Isabella meets The Juggernaut

Isabella opens the gym door and looks around. It was packed. It was full of people training, from lifting weights, to running on treadmills. She could see that they were all working hard in the gym, just from how exhausted they all looked.

She decided to walk slowly into the gym, still looking around. She was surprised as to how large it was, it was much larger than any of the gym she used to go to. The sheer size of the gym, and the amount of people hard at work was making Isabella nervous. She felt out of place in the gym. This was her first time in the AFW gym, and she felt like a nobody in the gym.

She continued walking down the gym, looking at all of the equipment placed around the gym. To her left she saw a couple weights, that being dumbbells, and barbells. They were occupied by women who seemed to be much stronger than her. In fact, Isabella probably wouldn't even be able to lift even half as much as what some of the other women were lifting. On her right she sees a couple treadmills, and exercise bikes, which were also occupied.

She treaded deeper into the gym, seeing more equipment that didn't interest her, from punching bags, to pull up bars, until she finally came across a ring. The ring caught her eye, and as soon as she saw the ring, she decided to head straight towards it.

When she got to it, she realised that it was already occupied. Inside of it, two people were already battling it out, in what seemed to be a boxing match. The woman with the black hair, and red eyes seemed to have the advantage over her opponent, and so Isabella decided to stand by the ring, and watch the match.

Cicilia had been boxing this woman for the past several minutes, actually feeling rather bad for the poor sap. She came up here like most did, talking a big game and trying to bring the German down a peg for her attitude only to be met with a crippling onslaught. She wasn't even sure if this girl knew how to fight with how easily she was being tossed around. A jab sent her stumbling back, a hook to her sliver ended up crippling her, an uppercut laid her out and yet she kept getting back up. It really was the saddest thing fight she's ever fought, just trying to do enough damage to take her out, not ruin her forever. Eventually though, after several knock downs, the woman fell for good at Cicilia's feet, left kneeling and heaving after suffering an unapologetic uppercut to her gut. She was done. End of story.

"Get out of my ring." Cicilia huffed, going back to her corner and leaning up against it. She crossed her arms as she glared down at her failed challenger, her sanguine eyes cutting away the rest of that failing bravado. "And take your pathetic skills with you. Don't challenge me again until you can fight." Her words were harsh, jagged like serrated glass blades cutting into her ego. The woman limply rolled out of the ring and into the crowd, the rest of them looking somewhat downtrodden that she would treat her challengers this way. Why wouldn't she? She was here to clear her mind on the bag, not stomp on these stupid, thoughtless challenges! She would even decline them but her fighter's pride demanded she take them up... and so these matches happen... and so the Juggernaut keeps racking up these meaningless victories.

The boxer let out a sigh, allowing her anger and frustration to subside a tiny bit, taking a short break before he headed back to the bag. Why was it that everyone that walked in here had such a large chip on their shoulder? They didn't have to be stupid champions of justice or... whatever they thought they were. If they just left her alone, they wouldn't have to deal with her attitude... and they wouldn't have to get their pride and bodies smashed.

Isabella watched as the black-haired girl knocked down her opponent repeatedly, each time harder than the last. It was painful to watch. It was like she was in a class of her own. She continued watching the black-haired girl beat the living hell out of her opponent, until her opponent simply stopped getting up. She was finally done for. Isabella was slightly pleased to see her give up; the woman had no chance of winning. She watched as the black haired girl walked over to her corner, her face wearing an angry demeanor. She listened, as the black-haired girl yelled at the girl telling her to get out of her ring, and watched as the wounded challenger limped away in defeat. Isabella was impressed with the black-haired girl's skill, but despite this, she hated the way she treated her opponent. Isabella, despite her serious nature, would never even think to disrespect any of her opponent's the way the black-haired woman did.

Isabella stood there, looking at the black-haired women, who was now leaning against her corner with her arms crossed. The black-haired girl who she had just watched mercilessly beat up someone in the ring had a look that just angered Isabella. "So, she thinks she can just disrespect someone like that, and get away with it?" Isabella mumbled to herself. She was shaking with anger now. All she wanted to do was fight the girl, and she wanted to do it now. As she continued looking at the girl, she continued getting angrier, and angrier, until she decided to jump up on the apron and yell at the girl "HEY YOU!" She continued staring at the black-haired girl, waiting for a response.

Cicilia's gaze shot over to the invading voice, her eyes burning with anger at the one who dared challenge her in this manner. Another one...? MY GOD how many of these stupid, idiotic women were there in this damned place? See, this was why she always came here at night because these idiots were all sleeping off their concussions. She didn't have to deal with their self-righteous attitudes whenever the received a less-than-warm welcome. And what did they expect? Howdy-do's and crumpets? What they were getting were broken jaws and black eyes and yet the kept coming.

"The hell do you want, blonde?" Cicilia spoke sharply, slipping off her blue boxing gloves. This woman knew not what hellbeast she invoked with her tone. The last woman that dared talk to her in this way got knocked-the-hell-out, another angry midget casualty in the line or wrestling. This woman looked like the kind of spoiled rich-kids that came out of families like her own, falling right in line with the steriotype of being blonde, frail-looking, pleasant featured... She could feel her fingers around her throat already. T'was a fantasy she had often with these stupid-woman types. The arrogant girl stood on the outside of the ropes, taunting a true monster just outside of it's territory. What a fool. And she knew she'd enter it too... She seemed to fall under the dumb-blonde stereotype.

"You better back off now. Weaklings like you are normally spared my full strength. Keep talking and you won't be."

Isabella stood on the apron, listening to what the black haired girl had to say. She watched the black-haired women take off her gloves, with both of the women giving each other an intense stare, with the others who are crowding the ring intrigued by this newcomer. Some of them wanted to tell Isabella what she was getting into, but they were too afraid. They've seen the countless people who have tried fighting the black-haired girl, and none of them have been victorious in their attempts. Out of everyone standing around the ring, not a single person had any hope of Isabella defeating the black-haired girl if they had a fight right now, but that didn't bother Isabella.

As soon as the black-haired girl stopped speaking Isabella snapped back with "How about you watch your mouth, before I knock your teeth down your throat." Isabella was not the kind of woman that would allow herself to be talked down to by anybody. She had a strong sense of pride. She wanted to step into that ring and teach the black-haired lady a lesson or two. She infuriated her; her disrespectful tone, and the words she chose made Isabella want to step in that ring, and teach her a lesson. "You do not know who you're messing with, and you don't seem to be doing anything, so how about, I step into that ring and show you?" And with that, Isabella decided to challenge the black-haired girl to a fight. The crowd was in shock, but not a single one uttered a word, and more importantly, not a single one tried to stop Isabella. They just watched as these two women stared back at each other, each of them wanting to destroy the other.

Cicilia smirked as the woman threw her insults right back at her, if more visceral ones than the boxer had offered. Step into the ring and fight her? Why, she was going to say that herself! This girl was nothing short of adorable, trying to be intimidating with a temper that matched hers. One would think being challenged and disrespected like this would make her rage burst to life... but it was actually rather funny.

"Somehow, I don't think you'll be able to take one punch." She held up a finger, emphasizing her point. "Look at you, so scrawny and pathetic. I fought a girl like you once, but she was a midget, not a weakling. I ended that match with one hit. One hit was all it took to take her down and she was made of much tougher stuff." Cicilia looked the woman over and frowned, disappointed with what she saw. She was just another one of these chip-shouldered wack-jobs that didn't like being talked down too. She was going to have to give Sayumi a call, let her know she was changing gyms after this.

"If you think you can stand up to me, by all means. I'll crush you." The boxer pushed herself from her corner staring down the girl and waiting for her to enter the arena. "Or... if you're smart, you'll leave me alone and I'll forget we had this... chat. I won't cave your head in on the turnbuckle and you can go about doing... whatever you were doing."

"So what's it gonna be?" She smashed her fist into her open palm challengingly. "Get crushed or back off?"

Isabella watched the boxer, both of the women giving the other an intense stare, until suddenly the black-haired girl smiled. Isabella listened to the girl's response, her face twitching a little when she heard the girl call her 'scrawny and pathetic'. Isabella thought of herself as many things, and pathetic wasn't one of them. Pathetic was a word she thought of as being reserved for women below her, women who don't put as much effort into their profession as Isabella did, and hearing the black-haired girl call her this infuriated Isabella even more, if that was even possible. The black-haired girl continued speaking, talking about how she dealt with another opponent, but that didn't interest Isabella; all that was going through her head was the insult thrown at her. "She thinks I'm pathetic?" she thought. Insults really get under Isabella's skin. She holds herself to such a high degree that any little insult thrown at her makes her think that she needs to teach the other a thing or two.

After a short time of the girl looking up and down Isabella's body, the black-haired girl continued talking, throwing threats at Isabella. Isabella listened closely, not phased by her threats of defeating her. Isabella, despite already seeing first hand what the boxer was capable of, still thought the boxer had no chance against her. She knew her opponent was stronger than her, and she's already had some experience with fighting a stronger opponent. She was soon invited into the ring by the boxer, who accepted her challenge, and threatened to crush her in the ring. She narrowed her eyes at the red-eyed girl, and then she smiled. "Heh, when I'm done with you, you won't even know what hit you." And with that, Isabella entered the ring, and walks towards the corner furthest away from the black-haired lady.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just shut up and fight." Cicilia retorted flatly. Without her gloves, her punches would fee like piercing daggers on impact, true unhampered weapons of destruction. The unknown challenger slipped into the ring, eyeing the german up before slinking back to the opposite corner. What, they weren't doing this right now? She wanted to wait for the bell? Ugh... She didn't have time for this...

Well apparently she did because Cicilia waited for the bell to chime before stepping out of her corner, raising her hands in the typical right-handed orthadox boxing stance. She'd go to the center and wait for the other woman to approach, letting her have the first attack so she could open up with a game-ending counter. She didn't think this chick had much to offer in terms of strength but she did indeed expect speed. Scrawny little girls like her always were light on their feet. She had her guard raised and stance solidified, practically lowering herself into her slow-moving take stance, ready to meet whatever attacks might be thrown at her.

(Slugger Stance)

Isabella leaned against the corner, waiting for the bell to sound, her eyes never leaving the boxer. Isabella was still smiling, she knew she had a speed advantage over her opponent, and so she needed to make sure she didn't get hit by the boxer. She knew that her speed advantage, and her kicks were the only way that she could win. As soon as the bell sounded, she pulled herself off of the corner, and got ready. Isabella was looking forward to this fight. Despite her opponent seeing Isabella as just being a nuisance, Isabella saw this as a way of proving to everyone that she can make it in AFW.

Before taking a single step towards her opponent, Isabella watched as the boxer approached the center of the ring, taking a stance similar to the one she used in the last fight that she had. From what she saw in the last fight, she knew her stance was geared towards sacrificing speed for power. Isabella knew she had to be cautious, and so she approached the girl rather slowly, expecting her to try and catch her off guard with a punch, but she never did. The boxer wanted Isabella to make the first move. And with that, Isabella decided to ready herself, taking a classic muay thai stance, before making her first move. Isabella stepped in with her left foot, rotating her hips, then extending her right leg in an attempt to deliver a leg kick, kicking her opponent in the thigh. Isabella wanted to get her opponent off of their feet. She knew it would be harder for her opponent to deliver a full power blow on her if she wasn't standing.

Cicilia gritted her teeth and winced as the girl's leg slammed into her thigh, an aching sting shooting out from her leg. That HURT! It didn't do more than that but GEEZ it hurt a LOT more than she was expecting it too. The german had CLEARLY been underestimating what exactly this chick was capable of...

Well the boxer had barely even gotten started yet! With the girl's leg still outstretched, Cicilia broke into a quick run, reaching down to scoop the woman's attacking leg in her arm and push her back onto the ground. If she was prone, then she wasn't going to be kicking as hard either. If this succeeded, Cicilia's superior strength would force the woman to the canvas, crashing her to the ground. The German would then raise her boot and stomp it HARD on her knee-cap, attempting to take out that leg. Not break it! Cicilia wasn't so cruel, but she would hit it hard enough that it would be EXTREMELY painful to put weight on it.

If this didn't work, however, the boxer would keep her guard raised, keeping herself as light on her feet as possible in order to avoid direct contact with another one of those stinging kicks. Sluggers weren't known for their agility, but Cicilia would try to smash that steriotype anyway.