Another Challenger...?

"Hündin!" Cicilia spat back, not really knowing what the woman was shooting at her as she didn't speak french. Her punches struck the woman as she too became distracted, suitable payback for that cheep kick she delivered earlier! As the red-head came back with a wild hook, Cicilia was ready for her this time. She was FAST, but she was predictable, at least in that swing. The wild, uncontrolled nature of her movements made her easy to read and easy enough to counter. The German's hand shot out and caught the Fiona's fist as it came around to strike her jaw, Cicilia twisting her wrist to painfully twist the woman's hand in a painful angle.

Without missing a beat, the boxer would step in and throw her other fist at the woman's stomach, making her pay for that cowardly kick she DARED to throw at her before! And it was only a taste of the pain she'd dish out to her today...

In the back of her mind, though... Cicilia was aware of that look Sayumi was drilling into her back... That disapproving frown that broke her heart. Now that her lover was here, looking at her like she was doing so much wrong, she just wanted to quit this fight... Just the feel of that heavy, judging gaze made the boxer want to just throw up her hands and forfeit this match... Just so her lover would stop looking at her that way... She hated it. Every second she could feel those eyes ripping into her soul, she hated it...

She felt like the scum of the earth... Her eyes wouldn't leave Fiona's though. She had called her out and DEMANDED a fight and she would get one...

While the two hurl insults in their mother tongue and fists, Sayumi just sits there watching in the round inflatable throne casting judgement on them. Fiona still hasn't seen who that person really is and neither does she care about it now. That hook was just itching to give payback to her own jaw. She didn't care how wild or less controlled it was either, she just wants to HURT this woman. However, maybe she should have cared when the Juggernaut gave a nice counter to the hook, just grabbing the fist before it would come near her jaw, twisting it rather painfully. The 'Oh Shit' moment was instant in her mind but didn't register on her face, but it did son twist into an expression of pain once she took a shot to the stomach! "Guuh!"

Gasping, the shot itself knocking some air out of her lungs and exiting her parted lips as her abs folded under the punch. "Fuckin' piece of-" Gritting her teeth, she bent over the gloved fist kinda. While Cicilia was feeling guilty and sad for her girlfriend, Fiona was feeling anger (if she could feel any more of that) and embarrassment. Here she was calling Cicilia out and now she's looking like some pussy ass bitch! The first time in a while that she felt that. And she hated it. REALLY hated it! That woman was gonna pay! And if it is infront of her girlfriend, then so be it.

Unbeknownst to the French woman, she does share some similarities with Cicilia. Both in pride and temper. And it was that same pride that refused her to fall to one knee even. Not to anyone. Least of all this bitch. For now, Fiona realizes she isn't a dumb big tank. If she's gonna win then she needs to dial back the anger levels. That is, if it's even possible. For now, Fiona would straighten her body up before her right leg raises up, only a little due to how close they are and shoot her foot out at the inner side of the same left knee, pulling it back for another strike. A knee strike, aiming for Cicilia's stomach!

Unlike Fiona, Cicilia had something more to care about now than just her own pride. At one point, the two of them might've been the same in terms of mind-set. When she first arrived in the AFW, the German was full of misdirected anger and frustration, determined to use it to power her way to the top in both the wrestling game and her Boxing career. Fueled by rage, she'd fight, pain only adding to her strength as it added to her anger... This girl seemed to be the same, at least in the angry bit... And Cicilia would've hated her for the similarities Fiona shared with her. It would be like looking in a warped mirror in a way and in the reflection, she'd be able to see her insecurities projected in that rage-filled face... So irrational, so wild and maddening, no doubt hiding some kind of fear. Their hearts would likely resonate with each other and instead of helping quell their fires... it would only add to them.

Now, though... Cicilia had grown beyond that simple existence. She had found someone to love and cherish above everything else and there she was, glaring at them both in distaste... Was it any wonder why she was so distracted? If the only thing that kept you happy stared you in the face with a look of disapproval, wouldn't you want to end whatever you were doing right then...? She did... That's why she hoped this girl's toughness was pitiful and this uppercut would drop her instantly...

While it did hit dead on, the girl's buckling only went so far as to bend over her fist in pain, her legs standing firm much to Cicilia's frustration. Damn iiiiiiit! This was not what she needed right now! Any other day... any other time she would've been more than happy to rip this girl a new one! She had to get this fight over fa-

"Ugh....." Cicilia coughed, bending over a little herself as her rival straightened herself, thrusting her knee into Cicilia's stomach. the knee cut deep into her abs, forcing out a small bit of air from her lungs. The Boxer gritted her teeth and stood firm, extracting her fist from near the girl's stomach and shooting it up in an uppercut, to her chin, followed by a quick cross from her other fist to strike the girl hard in the cheek! She needed to rock her... work on that head... send her world spinning.