This Party Just Got Interesting: (Cicilia Vs Party Hard)

"Rrrrrrgh! Stand still!" Cicilia hissed as each of her attacks went wide of their targets. As she raised her knee to strike the blonde, the girl fell back like some kind of bridge and making her attack go high. Her sanguine eyes widened as she saw what the girl was going for just in time, raising her arms to protect her chest and chin, leaning back just as those boots came up, scraping her arms. Cicilia retreated a step or two as did the blonde, the girl beginning to circle her. Cicilia noticed that she'd gotten what she wanted. She was in the center... but then the girls were on the outside of the arena... Like before, Cicilia hadn't lost track of her two opponents, especially the brunette just hanging out on the ropes. It seemed her wish was a mistake after all.

Okay... this clearly wasn't working. It seemed her little "secret weapon" wasn't suited for this kind of match, at least not on it's own. With two hungry sharks circling her, Making her way for the center would only give one of them the opportunity to strike her after evading the other. She had to give the blonde credit though... She wouldn't have caught it were it not for her circling. She would never have thought to check her surroundings and make sure where was safe to step.

Cicilia retreated further back to the corner the two had tried to box (heh... puns) her into, her stance shifting. She stopped bouncing on her feet, taking a more solid, grounded one. Her arms tensed as strength flowed through them instead of speed and agility, her eyes steeling as the true juggernaut rose to the surface.

Slugger Stance

The two girls were in front of her now, one to her left and one to her right, making it easy to keep track of both. If the Brunette came at her this time to attempt her little suplex pin (albeit from the front), The girl would be met with a sudden brick-smashing straight at her jaw as she approached, hopefully sending her sprawling. The Blonde...? She would appear to hang back (unless she did something different), content to watch her partner do all the work... Cicilia was starting to see what they were about now. One was a slugger like she was now (the brunette), and the other was a swarmer (the blonde), but each covered for the other... Speed and Strength...  Defense and Attack ... Agility and Durability...

The Blonde's attacks must've been weaker to make up for all that speed, but she made up for that weakness by comboing with her partner... her first attack supported this... The Brunette took after Cicilia's own heart, rushing in like a tank and using her superior strength to overwhelm an opponent, but her technique and speed were lesser than her partner.... her first attack supported this as well...

Hm... It was like the Boxer was facing both of her boxing styles at once but if they had much more wrestling experience. Cicilia took back what she thought before... These vlogers were not to be taken lightly...

Belle had surrendered the charge with the element of surprise lost, coming to a premature halt. The slightly taller woman tilted her head to the side, snorting softly as she eyed Cicilia. "Feeling a little less brave, hero?" She snickered, fingers flexing  as she held up her arms in a ready stance.

"Um... pretty sure we're the heroes here Belle. She's like... a dragon or something. We have to slay her." She eyed Cicilia up and down before reconsidering. "Maybe a bear. A decent sized bear." She folded her arms, eyes narrowed into a squint as she examined Cicilia very very hard. She tapped her lips lightly with a finger.

"Okay, sure, whatever. Bear, dragon, whatever..."

"Lets just stick to the bear, it's less confusing."

Belle groaned, pressing her palm to her face, letting t drag down along her features. She had apparently had enough of idle banter and was slowly starting to inch in on Cicilia. Her legs spread to solidify her stance, arms raised at the ready to intercept a blow or grab for the woman.  Kaylee on the other hand let the two do there thing as she walked her way back to her phone. She took a quick picture of Cicilia, talking as she typed. "Bear, dragon or... other. Voting lasts... ten minutes. And done." She forwarded the poll to her twitter. "I'm getting to the bottom of this!" She called to the two. It was very important after all. Her fans were always more than willing to help decide points of contention for her. They were the best!

Belle inclined her head to Cicilia in a direct challenge. "You probability think we roll together because we need to.  I'm about to show you how it really is... I owe you one." She took a moment to pat her abdomen where she had been punched. "Lets go twinkle toes."

"You want to talk brave?" Cicilia countered, slamming her padded fists together. "Somebody's a hypocrite. "

The two girls seemed far to into their little banter for the boxer's taste, musing whether she was a Bear or dragon or... something... She had no idea what was going on, but now was the time for some kind of one-liner, something that would get her title out there.

"Wrong. I'm a Juggernaut."

Heh... Saying that felt GOOD... She'd chosen that title because it fit so well with hr slugger fighting style. It was just a wrestling name but now... It almost felt rallying. Apparently a bit of the crowd agreed as cheers rang out all around the arena, enough to make the boxer's heart swell with pride...

The Brunette would step up to the boxer not long after, challenging her to their little sub-fight away from her partner. What... Was that punch not enough for her to get she couldn't win without her little back-up dancer? Was she really that determined to lose? Cicilia stepped up to the challenge, a judgemental frown upon her lips.

"Yeah. I think you're weak. If it took one punch to send you to the ropes, I feel BAD about what's going to happen to you now. I hope your girl-friend is good with a camera because I want her to catch this." Heh... twinkle-toes... How little she knew... Cicilia was feeling rather confident about how this match was going for her now. She was actively dividing herself from her team member and for what? To prove a point? Well... She really was like her... And she was going to lose anyway.

"I'm actually really good with a camera." She chirped up from the corner, though neither girl seemed to be paying her much mind. She might as well have been in an entirely different building.

Belle started in on Cicilia. She couldn't be sure, but they seemed a similiar size, and she hadn't done much in the way of anything outside of punching. Keeping her outside of arms length. She could do that. Granted, Belle's own strength was in her hooks and grapples. She'd improvise. She had don crazier stuns for their channel then fight a sudo-bear woman with rocket punches before. She kept her hands raised defensively, ready to try and redirect blows that came her way. When she got close enough, she made sure to meet the boxer;s gaze before she leaned back, thrusting her foot forward in a big push kick to try and knock the woman back, looking to follow up if she had been hit hard enough to require recovery.

Cicilia and the girl stared each other down, both daring the other to approach and go on the attack. While the boxer stood her ground offensively, the rival woman held her hands up defensively as if expecting a her punches... Hm. Very well... If she wished to just sit there and wait, Cicilia would have to come to her! The boxer rushed forward... only to be met with a swift kick to her stomach. The boxer winced, the girl finally getting a hit off but it was more of a real push than a real damaging strike really. And not a strong one either.

The boxer grunted, taking a step back but no further, solidifying her stance as her hands shot out, aiming to grab the leg that dared strike her. If she succeeded, Cicilia would jerk back, tugging the girl towards her and hopefully throwing her off balance completely, leaving her to the mercy of the boxer.

Should all this succeed, Cicilia would throw a brutal, crushing hook to the girl's liver with her free hand, intent on crushing any and all resistance as the force behind her blow scrambled her insides. She'd focus on her torso for now... It was the most damaged part of her after all.

She had throw her weight into that kick in hopes of running Cicilia down. It was going alright until it didn't come back. Cicilia had managed to grab it. She hopped awkwardly on one foot, eyes narrowed as she was yanked forward. Rather than stumble, she threw herself up off her remaining foot, sweeping it through the air to try and clock Cicilia right in her smug face. The enziguri kick was normally something the crowd would see Kaylee making use of, while Belle tended to prefer straight up brawling. In this case, she was willing to take the chance of hitting the boxer with a sloppy looking kick than deal with whatever she had in store. Hopefully she managed to hit the girl, but regardless her body would twist and she's land face down on the mat, easy pickings if her kick didn't at least daze the other woman.

Kayless watched on from the corner, as mentioned she was taking good pictures... as well as responding to tweets. Truth be told she was being a rather poor cheerleader as she just browsed the internet on her phone. Though when Belle's leg got caught, she had tucked the phone away, starting to move herself over to the two just in case things went wrong for her partner.

Cicilia blinked as the other girl's boot actually struck her right in the side of the head, jarring whatever pride and undue confidence she had conjured... and replacing it with rage. The Juggernaut stumbled a step or two, her head downcast a bit due to the angle of the strike but she did not fall. She was too tough and strong for an attack like that to send her to the canvas. As the brunette hit the ground, the umbra-haired slugger rose once again, a small trail of blood dripping from her lip, her face contorted in intense, searing rage. Her sanguine eyes BURNED with vengeance and this girl's suffering in mind and, she would soon discover... had not been freed by her opponent... at all. She still had control of her leg and now she was face-down due to the nature of her kick. And she'd stay there too.

All that arrogance and been taken away in that moment, all those weakness she'd built up in her over-confidence. Now this woman was going to pay, one move at a time. Cicilia reached down fast and grabbed the other woman's leg without hesitation, grunting as she set each one under her arms, sitting herself down on the girl's back and pulling.

Cicila's expression could only be described as some kind of war-machine, her expression as steel and unmovable as that of a tank, but within those eyes burned a core that would sear all who gazed within. She was going to RIP THIS GIRL'S LEGS OFF and she was going to use her immense strength to do it. No doubt that her comrade would join in the moment her little friend began having a bad time and Cicilia would be ready. If she came in running or flying like with some kind of body slam, Cicilia let go of the brunette and stand at the ready, reaching out with but one hand, attempting to catch this girl by the throat. If this happened, she wouldn't waste time letting her choke, instead using her momentum to choke-slam her right on top of her little challenger friend with all the force she had in her core and arm.

If she could feel the exertion starting to set in, Cicilia might've taken this moment to retreat and compose herself. Anger, however, had a beautiful friend named Adrenaline... and it only made the boxer stronger.

Belle had landed poorly on the mat. Not because she didn't know the move, but because Cicilia still held her leg. She pressed her cheek to the canvas as she gave her leg a solid jerk only to find the other one had been grabbed to then the woman was sitting back on her, putting her in a boston crab A ROUGH one. She let out a scream as her legs were wrenched back, stretching out her back. She planted her forearms and began to drag herself towards the ropes, taking Cicilia along with her. They weren't very far... she could get there.

Whoop! Belle seemed to be in trouble. She made her way over, breaking into a run. Arms pumping she covered the ground in no time flat. As she neared, she threw herself forward, planting her hands on the mat as she did a series of front flips building momentum as she finally reached the pair. Springing up from the last somersault, she wasn't within arm's reach, she was spinning down at Cicilia was an incredibly brutal axe kick, looking to drive her heel down on top of the woman. "Bonk!"

Cicilia smirked as she heard the girl scream within her Boston-Crab vice, the sweet sound of vengeance cutting through the air.

"So. What was that about being able to handle me without your friend?" Cicilia growled, tightening her grip as the brunette desperately clawed for the ropes. "What do you think now?"  Movement back on the other side of the arena forced the boxer to look up, spotting the blonde sprinting her way. Ah... First she was swatted down like a fly by the boxer and now her little friend is coming to save her... She hoped the arrogant little vloger felt a certain shame about all this and that it would spite her for the rest of this match.

To defend herself against the now front-flipping intruder, Cicilia was forced to let the woman go scrambling to the ropes for support, rising herself with her guard up fully. It was rather unnerving the way she just flipped towards her, how unnatural it seemed to move in such a way. It was like watching a spider scuttle along the floor or a snake slither along the ground. It was an alien movement that threw the boxer off a bit, making her recover slower. Just barely in time did she manage to rise, the girl leaping into the air in a giant somersault... Crossing her arms over her head, the boxer attempted to guard against the woman's Axe-kick, gasping in pain as her limb struck her arms. Cicilia did not falter in her stance, but her arms SCREAMED in protest for her reckless action. She would attempt to shove the blond away from her and send her rolling to the mat, the boxer attempting to retreat to the next corner to assess her damage.

As Kaylee can whipping through the are her heel made solid contact with Cicilia's crossed arms. "Got you!"She was grinning from ear to ear.... and laughing? She seemed to be enjoying this way more than her counterpart for obvious reasons. As the boxer throw up her arms, she arched her back to flip the other way. "Whoa~!" As managed to land on her boots with a wobble before striking an Olympic gymnast pose, arms raised after sticking the landing. Ten points! The blond was proving to be incredibly hard to shake as she was already hot on Cicilia's trail. It was almost unreal to see this cutesy girl in a costume like this be so relentlessly hounding her. Going to the corner? No problem!

"Hey! We're not done yet~!" She dashed after Cicilia head, it looked like she was going to bum rush her! Suddenly she break off, arms outstretched as she dove for the ropes. Grasping the top and middle rope she hurled herself between the two of them, swinging herself temporarily outside of the ring before boomeranging back, legs swinging inside to spear themselves against Cicilia's midsection. The boxer may have thought putting her back to the ropes would help, not against this little dynamo it wouldn't. Attacking in obscure ways and odd angles were her thing!

Belle clutched her back as she rolled away from where the Cicilia and Kaylee had gone, taking the time to recover. Red faced in most anger and embarrassment she pounded the mat with a fist as she started the slow stagger to get to her feet again. Her legs felt like bricks and her back cried out in agony. She couldn't just let this woman get off scott free after humiliating her like this, could she? She stumbled towards the nearest rope to hold herself upright while watching the other two from afar while she recuperated. "Get her Kaylee..."