An Unexpected Match - Jacob Vs Felina

Jacobs speech had now become entirely impulsive. He didn’t care what he said now. His brain was in overdrive trying to process every single way he could turn this fight around. And sadly, that use of brain power had forced him to stop thinking too much about what he said, though Jacob hadn’t really been that careful about his choice of wording since he had entered the gym. His back was his main issue now. He could feel numbness creeping in over certain parts of his back, a sign that this fight was not going to last much longer if he took another impact like that.

Felina had other ideas though, She had decided to get on the floor too and soon he felt her legs wrap around his neck and start choking him. From the second the legs closed around his neck she was going at full strength. It seemed that she wanted him dealt with right now. The lack of breath was already causing some issues, even though the choke wasn’t even ten seconds old. He had been easing his pain by taking deep breath, pumping oxygen around the body seemed to help with pain, but with that facility not working his body was throbbing up again in pain. Jacob knew he had at best a minute to escape this hold, or else it was all over and Felina would have gotten her way. Thankfully she had chosen a bad place to apply the hold; in the debris of the broken bench. Jacob was able to pick up one of the small pieces of wood that had splintered off, and simply tried clobbering backwards with it a few times. It was not a perfect attack, and since Jacob couldn’t see anything, he was guessing at the location of her stomach. For all he knew he could be missing, but right now, he had to be shown as putting up some sort of resistance.

Felina felt confident she had Jacob beat. Strong as her legs were, there was no way he was getting out of this. And considering how great it felt to be crushing her foe’s head between her thighs, part of the kickboxer started to wonder why she’d never thought about developing a scissor-themed finisher of some kind. It hadn’t crossed her mind before, but she’d definitely start giving that some more serious thought once she was finished squeezing Jacob into submission or unconsciousness. Maybe both.

But then Jacob picked up a piece of wood and started swinging it back into Felina’s gut. The pain from the hits he landed weren’t horrible, but the broken end of the wood did look a bit jagged, and the Puerto Rican wasn’t too interested in letting herself get cut up just to keep this guy’s head between her legs.

So she quickly abandoned the headscissor, uncoiling her lethal legs from around Jacob’s neck and giving him a shoving kick to the shoulder to put a small bit of distance between them while Felina got back up. If he wasn’t ready to tap or nap, there were still plenty of fun options she could work with to continue ripping Jacob apart.

Jacob gasped for air as Felina’s legs released him from their grasp. Before he could get too comfortable though, he was kicked away, rolling over the remainder of the benching, rolling over his head until her was a couple of feet away. Groaning, he came to halt infront of a weights bench. Something that would prove very useful in helping him clamber onto his feet. Grasping onto the padded seating, Jacob began to slowly but surely pull himself upto his feet. He knew that remaining on the floor would just cause more and more trouble for him, and being on his feet, gave him something of a fighting chance at surviving this.

His back was no longer in compete agony, the dumbing and the fact his body was running on pure adrenaline now, seemed to help ease his pains, or at least help ignore them in the short term. He couldn’t help but notice his shirt was ruined. Thank god he hadn’t worn one he actually liked. Once he was stable and on his feet, he would glance over to Felina, who by that point was more than likely upto no good. But still, it was time to go on the offense. Jacob would charge forward towards Felina, it wasn’t a perfect charge, it was staggered, and slower than a normal charge. Infact, it wasn’t really fast enough to call a charge, more of a faster-than-walking advancement. If he was able to get to Felina without being knocked down, attacked, maimed, killed or whatever, Jacob would coil his hands into fists and try to throw a jab towards Felina’s face. It was a useless attack, but at least he was showing to the camera he still had some fight in the tank

Felina watched Jake weakly and slowly drag himself back up off the ground. His face was bloodied, and he’d been battered to the point that keeping his balance seemed to be a chore in and of itself. Still, he was persevering and fighting on. A part of Felina had to respect that, at least. This wasn’t a match he had been able to prepare for. Even if it was Jacob’s first match, he easily could’ve given up this fight at several points, and plenty of fans no doubt would’ve still given him a chance once he made a proper in-ring debut. Yet here they were still.

But just because Jacob was tough didn’t mean Felina was going to let him off before she’d finished giving him the ass kicking he’d earned himself with that big mouth of his. And as Jacob started coming at her, Felina just waited. The punch flew, but the targeted kickboxer was nowhere to be found. She’d ducked underneath the fist so she could wrap her arms around the back of Jacob’s legs and scoop him up over her shoulder.

About twenty feet off to the side was a door to the equipment room. It wasn’t the thickest or heaviest door, but it was a solid piece of wood. And Jacob was not about to like what she planned to do with it. “Hope you know a good chiropractor,” she said with a grin, then started running straight toward the door. At the last second she pulled down a bit on Jacob’s legs to position him in front of her so he would receive the brunt of the force as she quite literally used him as a battering ram to try to blast down the wooden door!

Jacob really should have been expecting that one. Did he really think that his punch was actually going to find its mark? That at this stage he could actually do some damage? Despite knowing that he wasn't going to hit, he was still shocked when his punch hit nothing and Felina moved so far out of view that he thought she could be anywhere. It only took a second to find out where she was. He grunted when he felt something lift him up, Felina had placed him over her shoulders and to start with Jacob was confused at to what was going on. What sort of evil had she come up with now. Her words gave Jacob a idea of what was going to happen; he was going to get hit in the back, again.

"Oh god not again... I don't even have a doctor yet!"

Jacob didn't exactly know why he said the last part, but it was irrelevant. Felina would start running, moving forward and picking up speed. Jacob tensed his body ready, expecting her to jump forward, or slam him any second now over some piece of equipment or furniture. It didn't happen though, Jacob was confused. Felina had been running for a bit and nothing happened, but she was still picking up speed. Then, Felina moved his body down, pointing his back forwards and then it happened. In less than a second, Jacob was slammed into a wooden door, with enough combined speed and weight to shatter it into bits. Jacob screamed in pain, and this wasn't a fake scream for the camera, this was real, highest voice possible sorta scream. His back was finished. Even with all the adrenaline in the world, there was nothing to disguise the pain he was going through. To make matters worse, Felina hadn't let go after the charge, leaving him susceptible to another nasty blow. He didn't even want to look at the sort of state his back was in. He could imagine it was bleeding, and was more black than it was skin.

"Ugh...gh......ra....ahhhh"

Jacob couldn't construe a sentence currently. And it didn't take the camaera a ref a single extra second to reposition to get the best angle of things. This was the equipment room though. Alot of things here to use as weapons... alot of ways for Felina to finish this.

Felina brought Jacob crashing through the door of the equipment closet like a goddamn cannonball! The door not only broke off its hinges, but the wood frame itself broke in several places. And even though Felina had forced Jacob to take on the vast majority of the impact himself, the jarring collision even made her body feel achingly stiff, as if she’d just been in a small car crash.

In this closet were more potential weapons than Felina would even be able to find use for. Potential tools to further decimate Jacob and make his life a living hell. But then again, she’d already destroyed a weight rack, a bench, and now a door. The kickboxer hadn’t considered the consequences much before, but there was a high chance that Carmen was not going to be pleased one bit with what she saw, and that was probably a huge understatement.

So yeah, probably not smart to trash the place any more than she had. Besides, after getting plowed right through the door, Jacob was lucky to have a spine that wasn’t in need of surgical repair. She’d done enough and made her point perfectly clear. So rather than take him closer to the precipice of a potentially career-ending injury, Felina elected to go the merciful route. She crawled up his prone form and sat astride his chest in a schoolgirl pin, with her shins pressing against his arms and her hands holding his wrists down by his head. With her full weight pressing down on his chest and arms, she nodded at the ref, who slapped the ground beside them and started to count.

“One...! Two...!”

Jacob couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways that this could get worse. He could see medicine balls, spare weights and a whole assortment of other nasty pieces that could pretty much render him useless. But instead, Felina simply went for a pin. A schoolgirl pin to be precise, and the way she had deployed it meant that Jacob would need a full frontal push to escape. This back was dead, he could push out of the pin now. Instead the end had come, and in one more slap of the ground, Felina was going to win.

"Three!”

And then it was over. Jacob didn’t know exactly how to feel about this. In the one hand he was frustrated that Felina had done this. What had started out as a bit of scouting, turned into a one-sided match. And there was no other way of reading it. Jacob had lost spectacularly. Right now, though. Getting up was his mission. That was tough enough, any attempt to move or pivot the body was met with resistance. But he got up eventually, just as the referee and cameraman were leaving proper.

“What the hell just happened?” The question was more rhetorical than an actual question.“My debut is ruined. Everything I had planned. I had planned it to the letter” His mind was in shock, trying to process the knock on effect of this unexpected event. But then his voice changed from shock to malice“You!... You ruined everything. You just cost me god knows how many hours of planning. I won’t forget this. I am will get you back. I won’t stop until thus entire place is burned to the ground and you lot are ran out if the country! “ the anger Jacob had displayed was incredible. Never before had he been so upset or angry over a loss.

When the three count was made Felina climbed off of Jacob and let the ref raise her hand, and just like that the ref and cameraman were heading out the door. The kickboxer put her hands on her hips and caught her breath while staring Jacob down, waiting to see what he’d do when he finally got up.

When Jacob let his anger get the best of him, and foolishly began to rant at Felina, she wasn’t having it. The Puerto Rican stepped right up to him, pressed a forearm against his sternum then shoved him back up against the nearest wall and held him there.

“I must’ve hit you in the head too hard or something, cause I could’ve sworn you just threatened me and my family even after I just kicked your sorry ass all over this gym for doin’ that!” With a shove Felina backed off, then rested one hand on her hip while the other pointed to the door. “You’ve got thirty seconds to get the fuck out of here, or I’ll get the phone and call the cops over instead of a ref.” She wasn’t about to be intimidated by this guy, especially after she’d just beat him. And if he didn’t get moving quick, she’d have no issue with making good on her promise to the cops, and beating him to a pulp again while she waited for them to arrive.

There was some seriousness about what Jacob was saying but in the mist part it was made out of anger and frustration at his sudden loss. Felina would charge at him again and pin him against the wall, pushing in his sternum and making him explode in agony, air escaping his lungs from the force. Jacob wanted to carry in goading Felina, but in his current state it would get him killed. He needed to go rest. Lick his wounds, figuratively of course and then strike again.

"Yes I did just threaten you again. And I will make good of my threat. Not now. But soon. Mark my words, this won't stop until one of us is out of Tension for good"

With that Jacob began to leave. Slowly. The pain in his back was limiting his ability to move with any sort of haste. Before reaching the gym exit he would turn around and speak again. "I will be watching, just you wait" With that Jacob clambered out if the gym. Gone for now. But not gone forever.