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!

[BlackAkuma]

Army would’ve very much liked to take a moment to lie down and just…breathe. Marcella wasn’t just good, she wasn’t just strong, she was relentless, and while he admired that sort of persistence, it was starting to become a little more than he could rightfully deal with. In a normal match, that was what he’d do. Just take a few seconds. Breathe. Form a plan.

But this was not a normal match. And not just because it featured an impromptu food fight.

The referee had already started walking his way to begin the count when Army rose, stopping her before it could get started. It was slow going, but that changed when Marcella came over and ‘helped’ him the rest of the way. While he didn’t know what she was planning exactly, he could say with certainty that he didn't like that look on her face. She had ideas. Bad, painful ideas.

Those ideas, as it turned out, involved him taking her over to the merch cart, where he was a bit surprised to find she had a few items. The seller protested when she took one, but those pleas, of course, fell on the deafest ears, as Marcella brought the damned thing over his head and plunged him into darkness.

Though he couldn't see, he could still feel, and it was hard to miss her thick, bulky arms wrapping around his body and lift him up. Running out of options and knowing that a painful end would be in his future if he didn’t do something, Army took a drastic measure - he put the shirt on properly, sliding his arms through the holes as she hefted him up. That freed his arm up, and his next move was a simple one - he twisted around, swung his arm around, and tried to clock Marcella in the face with his elbow.

[ADarlingDucky]

After attempting to force a hotdog on Army, and then proceeding to utterly crush the cart it came from after he made it clear that he did not want to eat it, Marcella was fairly impressed that he was still moving as well as he was. The muscled man was struggling, sure, but he was attempting to rise before the referee could even get the count started, not letting it move past the first few numbers as he began to stagger back up, with Marcella approaching him once more to grab hold of him. Given his resistance to staying down for too long, the goth woman was fairly aware that she'd need to beat him up a fair amount more if she wanted to keep him down. And so with her opponent in tow, the heavyweight approached the merch stand, snagging one of her shirts before yanking it roughly onto Army's head to plunge him into darkness!

She was in the midst of setting him up to swing him up and bring him crashing down through the table, when Army made the decision that would save him, which was to give up on fighting the shirt. Instead, he'd push his arms up and through the holes, donning the attire, and freeing up his limbs to let him send an elbow backwards into her jaw, the heavyweight's head whipping backwards as she was hit!

"UUGH!" Marcella stumbled back, eventually bumping into the table behind her and sitting down on it for the moment, a hand moving up to rub her chin where Army's elbow had landed on her.

"Fuckin hell..." Marcella grimaced as she shook her head, shaking off the surprise of getting elbowed in the jaw as best she could, before stepping back forwards, aiming at Army and his new shirt. If he wanted to avoid a trip through a table, that was fine, as she'd attempt to catch him turning around with a lariat if she could, attempting to slam a muscled arm into his upper chest as he moved to face her!

[BlackAkuma]

The funny thing? The shirt didn’t fit all that bad. By happenstance, Marcella had picked an Extra Large. It was a little tight around the chest and arms, but nothing he couldn't put up with, and he honestly liked the design. He wouldn’t mind adding this to his ever-growing collection of t-shirts.

After the elbow knocked Marcella away and bought him some time, he fully slipped into it, gave himself a quick up-down, then nodded towards the vendor. ”Don’t got my wallet on me, I’ll find you for it later, man.”

The vendor didn’t seem all that happy about it, but he had the good sense not to get mixed up in the fracas just so he could get his ¥7,000. He let it go, and Army spun around to face Marcella again, just in time to see her making a beeline right for him with her arm wide, the clear sign of an incoming lariat. There was no time to avoid it, so Army did the opposite - he stepped towards her, closing the distance in heartbeat to catch her off guard.

Army brought his head low, letting the arm sail over his head. At the same time, his own arm came over Marcella’s chest, clutching her tight and pulling them together. He reached around with her free hand to grab her back, and from there it was all locked in.

Army lifted her up, whirled her about, and tried to bring Marcella crashing down on the shirt vendor’s stall with a spinning sideslam, using their combined weight for a crushing slam.

[ADarlingDucky]

That elbow hurt. It wasn't the first time that Army had struck her, and it wasn't the first time that she had felt a fair amount of pain, but the elbow to the jaw had really rattled her, leaving her stumbling back and sitting down on the table behind her for a moment. Her vision was a bit wobbly, but clear enough to see a now t-shirt wearing Army speaking with the vendor for a moment, while Marcella shook her head and rubbed her chin, making sure that she could still move it well enough following the hit. After double checking that everything was good, she would push herself up and off of the display behind her, she would shake her shoulders out, before rushing back towards Army. In a bid to close the gap and take back her turn, she swung her arm hard, aiming to crush the male's chest and beat the air out of him, as fast as she could!

It did not go as planned.

Army, seeing her coming, would duck underneath her arm as he stepped in close, catching her as she was left overshooting and suddenly yanking her off of the ground, a hand on her back to help heave her upwards. Marcella felt a brief sense of weightlessness, before she was suddenly slammed through the merchandise table, shirts scattering as the goth was put through the table!

"UUGH!" Marcella felt a bit of resistance from the table, just enough to hurt, before she crashed all of the way through it, the structure standing almost no chance against her when she came down. When the dust settled and the shirts had fallen, Marcella was left flat on her back, a dazed look in her eye as she gazed up at the ceiling. For the first time, she was well and truly rocked, so much so that she didn't make a move to get up or anything, as the referee moved in to begin a count while she lay in the wreckage!

[BlackAkuma]

A replica belt for the Hentai Title. The original one.

A cast of Blair Dame’s ass.

Rainbow Mika action figures. Sixteen points of articulation. Fancy.

All of it was obliterated when Marcella came crashing down on the table.

Army stood up and roared and the crowd bellowed along with him, as he stood above the shattered wreck that had been the merchandise stand. This was far cry from the hentai matches that were LAW’s bread and butter, but that just made the whole thing sweeter. It wasn’t every day that you got straight up street brawling on a LAW show, and Army was absolutely feeling it.

The merchandise vendor, not so much.

Army did his best to ignore the guy as he ranted his way, throwing out a stream of Japanese curses that he was too tired to translate. Instead, he moved out of the way as the referee started the count, giving him a few precious moments to catch his breath. He could’ve pressed his advantage on her, but he had better ideas.

”Cup of water.” He made his way towards the nearest concession stand and leaned on it, using it for support as he recovered. They fixed him one, low on ice, and he quickly quaffed it down and looked Marcella’s way as the referee continued her count. She’d be getting up, he was fairly sure, and he wanted to be ready for her when she did. He didn’t know what it would take to put her down, not yet, but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

[ADarlingDucky]

"THREE!"

That was weird. In all Marcella's time of... well, counting, she was fairly certain that "one" and "two" were supposed to come before three. Surely there was no way that Marcella had missed them after being slammed through the merchandise table. At least, she assumed that much. Of course, the surge of dull pain that moved through most of her body was pretty hard to ignore, and it wasn't a stretch to think that it could have blocked out some of the auxillary noise around her, which would mean that-

"FIVE!"

Well that settled it.

"Uuuugh... I'm going, I'm going..." Marcella groaned, mostly to herself, rolling over amidst the wreckage of several LAW-themed knicknacks as she pushed her palms down onto the floor, gathering herself for a moment before beginning to rise. Her body hurt, a fair amount all over, and the wreckage was a testament to the shocking amount of damage that herself and Army had managed to cause to their surroundings in this hectic bout, having covered quite a distance in the time that they had been fighting.

Speaking of Army, the big man had taken the time during Marcella's recovery to move himself away, and was now currently finishing with a cup of water that he'd toss away, Marcella giving a huff before blowing some loose hair strands out of her face. Honestly, water sounded like it would be awesome right now, but she doubted that Army would let her share in the refreshment. Instead, there was work to be done.

"You done yet? Or would you like some snacks as well ma'am?" Marcella grunted in his direction, though as she remained bent over and with her hands on her knees, looking like it was going to be a second before she was ready to be the one approaching her foe!