Johanna Vogel vs. Felina Rodriguez - Like A Glove

Match Type: Cage Match
Victory Conditions: Victory by Submission or Knockout.


So, this was a new thing.

For starters, Felina was in a cage, not a ring. That wasn’t exactly a new thing, she’d been in cages all throughout Europe during her kickboxing days, one of varying quality and legality. If anything, being in this one was a little nostalgic, bringing her back to some of her earliest fights outside of Puerto Rico. The metal shadow creeping over you as you walked around the ring, mixed the crowd baying all around, throw in the rattle of metal with every step you took…

Yeah, there was an energy to being in the cage. While she wasn’t quite ready to go back to it instead of the ring the ropes, there was no denying the allure. The draw.

Strapped and ready to go in her green kickboxing attire, she made her way to the corner and leaned against it, reaching up to grab the chain links on both sides. She dipped forward and hung by arms, stretching out, getting all the old kinks out, and took a minute to look over the crowd left and right. A Friction crowd, that was a new thing. She’d never moonlighted in Tokyo before, though she knew it was only a matter of time before they brought her over. It was also only a matter of time before they took advantage of her kickboxing background and put her into something like this.

Against Johanna Vogel.

That little tidbit was the one thing that made her eyebrow raise in all of this. Felina was only vaguely aware of the name, coming across her once or twice in social media, didn’t seem like a big deal. So why was she taking her on in a match like this?

It raised a couple of red flags, but she supposed there wasn’t any sense in dwelling on them. Not with her music dying down and her opponent on the way right now.

”Get pumped, get pumped…”

“Guten tag! Hi hi, everyone.”

There were many ways one would get ready for a match. Something relaxing would come into mind, just to get into the zone. Not many would ever think of vlogging themselves, just moments before the game would begin. A young Johanna Vogel would think otherwise.

“Do I have a treat for you, peeps?” A casual wave and the camera pans down from above to her cleavage trapped in a forest green bra. Sporting, as it is for the upcoming event. “I told you I don’t disappoint when it comes to my matches. And this one will be far from boring, I’ll tell you that.” For a social media personality like Johanna, being in front of the camera was her way of focusing. To be comfortable. While it would be considered dangerous to put on a mask for the viewers, it works well for someone young like her. Plus, she was confident. Not just in her looks, but for the upcoming match. “Make sure you tune in! And for the highest bidder, you might get a special, closer look into the action~.” A kiss on her black-tapped fist before moving it towards the camera. “See ya soon.” With the recording ended, Johanna spun on her heels at the old gym bag picking up the gloves as she moves towards the exit.

Ever since getting a taste of taking out the redhead boxer, it reminded her of when she had stepped foot into the world of martial arts. Truthfully, she took the first step out of boredom, but it ended up being exhilarating from time to time. Wrestling would forever be where her heart is, but she can’t lie when she feels the urge to lace up the gloves and strike it out with another.

Some might say that going up against a proven, experienced talent like Felina would be ill-advised, but that had never stopped Jo. Besides, from the looks of her kickboxing bouts, she seemed like her kind of girl to fight with. Plus, everything set up well for Jo when she does take her out. She’d be one step closer to getting even more significant opportunities. So it’s no surprise why she’s taking this one more seriously than her debut—the perfect chance to prove herself.

It’s what she’s always done in her life, really.

With her music playing, Jo makes her entrance, running down the ramp. Feeling quite cheeky, she effortlessly performed a handsfree cartwheel as she makes her way to the cage. As expected, the octagon was waiting for her. Once in front, Jo placed a hand on her hip, taking in the sights. The moment of it all, all the while appreciating the size and sturdiness. AFW and Friction logos plastered along with the corners and rails. Every bit of an MMA cage as you could get. Although this wasn’t precisely MMA rules, it probably wouldn’t matter with Felina standing inside it. Tonight was either tap out of pass out.

With her hair ties up in a ponytail this time, and the leggings still showing off how strong those legs are, Jo looked ready. Adjusting the shin guards, the German stepped inside finally, after handing her iPhone to a stagehand. Can’t really fight with it tucked inside her leggings, can’t she? Not that it mattered as she was in the moment of it all, her blood was hot, her eyes shone like emerald jewels. This was going to be good.

Nice legs.

That was the first thing that popped into Felina’s head when she saw Johanna. It wasn’t for any lewd reason - despite what the forums seemed intent on speculating, she didn’t swing the same way as her elder cousin. But as a former model, she could appreciate the time and energy that went into a pair of perfectly sculpted thighs, and she was proud of her own set, as well. In that department, at least, Johanna was good competition for her. It would be interesting to see if that applied to other aspects.

Felina started forward, though she paused and looked on with some mild confusion as Johanna handed off her phone? Had she brought that to ring? A little weird. Felina knew plenty of people who couldn’t go five seconds without being tied to the internet, but she figured that would end when it came to the ring.

Strange. She tried not to think too much on it, though. Didn’t want to form any false impressions.

Bouncing on her heels, she came closer and gave Johanna the once over, head to toe, taking in the whole package. Not bad, not bad, and not just when it came to the legs. ”All right, all right.” She nodded and stuck her fist out. ”Johanna, right? You got a good match for me?” She threw in a quick wink to go along with it.

Nice legs.

Feline wouldn’t be the only woman that thought of this as soon as both women would meet in the octagon. As someone who does swing the same way as Carmen, she didn’t feel much judgement from taking a look at them. Unlike Johanna’s Felina’s were bare for all to see. Every bit of muscle that the legs contained would be in full display, and she didn’t need eyes to know that Jo should not be in the receiving end of a kick. Despite Johanna’s bodybuilding regimen to get the strength and shape they are today, Felina’s looked trained. Professionally. As if she was born for it. Her purpose. It was enough to make her feel a smidge bit jealous.

Just a smidge.

Once the cage would be locked in, Johanna would have her full attention towards Felina and not her social media platforms. She’s not that much of a bimbo that she would fight with it. The German prefers not to get the screen cracked. Apple repairs aren’t exactly a luxury she can frequently afford after all. From there, Johanna gave a good look over before bouncing towards the centre of the ring. This wasn’t the first time she went into the ring to prove herself. Last time she did so, Johanna has gotten a free cap with it. And unlike Vanessa, she wasn’t going to be all punches. Which makes this plenty exciting. Her emerald eyes gazed into Felina’s own as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Not even a slight jiggle in her form. “I’ll give you a gud match to remember.” She brought her right fist and gave a kiss on the knuckles before strucking it out towards Felina’s direction. “If you can remember it all~. At least this would be taped.” A saucy wink to go with that claim.

Wrestling could be competitive as fuck. Felina had noticed that since she came to the AFW - it was kind of hard to miss. It was just something she’d gotten used to, especially coming in from Tension, where there were so many guys with so much ego all of the time. It wasn’t uncommon for things to get a little hectic, a tad heated. She could make peace with that.

She was kind of hoping this match would be an exception, though. All she wanted out of Johanna was something nice and clean. A fun match between two ladies with large legs. A little throwback to the sort of match she used to have. Didn’t seem like a big ask.

Felina wasn’t sure what she meant about the tape comment, but she shrugged it off, figuring she could find out later. For now, her focus was straightforward. ”Oh, I’m sure I won’t forget knocking you out. You might be a little fuzzy on it, though.”

She reached, smacking Johanna’s fist with her own, then stepped back and dropped into her fighting stance, raising her fists up and keeping her front leg bouncing. Anxious, ready to pounce in an instant, she started to circle around her foe, only breaking away to make a couple of fake charges her way. Just trying to bait her a bit, to see if she’d make the first move.

Trash talking isn't uncommon in the ring, wherever playful or not. A bit of banter, in reality, doesn't hurt; Johanna was confident in her abilities. Although Felina is more proven in terms of a match like this, Jo isn't someone to sleep on. One kick of hers has broken a guy's rib one time, and another to the head switched his light off. Shame, he was cute.

So, Johanna has no shortage of pride and confidence. The fact that Felina would react somewhat negatively would be a funny thought to the German. With legs like hers, Jo wouldn't be surprised if she was knocked out. It seemed like an inevitability, too, in Jo's mind.

Johanna's smile never left, even as Felina returned words for her. The German felt the fist bump, and she took a step back before bouncing on the balls of her feet, fists raised up to her chin. "Aren't I glad that you'll be here to tell me about it." Obvious sarcasm aside, her heart thumped in anticipation, circling around her opponent. "Well then, may the woman with the best legs win."

With that, Johanna raced across the ring in a few long steps to engage with her foe. Johanna went right out of the gate with a flying knee towards Felina's midsection and then a one-two jab aimed a bit higher as she went for the woman's chest.

”Don’t worry. I will.”

This was bringing Felina back a bit, reminding her off her time in Thailand. The girls there had been feisty, too - maybe it was because they came from the land where muy thai had been born, maybe it was the culture. Whatever reason, they had been quick to get in a little pre-match banter, trying to psych her out, even when they didn’t use a language she recognized for it. It didn’t even matter then - something about talking junk worked almost as well when you couldn’t understand it. The tone and the look did all the work for you.

But Johanna wasn’t all talk, as Felina found out fast. She could - and did - back it up.

She had only taken a single step forward when Johanna took three, closing in at a rapid pace and leading with a high knee, one that Felina had to leap to the side in order to avoid. A jab smacked her face right after, before she tightened her jab and blocked the second. Not a bad opener.

”Okay, okay.” Felina threw out a quick kick on the low, smacking at Johanna’s calf, but didn't rattle off anything else, keeping her guard and beckoning for her opponent to try and crack it. She didn’t want to commit, not yet, wanting to get a feel for this woman’s style before she made any big moves.

Johanna was more than eager to get straight into this, starting this match off with a bang. Taking the role of the aggressor, she led the charge, getting right into Felina’s space. The German became a blur of movement, exchanging blows with the Puerto Rican. The knee didn’t land like she wanted to, but she added her fists to the equation after taking a few tips from her match with Vanessa.

And it turned out to work better than if she just went with the knee. Her fist connected, the snappy jab smacked into Felina’s face, scoring the first hit, although Jo’s other fist didn’t get an equal share. Only hitting her guard before she felt the kick at her calf. The sting came quick, and while this wasn’t the fullest powered strike, it did remind Jo to watch out for them. Especially if she’s going to play conservatively.

“More where that came from.” Johanna would push off her back leg before shooting the leading foot straight towards Felina. Johanna’s foot thrusting like a spear, both to drill right into the gut but also push her back a few steps.

Felina wrinkled her nose up, wiggled it, straightened it out. It wasn’t busted or anything like that, but that jab cleared her sinuses, stung a bit, and it wasn’t something she wanted to take at full force. She got the impression Johanna wasn’t too big on the punches, more focused on those Chun Li legs of hers, but they weren’t to be ignored. Maybe she could edge her out up top, though. Was worth a try, later on.

For now, she focused on dealing with that thrusting foot coming towards her, as Johanna sprung her way with a thrusting foot, going for her stomach. Felina lowered her guard and took it on the forearm, but that didn't mean she was spared pain - the blow was a hard chop on the arm, left her with a numbing pain, and pushed her three or so feet back. Far too close to the cage.

Even so, she had to keep up appearances. ”Pfft, there’d better be.”

Now it was her turn to rush in, pushing forward with a spring off her heel. She came with a raised leg, mimicking the start of the move she’d just taken from Johanna. Only the start, however - instead of extended her leg for the thrust, she jutted forward and lashed out with a right cross, going for her foe’s face.

Johanna’s punches may not be all that compared to her kicks, and especially Vanessa’s punches. But they were still serviceable, still had some excellent definition from her weightlifting days and can still sting. She needed that, though, since the last thing she needs to be is predictable. Jo is facing a real kickboxing champion, for crying out loud. Yet, she still was up for the challenge. Rising up to take her out. You gotta take the opportunity and make it count. Make your mark, and the crowd will never forget.

Her thrusting foot didn’t hit the intended target, but it smashed onto Felina’s guard. Johanna needed not tell Felina how she could break that guard into pieces if she keeps it up. The Puerto Rican may be hiding it in her face, but the German knew better. She has great confidence in her kicks, and Felina wasn’t that great that she’s impervious to it. Felina was expecting more. And more she shall get.

Felina charged in, and Johanna was welcome to see what she’d come up with. The German Influencer switched legs and stance, seeking to throw the kickboxer off as she saw that leg raise up. Johanna already had a move in mind, one that she sought to intercept as soon as she can. Her own leg would raise up yet again, chambering up for a side kick. It was a thoroughly satisfying kick, in her opinion and one where Johanna couldn’t wait to smash right into Felina’s face…

…Had Felina not come in with that cross to the face. For a brief moment, she couldn’t tell if she got the kick out in time; all Johanna could tell was that punch rocked her, sending her back a few feet when she stumbled.