The German Juggernaut vs The Russian Body Builder

Cicilia struck the unknown contender hard in the cheek, sending her topping into the turnbuckle of the Gym's ring as if she were nothing but an ant. This poor, ignorant girl thought to challenge her after a bit of attitude she received and now she was paying for it... hard. Cicilia wasted no time capitalizing on her opponent's shattered guard, slipping up to her and applying a brutal series of hooks and straights, leaving the poor woman withered and broken. She was larger than Cicilia easily, at least 6 feet, but she had none of the strength or the endurance to compete with the smaller boxer. As if to say "You don't tell me how to speak", Cicilia slammed a lights-out uppercut to the woman's gut, causing her to spit out her mouth-piece in a way that was nothing less than graphic. From there, she fell to the floor, defeated while the german panzer didn't even break a sweat.

"Pathetic." She rumbled, glaring down at the woman as she meekly slipped out of the ring. "Don't challenge me again until your skills are actually decent." Her tone was as serrated and edged as a combat blade, her glare as forceful as her punches. Underestimation... That was this woman's first mistake, thinking that just because Cicilia was smaller, she was weaker and that cost that woman her health. Good. Maybe she'd learn to stay out of her way next time.

Cicilia sat in the blue corner after that pathetic excuse for a fight, giving a soft swig from her bottle as she undid her hair-tie, letting her umbra hair flow free down her shoulders. There was a small crowd gathered around the ring, cheering for her success but that was all meaningless... She didn't care about their approval. She fought this girl to make a point and that woman deserved every hit she got. These guys...? They were just here for entertainment and they'd get the same if they crossed her too. Luckily for them, no one was stepping up to take the place as challenger yet anyway. Or so it seemed.

Elena was just walking into this new gym when she noticed a crowd gathered around the small ring, and as she walks closer she can see a brunette teasing her defeated opponent, and actually being quite rude. People are cheering and clearly making fun of the taller fighter that got defeated. As that latter is slowly recovering, she seems really sad and embarassed as many are mocking her now, and it starts to get Elena a bit angry to see that scene.

Ok you somehow won that match! But that doesn't authorize you to humiliate her like that! The Russian bodybuilder yells, while standing tall, making her looking even more impressive as she already is, standing here at 6'5" and 180lbs or pure muscular strength, as she is wearing a green sports bra, revealing her impressive arm muscles.

As soon as Elena said something, everyone in the crowd shut up and stared at her, as she is clearly oversizing everyone here. The defeated fighter, who is now getting back slowly onto her feet is looking at Elena with thanksful eyes.

Feeling empowered by the situation, the Russian fighter then step into the ring, standing in front of Cicilia, looking down at her

Cicilia frowned as someone from the crowd actually ran to the battered woman's defense, claiming that she had no "authority" to berate her for her stupidity. She was large, far bigger in both height and girth than the last one, and this one actually seemed certain of herself. The German tank rose from her seat, intimidated by the boxer of unusual size, her anger from the last bout dulling all other emotions. The Crowd grew quiet as the taller woman made her declaration in her green sports bra, slipping into the ring and squaring right up with Cicilia.

Yeah... she was tall... But she was making the same mistake as the last person, coming in here all arrogant, thinking she stands more of a chance than she did. She glared right back up at the towering woman, already contemplating how to dismantle her. The woman's strength showed, that much was not in question, and her obviously superior weight would make it much harder to go toe-to-toe with... She might actually have a rival here...

The German slammed her blue-gloved fists together challengingly, letting out a huff.

"Yeah? Go step into the red corner... We'll see if I do."

There it was, the formal challenge. Granted, this probably wasn't in Cicilia's best interest, considering the other woman had weight, height and range on her side and no doubt she could take as much as Cicilia could if not more with all that muscle padding, but she wouldn't back down... not from this woman when she barged into something that had nothing to do with her.

"Think you're good enough to take me on? That's what that girl thought too."

Elena took a stance in that situation and step into the ring. There was no reaction at first, as she was staring at her smaller opponent, but then the German woman quickly regained her composure and slammed her gloved fists, while then moving up to the blue corner, challenging her to a match.

The russian boxer didn't hesitate much and put her gloves into her fists, and then went into position in the red corner, staring at her opponent while getting on her guard, her fists up to her face "Alright! Are you ready?" She asks!

When the match would start, Elena would try to quickly move up toward her opponent, immediatly starting with an offensive strategy, as she would then attempt to land her left fist into Cicilia's face, and would then attempt to land a right jab just after that if that first move was successful

Cicilia didn't say a word as her large-as-hell opponent stepped into the ring, geared herself up and asked if she was ready. She didn't need to. All she had to do was raise her own arms in the typical boxing stance and await the ring of the bell...

The moment it did, the two boxers charged each-other, meeting in the center of the ring where the larger woman take the first couple of swings, A left jab at her cheek followed by a right hook. Cicilia ducked past the first punch, letting it sail by her cheek and if the hook still came, she'd block it, raising her arms as the fist crashed into her, actually shaking her guard.

Ugh... She's so strong... Cicilia thought, feeling the ache where the amazon-esk woman's fist struck. She's almost as strong as me...

Without wasting a second to counter, Cicilia stepped in close where the woman's longer range would have difficulty reaching, striking with a swift uppercut at the woman's stomach, intending to slip under her guard and give the woman a taste of her own medicine. Whether or not the attack hit, Cicilia would fall into an offensive rush of punches: Jab, straight, hook, straight, jab, uppercut... all intended to crush through the woman's guard and shove her into The juggernaut's favorite place: The turnbuckle. Granted, she sacrificed some of her defense for this offense, but it had always been worth it, ending fights before Cicilia actually  had to try.

(Slugger Stance X3)