The Juggernaut vs. Tracer: Speed and Agility vs. Raw Strength

Cicilia growled in frustration as she struggled against her opponent, Actually meeting a rival to her own strength in this forsaken Gym. Ever since Pyrena beat the living christ out of her a few days ago, actually competent people started showing up to fight her! As much as she was enjoying the mindless monotony of batting down worthless challengers, fighting someone she had to try to beat certainly had better perks. The two of them locked in for a test-of-strength hold, the challenger far taller and physically bulkier but the boxer held her ground well. She glared up at her opponent, her sanguine gaze piercing those of her opponent before the boxer quickly stepped to the side, letting go of the woman's hands. The taller fighter was sent stumbling forward in shock, leaving her open for a brutal knee-strike to her gut as she stumbled past.

The woman gasped... the choked as she felt Cicilia's fingers close around her throat, grabbing at her arm as she was slowly lifted into the air, The german's arm bulking with the strain of lifting such a massive person with merely one hand... With a roar of power, the boxer jerked the woman up, then DOWN HARD into the ring with a thundering choke-slam, her Dragon-Slam-Drop putting the woman to BED just like that... It was a valiant struggle, one she had received her own fair-share of licks in but raw power wasn't enough to take out the juggernaut.

As the ten-second knockout timer passed, the woman didn't move, showing how clearly out of it she had been after receiving one of Cicilia's signatures. She didn't blame her. Not many could take it so well as she... The first person she used this move on seemed like she DIED on impact! Luckily that wasn't the case. As the poor woman began to get up, Cicilia offered her a hand, helping the colossal combatant up from the mat. She had some work to do before she'd come close to beating her but it was a fun fight... One she'd look forward to having again. As the woman slipped out of the ring to recover, the german slipped back to her corner, taking a nice long swig from her water-bottle nearby.

"Finally, some real challenges..." Cicilia sighed, shaking her head and wiping her forehead of sweat. "Perhaps I don't need to move gyms after all." She still had some way to go, however, to fix her reputation here... People still feared her with how badly she treated many other combatants... From pounding them into the mat to insulting them afterwords... She had become less hostile since then... It was time to prove it.

Lena herself wasn't having the best of luck recently. It seemed after her PPV debut win against Melody, things were getting worse and worse for the poor Brit! From being sneak attacked by the elusive Widowmaker, to jobbing out hard to powerhouses in the gym, it seemed that Tracer was hitting a rut in her career. Hence why she looked for something, ANYTHING to boost her confidence. Perhaps a win in the gym may be what she needed to get back in the game.

Lena winced, seeing the match in the ring end with a loud bang! The dark haired woman just chokeslammed her opponent into the canvas, not even BOTHERING to pin her! Yikes. Dominant and scary...so of course Tracer was drawn to her. Walking to the ring apron, she gave Cicilia a cheery wave, " 'Ello luv! Great match you had there! Got any..ah...openings for little ol' me?"

Cicilia's gaze flicked over to the new girl headed her way, her thick british accent giving away her location among a substantial group of other women. She was quite thin, having a strange hairstyle to say the least, her brown locks sticking up near the center of her head that made her look like some kind of anime character. Her outfit didn't do much to change that judgement either it seemed, what with her uncomfortably (looking) pants and equally tight tanktop. It looked like she left absolutely nothing to the imagination, earning a bad opinion of her RIGHT off the bat. Even her wrestling outfit didn't to THAT much to show off her figure... She always found those that used a ton of sex-appeal to get attention as contemptible, so much that her fists TINGLED with the temptation to punch. Before, she wouldn't have thought twice about accepting the woman's challenge purely to pound her out of spite... Attention-grubbing creeps like them deserved it was what she thought before...

Now that she had met someone... and fallen so deeply in love with that person who wasn't shy about using her body to get attention... Lets just say she grew a thicker skin. Cicilia looked the girl up and down with a neutral frown before shrugging her shoulders, pushing herself off the corner and waiting for new opponent to enter. She didn't look all that tough... Perhaps this would be a quick match. The Woman complimented her on her match, asking if she could join in. She raised an eyebrow, curious as to why someone like her would want to go after seeing what Cicilia was capable of.

"Sure." She agreed, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck... She could go a few more rounds. Why not? She didn't have to be a jerk. Not to everyone. "Be ready, though. I hit hard."

Tracer tilted her head to the side curiously. The woman seemed to be staring at her outfit. Not the first time honestly that someone pointed out her odd choice. She preferred tight fitting garments when she trained. Not for the purpose of sex appeal, but just because the material didn't restrict her movements.

Chuckling after the warning, Tracer slid into the ring with one smooth motion, easily rolling to her feet, "Hehehe. Don't worry luv. So do I."

Lena began stretching her legs, taking the time to breathe slowly and get into fighting shape. True her LAST spar didn't go to plan, but maybe she could shock this woman with someone who could outpace her, if not match her strength.

Cicilia smiled at her retort, the Boxer slamming her fist into her palm. "Oh good. Come at me then." She'd better be able to keep to her promises because Cicilia wasn't going to hold back... within reason of course. The German would hold up her hands in the grappler's stance, motioning for a lockup so that the two of them could gauge each-other's strength. The German would take the woman's hands in hers, interlocking their fingers in a test-of-strength grapple if she was so inclined to lock-up before unleashing all 5 stars of her might all at once!

If Tracer chose to lock-up with her, Cicilia would work to make her regret it, shoving at the woman in an effort to smash her into the nearest turnbuckle. Overwhelming her opponents was a favorite opening tactic of hers. It helped Cicilia get an idea of who she'll be fighting farther down the road. Were they weak, strong, better grapplers or punchers like hers... She'd get the idea of who they were if or when they tried to escape her grasp...

Tracer had had enough troubles here to know where this was going. Luckily though, she had managed to develop a counter to it. Intertwining her fingers, she gauged Cicilia's strength for herself, and was almost immediately pushed to the turnbuckle pad! The woman wasn't kidding!

Lena had a solution though. All it took was a subtle twist of her footing, using the boxer's momentum against her and SWAPPING their positions! This meant that now Tracer was slamming Cicilia's spine into the pad, adding in a few hard forearms right into her opponent's collarbone for good measure!

Cicilia was surprised by how easy it was to shove Tracer back, a slow burn of disappointment etching through her mind. Tracer had promised a fight and here she was collapsing under the boxer's superior strength. How was she supposed to have fun her her opponent was such a wim-

"Uhhhh!?" Cicilia gasped as her momentum was used against her, her opponent shifting her feet enough so that she could use her opponent's building power to throw her into the turnbuckle. The German grunted as her back slammed into the buckle, her own power striking her HARD... Cicilia had never punched herself, much less in the back but if such a thing were really possible, she assumed this was what it felt like... Her muscles knotted up somewhat back there in protest but her main focus was on the elbows smashing into her breasts.

"RRRGH...." She growled, actually taking something of an offense to the target of her breasts. It wasn't illegal, especially here in the AFW where its celebrated, but Cicilia hardly ever targeted them herself. She saw it as a sign of respect to keep to the original targets... Apparently Tracer didn't feel the same. After taking a good two or three elbows to her breasts, Cicilia's arm shot out with an elbow of her own, hers aimed right at the woman's jaw. Whether or not she succeeded, she'd lash out with her foot soon after, trying to shove her opponent away and give her a bit of breathing space.

Tracer kept at it, smashing her forearm into her collarbone, until Cicilia's response crashed into her jaw. The blow snapped her head to the side, with the follow up kick knocking her back in a roll.

The Brit rolled backward, popping back to her feet. Smirking, she wiped at her mouth, wondering if she had been cut open at her lips from that hit.

"This is gonna be fun." she hissed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Cicilia's blows managed to do as they were intended, sending Tracer rolling back to the mat. She watched with a small smile crawling up on her lips as the woman quickly rolled back to her feet, popping right back up as quickly as she fell, remarking that this was going to be fun... Heh. If she kept getting up like that then yeah... Maybe it would be. The German pushed herself out of the corner, slowly raising her arms in her trade-mark boxing stance, lightly bobbing on the balls of her feet as she got ready to go all out. Only way to REALLY have some fun, now wasn't it?

"Oh...?" Cicilia snickered, tightening her hands into fists. "Could be." Cicilia would begin her advance, slowly but surely towards her opponent. She wanted to be cautious since the woman was so easily able reverse her... Cicilia moved like an armored tank: With the speed of a tortoise and twice it's armor, the juggernaut moved in on her agile foe, trying to back her into a corner with her sheer intensity and presence!

Somehow she suspected that wouldn't work but hey... couldn't blame a girl for trying.

Lena saw the slow approach, and it was the best thing she had seen all day. Crouching low, she sprinted forward, hurtling right at Cicilia. AT the last possible moment, she darted to the right, slipping under her guard and bringing her heel around to slam right into the boxer's knee!

"Too slow luv!" she chirped, dashing around to keep Cicilia on her toes. She just had to keep chipping away at that defense, then perhaps a opportunity would open up.