MITB Qualifier - Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Belle Christensen

Cicilia grunted softly as Kaylee SLAMMED her forearm into her face, BASHING the bridge of her nose... but the blonde paid for such an offense with something much MUCH worse... Kaylee's firm, athletic stomach buckled completely under the German's fist, sinking in so deep... it was a wonder why it wasn't pulling a DragonBall and popping out the other side! Whatever strength Kaylee had to fight back was quickly and utterly snuffed, the force of the blow taking the smaller girl RIGHT off the floor for a good couple moments! Before she could fall back, Cicilia reached out a hand (the one that had been on her shoulder), using it to wrap around the back of her opponent's neck... and PULL her right back into a BLISTERING knee-strike.... aimed right at the girl's stomach.

Should this connect, the German would waist no time in a follow-up, adjusting her grip so that she could whirl Kaylee around so that she was facing the same way as the boxer... Cicilia looping her arms up under the blonde's She would lift her up, hold her HIGH above the ground... and then DROP her to the floor in a powerful Glam-Slam face-breaker!

Kaylee couldn't have been tougher than all this, in her estimate... But then, she had been surprised more than once this match. After the battering her stomach had just gotten, if Cicilia were in her shoes...? She'd have to break out at 2.99999 if she was LUCKY. If there was one thing she learned in her time in boxing: Sometimes blows to the body were worse than blows to the head... Not just in the later sense when all damage is totaled... but in the immediate, muscle-cramping, nausea-making present. If Kaylee was this Glam Slam would knock her out.

Kaylee grit her teeth, forced to endure the nauseating pain wracking her body as Cicilia refused to allow her to fall completely. A hand clamped down on the back of her neck, keeping her suspended for a brief moment before drawing her up just enough to take another shot at the seemingly helpless superstar.

While the crowd hissed and booed, a few cries for mercy echoed out. They hadn't seen the blow fail to connect as the German intended. Her arms were crisscrossed still clutching her stomach as she was yanked up, taking the brunt of the knee strike and dispersing the force outward from her stomach, buying her previous gulpfuls of air.

The stinging pain was intense, but not nearly as crippling as it would have been. The blond let out a wheezing growl, taking the hit like a champ before she was brought upright completely and spun about, nearly losing her footing.

While Cicilia reached for her arms, Kaylee had other ideas. Immediately throwing her weight backwards between both women, making up for her weakened state by using gravity to aid her. As she dropped towards the mat, her leg snapped forward, hooking around to strike at Cicilia's face again only this time with a Pele kick.

Cicilia really wished the crowd would shut up and watch, that they'd keep their cries of objection to their FIGHT at a minimum! Where did they think this would go? Did they assume that just because Kaylee painted herself the hero that the German would make this easy...? Did they imagine that because the boxer was framed unfavorably, every move she did was deserving of their vitriol? It was offensive to her how they played Kaylee's flute because of her claims, because of how badly she was now losing.

AT LEAST WAIT FOR HER TO USE SOME KIND OF CHEAP MOVE BEFORE YOU YELL AT HER, YOU TREACHEROUS-

Cicilia's focus cracked as Kaylee flipped back with remarkable skill, bringing her leg up and SLAMMING it into her upper-face with AWESOME speed and decent power! For the most part, most of Cicilia's face was missed. unless Kaylee could practically roll up the German's front like some kind of rollie-polly, she wasn't going to be able to hit her mouth or nose from this angle! She was, however... able to strike the boxer's forehead DEAD on with her knee, the German instantly letting go of the blonde and falling back!

"Damn it... She should be DONE already..." Cicilia hissed, bringing a hand up to the struck location, the German already feeling the warmth of her blood rushing to that spot... leaving a noticeable scuff and a bruise. Kaylee must have gotten tougher... If she was the same as before, she would've been vomiting all over the damn canvas with the blows she had taken!

...Just what kind of training did she do to improve this much...?

Kaylee had done a lot to improve after her injury, it was true. What was on display here wasn't only that though. She was focused. No distractions. She hadn't been using her phone this time, snapping photos and taking videos. The blond had come here to fight and as a result was far more invested in this moment, this match, than she had been with any previous offering Party Hard had participated in. This may have been the first match she had been taking serious since joining AFW and as a result she had become an actual competitor over being just an entertainer.

Her pseudo flip into a Pele kick hadn't hit quite as smooth as she liked, but cracking the Juggernaut in the face with anything worked in her favor regardless when she needed to buy herself time. The landing went just as sloppy, dropping back onto her front in a clatter on the canvas, landing hard on her shoulder.

Kaylee wheezed, still dealing with her insides being turned into jelly. Flipping around wasn't doing anything to quell that feeling of having to throw up either. She swallowed hard to keep that at bay. Lifting her head slightly the blond glanced back, Cicilia was down too. She had to act fast… well, as fast as she could muster to take advantage of that.

Kaylee pushed herself up to her knees, then popped up all the way with a drifting sway that teetered on her falling again. Turning about on wobbly legs, she reached down to try and grab hold of one of Cicilia's legs and lift it up slightly. She stepped over it, twisting with a spin to wrap up the woman's legs in a figure four before dropping herself back down to the mat, trying to hook her heel over top of her ankle to lock in the leg submission, looking to punish the same one she had earlier with her calf crusher. "Funny, that's what I was thinking about you too."

"NNNNNNGH!" Cicilia growled as Kaylee locked her legs into a figure-four hold, the German simply unable to rip herself up in time to defend herself! Even with the blonde's stomach geletanized and her strength severed, she still found the speed and the ability to bind the German up in her BANE: Submissions!

"You can't damage me..." Cicilia hissed, pushing through the pain in an attempt to RIP her legs free of the blonde's grip! "You.... You're not strong enough!" As if to throw those words back in Cicilia's face, Kaylee only tightened her hold, threatening to disable the German's foot!

"AAAAAGH!" She roared, almost completely undoing her claim in one exclamation of agony! This was all wrong... Kaylee shouldn't be this damn TOUGH! She went down without much of a fight before, like a fly before a swatter! Cicilia couldn't improve this much in the relatively small amounts of time between their last match and this one... How the hell was SHE able to!? What kind of training can produce these results!? The German's fingers BIT into the canvas before her, the boxer's nails cutting into the ring floor as she pulled herself towards the ropes, desperate to free herself before she lost feeling in her damn foot!

"Get off me, you... you..." She had to bite her tongue to stop whatever venom was building up on her tongue from escaping... to halt the impulsive poisioning of whatever small amount of ground they had made... "You... This... How did you get so... POWERFUL!?" Each word was gasped out as she clawed for the ropes...

Once she had the Juggernaut locked down, when had earned a moment to rest and recover. Despite the agony she could inflict from this position, it wasn't terribly taxing on her body so long as she could arch her back and keep her legs locked. The coiled limbs twisted Cicilia's leg like a knot, working to cripple her already wounded leg. She hated to admit it even to only herself in her mind, but perhaps Valerie was on to something with her focus on submissions.

She hadn't been able to do too much damage to Cicilia with all her fancy flips and strikes. Those had been impacts, what the boxer was used to it seemed. Now down and dirty on the mat, the blond could exploit the inherent weaknesses in the human body and bypass all that legendary toughness the other woman seemed to boast. Should the German actually escape her now, she had already made up her mind to continue trying to lock the stronger woman down like this for as long as the match persisted.

"You underestimated me." She cooed back, throwing on her guise and an actress to hide the fatigue still plaguing her. Unlike last time they danced within a submission hold, she was able to make the journey to the ropes far slower and more painful by flattening her back to the canvas so Cicilia was dragging more than just the weight of both women with her crawl.

"Big strong boxer taps out to child star. I like that sound of that, what do you think?" Kaylee tugged back her own leg, clamping down the hold harder as she reached down to grab hold of her own ankle, using that to leverage even more pressure by pulling with her upper body too. She was reveling in the moment, mostly because of how the other woman was just so baffled she could even compete on a similar level.

One could practically see Cicilia's patience snap just behind her eyes, the Boxer's lips once a snarl of pain... shifted into one much more... benevolent. All Kaylee had to do was NOT MOCK HER... ALL she had to do was shut up and fight and MAYBE the German could've forgiven her for how much of an evil monster she had portrayed her as... But it would've been TOO easy to do that, wouldn't it...? It Just would've been too goddamn easy to let Cicilia feel something other than blinding anger. Well... that and the reflexive embarrassment that came with such a comment. Cicilia's sanguine eyes INSTANTLY ignited the moment Kaylee's full thought escaped her lips, the boxer glaring flaming blades in the direction of her opponent. The last few coherent thoughts in the German's mind lamented how close they could've been to bridging the gap Cicilia had made at the start, how she might've eliminated one more stress-inducing opponent...

...And then it all went quiet... or at least, quieter than the roars of her raging flames alight inside her head!

"You should have just said nothing..." Cicilia hissed, giving up on her trek towards the ropes... and instead, with a mighty heave, attempted to FLIP over, on her front, reversing the figure 4 on Kaylee instead! "You should have just fought me and stayed quiet... BUT YOU'RE JUST SO STUPID!"

If the German managed to reverse the figure 4, she would give it back to Kaylee as PAINFULLY as she could manage, to make her scream and cry and sob, to make her regret this day EVERY day for the rest of her miserable life! Oh, cruelty was starting to seep in now, her righteous anger poisoned by the deeper and darker blazes ignited by this girl's callow, twisted game, the German's desire to break her growing with each passing second.

It was the disappointment, really. She had hoped Kaylee would've been willing to retract her accusations... She wanted to believe they had an understanding... No. Of course not. This is what trying to see the good in people does to someone. You get. Fucking. Disappointed.

"Beggars can't be choosers honey." Kaylee remarked with a small snort. It seemed regardless of how many times Cicilia hemmed and hawed at her she was expected to remain silent and take it but the moment the social media star piped up in retort she was the devil. Okay. The blond was long since over with humoring the German boxer, apparently for as hard as she claimed to be her skin was as thin was tissue paper.

"Eeegh!" Kaylee let out a surprised screech as both women were flopped over onto their chests, effectively reversing the hold. She let out a hiss as Cicilia applied her own pressure now, doing thing as she normally did, with brute force. While that worked with many submission holds, there was more finesse to be had by those on the more technical side of the scale such as this one. It took more precise distribution of weight, knowing where to leverage it, and applying pressure to the right spots. If the boxer thought she could just squeeze and destroy like one of her bear hugs, she had another thing coming…

That didn't mean it wasn't painful, it most certainly was, which was reflected in Kaylee's pain soaked features as beads of sweat down her forehead. The heroine in peril once more, the crowd was rallying behind her. Cicilia did very little to assist in her image as she screamed like a madwoman while seemingly trying to break their poor little blond.

Once the initial surprise had tapered off she focused on getting free. She knew to keep a calm head, if she panicee he was done for. The ropes were a temping place to crawl to, on her belly she could likely make it but it would take so long. She had to reverse it again, that was the plan.

Kaylee planted her forearms on the mat, shoving herself.up onto her hands..arching her back didn't help relieve the pain but it gave her a more powerful position to shift her weight from. She rocked from side to side lightly before tossing all her weight and power to the left, trying to roll the two women over onto their backs again. Rather than test her luck keeping the hold going she would immediately try to break it up, freeing both women.

Enough with her reputation. Enough with trying to keep her temper in check. This girl wanted a fight...? She'd get a damn fight! The audience and their judgement had long since disappeared from the German's world, the boxer doing her best to damage the legs of her opponent, to wrench and squeeze them until no longer usable! Kaylee, however, seemed much more grounded than her apparent ego would suggest, quickly flipping them BACK over and freeing herself of the Juggernaut's reverse figure 4!

She didn't even try to reassert her hold either, quickly breaking it off to free them both of what could be a losing battle for the media-star! Cicilia was quick to rise to her feet, the pain her legs suffered via the recent submission quickly numbing in the fuel of her adrenaline, the Juggernaut quickly approaching Kaylee as she too pulled herself together! Should the blonde remain on the ground by the time the boxer had gotten to her, Cicilia would cock back her foot... AND throw it forward to SLAM into Kaylee's ribs, flipping her back over on her stomach again!

...Should she scuttle to her feet, however, Cicilia would lash out not with a punch... but with a quick roundhouse, the boxer shifting her weight on one foot with such brutal speed, her heel turned into a scythe-blade that would SLASH DOWN anything unfortunate enough to have the height required to be caught it it's arc! Her kick was surprisingly well-honed, deadly and poorly choreographed... as well as a little unexpected trick for those that didn't know Cicilia's tactics!

Cicilia never claimed to have a tough skin... just that she was durable. Any fool that understood context could get that. Apparently, despite Kaylee having enough intelligence and charisma to work a crowd, he knew not the basics of common sense. The most common of which being self preservation.

Kaylee spread her legs apart, tugging them free from Cicilia's as they rolled back over. It had been worth a try to clamp on the figure four, but she had assumed the boxer would be helpless once it was cinched in. Sadly, the woman knew how to go about turning the move on her, burning what could have been an otherwise winning move.

Pulling her legs in defensively, she scooted backwards on her derriere, using her hands to help pull her back. She didn't want to get grabbed or kicked on retreat, it was too late in the match to make any more foolish mistakes. She had to pick opportunities and execute her offense right.

As Cicilia rose to her feet, Kaylee met her pace beat for beat by climbing to her own. The boxer still managed to get there first, already stepping up towards the social media star. Instinctively she brought her hands up, preparing to sway from one side or the other and swat at an upcoming punch, but it didn't come.

She steps back as Cicilia stepped up, watching the woman's shoulders closely, looking to the signs of which arm she was leading with, a trick she picked up from sparring with Belle. Her brow furrowed as she watched the German shift her weight in an unfamiliar way, eyes sore from refusing to blink in this moment. She saw the kick at the last moment, arching backwards to limbo under the blow. Her hair swished to the side as it passed right by her face, less than an inch from scraping off all her delicate features in an instant.

Staring down the bridge of her nose, she saw the opening she was looking for. Cicilia had given up, even if only temporarily, her firm foundation to try and land that kick. With only one leg to stand on, Kaylee could take advantage of that and bring the Juggernaut down to the mat… but with what?

Like a human slinky her body inverted back the way it had come, lunging in as Cicilia was carried on her pivot with the force of her kick. The blond popper herself forward, dropping down onto her knees to slide along the mat towards the German. With a arm hooked upwards, she reached around between the other woman's legs, looping her arm around her thigh.

With a roll of her own body, she pulled as hard as she could to try and send Cicilia tumbling down backwards to the mat, intending to roll the woman up onto her shoulders. She carried her weight up and over, draping her mass across the back of the German's legs to try and use both women's weight against her in this desperate pinfall attempt.

"One!"