"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.