Brawl With a Stranger (Yori) (Spar)

2 out of 3 of the German's punches landed right on target, much to her surprise and the wrestler's. She expected her opponent to duck out of the way or at least block them all but instead there she was, stumbling back, stunned and hurt. Did she really unload that much into her cross...? Instead of going with her original plan and applying pressure and shoving her against the ropes for a pounding, Cicilia actually let off a bit, taking a few steps back once more. Oh it was tempting... she wasn't going to deny that... Slamming hook after hook into her cheeks until they swelled up like oranges... That impulse was squashed, though as the image of her opponent in a hospital, bandaged and maimed... brutalized just as Cicilia had been earlier in her life flashed through her mind.

No... no no no... She whispered to herself, shaking her head. If those two punches put her in that bad a way, she couldn't get careless... It would be far too costly... Cicila dropped her guard just a bit, almost looking concerned for the girl. She didn't exactly look tipsy yet, but the effect of her punches seemed to effect her opponent notably. It was clear she couldn't go anywhere close to all out here... She wouldn't let herself hurt anyone like she had...

"Hey. You okay?" The German asked, genuine concern in her voice.

Sayumi breathed out a ragged heave as she she tried to collect her thoughts. Was this a trap? She couldn't believe the German slugger would ease up like this, not when she had a clear advantage. Her kept one hand out in front of her, making sure more than an arm's distance would remain between them as she rubbed furiously at her eye with her palm and forearm, eventually blinking sight back into it. She wasn't coming at her, was she actually concerned? Later she would feel bad about purposely dragging on the exchange, but for now, holding the bower at bay was her only way to survive. "Yeah... just got careless."

She could just charge her, take the gamble. What were the chances she could put enough power behind another combination before she was already on top of her. No. That wasn't her way. If she was going to beat this woman, she was going to do it the right way or go down trying. She shook her head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs, but the ache remained despite her best efforts. "I'm stronger than look." She wasn't sure she believed herself, but was almost certain she said it more for Cicilia's benefit than her own. She remained at a distance, purposely waiting for the other woman to seemingly ready herself before even thinking of making a move.

Cicilia internally breathed a sigh of relief as the girl collected herself and stated that she was fine.

"Good." She simply said but what wasn't said was how thankful she was her opponent wasn't hurt any worse. The wrestler quickly followed up with a remark that she was stronger than she appeared and, to her surprise, Cicilia actually laughed at that. It wasn't mocking or an insult, more one of surprise.

"Yeah. Looks like it." She grinned before raising her guard once more, matching the wrestler doing the same. Alright... Round 2... She had to be lighter this time and not knock her senseless too quickly... The German watched her opponent intently, clenching her fists in anticipation for some kind of attack but such an attack never came... It seemed that she was intent on the defense and that was fine. If she wanted to be reactionary, who was she to stop her?

After waiting a second or two more, the boxer lunged forward once more, unleashing a ripper uppercut aimed at the girl's stomach with the intent to stun her. Without waiting, whether the attack hit or not, Cicilia would follow up with a hook aimed at the girl's jaw, and a straight right at the center of her face. She wasn't going to give the girl much room to mount an offense of her own if she could help it, lest she get trapped in her grip. She intended to rock the wrestler's head, cripple her combat functionality and, if that didn't work? She'd have to get a little more serious.

Sayuki drew back as Cicilia stepped it, making the right call this time to actually pivot and lean herself out of harms way. The uppercut soared off mark, but not by much. She could swear the blow whistled as it narrowly missed her, parting the air enough to disturb her hair. Her heart jumped, wanting to break itself out of her body and run for the hills. She crossed her arms, trying her best to shrink away to make herself a smaller target. Shoulders raised as she tucked her head down protectively. One. She expected the combination in threes, like the first had come. It had worked the first time, there was no reason not to try it again. She just had to survive and bunker down until then. The hook rocked her, nearly curving around  her protective barrier. She hissed in pain, wanting to badly to shake out the sudden sting engulfing it but knowing to do so would get her leveled.  She almost lost her footing, having to stagger step to keep from losing her balance.Two. The straight collided with her guard, parting her arms and sending her stumbling back towards the ropes. She didn't seem to try and stop herself, no, she had regained her footing in this last steps, throwing herself up against the ropes. Three! There was a brief moment where she met eyes with Cicilia, one could swear her lips had curled into a smirk.

As she rocketed off the ropes she took one leaping stride before  kicking off the canvas, causing the surface to shudder. She arched her back, straightening herself out in the air. Like a ballistic missile, she aimed to land the heels of her boots squarely in the German slugger's chest, burying that her own payload on the woman. Her lack of striking power was made up with momentum and the weight of her body coming at her like a freight train. She let out a yell mid flight, throwing everything she had into this. If she missed, she was in serious trouble. If Cicilia was able to stay upright, or recover faster than her, she didn't want to think of what the boxer could do to her on the ground if she wanted.

Cicilia's assault met much firmer resistance than before, her uppercut completely missing it's target, going wide. The wrestler shrunk herself inward in an effort to make herself into a smaller target, a sign she was already on the back foot! Excellent! She followed up with her hook and straight, but those two where met with a respectable guard. The dark-haired German's fists slammed into her arms sending her stumbling back towards the ropes. It was time... Time to finish this! She retracted her arms back up in a defensive guard, a cocky grin on her face. She was OBVIOUSLY in control and what do you do when you're in control? Trash-talk.

"Don't tell me that's the best you can do." Cicila goaded, advancing on her seemingly struggling opponent. "I'm disappoi-"

Cicilia stopped as the girl stepped farther back, pushing herself against the ropes more and more, stretching them back and building energy. An instant later, she sprung from the ropes, using the power it gave her to rush down the boxer, catching the stronger woman off guard completely.

"Oh God Damn-!" She barely managed to say before two feet firmly slammed into her breasts, sending the girl flying a short ways, landing hard on her back.

"Ugh!" She groaned, her bust and spine aching somewhat, but not much else. Cicilia's resiliancy came to the forefront with this attack, revealing just how much of a beating she could take. Unless this girl could consistently land blows of this caliber on the her... Eventually Cicilia would outlast her.

"Dammit... I deserved that..." Cicilia attempted to get to her feet quickly, raising her hands up to guard against any more potential drop-kicks. She got to one knee as quickly as she could muster, glaring at her now rival somewhat fiercely. Once she got to her feet, Cicilia wasn't gonna let that go unanswered...

There was that always that moment just before impact where you held your breath and hoped. As she collided with Cicilia, her legs strained, remain locked in a perfect dropkick position. She landed on her back onto the mat, arms spread and body straight in a practiced fall almost all wrestlers were familiar will to distribute the force of her coming crashing down. She lifted her head, peering over her chest to watch Cicilia be sent back and down. Tucking her legs up to her chest, she threw them up and out, flipping her upright into the standing position in mere moments. She couldn't waste this opportunity.

It was a race now, sneakers squeaking off the canvas as she made a mad dash for the German bruiser. She was already getting to her feet. She didn't have time to be shocked or impressed, she had to get her back down and get on top of her. Her mind raced as time seemed to slow down, all the potential outcomes shooting through her brain.

A two for one, cross body her. If she catches me in the air with a punch though, I'd be defenseless.

Her heels dug into the canvas with each impact.

Another stinger? Even if I hit her, we'd be right next to each other on the ground. No good.

She was out of time, right in the other woman's face now. She lifted her leg, carrying her momentum with her, and thrust her foot out as out as hard as she could. She needed to stay upright. Her long legs put her out of arms reach to the kneeling woman. She needed a solid target. She had one in Cicilia's own defense, there specifically to intercept her blow. This was her safest bet, and one she had bet everything on. She didn't need to strike the woman someplace to do damage, no, she just needed her back off her feet. She threw everything she had into trying to toppled the woman back over. As she kicked out at Cicilia she let out an uncharacteristically primal scream which reverberated in the empty gymnasium.

The girl was on her feet much faster than Cicila and was already rushing her down! She gasped as the charging woman raised her foot out and attempted to shove it into her chin... Only to be met with the cross-armed guard of the boxer, crouched low so that her center of gravity lessened the impact. Still... The kick had done it's job... It shoved Cicilia over harshly, forcing her on her back once again, much to the boxer's panic. She may have blocked the blow but that only stopped the damage. She was vulnerable on her knees and now even moreso on her back once more. Her head slammed into the canvas harshly, dazing the boxer for but a moment, but that moment was one she couldn't afford to lose... Now she might actually pay for it.

Despite being stronger, tougher and almost as fast, Cicilia was suddenly put on the back foot as she sat up again, letting out a growl of frustration. She was REALLY starting to hate this girl now and her stupid running kicks... Now she couldn't even get a decent punch off, especially at this angle.... Hmm...

Thinking fast, Cicilia lurched upwards, sweeping her arm under the wrestler's leg, intending to take her down with her so that they were both on the same level. What she intended to do was sweep so that she fell backwards, giving the boxer enough time to get to her feet, but then... at the angle she was in, it was uncertain which way her target would fall if this sweep even worked at all.

Sayuki shook with the sudden impact, body kept going with her momentum until she slammed her foot down, caught int an awkward half slip. Her hands  windmilled frantically as she struggled to maintain her balance. She had done it! She just needed to... She rocked, trying to shuffle her feet closer together to actually make use of this opening. She was sure now that she had the German slugger. She almost let out a triumphant cheer, but she was falling. Already unsteady, Cicilia's strong sweep and taken her clear off her feet. While not completely opposite her as she had likely intended, she did fall back to land poorly on her arm and back. There was no cushioning this one, not when it took her by surprise so suddenly.

She let out a cry of pain, clutching her arm as she rolled onto her back and rapidly flexed her fingers trying to work the pain out through clenched teeth. If the slugger got up before her, she was done for. But did she even need to get up? No. If she managed to get on top of her, it was just as bad. She'd have no defense from punches raining down on her if she found herself pinned. She dug her heels into the canvas, shoving at the ring surface to scoot herself blindly away from Cicilia as he worked to regain herself, slowly sitting herself up. There was a chance she could still salvage this, hit the reset button if they both got to their feet at roughly the same time.

Much to the boxer's relief, the wrestler feel hard backwards, giving Cicilia enough time to recover from her... unpleasant fall. She groaned softly, that hit to the head doing more to her than she realized. While her rival scooted backwards, attempting to put some distance between them, the German rose to her feet slightly off-put, blinking the dizziness out of her eyes...

The two of them rose to their feet at the same time exactly, The boxer raising her arms again, wary of her opponent pulling anything like that again. This was why she hated wrestling... It was so complicated and hard... You never expect those kicks and you call to the canvas so much its difficult to maintain momentum...

"You're a lot better than I thought..." She complimented, going back to circling her target cautiously. "You've earned that apology... I'm sorry I scared you. I'm sorry I was so harsh." She smiled warmly at the wrestler, respecting her and her talent with the sport. She was good... There wasn't a doubt about that. "But that's not gonna stop me from beating you."

With that being said, she lunged forward again, deciding it was time to pressure her. Cicilia let loose a quick barrage of jabs, hooks and crosses spattered across her face and body in an effort for her to retreat under her guard. Her pace started steady but slowly began to pick up, falling into a rhythm that repeated... Jab, Jab, Jab, Hook, Straight, uppercut, Jab, Jab, Jab....

She stepped closer with each punch, intent on shoving her into a corner... It was time to get serious...

As she staggered to her feet she breathed heavy, sluggishly circling Cilicia to keep them apart. Sayumi brought up one hand defensively while flexing out the other while the German slugger spoke, making use of this time to recover again. She could still win this, she just needed the right opening. Rocking on the balls of her feet. She returned a simple "Thank you." punctuated with a weak smile to the collective compliment and apology.  She gasped as Cicilia charged her, frantically backpedaling as she turtled herself up again to try and weather the hurricane of punches. Each blow crashed down on her defenses, breaking them down, her arms so numb she could barely hold them up any longer.

The German slugger assisted her though, driving her fist so far into her stomach she needn't worry about holding up her guard anymore, it simply fell away. Her legs buckled as each jab and hook landed true against her staggered punch drunk form. The uppercut sent her sprawling into the corner, a faint mist of blood from the impact as she collapsed against the ropes, arms draped over the top ropes kept her upright for each and every blow Ciclia wished to land on the defenseless target. Her body shifted with each blow by the sheer force of impact alone, no longer staggering or reeling she had fallen unresponsive.