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

The German's eyes shot wide with shock as Tracer shot forward like a flash, slipping RIGHT past her guard and slamming her heel right into Cicilia's knee! She growled with pain, somehow keeping her leg from collapsing under the sudden, unexpected strike, her eyes darting around to keep up with the woman as she dashed about the stage.

Too slow... Cicilia muttered under her breath, keeping careful track of the speedy woman. Damn it! She was so fast! Cicilia wouldn't be able to match that speed even in her Swarmer stance most likely! She was like a humming bird zipping around a bear, taking careful, precise pecks at her weakspots in order to weaken her! It was fighting styles like these that pissed her OFF! Not because she didn't respect the strategy, mind you, but because it was so difficult for someone as direct as her to counter!

I'll show her 'too slow...

With Tracer zipping all around her, Cicilia would've been a fool to try and follow her. There was no WAY she'd be able to close that distance unless she decided to herself or if she was careless and strayed too close to the ropes. Cicilia instead waited for her to come in for a strike... before LASHING OUT with a devistating straight to her cheek, hopefully enough to put a dead stop to her cursed zipping. Or, if she made her move from behind, Cicilia would whirl around with a ripping backhand.

Lena saw the fist coming, ducking under the punch with all the agility she had at her disposal! Rebounding off the ropes, she leaped forward, catching Cicilia in a brutal spear!!!!! The brit took her down with a crash, hooking up a leg for the pin!

"Now stay down cutie!" she teased, as she began the count!

"One.....two..!"

Cicilia didn't expect Lena to see her punch coming, especially since she was already coming in for another move. Her fist sailed RIGHT over the woman's head as she slipped right past! The German only had enough time to turn around and face her opponent before her shoulder crashed into her abs with an intimidating amount of force, taking Cicilia RIGHT off her feet with a full on spear! Cicilia lay sprawled out on the mat, blinking a few stars out of her eyes as she tried to figure out what just happened, staring up at the brit as she adjusted herself to go for a pin. In fact, this girl might've managed to get that full 3 count were it not for her mistake in calling her cute...

1!

Cicilia's eyes focused as she glared up at the woman who hooked her leg, her sanguine eyes burning holes in the back of her head. She just called her cute... Nobody EVER called her that! ...With one exception of course. Anyone who was dumb enough to call Cicilia De'Reignhardt cute was officially signing their own hospital bills! The German's anger flared and her muscles began to tense, ripping RIGHT out of that hold as soon as Tracer had uttered out "2". This wasn't over by a LONG shot! Stay-down her arsenal.

Cicilia's arm would reach out quickly as she pushed herself into an upright position, hooking her arms under Lena's own in a full-nelson hold. She rose to her feet, dragging the quicker woman with her should she manage to connect her grip, suddenly arching back with flexibility Cicilia ever showed! She threw her captive back, slamming Tracer's neck into the mat with as much force as she inflicted with her spear if not more, a nice bit of payback. Should all this come to pass... Cicilia would attempt to pin Lena like this, pushing her over so that she lay face-up, the German just laying her chest across hers.

"Stay down, 'cutie'." She mimicked roughly. "One... Two..."

Tracer yelped as she was thrown off Cicilia, the count broken at two. But before she could escape, she felt her arms being wrenched up in a full nelson! Lena bucked and struggled, but cried out when her body was lifted back in a dragon suplex, smashing her neck into the canvas!

The impact shook the ring, flipping Tracer back onto her knees. Her body swayed for a moment before slumping onto the mat. Cicilia flipped over her limp body, covering her for the pin, but Tracer managed to kick out at 2!

"Tougher than you look..." Cicilia observed as the woman kicked right out of her pin. "But are you tough enough...?" Cicilia would roll off the brit, rising to her knees before reaching down to take the woman's throat in her hand. If she managed to get a grip, she'd wrench the woman up into an upright position as she rose to her feet, taking her opponent with her. Punches were always at their most effective when you stood tall, after all. Poor girl didn't seem to like that drop very much... Oh well. She doubted she'd enjoy Cicilia's specialty more.

If the Juggernaut managed to take Tracer to her feet, she'd withdraw her hand only to exchange it with a punch to the woman's jaw, slow and strong like a glacier. She wouldn't stop there though, dodge or not. She'd follow up with a quick flurry of punches, much lighter than those she was known for as she had to sacrifice strength for speed. She intended to force the poor woman back and back and back some more, to keep her on the back foot until she'd managed to force the speedy woman into a corner. If she attempted to duck out of the way of her blows, Cicilia would shift in her direction to intercept, attempting to cut off her escape with with a powerful hook.

She wanted to make this woman's use of speed as utterly fruitless as all possible. She wanted to give her the least amount of room to maneuver and force her to play on HER terms: She'd have to push right on through if she couldn't squirm her way out.

This was the part of the program where things started to fall apart for Lena. The moment that hand wrapped around her throat, she knew she was in a LOT of trouble. The brit choked, her body being DRAGGED to her feet only to become a punching bag for Cicilia. With each hit to her jaw, her head snapped this way and that. With each gut shot, spit flew from her mouth.

It didn't take long for her body to be driven into the corner, Lena tried to make her escape, only to be met with a powerful hook that knocked her into the corner, arms draped over the top rope to hold herself up.

Cicilia's punches did their job without a hitch, forcing the brit into her little corner with minimal resistance. Poor Tracer didn't even try to mount a defense, each one of the German's punches sending her reeling until there was nowhere left for her to go. She halted her advance as her opponent hung limply from the top ropes, using them as support to keep herself upright. It was actually kinda sad how badly she had taken her punches... She kept forgetting that not everyone was in her field when it came to toughness... Something she needed to work on to be sure. Letting out a heavy sigh, the boxer advanced again, throwing an uppercut aimed at Tracer's stomach. What the woman would find if this hit was that Cicilia had taken a GOOD bit of her might out of the equation. Ending it sooner rather than later may have been a better decision once she had a moment or two to think about it... It'd be less painful for them both to be sure but then... where would all the fun be?

If her uppercut managed to land the way she wanted, Cicilia would back off slowly to the center of the ring a moment after, allowing Tracer as much time as she needed to get her bearings. The punch itself was more uncomfortable than painful, a sign of sorts indicating how things would be from now on. She wanted to drag this out, get that fight she was promised.

The German would crack her knuckles and shift into a looser version of her old stance, lightly bobbing on the balls of her feet as her arms lowered just a tad.

SWARMER STANCE

Cicilia would smile and gesture for the wrestler to meet her in the middle for round two.

"That can't be all you have." She remarked with a (maybe) playful smirk, clenching and unclenching her fingers into fists. "Lets lose the pretense and get serious now, shall we?"

The fight was quickly slipping through Lena's fingers like fine sand through a sieve. Saliva dripped from her open mouth, chest heaving as she hung in the corner. It seemed Cicilia wasn't done either, throwing an uppercut right into her gut. Her eyes snapped open, but no sound came out, all the air leaving her lungs.

The woman fell to her knees, flopping onto the canvas. The boxer was goading her into another round, but she wasn't sure she could LAST that long. Struggling to get back up onto her shaky legs, she stumbled drunkenly over to the boxer, dazed and punch drunk.

"uuunnh..wha...." she groaned.

Cicilia tilted her head as Tracer fell to the mat with a heavy thud from her uppercut, practically out of the fight as it was. The boxer, of course, wasn't just going to let the British woman off that easily. She had just taken a few punches and she was giving up? Not bloody likely! She taunted her a tad to be sure, but her remarks were more meant as words of encouragement more than derogatory language. Drawing out more of Tracer's strength before she fell would no doubt make her a better fighter later! Extend her limits and such.

It seemed to have worked, the poor light-weight rising to her feet, only to reveal she was completely punch-drunk. Poor girl... She probably didn't even know which way was up at this point... The German opened her arms to her actually, allowing Tracer to fall into them in a clinch if she didn't recover before then, wrapping her arms around the girl's back and giving her ample time to rebuild her reserves. Cicilia wasn't even trying and this poor woman was already burnt out... She would've been a bully to keep beating her while she was incapacitated and if there was something she would NEVER be, it was her older sibling Elfrida.

"Take your time..." She offered, gently patting her back, though her body remained somewhat tense, ready in case of a surprise attack. "Get your energy back. We'll continue when you're ready."

No sooner had the suggestion left her mouth, then Lena collapsed into her opponent's arms. Her body was pressed against her opponent's breathing ever so faintly as she felt the hand pat at her back.
Unconsciously, she nuzzled into the crook of Cicilia's neck, "mmmmm you're....cute...luv....."

It didn't register in her mind that dropping the c word was what GOT her into this situation, but she was too beaten to think straight even now. Her body had resigned itself to riding out the punishment.