicked his feet about from the pain. ”Ah, fuck, fuck.” He groaned through his clenched teeth.

As much as he wanted to wallow in pain, he had the feeling that Brielle would just continue to push him if he didn’t get up soon. Growing more desperate than he cared to admit, he grabbed hold of the rope and used them for support as he made another attempt at rising.

[Afterhoursclub]

The stomp had hurt, Brielle was completely sure of that, and any other regular individual would have been down for the count and begging her to stop after the force she had put into it. But, witnessing Army taking it head-on, and still trying to reach for the ropes was a surprise...

A pleasant surprise.

"Hmph... shut up, you fool..." she had responded to Armando with a sudden, audible laugh escaping her lips; One that not even Brielle expected after the man was witty enough to shoot back at her teases, complimenting her backside altogether. Brielle leaned down, reaching for her opponent and wrapping her arms around his waist as Armando hung on the ropes trying to get back to his feet.

She was close enough to whisper into his ear again.

"But... I agree with you!" After saying this, Brielle pulled hard, looking to drag Armando away from the ropes and back to the center of the ring. Displaying deceptive strength, she would try to lift him up and then let herself fall backward, arching her back and slamming Army with a hefty German Suplex.

[BlackAkuma]

There was that laugh again. Army was starting to get used to. Not a bad thing.

Then again, maybe it was for a match - if your opponent was laughing at you, that wasn’t a sign you were making position progress. Still, it worked for this little…whatever they were in. Casual with the words, but fierce with the fighting. He could work with this.

Army was just starting to rise up when she came from behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him in for a tight hug, a sensation he did not hate one little bit. Brielle was warm with a strong, muscular body, one that fit well with his own, and he definitely - definitely, definitely, definitely - like that whispering in his ear. Better than any ASMR he’d gone to sleep with, and it sent a shiver running through him.

It was effective, in fact, that Army didn’t realize what Brielle was trying to do until his feet were leaving the ground. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped as gravity abandoned him. ”Wait, wait, are you seriously going to hit me with a-”

German Suplex, yup. Army came down on his shoulders with a heavy crash, but the shock of the move itself was what truly threw him for a loop. It wasn’t the first time he’d been suplexed, but he hadn't expected someone like Brielle to do it. A damned good one, too.

No way was he going to let that slide. After the impact, he rolled over to his knees. ”It’s like that, huh?” With a wild grin, Army pushed up to his feet, fought past the pain, and surged forward and tried to wrap his arms around Brielle’s waist before she could get away, looking to lift her up and send her flying with his own German Suplex.

[Afterhoursclub]

Even with her toned figure and muscular physique, it was quite a surprising visual for someone as lean as Brielle to lift someone like Army, but the goth girl pretty much lived for this: to leave a lasting impression on anyone who witnessed her work. As much as she loved to drag things out, she was also quite competitive when she was having fun- And Armando was perhaps among the most entertaining competition she's had since her debut in LAW.

"What else do you think I'm doing, Love?" Brielle asked, keeping the same teasing tone she'd had the entire night and holding the man tightly in her arms, making sure she had a firm grip on his waist, giving him no options to escape. Their figures pressed against each other in an almost intimate embrace, getting close enough for the warmth of their bodies to be felt by both...

A pleasant feeling for the Brit, but what she was really looking forward to was what came next.

-SMACK- The entire ring shook as Armando came crashing down, hitting the canvas back-first. Brielle kept her grip on him for a couple of seconds, maintaining her back arched in an impressive bridge-like position that triggered some clapping and loud reactions from the impromptu crowd, who were starting to get into the competition.

Once Brielle released him, she heard the man flopping to the side, giving her a false sense of safety- One that was instantly broken once she felt two thick arms now bracing her from behind.

"Oi... what?!" She could not hide the surprise in her voice, realizing that Army was already behind her, now prepping up for a German Suplex of his own.

-SMACK-

The heelish goth was left seeing stars, sprawled on the Mat after the thunderous impact. And yet, besides the pain and the sudden disorientation, something else ignited in her...

"You... -how dare you!" Rather than anger, there was a certain level of playful banter coating her words now... Like a kid trying to outshine its friend in a playground. The German Suplex had hurt, but Brielle's mind was set in trying to get back at the man right away.

"You call that a German?!" Just like Armando before, Brielle hoped right back, grabbing him quickly enough to prevent him from fully getting up, and she pulled, dragging Army and delivering a second German Suplex against the canvas. Hyping up the crowd.

[BlackAkuma]

If Brielle was looking to leave a lasting impression on Army, she’d already succeeded. Hell, she’d probably left a good impression on the middle of this ring, which didn’t seem like it was designed to take the pounding they were giving it. He was pretty sure he’d heard an ominous creak after that last slam.

Regardless, Army could see someone like Brielle fitting in well at his sister’s gym. He could see she had that skills, the tools, everything you could want to become a real threat in LAW, and he would love to see her get put through the paces. Kind of a weird thing to think about with a woman he’d just met, perhaps, but maybe that was just the German Suplex messing with his brain.

He was still feeling that move even now, but he managed to endure well enough to come back and give what he’d just gotten. Brielle wasn’t exactly a lightweight, but he had no trouble hercing her up and hauling her overhead, bringing her down with an impact that made almost as much noise as his own. Whatever he lacked in weight, he must’ve made up for in hangtime.

That would put her down for a couple seconds, long enough for him to get up, catch his breath, and-

”Oh.”

Once again Army was sent flying through the air, flying in a familiar arc, one that only ended when his shoulders spiked the canvas…again. Needless to say, having that done twice in less than seconds did not feel good, and when he came up this time, he was far groggier than when he’d went down last time.

But up he still came, scrambling over to wrap his arms around her waist once more. Purely for platonic reasons. ”No,” He pulled her in tight and spoke against the back of her neck, blowing hot breath all over it. ”I call this a German.”

And he showed what he meant in the next second, as he lifted her up, arched his back, and sent her careering across the arena once again.

[Afterhoursclub]

The Sports Bar owner was feeling a mix of emotions at the moment. Being the wrestling fan that he was, having two experienced fighters duking it out in the middle of his ring was quite a spectacle. A free show for his patrons, lots of excellent publicity, and there was no shortage of those who ordered a nice drink or two to observe the bout.

On the other hand, the ring itself, as legit as it looked, might not have been as professional as he thought when he first bought it, judging by the creaks and the strange noises it kept making as the two figures inside of it began slamming each other with enough force to shake the entire structure.

The match had turned into a suplex contest, with Brielle and Armando not pulling any punches.

-SMACH- -THUD- -SLAM-

Thrashing each other as if they were both competing for an actual title.

When Brielle slammed Army again with that second suplex, she was already feeling the fatigue of the continuous effort, not only reeling from being slammed herself still, but also, lifting him was no easy feat, as strong as she might be...

"Woah..." Once again caught by surprise with those thick arms wrapping around her waist. Army had taken two hefty German Suplexes, and he was already back on her again... showing a great deal of resilience and grit. Brielle could have continued along, furthering the suplex contest some more... but she wasn't looking to test her own spine in such a manner.

Army's movements were not as sharp as before, and Brielle took advantage of this. Wrapping one arm behind his head in a side headlock and diverting all of her weight forward, making it even more difficult for Armando to lift her up for another German.

If everything went accordingly, Brielle would be hoisted up, but her weight would pull both down before Armando could complete the arching motion. Slamming the man down onto the canvas with a countering Bulldog.

"Not so fast, love!"

[BlackAkuma]

This was dumb and Army knew it.

There was hundred and one better ways he could’ve approached this situation. He could’ve caught Brielle in a bearhug and worked on her midsection. He could’ve pulled her into a chokehold, sapped some air out of her body. He could’ve just trapped her in a corner and rattled away on her with a barrage of punches, whittling her down to nothing.

Instead, he was trying to outsuplex her. It was the wrestling equivalent of playing chicken, with only slightly less of chance of head injuries. This was an objectively bad way to go about pro wrestling.

But fuck if it wasn’t fun.

Army got a particularly good amount of impact on that last one, rocking Brielle’s world even as his own still shook, and while he was still spinning even as he wobbled forth, he had the wherewithal to grab hold of the Viper and lift her up. If he’d been in better shape, he might’ve even been able to do something about what was coming next, but…

Army felt the shift as he lifted her up, but it was too late to do anything, and his movements were too slow to properly react. He felt her arms clasping his head, and he was sent hurtling to the floor, the canvas rose up to meet his face.

Army’s features slammed into the mat at full force, making his body jolt at the impact. It felt as if he’d ran into a wall, and it left him downed and groaning for a few moments, before he got enough of his shit back together to make proper movement.

Army stirred after a moment, pressed his palms to the mat, and made a groggy attempt at rising. ”Fuck it, I call that one a win.”
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[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle bounced once, twice after slamming Army's face onto the canvas. Smirking all the way down the moment she realized her plan worked. The Suplex context was fun... but she was a showgirl after all, and doing the same move over and over again definitely could not be called a show.

She remained sitting next to her opponent for a couple of seconds, brushing her shoulders like someone who had just completed a hell of a job, and looked at the man struggling to get back up.

"Hmph... whatever makes you feel better, hon-"

Brielle swiftly jumped onto the man's back, like a kid sitting on a cushion.

"Still... you get an A for effort..." her breath hot against the back of his head. The Goth girl pulled his hair with both hands and quickly snuck her legs around his neck. Pressing instantly while trapping Army in a side head scissor hold. Brielle turned sideways, keeping Armando tight between her legs and supporting herself with one arm. Squeezing more and more every few seconds, without applying an excessive amount of force, just enough to make him really feel it.

"And also an A for asswhoppin'"

Headscissor

[BlackAkuma]

Was his nose broken?

He rubbed it, wrinkled it, and breathed through the nostrils.

Nah, it was good. Felt numb, though. His whole face felt numb, really. Not much of a surprise, really, considering it had just been rammed into the canvas at about ten miles per hour, that’ll do it for you. He was left on the canvas, aching and groaning through the pain, trying his best to deal with it.

He had only begun to rise when Brielle decided to use him as a part bench. She wasn’t too heavy; there were many things he’d hate having on him besides her, but it was still a problem. He was wide open, aching, and she was definitely the type to take advantage of that.

”That’s me.” He grumbled through his gritted teeth as she pulled his hair back. ”I’m an overachiever.”

He had other jokes to throw about, but they were abruptly interrupted with a pair of thighs - thick, strong, yet not-too-soft - wrapped around his head and began to pour on the pressure, pounding his poor skull. It was bad and getting worse with every second.

Army had enough experience with this particular hold to know it wasn’t an easy thing to pull out of. The ropes were the best choice, but he was a good bit away from them, so it wouldn’t be an easy journey. Gritting his teeth, he dug in and began the arduous journey towards the edge of the ring…