Playing with the tough girls - Mia Wilson vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt - Standard match

Mia wasn’t that experienced in the wrestling world yet, her experience summed to a couple of matches, but she was slowly but surely getting used to it. There was a lot to learn from training in the gym and watching all the video footage from past matches her manager brought her. Her character could suit the Mustang monicker, but in fact Mia was a quite diligent person when she applied herself, and her heart and resolution were on the right place on this matter. The Mustang wanted this to work. She had found some passion for that sport even she couldn’t have seen coming. Mia was getting used to the pain some moves carried and how to deal with that while managing to pose a threat to her rival.

The brunette had heard about squash matches, and her manager had warned her about that kind of rivals that would give her no quarter and no window to avoid being hit or to attack. She had seen some video footage of different matches in which the size and weight difference between both contestants was so big that the bigger woman just crushed her rival with a barrage of holds and strikes showing to everyone how superior they could be thanks to their physical prowess.

Then there was that match, and Mia’s current rival. Sure Cicilia was a muscular woman, and she was taller than Mia but nothing in her body frame could hint that the Juggernaut packed a punch that hard. Not even in the most one sided matches Mia had seen the loser was able to withstand some more hits before going down. And there she was, the Mustang feeling like a ragdoll after just three hits. While resting on Cicilia’s shoulder the brunette could listen her rival teasing her lack of experience while locking her in a powerful bearhug. The Juggernaut’s arms were just so strong. Mia writhed in the bearhug as she groaned in pain and desperation, but not for long since the German made honor to her country by executing a German Suplex on her.

Everything was pain and shame. Mia could feel her spirit crushed under her rival’s move. Was she done for? Wasn’t there anything she could do? The Juggernaut had proven to be ruthless in her attacks. It looked like the German had the match on her pocket.

It couldn’t end like that.

Getting some strength back out of sheer frustration the Mustand jerked her body in the German Suplex so her rival couldn’t attempt a pin after it. If she managed to regain her freedom the brunette would roll over, trying to gain some space to catch some breath. She was resolved to make Cicilia pay, to sell her loss in a more expensive price, but first she needed some break.

Before Cicilia could plant herself for a definitive pin in an effort to put an end to this match, Mia would WRITHE free of the German's grip, flipping over on her side and breaking the Juggernaut's hold before it could truly be established. Letting out a low growl in frustration, Cicilia would rise to her feet quickly, aiming to continue the blitzkrieg that had been serving her well, but her opponent was already fleeing from her, seemingly terrified of just such an event! The boxer would watch as her foe rolled away like a tumbleweed in the wind, trying to recover some of her lost strength (and pride, most likely)... as if Cicilia would allow her such breathing room. The German had watched matches where two forces would clash and repel, slamming into one another before backing off for a breather like that was what real fighting was. No, one must always have every advantage when it came to battle, press it, if it were possible, until the opponent broke beneath it all. She wasn't going to let her record be tarnished to the point of it resembling dumpster trash... and she SURE AS HELL wasn't gone to lose to some newbie with a chip on her shoulder. She was tough enough to make it this far without begging the ref for release but that was all she had, her toughness. Mia wasn't particularly strong, as far as Cicilia could tell, nor was she smart enough to make a break for the ring-exterior. No, she merely lay against the edge near the ropes, huffing and puffing like prey weakened beyond action, simply awaiting her end.

"Get up. Fight me like a woman." Cicilia demanded, baring down upon Mia's just-now acquired space with a ravenous hostility. Cicilia into her area with an invasive pressure, marching towards her fallen foe with an unrelenting intensity, almost as if an entire army followed just behind. Her stomps connected with the floor like a million marching boots, her gaze like the torches of the military lighting their way to the enemy. Mia might've been frustrated that her entire image was going up in flames... But the Juggernaut's rage burned far hotter than such fuel could EVER produce alone! Mia was a rag-doll, a target-dummy, something Cicilia could hit and get meaningful feedback from. Her offense was pathetic, her defense unrecognizable. The German wondered if she was being paid to beat the piss out of someone again, that instead of booking a challenge, all they could find for Cicilia were toys... and monsters!

"Get UP!" Cicilia repeated, reaching out SHARPLY and GRABBING Mia by her wrist, intending to yank her to her feet. "Don't just sit there! FIGHT!"

For Mia, escaping the German Suplex before it could transition into a pinning maneuver felt like a victory at first. Then, only instants after as the Mustang rolled over and break some space while using the ropes to try and stand, only managing to get on all fours, she felt despair taking over her spirit. The match couldn’t have started in a worse manner for her, taking what it felt like the beating of her life but only was a couple of good strikes coming from Cicilia. The brunette didn’t even want to start thinking about how a sustained combat against this woman could be, she now understood the grim warning her manager gave her, and how unhappy and nervous she looked about the idea of pitting a still not very experienced Mia against someone as the Juggernaut.

“Get up. Fight me like a woman.”

Cicilia’s words echoed inside Mia’s head, even if most of the sound was muffled because of how much everything hurt, like she was already ready for the count, for this to be over. Even so, the Mustang could hear the Juggernaut’s words clear as day, the mix of apathy but also hostility and threat, with some specks of disapointment as if the boxer was hoping for someone better than Mia, ringing inside her brain as if Cicilia was just crushing her with words as much as she was doing with her fists.

The Juggernaut’s steps as she got closer sounded like a cavalry charge coming at Mia, no, like a monster coming at her. It was a weird sensation, but fear of this woman had its roots so deep in Mia now that no matter how her hearing and vision were blurry, she was able to hear and see Cicilia much better than before, hear every step, even how her muscles tensed, and see even the slightest detail, from the look of her powerful muscles to the drops of sweat covering her. She could also feel the spite with wich the Juggernaut talked at her, her words repeating inside Mia’s mind.

“Get up. Fight me like a woman.”

The sentence was quite clear: for Cicilia, Mia was something inferior to a woman. She must be some kind of animal, prey to feast on, and it wasn’t only about how the Juggernaut saw the world, it was also about how Mia was acting in front of her, cowering like a critter. “Get up. Fight me like a woman.” Mia couldn’t stop hearing the sentence in her head. She wanted to get up, she really wanted to make a stand, but her rival looked relentless, and she was scared of getting injured.

Then she noticed Cicilia yanking her from the wrist, and Mia understood that the pain was coming either she defended or not. “Don’t you sit there, FIGHT!” Yes, that was what she was going to do. With some fear and also anger fueling her, Mia would let Cicilia drag her on her feet, but also she will use the momentum to launch a powerful elbow strike at the Juggernaut’s chest with a groan of exertion, hoping that maybe, maybe that would make the boxer lose a little bit of her scary pose.

Arrogance... A signature De'Reignhardt trait. Always, it seemed, rearing its twisted head when control was in their grasp. Cicilia had every reason to believe she had this fight in the bag. She had been grinding Mia to pounder beneath her knuckles since the very beginning of this fight, her constant aggression oppressing and punishing any attempt to try and take any ground in the opposite direction. Cicilia's might was simply too much, her power, too vast! ...And it was infuriating. What was the point of being strong if it meant NOTHING? What was the point if the people here were too weak to aid her in further refining her abilities? It was almost like she were just beating up random people for money in this ring, people without any ability to fight, people no more fit than the average jogger... It was all so damn frustrating.... What was she even training for at this point? To fight Elfrida? She hadn't shown her face since that one moment in the hospital! No doubt she was hiding in the shadows like the carrion-bird she chose as her coat-of-arms, letting the shadows consume her as she tore apart her opponents. She might as well not exist any more than she had all the way back in Europe.

Was she fighting for Margaux? ...Or rather, against her? No, much like her sister, that french monster too had disappeared into the dark, no doubt weaving her sickening webs of destruction throughout the streets of Japan. She and Juno were likely in bed together in some sort of twisted dance for power, those freaks feeding off one another like a twisted, insectoid Aquarius, all too aware of how each intended to kill off the other. For all intents and purposes, the darkness in Cicilia's life had bled away back to their respective corners, no longer threatening to eat away at her happiness. No longer did she have any direct and present threats against her and, for all intents and purposes, everything seemed to be progressing... towards the positive for once!

...Then why did it feel like there were knives driving into her back...?

...Why did it feel like she always had to be ready...?

Mia would explain why in the way only reasonable people could communicate, SLAMMING her elbow DEAD-CENTER between the Juggernaut's breasts, CRASHING against her rib-cage and sending the German stumbling back! SHOCK rattled her bones as the boxer struggled to regain her footing, her lungs deflated as she was left gasping softly, a hand over the now bruised-spot upon her fair, almost ghastly-white skin!

"G...gh.... Cheap trick..." Cicilia growled, her breathing growing heavier. "...Some fighter you are."

When she first entered the ring Mia wasn’t fully prepared for what was coming for her. The Mustang had been rumbling with thoughts of what her manager warned her about, all the grim prophecy of a mighty and fearsome rival. Those thoughts got to her, and made the Mustang appalled even days before the match began. When she entered the ring, she made it in a terrified state, in fear of this terrible woman she hadn’t even met. It was no wonder that when she finally got to face Cicilia Mia just wasn’t up to it. This of course don’t mean any disrespect at Cicilia’s actual fighting skills which were outstanding, but before the match started Mia was already feeling crushed and not by her hits but by her terrible reputation.

No wonder when the bell rang it felt so easy for the German to pummel her rival, sending her to the canvas after just a fewe actual hits. That looked to make Cicilia angry, maybe because she was expecting some challenge, and only made the Juggernaut’s strikes to be harder and nastier. In the end Mia found herself dazed and disoriented while her mind yelled at her to run away.

But sometimes in these moments one’s character appeared and shone. Cicilia’s anger and despise towards Mia didn’t have a deterrent effect on the Mustang. On the contrary, every single scornful comment coming from the Juggernaut erased one speck of fear from Mia’s psyche and replaced it with newfound resolution. She wouldn’t go down like that, she would find the strength to arise again, even stronger than before. She would make Cicilia respect her.

And she started working on that as she suddenly stood on her feet and launched an elbow at Cicilia’s chest. The Juggernaut staggered for an instant and then called foul play coming from Mia. That was the last straw. “Cheap trick?! You fucking pummel me to the ground and then when I come back you call that cheap trick?” Mia’s blood was boiling inside her, the anger taking control as she lunged forward and executed a spinning heel kick aimed at Cicilia’s head.

"Tch." Cicilia growled, bringing her hands back up in their traditional boxing stance. "I wouldn't call a single elbow-strike on me a 'comeback.' I'd call it a weak move from someone who can't face me head on." Stepping to Mia, the German wouldn't give her any ground, any space to actually start taking back the fight as she had suggested. She would keep pressuring her, keeping up the offensive... if that's what it took to stomp out this bug. However, the moment the German had begun her advance, Mia did the unexpected and moved to meet Cicilia head-on, going for broke with a POWERFUL and quick arching slice of a kick! A reverse roundhouse, also known as a spinning wheel-kick came for Cicilia like how death came for them all! Like the sickle of the reaper itself, Mia's foot REND the space between them in two, SLICING the air with the taint of revenge so potent, the German could taste it from here! Luckily, the boxer was able to bob back JUST IN TIME to avoid the world-rending cut that was Mia's boot slicing into her face, the German leaning back SHARPLY in order to avoid the blow!

..."Ah..!?"

Cicilia's feet, however, were not so compliant. Despite her skill as a boxer, the German's footwork was hardly the best in the league. Having the durability and firepower of a tank, the same could be said for her maneuverability as attempting to move to quick too fast... might end up getting one's treads stuck in the earth! In Cicilia's case, her feet stumbled against one another as she attempted a rapid retreat, leaving the German unbalanced and unfocused as her attention divided between the ever-present chains of gravity and the fact her opponent has finally gathered her nerve! As the boxer struggled to get her stance under control, to get herself in some meaningful position, the Juggernaut would be left wide open for a powerful followup attack should Mia find it in her heart to do so!

"D...Damn it!" The Boxer hissed as she fell back near-helplessly!

Even if the early moments lf the match had been just Cicilia pummeling Mia as hard as she could, the Mustang managed to get some intel out of them. Now she knew, for example, that her rival was a much morr than proficoent boxer packing one hell of a punch. The feats of strength the Juggernaut was able to achieve while on the offensive compared to nothing Mia had ever seen. Getting hit wasn't an option if she wanted to get a win, enduring that wasn't possible for Mia.

Another thing she had learnt could help her develop a strategy for the match: Cicilia was a woman who thought that the best defense is a good offense, and that could be the reason why the Juggernaut was so relentless while on the offensive, going all out in order to overwhelm her rival and send her to the mat in a flurry of hits.

That was an actually very valuable piece of information because it meant that if Cicilia had a chance to strike she would do so. If Mia was to let the German dictate the rhythm of the match the Juggernaut would correspond her with attack after attack, hit after hit and that would inevitably lead to Mia's demise. In order to survive this and even maybe try getting a win Mia needed to take initiative.

And that was exactly what she was doing. Cicilia looked determined about teasing Mia, trying to make the American-Japanese lose her temper, but the truth is that the Mustang noticed how her elbow strike connected, and the scornful comment from the Juggernaut gave away the fact that she got hurt, even if it.was only a little.

That was why Mia tried to keep going with her spinning heel kick, but Cicilia managed to dodge in the last instant. Mia needed to press on in order to get the tables turned, but what was that? It looked like in a rush to avoid being hit the Juggernaut moved faster than her feet could move. Unable to keep the pace, Cicilia was staggered and without any balance. As if a gift from heavens was, Mia decided she wouldn't miss that time. She launched her right leg until it almost touched her own shoulder and then moved it downwards in a powerful axe kick.

"Dodge this."

Like the coward that Mia was, she would use Cicilia's moment of weakness to service herself, her leg ARCHING up high into the air like a guillotine blade being WRUNG up in preparation for execution! One could practically visualize the mustang's boot like a steel, crescent axe, coming down with such speed and ferocity, it was almost as if she were intending to embody that very death-machine! Indeed, with the boxer's guard as staggered as her legs there was nothing the German could do but FLEX her muscles protectively and bare it! Gritting her teeth, the German would be THROWN to the ground as the woman's heel DROVE right DOWN into the German's right clavicle/shoulder, akin to a hammer STRIKING down upon the foundation of a dilapidated statue! Much like that rocky mimicry, the Juggernaut would collapse to the floor HARD, a low groan escaping her lips as a hand shot up to her now bruised shoulder! It's ache... was like that of striking one's knee-cap or being SLAMMED between the legs! A sickening, ugly weakness came with the sharp, throbbing ache, infecting her nerves and muscle all the way down! It even touched her belly as if to suggest its power over her, that it could, very well, make her nauseous, should it choose...

Now that Cicilia had actually felt a true, wound-up blow from Mia, Cicilia was beginning to realize what a mistake she had made. While this woman was hardly what Cicilia would describe as stalwart, collapsing with each blow landed upon her, this didn't mean she couldn't fight back if she had the opportunity! Her strike-force was comperable to Cicilia's the German was starting to recognize as she forced herself to one knee, her unwounded arm clutching her wounded as she seethed, snarling beneath the inferno of pain and adrenaline flooding her veins! She packed more of a punch than her physique would suggest... and had enough speed to crank them out quickly!

...If Cicilia wasn't careful... she might be quickly overwhelmed!

...Damn these glass-cannons....

"Yeah...? So what...?" Cicilia growled, CLUTCHING the arm Mia had struck, FORCING it to move the way she wished as she brought it back up in position as she slumped into her boxing stance. "You think that's an attack...? Please! You can't do anything that lasts!"

With her resolve making the blood on her veins pump and boil, Mia charged an axe kick and added to the motion all that fear, all the frustration Cicilia had made her feel while the early minutes of the match. This was her statement, her message to the Juggernaut, a powerful hit used just in the right moment as the boxer was struggling with her balance, a strike aimed to make some real damage for the first time in the match, it was as if Mia was yelling: “I won’t go down nicely.” And it felt great. When the kick connected and Cicilia fell hard on the mat Mia towered over her fallen rival, still letting the feeling sink in. She was now into the match, and the murmur of the crowd slowly became some cheering now that they were watching an actual fight.

Cicilia still remained an absolute mystery to Mia though, her motives and objective so far from her understanding. As far as the Mustang could notice it was as if that woman had a big bitterness against her, not personally her but her aura and her persona for some reason she couldn’t understand. The Juggernaut was an amazingly strong woman and a proficient wrestler, why did she look that anguished then? It was as if Cicilia acted driven only by the will to prove something to some unknown force. Even from her position on the mat she had to hide her feelings and pose as if Mia’s attack wasn’t anything, but her body language gave away the fact that it actually hurt her, no matter how smart she could feel with her quippy and mocking retorts.

Seeing this gave Mia the boost in self-confidence the Mustang just needed. Her rival could be a devastatingly strong woman capable of incredible feats of strength. Of course if let attack freely she could take care of Mia with her powerful pummeling, she was still a very dangerous threat to the Mustang, but now she was able to see through all the veil of aggression and threat. Cicilia was like everybody else, a strong woman but also with her moments of weakness, with doubts and with a lot to prove to someone, and Mia would use that against her.

“We will see about that.” She was done talking. Mia now knew that she could hurt her rival, and that letting her take the initiative could lead to a dire situation, so when Cicilia stood up and started her mockingly comments Mia wouldn’t let her finish and would go for a kick to her stomach. She wanted Cicilia bending in order to get a good grip on her and then execute a DDT, aiming to soften her rival while sending her to the mat once more.

Mia would cut off Cicilia before she could complete her triumphant declaration, the mustang spouting off her own in defiance before SHOOTING her leg out, attempting to SLAM into the German's gut!

"Idiot!"

The boxer's arms would fold before her body like castle-gates closing before an oncoming attack, the woman's boot PLANTING across the German's forearms and shoving against them! Only the barest of distance was the German shoved back, her boots grinding against the floor below in a brief, ear-shredding screech before the juggernaut THREW her arms in opposite directions, BLOWING Mia, and the foot planted upon them, BACK! What, she got one good hit in and she thought it would all go her way...? Did she think she could just... push through Cicilia while she was speaking!? Did she EVEN KNOW who she was fighting!? ...Cicilia didn't take pride in her last name, the name of the people who tortured her for wasting their blood, who tried to remold her in the most excruciating ways to fit their ideal vision. These demons held a reputation as the greatest fighters in the world, the epitome of battle-talent rolled into one, blue-blooded family line! Cicilia belonged to this powerful tribe of monsters and even if she didn't have their natural prowess, she did have their determination, their PRIDE! She wasn't going to let herself get walked over... NOT BY THIS ONE!

...She had worked too damn hard, fought too many people, risked her life TOO MANY TIMES to be taken down here, but this green-horn! She probably thought she was better than her now that she got in one, pathetic hit. She probably thought the world would just... let her continue to wale on Cicilia as if she had earned the right! Damn it, Cicilia was a De'Reignhardt... and she wouldn't settle for being disgraced like this! Closing in on Mia like a shark, Cicilia would throw a harsh uppercut UP at Mia's stomach, her fist like a cannon ball, VICIOUSLY arching up at it's target!

"...Don't get cocky! This isn't a game!"