Marc Troyard vs. Felina Rodriguez - Back At It

Was Felina going to sweep this?

She doubted she would do that well, but it was hard to see it not happening with the way she had the current situation dominated. Marc had his back against the figurative wall and the literal turnbuckle, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. A precarious position, and she was utterly ripping him to shreds, left and right.

The knees hit and hit hard, knocking the wind clean out of him. If not for her holding him up, he would’ve fallen flat on his face no question. But she wasn’t doing it out of pity or pride - no, she had a move in mind.

Though they’d stuck to strikes so far, this was ostensibly a wrestling match, and she had a couple of wrestling moves to use. She reached up, grabbing a tight hold of Marc’s head, and twisted around to face away from him.

From there, it was a simple matter of pulling him over and dumping him flat on his butt, dropping him with a quick snapmare that would leave his back wide open.

While Marc was known for being tough, Felina's attacks were nothing to joke about, ripping him to shreds, especially those knees. Holy Jumping Jesus those knees.

Gasping and sputtering, his main focus was to get some air rather than to come up with some offense. That is second in the agenda. Marc was close to falling flat on his face, had it not been for the Puerto Rican beauty holding him up. Although he might still be going to the ground regardless however, Felina changing to using some wrestling moves, Marc not having the air to fuel himself to resist as he got dumped on his ass with a snapmare.

Not as brutal as her knee, but it did get him on the ground hard, his own back wide open, but he was more focused on his front. As in the parts of which she did hit.

Up and over Marc went, coming down right on his - admittedly cute - backside, for what had to be a rough landing. He wasn’t hurt, but then again, this wasn’t about hurting. She needed to move Marc. Get him down, in position, so she could really start pouring on the hurt.

That was what she was going for with the snapmare, and it worked like a charm. He was on his butt, sitting down and that back of his was a tantalizing target, too sweet to pass up. Go time.

With a quick breath, Felina drew back her leg, chamered it, then sent it whipping forward, hitting Marc in the back with a punishing soccer-style kick to the spine. She reeled back and let fly with another one a second later, hitting the same spot with the same force for the same effect. The goal? Pain. Lots of it.

Although the snapmare didn't hurt Marc much, it was still a rough landing on his backside and also, brought the Gentleman to the ground, admittedly where he really did not want to be.

He would be in a rush to get straight back up. Although the recent shots to his abs did have him slow going to do so. And unbeknownst to the Perfect Gentleman was the big red target on his back that Felina was looking to hit...

"Arggh!!" He yelled just as he felt the big meaty smack on his back, more on the spine, the man arched his back as he felt the pain instantly. "Gaahhh!!! Another was a little overkill but it certainly does have it's intended effect as he is left rolling on the floor, his taped hand clutching his back, teeth gritted and with a winced look, it was clear that the poor man was in pain.

Marc had a good voice. Nice and booming and powerful, but not altogether unpleasant. She was kind of curious to hear how good of a singer he was.

Failing that, though, she had another good way to test his vocals out: by making him howl out in agony. Something she was proving to be increasingly proficient at. Her kicks landed like electric triggers, sending shocks throughout her body, and the effects were plain on Marc’s face. Pain. Lots of pain. Enough that she almost felt a little bad for him - not enough to stop piling it on, of course.

While she doubted it would work, she decided there was no harm for trying to score a win while the pain was running its course through Marc. She dropped down, grabbed his leg, pulled it in and pressed against his chest, bringing the referee over for a count. ”1…!”

Well he is all right in terms of the singing department. Maybe not like superstar levels but he's alri-oh, wait. Probably not what it ment. Oh dear.

What Marc was feeling was something like a steel chair hitting his back but probably even worse. Sure felt like it. Felina's legs were no joke and certainly had him 'singing' quite a lot. Some even wincing from those two shots to the back.

Although they were primarily using strikes, Marc even forgotten that it was a wrestling match still. No count outs while he was down, none of that professional fighting stuff. Just a simple pin from the Puerto Rican beauty. And as he felt his leg being pulled uo, it did brought that fact to him as the ref starts the count.

"Two..!"

Damn, his back was hurting like hell. But for the sake of not looking less tough than he would believe and to at least prove that he could handle worse stuff from the Kickboxing Champion. "Come on, Marc. Kick out, dammit!"

"Th-" Nope. Not it just yet. Bringing his leg back and kicked out just as the ref went for the three count. Falling to his side and then onto his stomach.

Oh, a two-count? Felina was growing optimistic when the referee’s hand came down for a second time. She honestly didn’t think she would get that far with it, pinning him down to the mat more in an attempt to keep the pressure on than anything. She wasn’t going for a win, but on the other hand, she certainly would not have complained, but…

The referee’s hand came down for the final count, close now, almost there, and...no, he kicked out.

”Aw.” Felina pouted, her tone rife with mocking disappointment. ”Got my hopes up, there. Bad boy.”

She gave him a playful slap, then reached around to grab Marc in a headlock, securing him tight as she made her way up back up to her feet. The standard strikes were a good way to wear him down, but she was getting ready to turn the heat up a bit and make some good gains.

Jesus H. Christ...

Eyes shut hard, he'd only be lucky that he isn't made a paraplegic after that. He didn't want to disappoint this woman, winning by just one pin? Nah, can't have that to his name. Even though it could subject him to more punishment, at least he'd go down a fighter.

Or a fool. Maybe both.

"Gahh... sorry, can't disappoint there." A pained chuckle, Marc would try to press his hands to get up but Felina soon grabbed his head in a tight headlock, moving up as she moved up. Honestly, probably better, would have taken a while to get up anyways with what he's feeling. His hands pawing at her arms, breathing in and out deeply.

Marc was saying something, but truth told, Felina wasn’t paying him much attention at the moment. She was far too busy concentrating, trying to think about her next move.

Not that she didn’t have any idea what her next move was. She did. In theory. She knew she wanted to do a suplex of some kind, something big to hit him with and knocked the wind clean out of him. But while she was strong, she wasn’t that strong. She’d never managed to lift a man his size up before, and she wasn’t sure she could do it know without some outside aide. Like, for instance…

[color=Green]”All right, let’s try…”[color]

Felina began to lift Marc up into the suplex, getting him halfway up with great effort. For a moment, it looked like she wouldn't able to get him much higher than that, as if this was the best she could do without her back caving to the pressure...but then she stepped forward, let his legs drop on the ropes, and used the bounce to catapult him backwards and complete the move, dropping Marc on his back in the middle of the ring.

Ah. She didn't hear. All that brave talk for nothing.

Dammit.

While she would contemplate on her next attack, Marc's hands just simply pawed at her arm while she has his head tightly trapped in the headlock. Mostly focusing in getting some air in his lungs before he would stage a comeback. At least to show that he isn't useless.

But that plan wouldn't come to fruition as Felina would soon lift him up. For him it was a surprise, she didn't think she would be that strong. Sure, she has some pretty good strength on her legs but on her upper body? At best, probably a DDT or something like that.

However, Felina would indeed be sucessful...with the help of the nearby ropes.

"GAAH!" He cried in agony as the pain went up his spine again, landing flat on his back from the suplex. His back arching as he writhed in pain, coughing. God, that one is going to hurt in the morning, for sure!