Felina Rodriguez vs Daisuke Takeuchi

The image of the ever-confident wrestling prince crawling on his knees before a new girl who had spent the past few minutes handing his ass to him on a silver platter didn’t go unnoticed by the fans in attendance, or Felina. It felt great to have pummeled this arrogant prick as much as she had. The way she saw it, he deserved every bit of this ass kicking, and it was a pleasure to be the one dishing it out.

However, her opponent still had fight in him. And as Felina picked him up, she was suddenly caught with a vicious chop right over her voluptuous chest! “Agh!!” she cried out, taking a couple stumbling steps backward as her arms went to cover her chest. A chop like that wasn’t something she’d ever had to deal with in kickboxing before. Sure’s she’d taken punches to the chest, but there was a big difference in the effects those had. One had more potential to bruise. But the other, while perhaps not as threatening, packed a giant sting that was bound to linger for some time. Just one of many things she was going to have to get used to in this new environment, but for now it had bought Daisuke an opening and a moment to recover.

This whole time Daisuke was having to back track and cover up, he had no offence going in at all and even his defence was weak against a straight up brawling woman like Felina. Plus, she was out to prove a point, her drive and determination was strong and it felt strong as she delivered each and every jab or strike to his face and body.

Still, he wasn't about to be just blown over or atleast he wanted to try and get back in this match. He stood by on what he said before and wasn't going to back away from it just because some crazy Latina girl got her spirit back from a little pep talk by her cousin.

After stopping his opponent dead in her tracks by a quick but vicious chop, he quickly followed that up by raising his knee up into her abs in an attempt to double her over infront of him. If that connected he would take some time to goad over her, rubbing his jaw to remind him of that earlier strike  "Hmph, it wont be this easy Felina. I still stand by on what I said before, about you" he said before trying to wrap his arm around her face for a front facelock.

Whenever she got around to re-watching this match, regardless of how things turned out in the end, she was going to be kicking herself for giving Daisuke that opening. She was putting a hurting on him and had him backed into a corner. She should’ve just kept on the attack there, but a moment of overconfidence had cost her. Although to Daisuke’s credit, even though Felina would never openly admit it, it was impressive that he was up and fighting after the hits she’d laid on him. She’d scored more than a few knockouts with less powerful hits than what he’d eaten tonight. It just goes to show that just because someone’s an asshole, doesn’t mean they can’t fight. It seemed Daisuke was resilient, and wouldn’t be giving this fight up so easily.

Not long after the sudden, stinging chop had smacked into her chest, a knee flew up and buried itself into her toned abs. “Ungh!” she gasped, doubling over as a good amount of wind was just blasted out of her. And as much as Felina would’ve loved to retort the comment that followed from her foe, she was instead pulled into a front facelock before she had the chance. “Let..go!” she barked through grit teeth while pulling on his arm in hope that she might find a way to loosen his grip.

It was time for Daisuke to press on the advantage, he wasn't going to let this wrestler wannabe just outright flatten him over in this match and after her earlier advantage it was time Daisuke had some payback to the Latina beauty. He moved in and his knee jammed right up into her abs to double her over, just as planned, before he stepped in to wrap his arm around her face for a front facelock.

He looked down on her with a grin on his face when her hand came around his wrists to try and pry his hands off her head. "Oh please...."he said while shrugging his shoulder before going for another knee to her abs to further stun her while really wrenching in the facelock while gritting his teeth in the effort that took to really tighten the submission. Still, her hands were free and he was a bit worried about what she could do while she still had her hands free.

"Let go? HAH! Sure thing, all you have to do is submit"he said calmly.

“Ugh!!” she cried out as the wrestling prince’s knee once again rose up to strike her stomach. It hurt like a bitch, but even still she wasn’t about to give in. “Ngh.. Hell no!” Felina quickly retorted as Daisuke told her to submit. There was no way in hell she was going to tap out to a guy like this! Although, realistically, that sentiment could only last so long. But the fiery latina still had plenty left in the tank to fight back. She just had to find a way out of this damn hold...

Fortunately, it left both of her hands free. And while her fists weren’t the same sort of deadly weapons as Carmen’s or Army’s, leaving them unaccounted for was about to cost Daisuke. Felina used a hand to grab onto one of Daisuke’s wrists. But she wasn’t trying to pull it away this time. Instead, she was aiming to hold it in place. And as she did so, she balled her free hand into a fist and began to throw it repeatedly toward the ribs on the same side as the arm she was holding! If he couldn’t block the punches, she was willing to bet Daisuke would have no choice but to release the hold.

He wanted to push through as well, he wanted to send a message to his rival that he wasn't going to just let her steamroll him and that he meant every word he said about her. To prove it, he wanted to defeat her with all she had. Another knee to her abs really got her shaken up before he tightened the facelock to put her under some serious pressure, not to mention his tactic to get her mentally tired by asking her to submit constantly. "Just give in already....admit it" he grinned.

However, Felina was one of the more stubborn lot of the roster and wasn't about to give up that easily especially considering what was on the line. Her hand went around his wrist, to which he simply smirked "Hah, good luck with that" he said as he tightened his hold even more. However he was oblivious to her real tactic, which was to keep him distracted enough so his lower body would be less tense and when her other hand began to repeatedly throw punches towards his ribs, he was left out of breath and not to mention his ribs really felt sore- forcing him to release the hold and stagger back while massaging his ribs.

"Mnggh Ow,Ow,Owww....."

"There you go!"

Carmen had been intently watching as Felina started to make her comeback, glad to see Felina making use of the family's most famous weapons. This was a complete warrior Daisuke was dealing with - if he thought he could leave any limbs on a Rodriguez unattended, he was learning differnet, now.

"You've got him on the ropes, don't let him breathe!"

Felina quickly rolled her neck once her head was finally out of Daisuke’s clutches. But the repeated body strikes to wrestling prince had done more than help her squirm from a hold. He was feeling the pain, likely a bit winded, and staggering back. Felina knew what she had to do, and the instructions called out form her cousin enforced the thought.

She nodded, then put her fists right back up and stepped forward to keep up the pressure. First she fired a quick right jab right toward the bridge of Daisuke’s nose, hoping to catch him while his arms were still tending to his sore ribs. And immediately after, she went right back after the body by swinging her right leg up in an attempt to slam it hard right into the ribs she’d target only moments ago!

After grappling up with the Latina, he was made sure to pay for that bad idea as Felina smacked her fists into his ribs to make him release his submission on her. Daisuke backed off while nursing to his sore ribs and diverting his attention from Felina completely, which proved to be another bad idea.

The latina once again stepped in and jabbed the bridge of his nose, something which he was totally nor prepared for! " UGH! God damnit....owww"he growled as his hands quickly shot back up to his nose, covering it from any subsequent attacks. However he needn't worry about it as that left his ribs exposed and she went for a swinging kick to his ribs

*THAWK*

Daisuke let out a loud moan of agony as that kick connected and he went straight down on his knees.

The loud smack of Felina’s kick striking against Daisuke echoed all throughout the arena, making thousands of viewers simultaneously cringe and groan as the wrestling prince dropped to his knees. But of course he wasn’t about to get any sympathy from the kickboxing beauty, who was feeling quite strong as she stood over her wounded foe.

“Ready to take back all that shit you said? Huh?!” she barked down at Daisuke, then reached down to grab onto his head to guide him back up a bit, before shoving his head between her strong thighs.

Felina had been sticking to her roots throughout the match, but the thought of using her first piledriver ever to spike this douche right on top of his “royal” head, now that was just too good to pass up. If she could get him in position, Felina would lean forward and wrap her arms around his waist, then attempt to hoist his chiseled frame upside down in preparation for a sudden and dangerous drop!