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

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle finally stood firmly on the ground again, holding her midsection with one hand while trying to catch her breath back. The bearhug, while short, had been tight... Draining a lot of her stamina rather quickly.

After a few seconds, she turned around, smiling at the scene that met her eyes:

"Aw... Did I hit you too hard?" She slowly approached Armando's dazed form hanging from the ropes. Her playful fingers found his jaw and pulled his face onto her direction to get a better look.

"Let me help you..."

Brielle quickly raised one leg and slammed a firm knee into the man's chiseled abdominals.

"Thanks for all the flattery, honey... But yours are just as good!"

Without delay, Brielle smashed Army's abdomen with another powerful knee strike, looking to drop him down to his knees.

"Ok... Maybe... Not as good as mine, but still decent enough!" She chuckled.

If she managed to get Army down, Brielle would pull his head and press it against her own abs. "What was that about wanting to get a better look, sugah!" Using the man's face as a towel for a couple of seconds before leaving him knelt down and running to the opposite side of the ring.

If Brielle's plan went uninterrupted, she would bounce back, gathering a great deal of momentum, and smack Army's head with a Shining Wizard kick upon returning.

[BlackAkuma]

Army might’ve been still on his feet, but that was only by reflex, his body trained to stay upright even when his brain was out to lunch. And out to lunch it was, too. The first elbow would’ve been bad enough, but he could’ve soldiered through it, even returned fire. He’d taken worse. But having the second his brain in quick succession left his world spinning, his brain rushing to try and retain focus. With a little more oomph, that could’ve been a KO.

He was still in his own little world when Brielle - or the blurry image he assumed was Brielle - seized him by the chin and pulled him in close. Army started to raise his arms, but it was far too little and far too late - her knee crashed into his stomach like a piston, driving the wind clean out of him, all at once. Another came in strong, just a moment later, and down her went on his knees, his face resting against her abs.

…which wasn’t too bad, honestly. Soft. Warm. Wet and sweaty, but that actually made it better. Army could’ve stayed here a while and been content.

He would have all of two seconds before she broke and dashed towards the opponent side of the ring, then came rushing back to him at full speed. Army knew what was coming and knew what he needed to do to stop it, but his body was slow and unresponsive, barely registering what was coming her way. He was only able to get one foot on the ground before she closed the distance.

Another knee. This one right to the side of his temple, where her elbow had connected a few moments ago. Army spun about, a full circle, before he came flopping down face first on the canvas, arms splayed out and a distant stare in his eyes, utterly wrecked by the hellish blow.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle was surprised, something quite unusual was happening in their match, and the devilish goth could not let the chance to tease about it pass her up...

"Oh, are you alright, sugar?" She began. "Did I kick you too hard?"

"I don't think I've seen you this quiet since, well... Our -marvelous- dinner together earlier tonight..." With no lack of irony coating her words.

The elbows, the knees and finally the shining wizard had proven to be just enough to topple the burly man down to the canvas, with this one now sporting a lost look in his eyes. Brielle saw this and immediately sat right next to him, holding her legs together with both arms almost in a childish manner. One of her hands jumped to his scalp and playfully rubbed his hair.

"Maybe... You had enough excitement for one night, big guy...." Having said this, Brielle pulled from Army's arm and began to push him into his side, rolling him until he was facing the ceiling... This took Brielle longer than she anticipated, for Armando was not a "lightweight" in the least. Brushing some sweat from her brow, the dark haired gal proceeded to lay on top of the seemingly unconscious wrestler while hooking one of his legs up. Prompting the count...

The referee girl seemed a bit confused, still trying to figure out her role in all of this. But after a wake up call from Brielle, she dropped to the mat right away.

"For tonight, sunshine!"

The count began

"ONE!"

[BlackAkuma]

Army wasn’t out out, he wasn’t unconscious, but he was definitely reeling after taking hits like that. Anyone would. He still had a brain in his skull, and despite popular opinion, he did use it, every now and then.

Army was dimly aware of Brielle saying something - seductive and sweet, from the tone - but he couldn't quite make out the words, not with his head pounding like this and his senses frayed. All he could do was groan as she grabbed hold of him, flipped him over, and put his shoulders to the mat.

The first count came.

Hm. She smelled nice. Some kind of perfume? Maybe one of those fancy deodorants, the ones his sister liked so much. He should tell Carmen about this next time he saw her at the gym, she’d get a kick out of it. Or tell him he was dumbass and he needed to grow up and stop doing silly shit in public. Depended on her mood.

”And…two!”

Army snapped back to his senses after the second hit, and as the referee-who-wasn’t raised her hands once again, he threw his hand up hard and broke the count with a violent twist, enough to put him over to his side.

Army stayed there for a few moments, shaking some sense into his head, before Brielle’s words finally registered. ”Sorry, drifted off for a sec. Don’t worry, I’ve still got some left in the tank for you. Won’t be that easy…” He had a quick chuckle, even through the pain. ”...little gal.”

[Afterhoursclub]

Aaaand... The pin was broken, just like that- Brielle rolled on her side, pressing one elbow against the canvas for support while laying eyes on Armando. Still kicking.

Admittedly, Brielle already knew this wasn't enough to put him away, half-expecting him to kick out from the start. His type had a reputation for needing a real beat down before calling it.

Luckily, the goth girl was more than happy to deliver said beat down...

Army kicking out triggered a loud reaction from the crowd, which seemed to be getting more and more into the match, forgetting that this was a restaurant and not an actual arena.

"Good... Good..." Brielle clapped as well "I got worried for a second..."

"Just when I was starting to really have fun"

The Brit smirked playfully, until Armando's next words graced her ears.

Brielle wasn't sure why exactly she felt that way... Maybe, it was his tone...

Perhaps it was the condescending nature of what he was saying, or maybe she just didn't like those words strung together... But that phrase, that silly... Inconsequential, but somewhat annoying phrase...

"Little gal..."

Really didn't sit well with the devilish girl.

"What?..."

She leaned closer to Army, who was still catching his breath.

"Fuck you mean... Little gal?"

She pushed the man repeatedly with one hand almost like an angry girlfriend mad a her boyfriend after a bad joke.

"You... Absolute jerk!" The goth girl pulled Army up to a sitting position and quickly wrapped one arm around his neck, trapping him in a tight sleeper hold.

"You are a little gal!" Brielle squeezed as hard as she could, pressing her head tightly against his back to protect her face from any harm while she choked him out.