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

The Blonde's voice was becoming more and more aggravating by the second and it was taking all of Cicilia's patience not to punch with the intent to kill. Her peppy, cocky attitude was deserving of a good crushing, yet her elusive, flexible nature made it nearly impossible to score a natural blow... if she was careful. That arrogance, though would prove to be her undoing if Cicilia's plan came to fruition and so far... it seemed to be going that way.

The German was mad, but she wasn't stupid. She was a weapon of battle, not a mindless beast. She had an idea of what this woman would do based on all she's displayed so far and she was going to use that knowledge to break her into little tiny pieces... Cicilia stumbled over in the direction of the corner, as before, moving along at her slow-esk pace as if she were in her slugger stance. What she was hiding, though... was that she'd already swapped her strength for her speed and was just pretending to be slower than she really was to lull Kaylee into a false sense of security. This girl seemed comfortable in her current untouched status... A failing that would cost her dearly.

Swarmer Stance

Never take your eyes off your opponent... The boxer whispered, her eyes and ears making notes of the blonde's position and movement/speed, preparing herself for a crippling counter. suddenly, the girl would slip around the middle-ropes swinging around and throwing her legs out at Cicilia's stomach, attempting to run her through with her feet like the point of a spear....

Perfect!

Cicilia dodged hard to the side, the feet grazing her side and leaving a nasty red mark but that wouldn't even be considered damage to the boxer. Like this, the girl would take an exceptional amount of time to recover herself, even if she still clung to those ropes. Now? she was going to choke the smile off that damned petty face. The moment she was out of a perceivable range that would deliver real damage, Cicilia charged in faster than before, moving at speeds average boxers would have trouble even detecting before it was too late... She reached out with a hand like a beast's claw, attempting to grab the blonde's throat as she retracted her legs (or slipped by if she let go of the ropes during her spear-attempt).

Slugger Stance

If she succeeded, the girl would feel the force of a monster bearing down on her wind-pipe with only one hand. The Juggernaut raised her into the air a good couple inches off the ground before throwing her HARD to the ground neck-first in an absolutely merciless choke-slam, hopefully taking all that cutesy confidence and pathetic endearment and blowing it all away.

"I've had enough of you." Cicilia would snarl, glaring down at blonde girl with disgust and burning anger.

She only clipped the girl, which was a shame. After swinging from the outside to in with her attack, she released the ropes, intent to keep moving. Hit and run was her usual style of things after all. Cicilia's hand snatched her from mid run causing her to jerk to a sudden stop. Eyes wide she looked to the crazed boxer knowing this wouldn't be good. She was not about to let it happen though.

At the very least Cicilia had succeeded in quieting her past a few grasping coughs.

Her hands snapped up, clasping hold of Cicilia's arm. While her strength worked for her in holding Kaylee and choking her, it worked against her in that powerful and solid outstretched arm provided her something to pull up on. As Cicilia raised her up, she hopped off the ground to shoot her legs up to wrap around the boxer's powerful arm. She couldn't break free but...

She was a good hundred pounds and change clinging to the boxer's outstretched arm. Enough to hopefully play havock with the woman's center of gravity. As Cicilia aimed to slam her to the mat, she threw back her weight into the momentum of the slam, trying to flip the boxer on to her back using her own raw power against her.

Belle had finally recovered enough to enter the fray again, she made her way slowly to the two, taking things easy on her legs while she worked the feeling back into them. Needless to say, just as Cicilia wasn't a fan of them, Belle wasn't very fond of her either. She threw back her head, clearing hair from her face as she trudged to the pair, fingers clenching into fists.

Indeed, the blonde's climbing up her arm did throw off her gravity... but it was a sad SAD mistake that she thought she could throw her to the ground from here.

"RRRRGH!" Cicilia growled, stomping hard forward, lowering her center of gravity as the girl attempted to throw her, rooting herself to the floor of the ring. Her teeth were bared in a snarl. She was hunched over, her arm literally weighing a hundred pounds with the woman attached too it... but she didn't let go of her throat... She wouldn't let this stranglehold go... She still stood, glaring down at this extra mass, reaching out with her other arm to grab the woman's shoulder.

"RRRRRRRRRAGAAAAAH!"

With Cicilia's muscles tensing to the extreme, and her already aching arms crying for release, the boxer actually raised her attacker over her head relatively quickly, grunting and breathing through her teeth like a rabid beast. With a similar roar she'd slam the blond back down to the mat with all her might, making her PAY for being such an inconvenience with a black-out hammer-like slam. Such a blow would send a ripple like a bomb going off throughout the stadium, Cicilia's beastial strength being shown once more assuming she succeeded.

Then there was the other one...

Cicilia, with a grunt would rip her hand away from the blonde assuming everything done went according to plan. She'd glare down the brunnette with a silent, crushing rage, the pain in her body clouding her mind to reason and rational thought. If she thought she hit hard before... Enraged like this she was going to knock that stupid little head of her RIGHT off.

Right

Bloody

Off.

Kaylee threw her weight back to try and throw Cicilia... and tried again... and again. She wasn't budging The hand around her thought was only tightening. She winced as she was choking her air, desperately giving up her attempt to throw the woman and just struggling to break free at this point. As she was brought up, she closed her eyes expecting the worst. She received just that as she slammed into the mat so hard, with such a sicking thud, the audience in attendance gasped collectively and went silent. Did Cicilia just murder their beloved internet sensation?!

Kaylee hit the mat hard enough to not only rattle her teeth, but her entire being. She could swear for just a moment she blacked out. Her eyelids half raised as she lay sprawled out on the mat, she wasn't moving at all. The official actually ran over to check on her, asking if she was alright and shining a small pen light into her eyes. Upon being asked if she could still compete she nodded meekly rasping out. "Yeah..."

As Belle closed in, she put up her fists, hunching her shoulders as she inched in. She was trying her best to stay light on her feet, but she felt a bit sluggish from the dull ache still present. Still, she had other mobility options and she was going to take them. She was starting to think this woman was less of a bear and more of a dragon as they mentioned before. This was crazy, this woman was crazy. She couldn't even go check on Kaylee who looked like a broken doll on the ground. She breathed angrily through her nose as thoughts of beating this woman into the dirt swarmed her mind. Seeing the boxer manhandle her... best friend like that, it made something click in her mind. While ordinarily serious when it came to competition, Belle blew past that and broke new ground into some violent undercurrent pulsing through her veins.

Cicilia was a monster. A literal rabid animal they had been put into this ring with. It wasn't about winning now, or the sport of it. It was about surviving, and slaying this woman in the ring. She didn't have any more witty banter or cutesy gestures to give. She intended to speak with her fists from here on out and treat this woman as the threat she was proving to be.

Cicilia's slam took out the blonde, slippery woman with gusto, the look on her face as she impacted with the canvas making it all worth while. Served her right for making this match as hard as it was with her stupid combination tactics and speedy footwork. Now she was done and she wasn't getting up for the rest of this match. And so... She turned to the brunette, she who was easily the third-wheel of this entire fight. She had been tossed around so hard, single hits sending her to the ropes to recover constantly. Cicilia didn't fear her... she'd be easy to end just like her friend.

The boxer saw a slight reflection of herself in the woman's expression or... at least... her rage. The woman inched over her way, hands fists raised as if mocking the german's stance. What... Did she think mimicry would help her? What was this, some kind of cartoon? Matching her stance wouldn't give her any of her abilities. What a stupid fool.

Cicilia raised her own hands, her guard somewhat looser to make striking easier. She too inched in on her challenger, taking her time to reach her. She savored the anticipation of a war-of-attrition, just slugging it out until one of them fell. At least that was the German's intention. She didn't intend to guard at all.

The boxer was free to think whatever she wanted about Belle style. While not a traditional boxer like the woman across from her, she knew her way around the sport and what it had to offer. She was a brawler first and grappler second. Fighting had been with her longer than wrestling, she even learned a good deal at a young age as part of her character on Coming Together.  While she wasn't as powerful as Cicilia shot for shot, she was by no means weak. Each strike or throw had real impact behind them.

Belle shuffled in on Cicilia, shifting her footing with each step, approaching with the cover of putting forward her shoulder and a raised arm to protect herself each time as she alternated. Striking this woman in the head seemed pointless. Her skull was as thick as she seemed no doubt, as she had so far shrugged almost everything off. Regardless of how big or strong you were, there was something you needed to operate. Air. Breathing was one of the most important aspects of a long fight, and she was looking to make that incredibly difficult for the boxer. She came in with a sudden right hook towards the woman's stomach, firing off an immediate right after that. Regardless if she landed either blow, she would throw her shoulder forward, trying to check the woman's guard open before winding a fist at her hip and sending a bolo punch up at Cicilia's chin

While the brunette approached, swapping her stance with every step like some retarded monkey who barely understood the concept of walking, Cicilia advanced like a normal, every day juggernaut, her stance as staunch as the iron that inspired her, her movements slow but deliberate. There was one essential thing it took to fight in this arena, one thing someone needed to fight in a functioning manner: Thoughts. It took the ability to think, to calculate moves that made someone a threat in the ring... And so The boxer would crush her pretty little head...

The german let the other woman's strike hit her stomach, grunting in pain, feeling a bit of her air escape her lungs but, as with all seemingly stupid ideas, there was a reason to this madness... She was now close and one of her arms was currently occupied, cutting her guard. Cicilia swung her fist around in her own hook aimed at the lower part of the girl's jaw in a counter, almost as if she intended to behead her with her punch. The swing was mostly upper-body, her arms still recovering from that axe-kick and that drop she preformed on the blonde... There wasn't strength in them yet.

Somehow, if this punch wouldn't stop her dead, the brunette would charge forward, her shoulder striking against her chest brutally.

"UGH...." She coughed, another good bit of air forced out of her but... like before, Cicilia wasn't taking these hits for stupid reasons. The boxer's hand shot forward, attempting to grab Belle's throat like she did her friend, but instead of trying to slam her (seeing how futile that attempt would be currently), She would slam a punishing uppercut at her stomach, attempting to rip every last bit of air out of her lungs. Should this succeed, Cicilia would then cock her head back, slamming her forehead into Belle's own, the shock and pain would send ugly white-noise throughout the boxer's brain, stalling all thoughts... even vision for a couple moments. If this somehow went through... then Cicilia would recover, if only barely lucid, blood running down her forehead from the impact as she cocked her right fist back... focusing her power into her arm.

Anyone that knew Cicilia would guess, her finishing move was on the way, her strength building and stacking on top of itself while he other arm remained raised in front of her in a feeble guard. She was hoping that her headbutt knocked enough sense out of her opponent to keep her dazed for a long enough time to get all the strength she need.

"Train wrecker..." Cicilia growled, her voice LOUD AND BOOMING in her own ears. It hurt... Her brain was aching, her stance was shaky... a sign of a concussion.

"PUNCH!" Her fist rocketed towards the opponent, a blinding straight headed right towards the woman's nose, all the might she could muster hammered into that one blow.

Belle's fist collided with Cicilia's stomach, and it felt good to finally get a shot on the woman. She was fighting back though, that was fine. When she approached in on her, the entire purpose of her side guard was to limit what there was to hit, it hadn't mattered one of her arms were not guarding as that one was tucked back behind her after the first swing. her advancing shoulder and vertical arm were there to guard her advance, and they did, somewhat. She swung her forearm into Cicilia's hook to catch her elbow on the inside, cutting off her intended follow through. The hook itself still managed to land, but not nearly as devastating as it had intended to be. Her head snapped back, thankful her shoulder check following right after bought her a moment.

As she rolled her arm, preparing to throw a bolo punch she found her through grabbed through her guard, pulled forward into Cicilia's uppercut. She bent forward, wide eyed, a scream unable to escape with no air to project it. The boxer's skull cracked violently against hers, reeling her back, though she somehow stayed grounded, swaying. There was a patch of blood on her head... was it hers or Cicilia's? Her arms dipped a bit as she stared on in shock. Blankly she looked on as Cicilia drew back her fist, shouting into the arena...

In the movies or a video game, this would have been the moment Cicilia obliterated Belle, punched her so hard she would have exploded into a fine red mist. In the real world... announcing your big attack was not actually as smart as one might think. It had been the thing that snapped her out of her stupor. It was the thing that just gave her a fighting chance.

Belle threw her weight to the side, gasping for air as she ducked right under the punch that would have ended her night. Her eyes narrowed as they bore a hole into Cicilia's already cracked skull. The boxer's arm was outstretched from her supposed finishing blow, her guard was open. Belle threw her weight forward and up, sending his fist at the bulls eye target that was Cicilia's chin. She let out a rasped primal yell, choking on what little breath she had managed to suck in at that moment. She needed this to hit, for herself. She wanted this to hit, for Kaylee.

Cicilia's punch went wide as did her eyes, completely thrown off by this unlikely event. So thrown off, in fact, she didn't feel the woman's fist slam into her jaw until she was laid out on the canvas, laid out and stunned. She moaned and tried to raise her bleeding skull, finding that suddenly, she weighed more than a damn ton! That punch, that damned sucker-punch stole just about all the stamina Cicilia had left in her and now she was struggling to just raise her head!? SHE WAS THE DAMNED JUGGERNAUT FOR GOD'S SAKE!

... Not right now, apparently... The boxer struggled and twitched but her body wouldn't obey her. Her mind SHOT with white-noise every time she tried to raise her head, wooziness slithering down into her stomach with every attempt to get up...

"Mother f---- Ugh...." Cicilia hissed, trying to push herself FREE of these crippling chains of exhaustion as they bound ever tighter. That adrenaline rush she was feeling? Worn out. Her arms weren't in much of a state to support her either as the remains of that axe-kick and throw still lingered... Everything burned... and what didn't felt like it was being crushed.

"God dammit..." Cicilia sighed as her body just gave out on her, not even struggling any more against ALL COMMANDS. "Fuck... I'm going to lose to god-damned Vlogers...? Just kill me..."

Belle had throw her fist almost to the sky, reaching out as far as she could. She had visualized it, Cicilia's head and the sensation of not only punching her, but through her. She stared in wide eyed shock as the juggernaut finally fell. Her arm shook as she retracted the punch, knuckles hued a deep red, likely bruised now. She dropped down to her knees beside Cicilia, gasping for air. She blinked furiously as a small trickle of blood had made it's way to one of her eyes. She wanted to say something smug or smart... She really couldn't think of anything. It really didn't matter.

She slumped forward draping herself over Cicilia in a makeshift pin attempt. She just wanted to go home and take a shower, maybe curl up in bed. This had been so taxing... So frightening, she wanted it to be done now.

The official slipped up beside them, slapping the mat.

"...1!..."

She could hear Cicilia complaining about her... About them. Did they really garner no respect after everything they had done, even now? Something told her she should be proud, but she just felt better. How many other detractors did they have? Kaylee took all of this stuff with bigger strides. Belle tended to ignore it or in the odd occasion, meet it with force. She had done the latter here. Nothing changed.