Cicilia vs Alexia: No Holds Barred,

Cicilia's skull had to be thick if her durability was to mean anything! 9/10 knock out punches were to the jaw so being a tough boxer meant having a strong head... or at least a very durable brain. The German's attack sent the girl slamming HARD into the lockers, seemingly a bit dazed as to what was going on. The second one she landed, sandwiching her skull between the lockers and Cicilia's sent the woman falling to her knees, her blood dribbling out of a cut along her head where she'd been struck. She smiled groggily, glad to see she had a solid advantage... until she felt the cool trickle of blood run down her own forehead and over her eye, knocking that smile right off her face. At least she was still standing right? The frenzied harlequin had been clinging to her suit the entire time they were trading skulls, her attempt to pull herself back up by it loosened the knots around her back that kept it together. Meanwhile, the same seemed to be happening to Alexia as well, Cicilia feeling the tightness of the girls corset decrease the more she tugged on it to get her back to her feet. In fact... Cicilia's top was starting to sag a little from the weight of a fully grown person trying to get leverage, making it clear to the boxer that one good tug might very well rip it off!

Luckily Alexia had gotten to her feet before that happened... or maybe she'd just postponed the inevitable. Before the Juggernaut's senses fully returned to her, Cicilia's head SNAPPED back as her crazed opponent slammed her skull back into hers for revenge, forcing Cicilia stumbling back! With her momentum carrying her away, if Alexia tugged on her top in any way, it very well might just come loose, leaving her entire upperbody exposed! Meanwhile the German hadn't let go of Alexia's corset in the least, gritting her teeth and tugging it towards her so she could throw herself back at her opponent! Perhaps, if it was loose enough, it would come off too, leaving the two fighters already half naked before the entered the ring.

Throwing herself into Cicilia, Alexia staggered to get her balance straight as she wasn't giving her body any sort of time to recover from the brutal exchange of headbutts that had split their foreheads open enough for trickles of blood to drip down their faces, pulling on Cicilia's top to try and make up for that fact as a loud tearing could be heard, ripping open Cicilia's suit and exposing more of her front and especially breasts! Alexia's feet stumbled about as she felt Cicilia pulling on her corset to smack themselves into one another again as more of Alexia's corset became undone as it was practically hanging off of her body and the only reason it wasn't falling off of her was because Cicilia was holding on to it as the two stumbled away from the lockers! With this struggle, them bashing each other's skulls and tearing away at each other's attire's, matched the form of heated struggle that Alexia found the greatest joy in.

She was grateful that Cicilia didn't take long to join in on the fun.

Now that her hands were free as their grip on Cicilia was gone due to her suit ripping, Alexia leaned her face down, right on top of Cicilia's breasts to use it as a form of balance, digging her forehead into her opponent to keep herself balanced. But her hands were not going to just hang there and do nothing. She would grab on to Cicilia's sides, trying to get two handfuls of her opponent before attempting to jerk to the side, trying to fling Cicilia towards the door of the locker room. The locker room was fun, but with literally everywhere being a potential playground for the two of them, Alexia was not going to skip out on trying to sample ever bit that she could!

If she was successful and without balance, Alexia would drop onto her knees as she would splay herself across the bench as she gasped out for air, but her smile never leaving her face as she took a quick breather before attempting to rise up and move after Cicilia!

"Goddamn...." Cicilia cursed as Alexia stumbled away with her, pressing her forehead into the German's breasts for some kind of balance or something. She couldn't help but blush as she felt the woman's face grind into boobs, the juggernaut shifting her hands from the girl's breasts to her shoulders again in an effort to pry her off. She did NOT want any of that this early in the match. In fact, she didn't want any of that at ALL, especially from this psychotic creep! She growled, outraged at her actions, attempting to rip her from her position but Alexia wasn't just going to sit there it seemed! Grabbing her sides, the harlequin hurled Cicilia towards the door to the changing room, knocking the boxer completely off balance! With that throw, however, went her top, the piece falling to the floor much as Alexia's would the the German no longer holding it up!

Barely able to adjust herself in time to avoid further head-trauma, Cicilia shifted herself so that her shoulder slammed into the door instead of herself, the force of her impact SMASHING it open and sending her stumbling to the ground in pain. The fight had spilled out into the backstage, luckily where no one was at in the moment.

"RRRGH!" She growled, an arm draped across her chest both hiding her breasts and nursing at her injured arm. She attempted to rise as the other woman slowly began to make her way towards her, hissing as she stretched out her arm, ignoring the pain. That wouldn't NEARLY be the worst thing either of them did to each-other today... That's for certain...

If she managed to get to her feet in time before the crazed Harlequin closed the distance enough to get to her first, Cicilia would lash out at the woman's face with a powerful fore-arm strike, intent on throwing the woman off balance again!

The loud crash of the door swinging open with Cicilia crashing through rang out as Alexia smiled, leaning against the bench as she pushed herself up as she held her head. Shaking the woozy feeling of the effects of their skull splitting head ramming fight to the best of her ability, Alexia walked towards the now open door as she had her eyes locked on the half naked boxer. The corset was left laying on the floor in the changing room, Alexia having no intentions of wasting time of putting it back on as her breasts were on full display, puffing out with each breath she took as she exited the room and brought the fight fully into the hallways.

With the rising Cicilia on the floor, Alexia stuck her hand out to grab on to that long hair of her opponent as she attempted to pull her back to her feet, the twisted smile still plastered all over her face as she was about to try and slam her fist into Cicilia's face.

However what she got was a forearm instead, smashing into her face unexpectedly as the blow blasted Alexia backwards, stumbling off down the halls and towards a table. Crashing against it and scattering the items as she slide against the edge with her arm sliding across the surface as her foot slipped out from underneath her as she landed on her butt.

Arm draped over the table as her other hand shot up to her mouth, her eyes were wide with how hard that hit smacked into her face as she needed a moment to recover!

Cicilia struggled to get to her feet on her own, that impact with the door doing more damage than she first thought! The amount of energy it took out of you to hit a door so hard it broke the lock and was thrown open was immense to say the least! She was lucky her shoulder didn't suffer any crippling damage from the impact! Giving up on holding her shoulder, the German attempted to push herself up with her hands, her bountiful breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. She glanced up from her efforts, her face contorted into a near mirror refraction of the approaching Harlaquin's manic smile. She had to get to her feet before she got close or she'd be in trouble! Ung... but it was so hard... For someone as slow as the Juggernaut, her attempt to rise was an impossible one as Alexia reached her, grabbing onto her long, umber lox and wrenching her to her feet! Cicilia hissed in pain, her arms tensing up as one hand reached out to grab her attacker's arm, the other swinging around in a wild forearm strike!

The strength of the blow sent Alexia flying down the hall, practically throwing her over a table! All that embarrassment about being stripped was GONE, really having lost significance at this point. They were both throwing just about everything the could at eachother were it their fists, their feet or the environment! Was this even legal? Did it even matter? Likely no and no.

While her opponent recovered from the shock of being thrown about like this Cicilia rose to her full height, attempting to blink the dizziness out of her eyes... GOD her head was killing her... The blood dripping down her forehead was messing with her eye and she was already dizzy from all those headbutts... She couldn't waste too much time recovering or Alexia might get up herself! Stumbling her way up to the woman, Cicilia would reach down to grab the woman up by her own hair, putting her into a similar position that the German was in herself.

"Get up!" She demanded!

Alexia panted out as she sat on the floor, one arm draped over the table as she continued to rub her cheek as the shocked look slowly disappeared from her face and being replaced with a smile. The harder that Cicilia hit her, the more excited Alexia became as she watched the topless Cicilia making her way towards her. Alexia would begin to stir, pulling on table to regain her balance as she staggered up to her feet right as Cicilia was on her, feeling the boxer grabbing a hold of her hair as the two locked up once more. It wasn't known between the two of them if this match was even legal, no referee was around the two of them brawling in the back as their slotted time arrived as one of their themes could be heard from the arena from a distance. However, after a while of playing the theme would stop due to neither one of them showing up to the gorilla position.

It was only a matter of time before officials would catch wind of them starting the match early!

The blood continuing to drip down her face, Alexia would catch a taste of her own blood as she licked her lips before throwing a hand up to grab a handful of Cicilia's hair as she flashed her twisted smile yet again to Cicilia. "Huhuhuhu...! I'm up! I'm up!" she let out, there was a tone of giddy gleefulness in her voice as if she was a girl inside of a candy shop waiting to see what she was going to get next! She couldn't wait to see what she and Cicilia was going to do next as she would throw her arm around Cicilia, pulling her close as she'd tried to mash their bare breasts against each other while moving her head forward to rub their bloodied foreheads against one another!

"Come on...what's next!? What's next?! Or maybe...you want me to do something next!?"

Cicilia's face contorted in disgust as the girl giggled in apparent joy as Cicilia hoisted her up, her expression only darkening further as she too grabbed some more of her hair, asking what she was going to do next. Alexia leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, smearing blood all over eachother as Cicilia attempted to use her superior strength to shove the crazed woman back towards the ring entrance, shifting her hands from in her hair... to around her waist.

"Stop treating this like it's a game." Cicilia demanded, tightening her grip around the girl into a ferocious bear-hug! She squeezed and squeezed, trying to force that stupid grin out of her! STOP SMILING LIKE THAT! WHY DID EVERYONE WHO GAVE HER A REAL FIGHT ACT SO CRAZY!? Her anger steadily rose... reaching a fever pitch!... Before suddenly dropping back down to a state of neutrality. You know what? Fuck it. She didn't care about it anymore. Apathy was simply far too persuasive for her to care about this woman's mental state. She'd just CRUSH her and leave. She didn't have to care why all the strong people were insane.

Cicilia gritted her teeth, leaning back in an attempt to lift the woman off the ground with her, mashing their breasts even tighter together as she attempted to drain the woman's strength through a strained spine. If she succeeded, the german would take it slow, step after step, carrying the woman towards the actual entrance to the arena before the officials sent someone after them! At this point, they were no doubt getting frustrated and the audience agitated that they had yet to see any fighting yet.

"THIS is what's next!" The German huffed, tightening her grip steadily. "Feel good!?"

Alexia stumbled backwards as she was forced off of Cicilia, managing to catch herself from falling onto her butt as she couldn't help but continue to laugh, still clinging on to Cicilia. She couldn't help herself with how the two of them were bleeding and half naked before they had even left the backstage area! This girl was so much fun, she didn't back down when Alexia got the first jump on her with her uncontrollable urge for fun and rather than just lay there and take it, Cicilia had fought back with such intensity that it took Alexia by surprise! She would be taken by surprise again as Cicilia began crushing her with her powerful arms, causing Alexia to throw her head back as she arched backwards as her feet left the ground!

"Muwaaaaaaaaaa!" She cried out, feeling the arms constricting around her sides but most importantly, forcing her spine to painfully bend backwards as she tossed and turned her head, breasts mashing against each other more tightly as she felt Cicilia beginning to walk towards the entrance. The crowd finally came alive as the two women finally showed themselves on stage, with the image of Alexia being carried out in Cicilia's arms, flailing her legs about!

They were then greeted by the loud laughter of Alexia, even through the screams of pain of her body being contorted like this. "Oh...YEEEEEEESSS!" she cried out, the pain stricken face having a tint of enjoyment creeping through was plastered all over her face as she tried to straighten herself, trying to relock her arms around Cicilia to return the hug! However as she was dangling up against Cicilia, there was no way for her to attain the same crushing power as her opponent!

Cicilia grunted in disgust as Alexia seemed to actually be enjoying her own suffering, her cries akin to that of someone receiving the best bout of ecstasy they've ever felt! It was truly this woman's odd and disturbing behavior that was throwing her off. Even as she was having her spine crushed and her body contorted by the ungodly pressure, she seemed to be enjoying herself!

"...Shut up..." She growled as she made her way with difficulty out into the arena where all the spectators had a full view of the two woman struggling with one another! She could swear she could hear some hoots and hollers among the cheers, no doubt the males approving two half-naked women pressed together like this. Damned people... Of course, this was what they were here for. No holds barred? That practically meant brutal strip-fight in this place... She'd seen a few before she took up this match and they always ended this way, the two women tearing at each-other's outfits like they were knights trying to peel away the other's armor. Cicilia wouldn't complain... Not here anyway. She knew just what she was getting into when she signed up for this and had mentally prepared herself for being stripped like this (again) in front of an audience. Luckily or unluckily, Alexia would be in the same boat as her whether she liked it or not!

Cicilia winced as the harlaquin wrapped her arms under hers, trying to return the bear-hug with all her might but due to her lack of grounding, she didn't have the positioning necessary to make any real headway in her bout of strength. It hurt, sure, but it was nothing she couldn't take easily. Cicilia glared up into the woman's eyes as she carried her up to the ring should she meet no more resistance than this, slamming her HARD into the side of it before dropping her from her hug! Now that they were out in the open, she no longer needed to grapple with Alexia! She had all the space she needed to be a true brawler... and all the weapons... Scattered around the floor surrounding the ring were chairs, sticks, a metal trash-lid, thin tables to send opponents through and more of the same inside...

A double-edged sword.

If she managed to to slam Alexia into the side of the arena, Cicilia would throw a hard forearm into her cheek before slipping past to slide under the top rope and into the ring... FINALLY. The match could begin officially.

Clinging onto Cicilia as she was kept raised in the air by the powerful arms of the boxer, their bare breasts continuing to mash against each other between their locked bodies. Alexia's lewd and twisted smile never left her face as she was being carted down to the ring by Cicilia, her legs continuing to flail and kick each step that Cicilia took on the way down to ring side. Alexia loved this, this physicality from her opponent and the way that Cicilia glared at her as they locked eyes, vicious eyes that wanted to hurt and maim Alexia. All she returned to Cicilia was a loud laugh in her face, gleefully doing so before feeling herself suddenly jerk backwards.

She would slam hard into the ring apron, her arms flinging off of Cicilia's body as she let loose a loud cry of pain as she dropped to her knees, arms draped over the the hardest part of the ring as she did so. Arched backwards as the camera caught a perfect view of her unobstructed tits on display as the fans cheered at the sight of them while Cicilia caught her breath as all of the weapons littering the ring side was looming around them before Alexia ate another forearm to the face.

The hit jolted her back into reality after being lost in the marvelous world of pain as it took a moment for Alexia to begin moving.

The harlequin would realize that the toys were laying at her feet while Cicilia had entered the ring. She couldn't let them just sit out where by themselves without fun as she pushed herself off of the ring apron and onto the floor. Standing on her knees, she would grab a trash can lid before attempting to slide it into the ring, followed by a chair before procuring two kendo sticks that she used to help get back to her feet.

The sick smile returned to her face as she climbed into the ring, with both hands holding a kendo stick and if she got through the ropes without interruption, she would toss one of the sticks at Cicilia's feet! Challenging Cicilia to pick up the weapon while holding her own stick, she wasn't afraid to escalate this fight!