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

Even if now Mia had a really powerful boost in her self-confidence she was far from overcoming the difficult situation she got herself into. Of course it was a great development realizing how no matter how tough Cicilia looked the German was also a human being and she could be beaten, but from thought to action there was a long way, and Mia was just starting to walk that path.

Even if she got a powerful start with her axe kick, when the Mustang repeated strategy by launching a second kick, this time at Cicilia’s stomach, she just gave the Juggernaut a golden opportunity to anticipate and get a proper counter ready. And just that she did, the German crossing her arms over her stomach in order to successfully block the hit. Even so Cicilia would take a good part of the blow on her arms, but that completely dismantled Mia’s momentum, and when the Juggernaut just shoved her leg away the Mustang had a really hard time trying to maintain her footing. Staggering and conceding some terrain, Mia focused in getting her balance back before she would fall on her butt.

Just when Mia managed to recover she would be greeted back with a powerful uppercut at her stomach coming from Cicilia. It felt like a train hitting her midsection, Mia stumbled back some more while holding her stomach, coughing as she felt the urge to throw up. How could that woman hold that kind of punches? Mia had insulted the proud Cicilia with her previous attitude, and now was paying the price.

But that wouldn’t be the end of Mia, nor the Mustang would feel appalled by this hit. Taking some space to recover once more she started running at her rival, aiming to surprise Cicilia with something not even she could block. Mia’s intentions were to spear the woman just in her midsection, returning some of the pain she was feeling for now and making the odds even.

Cicilia's punch would sink SO deep into the Mustang's gut, it was a wonder how it didn't poke out the other side. The way Mia buckled under the German's intimidating strength, how her face contorted in an almost sickly reaction, how her body almost slackened in response to the punching-power it had taken... Cicilia awaited the moment Mia would drop to her knees in defeat, to see those chattering legs collapse out from under her in acknowledgement of her weakness. Cicilia awaited the moment her opponent's strength would fail her completely, leaving her a writhing, empty shell at the boxer's feet. Cicilia expected this girl to fall with one, well-placed blow as many others have in the past...

...But that moment would never come.

Either because Mia was actually some-kind of durable or she simply was overriding her body's protocols with sheer-willpower, Mia would step back... ONLY TO THROW HERSELF FORWARD at Cicilia, using the torque of her retreat to only increase the speed of her charge... and RAM her shoulder DEEP into the boxer's stomach in response!

"OOOOFHH!" Cicilia grunted as Mia SHOVED her back hard, nearly taking her completely off her feet as she continued to bull-rush in a direction, seeming not to care where they were going! Mia's recklessness along with her surprising power had taken the boxer by surprise yet again, displaying the errors in Cicilia's own defense... while exposing the strengths in her opponent's offense! With a MIGHTY blow, Mia would SPEAR Cicilia HARD into the turnbuckle, forcing the German to emit another GAG of pain as shoulder nearly met spine, crashing it between both bone and pole! Saliva burst from the boxer's lips as she was left shakily standing in the corner, huffing and puffing heavily, her sanguine eyes aflame... but dulled somewhat, almost as if the impact had blunted the edge within their gaze!

"Damn.... it..."

It wasn’t that long into the match so far, but Mia felt like she had walked a quite long and varied path, and experienced very different kind of feelings while it happened. At first the Mustand was feeling scared and inadequate, despair taking over her as it looked like as she was facing someone known as the Juggernaut there was nothing she could do against her. Every hit coming from Cicilia felt like a truck just hit Mia, and nothing the Mustang could do seemed to damage her. Hopelessness was sinking in as Mia was accepting her fate.

But then came a burst of self-confidence. Mia realized that no matter how strong or resilient Cicilia could be, in the end she was human like her, and even if her character looked ruthless and threatening, she wasn’t invincible or impervious to damage. She could make Cicilia relent in pain, and knowing that helped the American overcome her fears. With renewed resolve, she went at the Juggernaut giving her best, and it worked. Where Cicilia first stood menacing and imposing now there was just another rival, a tough one for sure, but it felt different now. Before Cicilia’s hits had a physical and a psychological impact on Mia, now she had found her center and the German’s hits were hard, yes, but she was able to take some. Retaliation was in order, and Mia was just starting her comeback.

Her first hits landed properly on Cicilia, sending her the message that Mia was frightened no more. Now the Mustang was going to pose a real threat for her. Seeking to regain that terror the Juggernaut went for a vicious hit on the Mustang’s stomach, but she only relented a little bit. In fact, Mia used that momentum to throw a devastating spear at Cicilia. It worked. With a deaf thud Mia’s shoulder impacted on her rival’s midsection, sending her towards the corner in a dazed state.

That was just what Mia needed to reassure herself. The look on Cicilia’s eyes had dulled a little bit, as if the Juggernaut herself had realized her pose as a total imposing threat was gone now that Mia believed in victory again. Cicilia’s sanguine eyes didn’t look that terrifying anymore. Wanting to keep this good streak going, Mia would get a hold on her rival, moving her from the corner she was stuck against and repositioning her closer to the center of the ring. Then, Mia would use a burst of strength to lift Cicilia and crash her on her side against the mat in a sidewalk slam. Up until that moment they had only brawled, and that was Cicilia’s area of expertise. Some throws were in order to keep softening the Juggernaut

Cicilia's breathlessness would keep the flame burning in her belly from growing ever stronger, allowing Mia to regain the upper hand with her significant second wind! As if infected with the boxer's anger, the mustang would DIG her fingers into Cicilia's scalp, grabbing a fist-full of the German's jet-black hair and WRENCH her towards the center of the ring like a poorly treated animal, the boxer lead along on this home-made leash like a beast that refused to cooperate. Her hands reflexively shot up to GRAB at Mia's, nails biting into her flesh as viciously as the teeth of an starving dog... as well as the strength of such an animal as well. Once her momentum is stopped, it took some time for the Boxer to find her rhythm again, an obvious flaw to any fighter not born and bread with the ability to adapt to any situation. No doubt her sister was watching now, smiling with a perverse, sickening grin of pleasure, those ugly eyes of hers just all aflutter with the rays of her dark sun. Even as the boxer was WRENCHED about like a stubborn bull at the end of a rope, she couldn't help but scan the crowd quickly, looking for that sinister woman with whom she shared her blood, her own bubbling in her veins as her eyes latched upon faces... almost sensing that damned soul among them. For split seconds at a time, she had thought she had spotted that face among the sea, a rage equivalent to that which pollutes the seventh circle coming and going inside. She could feel it... Elfrida's stench polluting the air... If she could just...

*BAM!*

Cicilia's spine would crack into the ground in a revengeful sidewalk slam, the boxer letting out a low groan as she connected with the floor! Arcs of hot pain FLASHED up her spine followed by a wave of weakness, her eyes clenching tightly closed in frustration.... She had allowed this woman to get her hands on her... She LET Mia get close with her lack of attentiveness! That's what this all boiled down to... Her mistakes... It wasn't because Mia was actually GOOD... because she was frail as a plank of wood and as dextrous as a spider without legs but, even so, she could hit hard enough to punish Cicilia for letting her hit her.