Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs Shane August

RULES:
Normal match
Win Conditions: 10 second knockout, Pin, Submission.



Cicilia's theme: Last One Standing

Spoiler:

The Juggernaut exited backstage as the announcer called her name, her music blasting out for all the people to hear. Ever since her debut in that hentai match with Sayumi, the boxer had gained a following, even a website dedicated to her and her ONE match. How did she find out...? Ever been bored one night and decided to google yourself to see what pops up? Yeah... that. The crowd cheered her name as she stepped out into the forefront, deciding to be nice and hold up a closed fist for the spectators to see... She was opening up a little bit at a time, allowing herself to enjoy the praise... To those who didn't know her though, the boxer was just as hard-faced as ever.

Not her in this outfit lol

Spoiler:

She walked down the ramp, glancing to her left and right at those who cheered her name and title, wondering what she'd done to earn their praise. Her first fight was a loss. Maybe they wanted to see her win...? The boxer reached out and bumped knuckles with the spectators as she passed, letting them know just how this was gonna go down...

With her winning.

Slipping into the ring without a word, Cicilia waited for her opponent to reveal herself, ready to face whatever unfortunate loser skipped down her isle.

Shane:

Though Cicilia's introduction had ended there was still supposed to be a few minutes before her opponents started, such a delay was not in the interests of said opponent however, and far before her music even started and she had been properly announced, Shane just walked out onto the ramp as cocky as ever, microphone in hand, clearly having taken it from somewhere which she shouldn't have. "This is the best bitch they could put me up against? Seriously? I mean I obviously would win no matter who they put me up against, but this? This is just sad." She mocked at full volume while strolling down to the ring, her hands, legs and head being the only parts of her which were properly covered, the rest of her being completely on display due to the nature of her transparent attire.

"Tell you what bitch, you go ahead and roll over, and I'll just pin you right now, saves me the five minutes it would take to wipe the floor with you, and saves a lot of pain for you." Shane continued to relentlessly taunt with an insulting smile whilst climbing up into the ring, starting things off by walking uncomfortably close to her soon to be opponent. "Unless you want to try something, but looking at you up close, mmm. I wouldn't recommend it." She finally finished off, tossing the expensive microphone backwards without a care in the world, unflinching, daring Cicilia to act.

Cicilia raised an eyebrow as her short, practically naked opponent strolled out of her side of the arena, complaining about how she should've gotten a better opponent for her first match. Really...? She was complaining...? Here Cicilia was, fighting a midget over half a foot shorter than she, coming out with hardly ANYTHING on with a mike she must've taken and she was talking shit with it. Really....? She was complaining...?

Cicilia cracked her knuckles as her opponent strutted up to the stage, telling her to just roll over now and save them both the trouble. Did she honestly expect that offer to go over well or was she just being a cocky, half-brained idiot? She truly didn't know the terror she was up against or she wouldn't be speaking all high and mighty. Despite everything the woman was saying, Cicilia only smiled a sharp, wicked, serrated grin, knowing that she wasn't going to feel bad at all sending her to the hospital.

Slipping into the ring, the tiny little woman stood right up to her, flinging one last childish insult about her appearance before tossing the mike away, the screech caused by it hitting the floor nearly deafening all around it... Just another reason to rip her head off. She stood toe-to-toe with the boxer, staring up at her as if waiting for some kind of come back. She wanted to play that way...? Very well. Gesturing to the announcer to get up here, taking the mic he used to announce their presence for her own use.

"Look at yourself. You're naked, not even 5 feet and you're talking smack on a debut that you're going to lose. I couldn't take you seriously if you had a weapon." Cicilia waited a second, letting that sink in. "I look down on people like you. Literally."

Unlike the short-stack-of-crap that just hurled her mic away, Cicilia handed it back to it's owner with a nod before turning back to face her opponent, suddenly raising her knee, slamming it into her rib/stomach area. It wasn't that hard of a hit, just enough to push the slut away a good couple feet or so and give the boxer enough room to breath without taking in her stench.

With that shove, the match began, Cicilia raising her hands in the right-handed orthadox stance.

"Think you can beat me, half-pint? Come prove it."

It should have been apparent to everybody viewing at this point that Shane wasn't the nicest of girls at the best of times, you could have done absolutely nothing to wrong her and she would treat you like you were worth less than the dirt which collects underneath her boots. So when you did actually give her a legitimate reason to dislike you by insulting her or something along those lines, that's when you started to have a real problem on your hands. A very real, potentially dangerous, problem.

With every second that Cicilia dared to stand so close to her and insult her Shane's facial expression only seemed to fall more and more into anger, already starting off at annoyed and rapidly turning into teeth grindingly pissed off. Who did this worthless worm think she was taking so many jabs at Shane's height?! Sure she might not have been that tall but that didn't make her any less of a badass! It just wouldn't be possible to spread so much talent over such a large amount of super sexy female figure!

Making matters worse and further poking the lion as it were, before Shane had a chance to start snarling more insults back she received a sharp knee to the area around her stomach! Nothing spectacular by any means but the mere suddenness of the impact alone was enough to send her shorter form tumbling backwards a few steps, creating some distance between the two fighters and giving Shane the opportunity to shoot Cicilia the deadliest gaze imaginable, if looks could kill this wouldn't have killed, this look would have killed, resurrected, and killed again.

"Grraaah!!! I'LL RIP YOU IN TWO YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!" Shane roared like a wild animal the second her opponents challenge had been truly issued, the smaller competitor wasting absolutely no time before throwing herself at Cicilia with as much strength and speed as she could muster, her foe soon to find out that her language and choice of attire weren't the only dirty things about her style of wrestling.

Once she got close enough the unfair fighter would rapidly collect the unpleasant mixture from that back of her throat and spit it directly at the face of her foe, looking to angel it up so that she might be able to pass over her block and knock her in at least one of her eyes. If her less than lady like strategy was successful or not however did not matter, either way she would run directly into the boxer, no strategy, no real move, just an enraged bull mascaraing as a rude young fighter.

What. An idiot.

A fighter doesn't run right a boxer, especially a slugger like Cicilia, not without a plan anyway. And yet... here she was, facing down the angriest midget to grace the stereotype, seething like a rabid animal and only half as smart.

"You're not going to do ANYTHING." She retorted sharply, cocking her right fist ever so slightly back, barely noticeable from the perception of a charging bull. To the boxer, though, she could feel her strength pool in that arm. Her left toughened in anticipation, held out in front of her like a shield case the girl threw an attack before she was ready, all this culminating in a certain signature move this poor, worthless woman was walking into. Her Stance was solid, her guard, iron, a deadly weapon counting down to the rabid creature's destruction.

...Train-Wrecker...

Cicilia grumbled to herself, quoting the name of her attack in a way only she could hear. What...? it sounded cool! Plus, it'd make the moment when her fist slammed into her opponent's face all the sweeter.

As she prepared for, the midget did attempt an attack, though it wasn't any punch or kick. With her defenses kicking in, Cicili's guard moved to intercept the disgusting spit, her forearm catching most of it, though a bit splattered on either side of her face below her eyes.

"UGH!" The The boxer growled, disgusted... How unfortunate for Shane. Getting Cicilia angry was the last thing you wanted from her when she was in the ring... and OH boy was she ever.

One could see the tensing in Cicilia's right arm, the muscle becoming extra prominent... it was time...

...PUUUUNCH!

With a speed thought unthinkable for a slugger, Cicilia's fist rocketed towards the charging woman, aiming to tag her right in the center of her stupid, callow face, stopping her charge dead and wrecking her.  Most likely, no matter how durable and tough she was, Cicilia couldn't see this NOT laying the woman out flat, especially with her little midget charge running right into her fist.

Unfortunately for Shane sensible strategy had never much been her forte, the closest thing which could even come close to a consist strategy with her would be something along the lines of, 'I'm going run at them and make them hurt.' And even then that might be giving her a tab much credit. Nevertheless nobody could ever call her out on being inconsistent at the very least, even if she was technically just consistently being a reckless idiot.

With her disgusting spit based attack somewhat hitting it's mark Shane felt a wave of enthusiasm wash over her! With Cicilia distracted she would be able to run her over no problem, she was sure of it! Then it was only a matter of time before she beat her into a crying mess and had her eating all of her previously height based insults! Nothing would be sweeter! It would be brilliant! It would be perfection! It would be...

THUNK!

Just like that Shane's world had been sent spinning, one huge punch from her opponent and she hadn't even made any attempt to dodge it, far from it, she had actually assisted in destroying herself by running directly into the attack at full speed, lending her own momentum to push against the huge force which was Cicilia's so called Train-Wrecker, a very appropriate name for a punch of this magnitude, the smaller wrestler having the pleasure of experiencing it first-hand!

Oddly enough on impact Shane didn't topple right away, instead she instantly whipped around in an almost comedic fashion, remaining standing on shaky legs for a moment before deciding that she wanted to try and take a step forward, at which point she just collapsed onto her front with a canvas shaking smack! Luckily for her reputation she hadn't been knocked out clean from a single punch, but she most definitely wouldn't be moving of her own accord for the next couple of moments, not until the stars had cleared from above her head.

The shot rang out throughout the entire arena like a gunshot, the short little woman spinning a whole 180 before collapsing to the ground, done. It wasn't as instantaneous as the boxer wanted but hey... she was down. Grimacing, Cicilia, wiped the spit from beneath her eyes with her thumb, then that on her arm with her other hand, glaring down at the vulgar woman with disgust. So... All she could do was just talk trash after all, huh? What a pathetic bitch.

She held her fist high, the one that struck down the angry midget in just one punch, showing to the crowd a true weapon in this ring... And they loved it.

Cheers erupted throughout the stands, chants dedicated to her name, the crowd just eating up the fact that this newcomer was just... smashed utterly and completely in just one move. Sure, it wasn't anywhere close to the CAREFULLY AND PAINFULLY estimated time the producers scheduled for her, but at least they had more time to waste now.

The boxer actually smiled, feeling quite content with how brutally she set her down... Unlike with how she struck Sayumi in their hentai match, watching the girl spin like a top before collapsing felt absolutely great. The boxer walked back to her corner, leaned up against the turnbuckle and crossed her arms, watching her opponent for any notable movement.

"You can go ahead and count now." Cicilia said, nodding to the completely flattened girl. "She's not getting up."

The German's words snapped the man out of his own shock, starting to do his job at the Boxer's behest.

1...

2...

9...

10!!!

The Crowd roared so loud that Cicilia flinched in surprise, taken off guard by their volume and enthusiasm... Heh... Her first ever win done in one punch... The boxer watched as the official went to attend to the poor, KO'ed woman before slipping out of the ring herself with the widest smile on her face.

"That felt great..."