An Unexpected Match - Jacob Vs Felina

Jacob knew all too well that he needed to press this advantage while he had it. He knew that Felina wasn't exactly going to show any mercy. When Felina recovered he knew she was going to pay him back in due kind. The only issue was that Jacob was still feeling the after effects of Felina last attack. He wasn't exactly very mobile right now. Still he had to do something.

He would start by kicking her in the side twice, making sure to swing his keg as far out as it could go before bringing it forward. The attacks were crude and more than likely weren't going to do anything more than anger Felina. He would then bend down again, trying to ignore the pain in his back as he wrapped her hands around Felina, specifically, hooking one arm between her legs and one around her chest.

Jacob would then try and lifting Felina up to her feet, his back was protesting majorly though. He would grunt as he got half way there, but the process was far too slow. Felina was going to have more than ample time to do something. If he was able to get her up, or at least get his body back up straight, he would twist around and try to slam Felina back down, with him on top. Sort if like a haphazard suplex. Jacob didn't even know what to call it. All he knew is it would hurt Felina and she would cushion the fall for him which would make it hurt more for her. Double win.

Whatever else happened in this fight, Felina was definitely walking out of it with a serious headache. But if Jacob had his way, that was going to be the least of the kickboxer’s worries, a fact that was first punctuated by a pair of kicks into her side. “Ngh!” she grunted as the painful impacts rolled her over.

Then things only got even more dangerous when her foe reached down to grab onto her, then began heaving her up off the ground. Felina knew whatever he had in mind damn sure couldn’t be good, but luckily for her he wasn’t in any shape to go about it quickly. Felina wasn’t a very light woman either, which certainly didn’t help his case. But as he struggled to slowly lift her up, the kickboxer began to slam her elbow up against his head, repeatedly, as many times as it took to make him let go of her.

Jacobs previous injuries in this fight definitely reduced his endurance. He wasn't feeling himself and Felina had bought forward a lot of pain in a short period of time. The kicks had landed at done their job. They had at the extra and intended effect of rolling Her over. Jacob would start the process of lifting her up, only to get pounded in the back of the head with Elbows. The first one gained a grunt from Jacob, but didn't impeed his progress. The second caused him to loosen his grip of Felina, though not entirely relinquish it. The third time was the charm though. The elbow connected and he let go of her. It was quite high up, so if Felina couldn't get her footing right it was going to be back on the ground rather sharply. But then again she was a kixk kickboxer, footing was sorta her thing.

Yelping and groaning from the third hit, Jacob would retrat backwards, stopping only when the boxing ring in the centre stopped him from going anywhere. He leaned against it for support with his back. "okay. So I admit. You are dangerous. Maybe telling you that you were not a good fighter was a little immature. But did you really need to smash me through those weights? "

Felina’s escape effort gave a new meaning to the phrase, “three strikes, you’re out.” The third elbow did the trick and finally helped the kickboxer get out of Jacob’s clutches. Granted her fall wasn’t a comfortable one by any means. She crashed down onto her side and grunted out on impact, but immediately pushed herself into a roll away from Jacob and got back to her feet.

Seeing her foe retreating, Felina got right into her stance again and advanced to close the distance. And after he spoke, the Puerto Rican chuckled. “Oh, it’s waaaay too late to apologize. And what’re you complainin’ about? You kicked out at one, didn’t ya? Don’t be such a pussy!”

Once she was close, she started lightly shuffling from side to side, trying to make sure she stayed in front of Jacob and kept him cornered against the ring. Then she’d fire a right jab at his head, then follow by lunging in and firing her left knee up toward his stomach!

For Jacob, getting his back against the ring was both a blessing and a curse rolled into one. On the one hand it was good that he was able to rest his back against the ringside, it certianly helped him mitigate the damage dealt from the blow that Felina had dealt him. On the reverse of that however he was now pinned against a surface with nowhere to run; every fighters worst nightmare. Listening to Felina's words didn't exactly encourage Jacob. While this was fight, it was also his first ever official AFW fight, and one he had no preparation for. Jacob was fighting in clothes he would never normal wear in a fight and had even picked a location he himself would not pick. Still, At least it wasn't Carmen... Carmen would of been a whole lot worse.

"Hey! It's not me who decided it would be a good idea to wreck gym equipment!" Before he could continue he noticed a change in the way that Felina was advancing. She was shifting from side to side, almost as if she was trying to pin him in. He had not even bothered getting into a stance. He wasn't being cocky, he was just enjoying his body being so loose and relaxed. It meant that he could also react rather quickly too. When Felina tried to jab him in the face he would move his face to the side, feeling a small little smug about it, he was even talking when he dodged the punch "Don't think that I am not going to try or anything. So far you have just gotten lucky. Soon enough this fight will Balanc..."

Before he could finish his sentance, something struck him in his stomach, something struck him hard. He coughed and spluttered, body doubling over and his hands draping over Felina's shoulders. All the air had been forced out of his body in a single blow. Her legs were like a cannon, firing right into his stomach, suddenly his back didn't feel so bad in comparison. "...F...FUCK...What the hell are you? A fucking robot?" He spluttered out, still doubling over and using Felina as a sort of support to stop him falling forward... not exactly a smart move.

In some ways things would indeed be worse for Jacob if he were fighting Carmen right now. Carmen was the crown jewel of the Rodriguez family for a good reason. 24/7 Champion, Olympic medalist, not to mention one of the most talented boxers of this generation. But Carmen was also generally more controlled and more forgiving than Felina.

Then while Jacob was in in the middle of trying to sound tough, Felina shut him right up with an explosive knee strike directly into his stomach. “Nope! But I am your worst nightmare, boy.” Felina replied with a grin, before continuing to teach Jacob just how poor his decision to come to this gym and start shit with her was.

Wrapping her hands behind Jacob’s neck in a muay thai clinch, she pulled him downward while raising her knee up again, this time aiming to slam it right up into his face!

Jacob began to realise what thus might look like to the outside world. He was basically getting creamed in his debut. Now usually that was not normal, most people didn't win their debuts, but. Felina was not exactly playing nice on this one. Right now she was fighting like her life depended on it. Sadly though Felina wasn't going to give up the barrage of attacks. Just before Jacob could bring himself up to do anything, Felina got him in a flinch and pushed his head down. Jacob thought he was going to get pulled into a hold or suplex, but no. Felina had a far more cruder plan.

Her knee once more shot up like an explosive cannon, hammering his face. Yet again, Jacob took a nasty face shot, and yet again he was pretty much safe from having his nose broken. His nose was bleeding vad though now, dripping constantly and the force of the lunch had splattered blood over the bottom part if his face as various blood vessels in his nose burst on impact. Jacob yelled in agony from the hit, his vision blurred and ears ringing from the blow, he had been properly stunned. Thus wasn't a couple if seconds stun either, it was going to take him a minute at best for him to recover any sense of direction and be abke to put up a resistance. A minute Felina wasn't going to waste for sure.

Felina knew Jacob was hurting, though it hardly took a genius to tell. The blood running down his face, his agonized shout as he was hit, and the dazed look in his eyes told the whole story. Up to that point, at least. But Felina still intended to add plenty more fine details to that story before this was all said and done.

Grabbing a fistful of his dark locks, she then leg him away from the ring, toward a wooden bench resting several feet away. Slams and suplexes generally weren’t her cup of tea. She certainly had never needed them before coming to Japan. But the Puerto Rican had learned how effective certain traditional pro-wrestling moves could be, like when she knocked Daisuke Takeuchi unconscious with a piledriver. And now she had the perfect situation to see what she could do with another classic wrestling move.

One arm went under Jacob’s leg while the other hooked over his shoulder, and with a grunt Felina tried to hoist the man up and tilt him upside down. Fortunately he wasn’t all too heavy, in fact his weight seemed to be rather close to Felina or Carmen’s. Still, that wasn’t the lightest load to carry either. But she’d only need to hold him there for the briefest of moments before throwing him down with a scoop slam, intending to send him crashing back first through the bench!

Okay then. So right now things were going bad for Jacob. The red, slightly warm liquid plastered on his lower face proved that. Thankfully it looked worse than it actually was. But it was still not a nice place to be. When Jacob had first arrived at the AFW Tension league he wasn’t expecting an awful lot from the fighters. Because the entry requirements were somewhat lacking a bit, Jacob expected a haphazard group of fighters, generally bringing the average skill level down significantly. Either Jacob was wrong and the league is full of loads if high class fighters, or Felina is better than what Jacob had expected. And while it might if been too late to apologise, he still felt like he had been forced to eat his own words. The last time he had bad-mouthed like that was when he did so back to his coaches son in England a few years back. What ensued afterwards was essentially a replica of now. So Jacob in one way was used to this.

Felina wasn’t going to slow down. It seemed nothing but his defeat was going to stop her. Jacob had at this point accepted defeat. It would take a lot of work to come back from this. For Jacob now, it was a case of not looking like a weakling. If he could put up a semi-decent resistance for his debut then he could walk away without being mocked too much. Felina was going to resist against it though. She hadn’t scored a ‘perfect’ Victory but so far she had gotten pretty damn close. While it wasn’t her debut this win was going to cement her as a fairly decent threat in Tension, combined with the win over Daisuke that was.

Jacob tried to tell his body to move. Move anywhere. Anywhere is safer than being held by Felina, who decided the best way to move him around wasn’t by keeping him in the lock, but to grab his hair and pull him along for the ride. Jacob would help at the tugging. His hair was one of the few things he liked about his body, and Felina was yanking with such strength that it seemed as if she was trying to pull it out. After a few dazed steps and stumbles forward, Jacob was bought to a halt, again, Jacob willed it to move but it refused to do so, every part of his body; his face, stomach and back were protesting at the mere thought of moving by throbbing violently in pain. This painfully concluded with Felina making her next power move.  Felt something grab under his leg and eventually lift him up. It wasn’t a fast lift, But Jacob wasn’t going anywhere now was he. Though when he turned his head and saw the wooden bench getting smaller and smaller as he was raised up he began to speak out

“No..no no no no nooo!”

It was too late, Felina scoop slammed him into the poor bench which snapped in half on impact. His back once more flaring with that almost paralysing pain that he had previously experienced. Jacob would let out another pained screen on impact, his arms going behind his back to try and rub it better or at least do something.

“Why my bloody back again!? What have you got against it you monster!?”

Okay so monster might not have been the best word to use in this circumstance. Generally if you are pretty helpless to move, it served you well to play nice to the person towering over you wanting you pretty much dead. But hey, Jacob never really seemed to have a diplomacy and tact filter on his brain.

“Ooooohh~ That had to hurt,” Felina said with a grin after slamming Jacob through the bench. It probably wasn’t smart of her to damage more of the furniture within the gym, which all belonged to her cousin, but it damn sure felt satisfying to see Jacob scream and writhe in agony.

Then he had to go and call her a monster. Now Felina was a lot of things. Impulsive, a tomboy, not to mention a former fitness model on top of being a kickboxer. As such, she was a woman who took as much pride in her beauty as she did in her fighting prowess. And this boy had the nerve to call her a monster? It was like he wanted Felina to beat him into a coma! Unfortunately for him, the Puerto Rican had no problem obliging.

“What was that?!” she barked down at him, ignoring the actual point of his question. Not waiting for him to start to recover, she sat down behind his head, which she grabbed and lifted up so she could coil her sexy and powerful legs around his head and neck. Felina was looking to lock him up in a tight figure four head lock, and would begin squeezing down as hard as she could the second it was in.

“Say that again, you little prick! I fuckin’ dare you!”