Julia Knight vs. Cicilia 'The Juggernaught'

Backing up as the girl closed in and tried to catch her unaware Julia saw that Cicilia didn't back away from her in the slightest instead she tried to chase her and kept moving in closer and closer as she swung at her with malicious intent. Julia gasped as she tried to block and protect herself from the barrage of punches as the girl stayed on her like glue. Gasping her arms came up like she was taught to and tried to prevent herself from being knocked out by the girls fists. Some punches caught her chest and her stomach as she backed up more and more.

Growling she tried to fire back, using her techniques that she was taught to the best of her knowledge as she tried to stay on her feet and work towards an exit. She was likely to get her head knocked off retreating the ring so instead she needed to force her way out as she threw some quick jabs at the girls chest or face if she could actually connect, though it did open her to some punches that she had little choice in taking.

Cicilia's wall of fists (as she'd so dubbed it) pushed the woman back with surprising ease, the redhead able to deflect most of her hits but then they weren't meant to put her down anyway. Pushing her back was her main purpose and it seemed to be working rather swimmingly. That was... until it wasn't. The girl stopped trying to deflect her blows and instead attempted to push her way through. More specifically... PUNCH her way through. The two of them traded jabs back and forth, back and forth, neither one of them losing any more ground to the other. Cicilia grunted with discomfort as the woman's fists smacked into her cheek and chest, her knuckles digging into her breasts a tad...

This pain was very... frustrating... Jabs weren't enough to put Cicilia on the defensive, that was for certain, but there was definitely enough pain to distract her from her task at hand. Her efforts weren't going unrewarded, however as her own fists struck where she intended as well, almost like a mirror-trade-off of punches that Cicilia eventually fell into. The red-head would throw a quick bite at her cheek, she would do the same. Cicilia would throw a jab at the woman's breast, she'd receive one in return. She was really impressed that she was holding up as well as she was, considering how she took those blows at the start of the fight, the German starting to have fun here!

Alright! Warm up over. As fun as it was trading fists like this, she didn't come here to do just that.

"Hnng..." The German grunted before throwing a full power hook to Juilia's chin, hoping to knock the woman RIGHT off balance.

Getting into punch outs seemed to be a recurring thing for her regardless of how much she enjoyed them or not. Though in this case she did feel good holding her own against a girl who had clearly done this pretty long. Though she would never get used to the annoying feeling of punches hitting her ribs and sides the redhead would try and push up and go for something big. Trying to send a low right hook to get opponents gut she opened herself for the devastating punch to her chin that connected.

She couldn't even scream out. Her head shot to the side as she staggered from the power behind it and fell back hitting the ropes as she looked outright confused of her surroundings again, had it not been for the ropes she would have fallen out of the rings. "Nggghhh." Shaking her head Julia tried to make sure her guard was up still if anything to avoid taking a shot like that to the face.

Her punch shot forward, shredding into it's target, but the result of their punch out left the boxer without any kind of defense to hamper the efforts of the red-head's counter blow. Julia's fist dug into Cicilia's stomach, forcing a groan from the boxer, doubling over slightly as her opponent stumbled back, supporting herself with the ropes. On impulse, one hand shot to her gut as if that would make the pain lessen in any way, her fingers softly rubbing the severely tender spot through but one eye, the other clamped shut to somehow cope with the pain. For a couple seconds, she was hesitant to even MOVE with how deeply that punch cut... She just.. needed a few...

"Rrrgh... You're real good..." Cicilia grunted, taking a step towards her bloodied opponent. Then another. Pretty soon she was running, her abs SCREAMING at her for more time to recover but there was no time for that! If this girl got the chance to nab a free hit, the results wouldn't be good for her. Not in the short-run anyway. This girl was certainly faster and more experienced than she. The last thing she needed was to get into another submission or combo.

"...But I'm not letting you win!"

As she bore down on her opponent, Cicilia raised her arm up, attempting to clothesline Juilia, give her a nice intimate meeting with the mat. Nice, juicy payback for those head/arm-locks from earlier.

While her head was almost knocked off her neck she was thankfully able to tear into the girls defenses as her punch caught her abs and seemed to stall the big girl. Which once she was laying on the ropes she really needed. The two were on pause after the sudden barrage of punches though while the redhead was eager to rest until her head was clear Cicilia wanted to go all in regardless moving towards her and having her arm out ready to nail her again.

Slamming into her Julia let out a shriek as she was blasted into the ropes, the force behind it sending her up and over as she promptly rolled over the ropes and proceeded to fall onto the floor on the outside, this time without much in terms of choice on how she landed, hitting it backfirst. "Aggkk!"

Cicilia's clothesline worked like a charm, throwing the woman up and over the top rope before sending her falling HARD to the floor. She was actually surprised that worked out as well as it did. She expected some kind of retaliation like... a counter-clothesline or something equally vicious but no... She just took it. Hard. Well... Whatever worked she supposed. With her opponent flopped out on the ground, this provided a very nice opportunity to get in some hits. She had to press this advantage while she still had it!

1! The Announcer counted.

She would slip out under the bottom of the ring and drop down the floor where Julia lay, reaching down to grab her by her shoulders and force her back upright. From there, she would move to nab the poor red-head by the back of her neck and throw her hard against the side of the ring in an effort to work on that torso and keep Julia on the defensive. Should all these things come to pass as intended, the boxer would whirl her opponent around to face her before slamming her forearm into her cheek to keep that head of her rocked.

Trying to recover longer didn't really pan out as she had hoped. Though she knew she could do some damage it didn't do her much good to take that hit straight up when trying to move out of the way or duck would have been better off. Worse while the ref was counting Cicila wasn't about to stop because she was out of the ring this time. Moving in and trying to pull her up before promptly chucking her towards the ring. Causing the redhead to bump into it chest first.

Wheezing he laid on the corner for a second before being turned around as the big girl was pretty much locked in attack mode, throwing a forearm towards her face that Julia couldn't exactly answer in her state. "Ggghhh.." Julia growled as her head was knocked around by the blow her hands coming up and trying to push on the girl for space.

Julia must've been taking a real pounding as, like before, she was helpless against the boxer's various blows.She threw the woman HARD against the edge of the arena before whirling her around and giving her opponent a good taste of her forearm. Julia's head jerked hard to the side, taking the hit a lot worse than Cicila expected, her only real response was to shove her away as the ref shouted...

2!...

3!...

The shove was decent, she supposed, forcing Cicilia back a good couple steps but Cicilia was hardly the kind of girl to give space to those that asked for it in these matches. After all, she was still running high on her energy reserves after taking.. what... a few punches for a couple seconds and a couple locks for less than that? Yeah, she could afford to be a little liberal with her offense. The German advanced once her footing had found itself again, moving as fast as her slugger stance would carry her. She gave the girl a freebee earlier on in this match. If she wanted a rest, she was going to have to earn it by laying Cicilia out.

If she was able to draw within arms reach, Cicilia would go in swinging hook after hook, a good majority of them aimed right at the woman's head as if it had a nice red/white target painted upon it's face. She wanted to rip into this woman while she lay against the edge of the ring, beat her bloody senseless and leave her out here to suffer the rest of the count in peace...

Whether or not that plan came to fruition though... the strain of exertion was finally hitting the juggernaut.

4!...

5!...

With the ref counting them out Julia was more or less just trying to survive in this current situation as Cicilia moved in once again. Her arms came up as the girl was out to punch her head off and who knows what else. Still her head was a bit clearer and she knew enough to know that this was a bad spot but it was a spot she could get off. As the ref counted away and looked ready to seal the fate of the match of they didnt return to the ring Julia tried to block the punches as well as possible before lowering herself after one particular swing and trying to get in closer.

Since moving away didnt seem to work going forward would have to do as Julia tried to send a punch to Cicilia's belly and hopefully get the girl to slow down in her pursuit before trying to throw another punch to add onto this and try and rattle or at least stun the big girl.

Julia had mounted an admirable defense against her onslaught if a feeble one, able to deflect or take her punches with her arms as the Boxer just kept on pounding her into the side of the arena. Each punch grew stronger and faster than the last like a train beginning to pull away from it's station, the whistle of her fists cutting the air signalling that the PAIN TRAIN WAS-A COMIN'! Steady momentum was required for the boxer to even use this half-finished technique, however and that required Julia stay right where she was: defensive, helpless, stationary. If she remained that way then the train would throw her broken body all along the outside of the ring...

It wasn't to be, however, not just yet as Julia snuck out a punch from out under her nose, striking the juggernaut RIGHT into her abs, cutting surprisingly deep. Cicilia gasped, shocked before another fist cut into her cheek, throwing the Boxer's head hard to the side, stopping her assault and forcing her back a few steps.

"...Ow...."

6!

Okay... this wasn't working... She couldn't execute this plan yet if at all. Julia wasn't the kind to crumble so easily... GOOD! The fact she was getting some kind of resistance made her smile. This was getting fun... while her head started to throb. Her chest rising and falling lightly, Cicilia glanced from her red-headed rival to the ring, signaling they should probably get back inside. No need to be cruel and try to throw her in. This fight was still in her hands if by a lesser margin. The German would stagger over to the ropes, ignoring her opponent for now, rolling under the bottom rope before slowly climbing to her feet. Those punches must've hit deeper than she thought... She could feel her muscles knotting...