Felina Rodriguez vs Charlie Haines

Standard Match
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Count Out or Diqualification

Felina Rodriguez's music hit, and seconds later the latina kickboxing beauty stepped out onto the stage! But the usual energy she tended to exert on fight night was absent tonight. Instead of a confident smile, she wore a completely straight face. Instead of sauntering down the aisle to show off the amazing looking legs she was so proud of, she just walked stiffly and quickly to the ring and slid in under the bottom rope. It looked as if, rather than being excited over the prospect of a challenging fight, she was just...irritated. Which was absolutely true.

A bit of time had passed now since some newcomer punk had showed up and provoked Felina into a fight, which had ultimately resulted in her receiving a level of harshness from Carmen she’d never experienced before. The way her older cousin had looked at her. Spoken to her. She deserved it, and she knew it. But even know it still hurt - as if someone had stabbed a dagger into her and left it there, just to twist it now and then to remind her of its presence. She’d slacked in her training too over the last several days. Felina had started going to the Tension gym instead of her cousin’s, just to go out of her way to avoid doing anything that might incite any further anger from her cousin. Even then, she was putting in half the time and effort that was present in her typical workouts. The incident was still weighing too heavily on her mind and heart. It was a constant distraction, and she needed a way to put it behind her.

That’s where Charlie Haines came in. Felina knew next to nothing about him, other than the fact that he’d been unfortunate to be booked as her opponent tonight. She had no disrespect for Charlie, but there was a lot of pent up aggression in Felina that needed to be unleashed. Once she’d given every bit of that to her foe tonight, maybe she could finally relax and get back being her old self again. First thing’s first, though. Felina had to wait there in the ring for Charlie to join her so this match could get started.

This had been a long time coming. Charlie had himself his first match since cleaning himself up. His knee felt better than it had been since he got to Japan, and he was thinking clearly. He was embracing sobriety now instead of fearing it like before. Energized, he was lighter but felt stronger than before. Faster. He owed Alaina and Julia big time for the training tips to say the absolute least.

Charlie was wearing blue gym shorts, his black Chuck Taylors, and black kneepads as he ran out into the arena in a mad dash, jumping up from the ground onto the apron in one bound and in a fluid motion vaulting over the ropes into the ring! Charlie wasn't the biggest draw to say the least and looking at his opponent he knew why. Felina was a very attractive lady although that wasn't going to be some dumb excuse for Charlie to not act like a professional. Or, act as professional as a goofball like him could. He was a bit at ease tonight, knowing that his opponent was his friends cousin. Carmen was his best Tension friend to be sure, and she had a heart of gold. That meant Felina came from good stock. With that Charlie smiled and extended his hand. "Heya! Lets put on a nice show here and have a hell of a match." Charlie said in a calm, laid back way. "I know Carmen, she's chill. Maybe sometime after we beat each other up we could hang out, train or somethin'?"

Charlie really hoped that his last comment didn't come across as a pickup or request for a date.... as much as he loved her legs he could tell that they were for business, not pleasure. He enjoyed not having his teeth kicked out...

Felina wasn’t very sure what to expect from Charlie, but she certainly didn’t expect her opponent to practically sprint full speed down to the ring. That almost seemed like a waste of energy, but at least it cut down drastically on the time she had to wait in comparison to most others.

She stretched her limbs out, initially not planning anything but to put her fists up and start fighting once the bell rang. But when Charlie spoke, even despite the bad mood plaguing her, Felina couldn’t help but chuckle and crack a small smile. “Yeah, sure. We’ll figure it out later,” she replied, stepping forward to shake his hand.

After that she moved back and immediately got into her stance, fists up while she bounced lightly on the balls of her taped up feet. When the bell rang Felina shuffled out toward him, looking over and through her guard to watch his movements. And once she was close, unless he acted first, Felina would lash out with a quick kick, aiming to smack her foot against the side of Charlie’s thigh. Nothing that would risk doing a ton of damage, but if nothing else watching his reaction might help her test the waters by gauging his quickness to see if he could match that of her dangerous legs.

Charlie knew he was messing with a Rodriguez... they all hit helluva hard! As they circled one another he kept a close eye on her now knowing where the attack was coming from. As She moved up and let loose with a kick Charlie jumped back and out of the way just in time to dodge out of the way! He was fast, and needed his legs to be healthy. "Whoa! Damn you are fast...." Charlie said, as he took note of how quickly and fluidly Felina moved in to strike.

Charlie wasn't about to sit back however. As he circled her he quickly moved in himself looking to stay low and grapple with her! He knew he wasn't in her league power-wise, but maybe he could outmaneuver her? Charlie worked his way about and tried to quickly grab onto one of her arms with both of his hands, turning to arm drag the bigger lady to the mat!

“Thanks. Pretty quick yourself,” Felina replied truthfully to the compliment. Her kick had missed Charlie’s leg, hitting nothing but air. Considering how fast she’d thrown her foot at him, that meant it was either a fluke, or he was was just as fast as her. Perhaps even more so. Felina had a feeling it was the latter, and seconds later her suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

When Charlie came in for what appeared to be a simple lockup attempt, Felina lashed her arms out toward him. But as she did, the kickboxer suddenly found herself flying forward and flipping through the air, then landing flat on her back with a thud. “Ngh!” she grunted, before quickly trying to roll over and pop back up to her feet. The last thing Felina needed to do was stay on her back like a sitting duck. The key to victory was going to be staying on her feet and figuring out how he moved so she could anticipate what he wanted to throw at her. Easier said than done, especially considering she’d never quite faced someone like this before, but she still felt up to the task regardless.

Felina popped right back up to her feet, which was no surprise to Charlie. She looked like a fitness freak, reminding him of Alaina a bit. However, she was built for speed just like Charlie was... even if Charlie was significantly smaller. He decided to use his size or lack thereof to his advantage.

Charlie ran right at Felina in a straight line, sliding low at the last minute in an attempt to baseball slide underneath her legs! IF Charlie slid underneath, he would plant his feet and grab onto Felina's ankles from behind in an attempt to dump her down onto her face! If it worked he would be in position to try to keep her off her feet, although there was room for error and if his gamble didn't pay off he was a nice easy target for the fast striker!

The action didn’t slow back down once Felina was standing again. Almost immediately her speedy foe came running straight toward her, something the vast majority of opponents she’d fought before would rarely have dared try. Then again those had been kickboxers, not wrestlers, and none of them had the sort of size and speed that Charlie did. So needless to say, this was an awkward situation the kickboxer wasn’t quite used to.

Felina instinctively started to shift back as Charlie slid down, but he went right under her legs before she could try to intercept him with a strike of any kind. Then a par of hands latched onto her ankles, and Felina found herself tumbling forward! Fortunately she managed to shoot her hands out to catch herself before her chest or face could crash onto the mat, but Charlie had till succeeded in bringing the striker down to the ground.

Charlie found an opening and now he had to take advantage of it! This lady had size and speed, Charlie had to be careful in this match. At least, as careful as a high flyer could be since taking risks was a central part of his gameplan on a nightly basis. Her legs were as important to her as his were to him, so they were the logical target. Charlie knelt and grabbed onto one of her ankles and positioned himself to put in an ankle lock on the downed Felina!

Almost immediately after Felina had gone down, she felt Charlie grabbing onto her taped up foot, and even if this wasn’t exactly something she’d seen in any of her kickboxing matches, it didn’t take veteran grappling expert to figure out what he was going for, or how dangerous it’d be to someone like Felina if he succeeded!

Quickly the latina rolled onto her back, hopefully before Charlie could fully apply the ankle lock. She’d then bring her strong legs in, then kick out with all her strength, trying to slam both her soles against her foe’s chest!

Charlie thought he was in a position for something advantageous... however Felina had quickly proved him to be wrong! Charlie was amazed at the speed and precision of the woman, and wished he was watching from the crowd to admire that. However, as he was hammered in the chest with her feet he went flying backwards, landing flat on his back!

Charlie was wheezing, gasping for air as he rolled from side to side, clutching his chest. His torso felt like someone just swung a sledgehammer into his ribcage! Felina was no joke, and Charlie was now absolutely sure this was going to be one of those nights......