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

[Afterhoursclub]

And there she was, standing in the middle of the ring, stretching and warning up. "Perhaps, tonight would be more fun than she had imagined at first" The devilish redhead couldn't stop smiling. Neither could the many patrons enjoying the view of the dark haired wrestler bouncing on the balls of her feet. She winked and exchanged teasing smiles with anyone who crossed stares with her.

Anyone who didn't shy away from her piercing gaze...

Her attention quickly fixed on Armando, approaching the ring accompanied by another girl dressed in referee clothing, probably some innocent waitress who had been dragged into all this almost against her will. By the time they both jumped inside, Brielle had already finisher warming up, her skin already covered by a light glistening sheen. All ready to go.

"Hmph... You seem... A little too excited, about this..." She eyed Army, noticing his emotion. Hands on her waist, facing the athletic man in front of her. Brielle, cut the distance between them, and got close enough for her chest to press against his, staring him straight into the eyes. "Show me what you got, handsome." The mischievous gal winked once and walked back to her corner. Setting herself up for the starting bell...

"Loser pays the check!..." She yelled, half joking. "And I plan on ordering a shit ton of wings after after putting you down, love!"

[BlackAkuma]

Army began to bounce from foot to foot, landing on the balls of each foot before her pranced to the other. He usually had a whole stretching routine before a match, but there wasn’t any time for that, so this would do for now, enough to get him loose. Come to think, it was probably a bad idea for them to eat so close to a ‘match’, but hell, there wasn’t anything to be done about that, now.

His bouncing came to an end when she crossed the ring and got close - real close - pressing their chests together, letting him feel her heat on his bare chest. She wasn’t shy, he’d give her that much out of the gate.

”I’m a Rodriguez, we’re always ready to rumble.” He smirked as she walked away, and nodded at her little wager. He was perfectly fine with paying the check, so long as she didn’t get too crazy, but he wasn’t about to say no to a free meal. Not in this economy.

There was no real bell to ring, but the ‘referee’ made the best of it, clapping her hands to kick things off. Army immediately brought up his fists, nice and tight, slipping into an orthodox boxing stance to start with - tight, defense, noncommittal. He wanted to feel her out a little first, get a sense for what he was dealing with before he settled on a gameplan.

He moved her way with tight fists and a steady gaze, moving into her range and daring her to take the first action.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle shook her arms and got into position, raising two tight fists in front of her face. The encounter looking more like a street fight than a wrestling match. But that was alright with her, the devilish goth wasn't a stranger to these... Having been in more than a few underground scuffles back in her native England.

The devilish goth danced around the man with strange familiarity, jumping back and forth with short, quick steps. Switching her stance every now and then to prevent him from reading her next move. Her long dark mane following her head movements like a shadow. Brielle took advantage of the space right away, staying close but never closer enough to end up exposed. She watched Army carefully, he was build like a fighter, and one who could deliver hard hits for sure. But this only made her more excited...

Armando willingly stepped into range: was it a trap? Was it deliberate?

The dark haired gal smirked, accepting his sudden invitation. Brielle jumped in, dishing out two lighting fast left jabs, testing his guard and his reflexes. Before swooping down, lowering herself to fire a hard right to the man's abdominals.

[BlackAkuma]

There was a time when Army would’ve charged in on Brielle, headless to the consequences, but those times were long gone. He wouldn’t say he was cautious - his sister damned sure wouldn’t say that - but he’d had enough sharp lessons to learn the costs of rushing in and the benefits of taking a little time to analyze. To think. To plan.

He moved in with light feet, staying loose as she came forward and fired the opening shots. He made note of her posture all the way. Solid form. Good placement. Great base. Most wrestlers he met were passable at best when it came to that sort of thing, but she knew what she was doing. Real blows would be flying his way.

Two jabs. Crisp. Clean. The first one smacked against his guard, hitting the wrist with enough force to make him wince, leaving his bones numb, but a quick jerk backward put him just out of the second’s reach. Leaving her to hit nothing but air.

He was still moving back when she ducked low and came at him with a good right hook. Not enough time dodge that one, but he managed to drop his arm, taking it on the elbow instead. Good shot, still stung like blazes on the bones.

”Okay, okay.” Army pivoted and moved to her side, testing her ability to keep up with his footwork, then fired his own salvo. The first was a jab of his own from mid-range, a mirror of the ones she’d throw his way, but the second blow was a right cross - or the start of one. He pulled back before it could make contact, a feint, testing her reactions before he stepped back out of range again to see how quick she’d be to chase.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle Morgan circled playfully around the man with keen interest in seeing how he would react to her pressure. The Loud squeaking of her boots sliding on the canvas was heard when she stepped in, firing two quick jabs.

The first one slammed against Army's guard, her knuckles making full contact with his skin, testing the strength of his arms in repelling her attack. The man felt the sting, and she smirked. A cocky smile drew on her lips. She followed right away.

The second hit would miss. Armando jumped out of the way just in time, leaving her swinging at empty air. "Huh..." A curious look took over, Brielle nodded with her head, a quick gesture that not many would see.

She launched a powerful right hook, aimed at Army's toned abdominal wall, looking to put his core to the test. But this one ended up being blocked by his elbow, absorbing all the damage.

"Aww... I wanted to touch it!" She let out a snarky complaint between chuckles. Pulling her arm back and raising her guard again. Her eyes fixed on the man's counter attack.

First, another jab that Brielle caught with both hands, feeling the burning sensation on her palms instantly. Followed by what seemed like a strong cross...

She braced for the impact, but this one never came....it had been a feint.

Brielle was left covering herself from nothing... Looking a bit silly, and embarrassed for a short beat, staring at Armando with a confused expression before smiling again. Rolling her shoulders and resetting her stance.

"Well, then... Pretty boy likes to play games too..." Her eyes gleamed with mischievous intent. The goth rushed again, turning her body while extending one arm, seeking to deliver a hard back fist.

However, Brielle would pull back before making contact, a feint of her own, lowering herself and using the momentum of her rotation to throw a sweep kick to Armando's feet, attempting to down the man to the canvas.

[BlackAkuma]

Brielle had a nice laugh.

It was easy to miss with all the grunting and groaning from the match, but she had a nice voice. You’d think he would’ve noticed it before, he’d been talking to her all night, but it only really registered now, as they were trading blows. A lovely voice all around, all deep and sensual and with that English tone that made her sound a little evil, but in a fun way. And her eyes were striking, too…

Focus. Focus, focus, focus. Fun as they were having, those punches were real, and he didn’t relish the thought of this night ending with him on his back and a knot on his forehead. ”You’ll get a chance, don’t worry.”

Brielle had good reflexes. While Army wasn’t the fastest puncher, he wasn’t slow by any means, and his jabs came off crisp. She still managed to block it well enough, and probably would’ve avoided the cross, too - if he’d thrown it.

He was away, and she was coming after him, going high with another strike. She gave him a taste of his medicine, pulling back for the feint, while the real attack came from below…way below.

A sweep. Even though Army had trained in wrestling for a while, stuff like that still caught him off guard more than he liked to admit, too used to not having to worry about much below the waist. It connected clean, and while it wasn’t enough to make him fall, he was forced to stumble back, struggling to keep his footing.

Instead of being awkward, though, he decided to roll with it and drove himself back after a couple of staggered steps, hurling himself into the ropes and letting them propel him backward towards her with doubled velocity. He rushed towards her, swung his arm out wide, and tried to nail her with a clubbing lariat, aiming right at her chest.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle was used to seeing how people reacted in a wide variety of ways when they faced her, or sometimes even just when they looked at her; she enjoyed provoking all sorts of reactions. Unlike her cousin Ashley, who was good at intimidating, Brielle wanted to exploit the full spectrum of emotions every time she could.

Of course, this wasn't a mere accident... or something that happened just by chance, it was part of her persona, so much that the goth girl had adopted it into her strategy- And it worked.

Armando seemed prepared; their short first exchange had taught her that he was by no means an amateur. But she also noticed how her little games had slowly crept into his head. A quick look, a brush too close for comfort, her teasing smile following his every move. She knew what she was doing, and so did he...

Of course, as much fun as Brielle was having playing around, this was still a fight, and mere games alone would not give her the victory. She faked a punch and threw her real attack: a sweep kick that found Army's legs. Connecting squarely with the man's center of gravity. Causing him to lose balance.

Brielle turned around, finishing her rotation, convinced that when her eye met him again, he would be lying on the floor, open for her next maneuver. But what she didn't expect... was for Armando to swiftly bounce right back at her, carrying a great deal of momentum with him.

"Hmmph?" She raised an eyebrow, looking at the big bicep coming at full speed.

-SMACK-

"Gaahh!" The hard slam on her chest brought her right back down to the mat, hitting the ground back-first with a resounding THUD. In just a moment, she was dazed, staring straight into the ceiling lights. Arms at her sides, and with a confused look adorning her features. Needing to take a moment to register what had just happened.

[BlackAkuma]

When this had started, the audience had only been paying half attention to them, probably figuring that he and Brielle were nothing more than a couple of lovebirds screwing around for a date. A ring like this cost a lot of money, this probably wasn’t the first time someone had done something like this. The owner had to get his money back on it, somehow.

That all changed fully the moment Army’s arm connected with Brielle’s chest, creating a sonorous smack that rang out across the room and drew everyone’s head their way. Suddenly, they all realized that the two of them weren’t just throwing love taps. No, these were hard, heavy hits, and Brielle had just taken the heaviest one so far. People were turning in their chairs to face them, a small crowd was gathering around the ring. A few people were even recording on their phones.

She went down with a heavy crash, one that had to hurt all over, as Army came to a skidding stop near the center of the ring. He nearly tripped up over his own momentum, but he got it together in time to look over and see her on the floor, arms wide, legs splayed, staring up at the ceiling with those ghostly eyes of hers.

Prime, open target, too. Couldn't let that go.

”Alley-” Army leaped backward with her arm extended high above him.

”-oop.” He came down beside her, attempting to bring and Elbow Drop deep into her chest.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle's fall on the canvas was almost as loud as the hit that dropped her in the first place. Catching the attention of almost every person present in the sports bar at that time. It had not been a silly, playful strike... No, that was a full-on wrestling move, from someone going all out-

Brielle's world turned into a blurry mess for a couple of seconds after the hard slam before her eyes fixed on the lights ahead. She heard how the crowd was starting to murmur, reacting to her sudden fall as people began to gather. She turned her head to the sides, looking for Army, and that's when she saw the man above her, ready to drop a punishing elbow right on top of her aching chest.

The heelish goth smirked again, placing all of her attention back on him.

"Well, then..." She managed to roll just a beat before Army's elbow slammed onto her figure. Leaving the man to crash and burn over the mat. With cat-like reflexes, Brielle got into a crouch. If Army needed any time to recover, she would grab both of Armando's shoulders and pull the man into a seating position. Firing a swift kick to his back in an attempt to stall him from getting up.

"Seems like kicking your ass is way more fun than having dinner with you..." she whispered into his ear with a soft chuckle.

She would then dart to the ropes to gather as much momentum as possible before bouncing back towards her opponent, jumping just when he was within reach and pointing both of her legs forward, slamming the heels of her boots against his back with a low dropkick.

[BlackAkuma]

That had been no light hit Army had struck Brielle with. Lariats were one of the wrestling moves he’d taken to most quickly when he made the transition, a natural for his body type. He had the height, the strength, the power to make blows like that explosive, and he’d put down plenty of people for a while with hits like that. Even people bigger than Brielle, though, admittedly, not too many.

He felt safe in assuming that the blow would keep her down for a few seconds, but that was the trouble with assuming things - sometimes, you were wrong. Painfully wrong.

Brielle slipped out of the way in the nick of time, giving nothing for Army’s elbow but the canvas. He struck on his funny bone, and the pain traveled all the way up his arm, making him cry out from the shocking pain, then again when she gave him that kick on the spine.

Even still, he couldn't help but chuckle at her little joke. ”I think you meant that as a compliment, but-”

Something hard struck Army in the back - her feet, he guessed - as he tried to stand up, and the blow was enough to him forward, flat on his chest once again. He managed to get his arms up to absorb some of the impact, but it still sucked, and getting back up this time was slow going. He groaned and began the task of rising once more, doing his best to shake off the grogginess along the way.