The Outcome , SARAH

He couldn't help but chuckle. Yeah, she was correct, she could have gotten him between the crotch if things got out of hand. Truth be told, he was somewhat hoping she took the bait. Juelz left himself open for counter attacks. Why? Because he wanted to get an accurate gauge on this females skill. This was a spar, a friendly fight of sorts. So what was the purpose on going full beast-mode? Especially so soon. Regardless, he obtained the information needed—somewhat.

"Love taps, huh? Solid comparison." He took the same boxing stance with now opened hands. She was a witty one, he'd give her that much. Safety words are normally associated with dominatrix's and their pets who like that kinky freaky nasty shit. But he'd play along—sure, why not. See now, if he was a thirsty fuck he'd say something along the lines of 'the safety word is: Dinner at my dorm when we're all finished up here... So I can show you a real safety word. But thank the lord it wasn't in his nature to thirst after every bombshell he lays eyes upon. So, instead, he'd give a real safety word, obviously still playing along.

"Safety word is 'Money'. Got it?" Once said, he'd use his excellent footwork to get within his arms length to strike. He took notice of her lowered stance and made a mental note. He lead with the same spacing jabs as before, however, this time, Juelz would be stepping in as he aimed for the face and chin. If the girl gave him any opening for him to exploit, he'd continue through with an explosive straight left with the other arm. Stick in move, girl. Stick in move!

The strikes were basic so he wasn't surprised she kept up with minimum effort. Hell, if she couldn't keep up with a flurry of straight punches he would've have questioned her fighting skill—but she did, so it's okay. Juelz noticed after the sixth jab thrown, she was keeping her space and more than likely looking for the perfect moment to get within his space. Getting within a seasoned boxers personal space isn't the end of the world, but it most certainly isn't the ideal spacing a tactical slugger like Juelz wanted. But, then again, he wasn't really a pugilist to begin with. So, utilizing that gained insight, he shifted his legs slightly more apart from each other for a more "stable" base. As he did so, the girl found the moment she was looking for and broke through his own aggressive spacing with a low shoulder aimed for the gut.

Santana slid his right leg back and lowered his arms to take the grunt of the blow. Upon doing so, he'd attempt to coil his arms around the girls waist as she tried to wrap around his thighs. He possibly could have lost footing if he didn't create more of a solid base for himself. She would find him still standing, resisting her rather impressive strength with equally impressive lower body strength of his own—courtesy of his Muay Thai training. He applied a lot of weight on her bent over back as he tightened the around her waist like a Boa constrictor. He was much in a much better position than the redhead, he may have not have access to his arms. But he has access to the most deadliest weapon in his arsenal...

The knee.

Taking that slid right leg, Juelz threw it forward in attempt to drive it into the torso of the kickboxer. He'd continue doing this while attempting to keep her unable to move—especially keeping an eye on those pesky arms she could still use if she managed it.

"You still remember that safety word, right?"

He taunted, knee after knee after knee.

He felt the knees hit the mark time and time again. Even though the majority of the hits were nullified with blocks, the lasting damage would play a factor if this bout lasted longer than his predictions. Her remark followed a frightening display of strength that took the calculated teenager by surprise. He attempted to maintain his sturdy base, but the raw strength behind the lift proved too great. "Impressive," Juelz whispered to himself within the confines of his mind. As his feet left the ground, he continued delivering crippling knees. Truth be told, the way he was positioned on the female was ideal when it came to the kinetic energy behind the last few attacks. These attacks were slightly stronger despite him being off the ground.

With her hands now gripped at his waist, blocking the next string of knees to her chest and exposed rib cage seemed impossible.

When she dropped on her bottom, Juelz braced himself for the inevitable by positioning his head in such a way where the grunt of the crash would land upon his shoulders and back. All in all, the tactic proved fruitful for the girl as he was now feeling legit pain, but she would possibly find herself on the loosing end of the trade due to the last few knees.

But if that wasn't enough, as she now pretty much was on top of him, Juelz began punching her sides—primarily aiming for her injured ribs. The punches contained enough force to get her to shout the safety word if things became a little too unbearable. But, if she didn't, he'd just continue taking advantage of the weak spot she pointed out. He didn't do it to win or hurt her, he did it because using such a handicap to his advantage is 100% in his nature.

Once she stumbled to her feet, Juelz sprung himself up in cliche kung fu movement. Once up, he took the same southpaw stance—just in case the girl was still feeling frisky. The way she squirmed when they were sprawled out on the ground told him the short range punches did enough damage to tell her she wasn't going to accomplish anything in such an awkward position. Juelz could have easily kept her in place, but lasting damage wasn't the goal in this little spar. But, to be completely honest, he was still trying to locate this goal. Once she spoke, he dropped his guard and shrugged his glistening shoulders.

"Because we both know how easy that would be. There really isn't any fun in that, now is there?"

He didn't need her to scream the safety word, he wasn't so overbearing egotistical dick who got off to being the best at everything. He was a true blooded combatant, he fought to survive and protect his own liberty. Having the strict creed of a warrior, winning and being the better combatant just came with the lifestyle.

Her taunts made his eyes narrow in annoyance...

This bitch was a real nympho for pain, huh? She got aroused from getting her bones smashed and cracked? Either that, or she was a badass motherfucker with the vigor of a spartan warrior. Regardless, Juelz strolled up to the primed and ready female and stopped roughly two feet away. "I rather not." He whispered—"playfully" poking her forehead with an extended index finger. "Use your head before it gets taken off your shoulders, alright?" Words of advice as he walked around the vertically gifted female.

Juelz approached the steel and wooden training dummy before spitting off to the side. In one fluid motion, he stepped across with his right leg, dug one-hundred-and-fifty plus pounds of muscle into said leg while twisting a full 360°. These actions combined left a explosive back roundhouse kick in the wake. Santana followed through with the kick; knee slightly bent while pivoting on his supporting leg. Like a whip, he unleashed the strike aimed directly for the metal head of the dummy. The collision between bone and metal left a thunderous clap which echoed through the empty gymnasium. As his leg dropped, the entire upper portion of the head would be dented and scrunched inward from the side—the kick almost going completely through the metal, save a few some odd inches.

"Could've been you, Miss Sarah. Now how were you going to say the word without a head?" He teased as he reached down for his gym bag, pulling out a fresh towel he draped over his head, while shuffling through his iPhone—answering those ratchet ass text messages from individuals he rather not be associated with.

She was certainly a witty one, huh? When she suggested exchanging numbers, Santana ruffled the draped towel over his head to soak up the sweat trapped in those white locks of his. "So you want to use me to gauge your growth as a fighter, huh?" He chuckled, "at least you're honest, miss Sarah." If Juelz didn't see the potential within this girl that burned like a low burning ember, he would have told her to fuck off due to reflexes. But the way she fought, she lacked the proper skill to utilize her obvious advantages. She was strong, fast, and stood at an ideal height for a fighter. Once she hones herself and begins to take advantage of these facts, she'll become one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

"If we were to measure our sticks right now. I'd put good money on yours having a few more inches than mine. I mean, lets be real, it takes a person with a whole lot of balls to walk up to an complete stranger and ask for a spar." He paused for a second and replied to the newest text message before continuing. "On top of not soiling your undergarments after seeing that little display of mine." He was referring to the kick. "But I'll humor you, miss Sarah. I'll play in your little dick measuring contest. Shoot, I know my dick big." Once said, he extended his arm for the female to take the phone and enter her contact.

Her straight comment wouldn't fall on deaf ears. "That's pretty hot, Miss Sarah." A stoic retort with no lust or sexual acknowledgement behind it—he just spoke his mind one-hundred-and-fifteen percent of the time. As she fiddled with the smartphone, he used both hands to ruffle the towel draped over his sweaty head in attempt to soak up more of the salted liquid. It felt nice, that fluffy white towel going to work on his scalp and head. Though it did take the bombshell a little longer than most to set her contact. With a subtle gaze, he couldn't help but notice the slight issue she was having. But anyone with basic intelligence or who didn't live under a rock would figure out in a matter of seconds, and this girl was no exception. Once complete, she sent herself a quick digital message before handing the phone back to him.

Her following comment caused him to shake his head in amusement. Pocketing the iPhone and throwing the now soaked towel over a single shoulder he spoke up. "I really require no wingman. However, the company of a girl who enjoys the 'companionship' of other girls are those who I prefer to spend my time with, to be completely honest. So I might accept that offer one of these days, who knows?" He shrugged with a faint grin.