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When the thug's fist did connect with the sculpted abdomen of America's Sweetheart, the results were much different.

"Pfft." Daisy Democracy scoffed at the hoodlum known as Art Karragn. "That was supposed to hurt?"

She smirked and put her hands on her hips, while scoffing at the would-be tough guy.

"What!" The thug looked at his fist and at the superheroine he had been sent to defeat. "This isn't possible."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Daisy grinned and then held her hands to her belly, bending and writhing while twisting her facial expressions into all types of different displays of agony and pain. "Oh nooo, my belly, punched by a hired goon with an IQ below 40. Oh, ow, aggh, unnh, what will I ever do!" She stopped the act and went right back to standing in her power pose, legs shoulder width apart, fists planted firmly on her hips, chin high, chest out. "Was that better, big boy?"

"You arrogant...!" The fiend charged at her. And got about three steps before a Democratic Right Cross smashed across his jaw and dropped him to the pavement.

Daisy giggled and stepped over the fallen hitman for hire, strolling through the alley and back towards the public view, where several onlookers began to applaud.

Daisy smiled, spread her arms and did a pirouette on her right toes and giggled at the applause. America's Sweetheart had once again captured the love and admiration of all the good citizens of Trinity Point.

While seated in an unmarked sedan (because for some reason, bad guys love to be in sedans), two agents from the AI Triumvirate watched the heroine on their smart phones.

"Didn't even phase her." One said. "The same blow that sank the AI simulated Daisy to her knees. Didn't even leave a mark on the real one."

"We will need to reevaluate the power gauntlets," his partner said. "And reprogram the AI simulator. It looks like Daisy Democracy has put on more muscle than when we started the simulations. We'll need to upgrade our practice runs. Before we send another test subject out to face the real one."

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DaisyPierce2000 is America's Sweetheart Daisy Democracy

Description
continued from:

When the thug's fist did connect with the sculpted abdomen of America's Sweetheart, the results were much different.

"Pfft." Daisy Democracy scoffed at the hoodlum known as Art Karragn. "That was supposed to hurt?"

She smirked and put her hands on her hips, while scoffing at the would-be tough guy.

"What!" The thug looked at his fist and at the superheroine he had been sent to defeat. "This isn't possible."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Daisy grinned and then held her hands to her belly, bending and writhing while twisting her facial expressions into all types of different displays of agony and pain. "Oh nooo, my belly, punched by a hired goon with an IQ below 40. Oh, ow, aggh, unnh, what will I ever do!" She stopped the act and went right back to standing in her power pose, legs shoulder width apart, fists planted firmly on her hips, chin high, chest out. "Was that better, big boy?"

"You arrogant...!" The fiend charged at her. And got about three steps before a Democratic Right Cross smashed across his jaw and dropped him to the pavement.

Daisy giggled and stepped over the fallen hitman for hire, strolling through the alley and back towards the public view, where several onlookers began to applaud.

Daisy smiled, spread her arms and did a pirouette on her right toes and giggled at the applause. America's Sweetheart had once again captured the love and admiration of all the good citizens of Trinity Point.

While seated in an unmarked sedan (because for some reason, bad guys love to be in sedans), two agents from the AI Triumvirate watched the heroine on their smart phones.

"Didn't even phase her." One said. "The same blow that sank the AI simulated Daisy to her knees. Didn't even leave a mark on the real one."

"We will need to reevaluate the power gauntlets," his partner said. "And reprogram the AI simulator. It looks like Daisy Democracy has put on more muscle than when we started the simulations. We'll need to upgrade our practice runs. Before we send another test subject out to face the real one."

TO BE CONTINUED

DaisyPierce2000 is America's Sweetheart Daisy Democracy