Cicilia vs Alexia: No Holds Barred,

The german glared down at her opponent with utter contempt and distaste, releasing her grip on her throat to let her drop to the floor.

"What a pathetic worm you are." She spat, her eyes absorbing the pleasurable image of Alexia on her knees, clutching at her stomach. She had looked so afraid when she felt her throat crushed, all that insane bravado going right out the window when one would think it would be amplified most. She didn't look to happy either, kneeling there, gasping for breath she didn't nor wouldn't have any time soon, looking just like every other miserable girl that had the misfortune of retaining their consciousness after taking her Trainwrecker. Nothing about her was worth respecting... Not even her ability to take a hit anymore. She was utterly and completely contemptible.

Cicilia cocked a leg back before swinging it forward with malicious might, her knee aimed to crack Alexia across the jaw and leave her down and OUT! No air and a strike across her face? Perhaps this would finally put her down. Some part of her wished it didn't... Another part wished it did... It was hard to say who was loudest. There the juggernaut stood, above a broken, battered opponent, her body bathed in blood that wasn't hers and sweat that was, her face mostly the opposite. She glared over her opponent like a dog on a chained leash, restrained only by the site out of the corner of her eye, the Ref standing as close as she could to the corner of the Ring closest to them, starting the countdown to Alexia's demise!

One!

Two!

3! She counted. Cicilia only stared, her hands balled into fists at her side, tightening more and more with each passing second, her nails digging into her skin... If it were only possible, her blood might've boiled in her veins from the sheer rage in her heart... An inferno behind a gate... Would Alexia dare open it again? Cicilia was ready to give her what she wanted... The question was: How much Did the harlequin want to burn?

4!

Alexia was like any other breathing, even a wild animal would stop when it's throat was being crushed like that.

Coughing as she was kneeling in front of Cicilia, the glint in her eye watched as the woman cruelly looked down on her as her lips would slowly try to curl into a smile, as if she was daring Cicilia to do whatever it was that she was planning. And soon she did, the leg of Cicilia reered back, Alexia having little choice in the manner as the knee would come barreling forward and smashing her in the face! The collision was vile, evil, and above all else sense shattering as Alexia's head flew back, blood flying off of her head as her body looked lifeless as it fell back onto the floor.

The Harlequin moaned out, not moving for the first 5 seconds. In that time she couldn't feel much besides a ringing sensation that dominated her head and body as finally she found the ability to move. And then, she was flooded with pain. That was all her face was, pain. The knee was one of the most fierce hit she ever took, her stomach was in no better condition as that shotgun like punch had violated her stomach as she began coughing!

Six!

Seven!

Alexia rolled over onto her stomach, beginning to push herself up despite the jelly feeling in her body as she gripped onto the ring apron for a quick pick me up, literally, as she continued to fight to her feet and reaching it at a count of nine! Stumbling as her balance was almost nonexistent, Alexia stumbled all the way to the corner before twisting around and leaning against the metal posts and the steel stairs, blood all over her face and bare chest as this fight was every bit of violent as Alexia wanted her life to be as she looked to Cicilia, standing there menacingly as if she was burning with rage. Many would've balked and given up with such a dangerous woman standing in front of them with the murderous gaze that she was giving Alexia. Pain was everywhere on her body, she could've sworn that her face was numb with it as she gasped and panted.

But even then, her body knew how to smile without her consent as she hoarsely began to laugh softly, bringing her hands up and gesturing Cicilia to come at her, insanely challenging the Juggernaut for more!

Cicilia's lips, almost against her will, curled up into a cruel, jagged grin as Alexia ground against her own agony and forced herself up. As the counter reached "nine" the Harlequin was back on her feet, granted with the support of the ringside stairs. The boxer loomed over Alexia, cracking her knuckles in anticipation as she relished ruining her for good... Physically... mentally... All it took was enough-

Suddenly, the German's eyes widened and she reeled back, almost as if her nearly defeated opponent preformed some kind of counter attack! Cicilia stumbled back, her hands instantly shooting up to her head as she cradled it within them, her lids clenching shut over her eyes as images played behind them... She looked to be in pain but... that wasn't what she felt... Not agony, not suffering, but one wouldn't know that by the expression on her face, blood rushed up through her cheeks and around her eyes as new tears bubbled and spilled over them, squeezing out between her clenched eyelids.

Elfrida loomed over Cicilia at the end of their last match together, the poor, smaller, younger german bleeding, broken, mindless in her punch-drunken state... Wounds, cuts and bruises uncountable covered her body, meanwhile the older sibling stood a meter or so away, completely and utterly untouched. Cicilia's eyes were dull, completely blank, her standing there purely on the instinct to defeat her older sibling and rival... The closest thing she had to family. Within both the hearts of the modern Cicilia and the one of the past, lost bled out, sorrow... not that she had failed to defeat her... but what it had lead too... It was only by the grace of the ref that Cicilia did not suffer the blow to her head that might've killed her, the smaller german eventually falling back on her own, hitting the mat hard.....

Black...

And as soon as it came... it was gone. The anger and rage Cicilia felt was gone... Replaced by an aching heart and a quivering fear arching through her muscles. In Alexia, she saw herself... if only because she was in the same general position she herself once was. And now... Cicilia had become Elfrida... beating someone down over and over and over, not a care for their own safety, only caring about the win... Another, quicker image flashed before her, a smaller, weaker version of herself replacing the insane harlequin before her, another shock of... something arching through her mind...

"S...stop...." She groaned as she clawed at her head. "...stop showing me.... these things..."

Alexia stood there, waiting with a smile on her face as she watched Cicilia to see what her Juggernaut opponent was going to do. Standing against the steel post and stairs, she breathed heavily as her body continued to burn far past any simmer as her face was bruised and bloodied along with her stomach with a nasty outline of where Cicilia had punched her to drop her onto her knees. She stood there, waiting and waiting. Soon her smile would disappear and be replaced with a look of confusion as she watched Cicilia beginning grasp at her head. Soon the look of confusion would turn into a look of rage.

Alexia didn't just call her to bring it just for her to stand there and do nothing! It was equivalent to being blue balled for the Harlequin! Her body would begin to find the strength to move it's battered shell as she began to move against the steel, placing her hands on the steps behind her to gather the balance to move. Stumbling forward towards the distracted Cicilia, completely ignorant of the tears that were welling in her eyes, Alexia reached out and grabbed onto her head with one hand as a look of rage washed over her face, taking a step back she would try and launch Cicilia headfirst into the stairs like a dart!

"RAAAAAAAAAH!" she would scream out, her want of mutual destruction gave birth to this rage of her opponent seemingly losing the will to continue on. She was not ready for it to end like this, there was still more they could do!

All it would take is Alexia's voice to break the flash-back the Juggernaut suffered under, Cicilia's head craning to the side as her opponent's hand shot out to grab her head! With the harlequin's hand having gone wide of it's target, the German stepped forward, her hand immediately going for the throat once more in hopes of stopping her dead. It was like flipping a switch... The fear and pain of her past mixed with her rage against Alexia brought forth her near super-humans strength once more... And with it, she would end her twisted foe... Squatting down slightly, the boxer would suddenly spring back up, lifting the hand which held Alexia in the aim of jerking her off the ground! In one swift movement, The boxer would angle her upper body downward as she pushed her captive DOWN, throwing her into the barely padded floor of in her signature wrestling move: Her Dragon Slam Drop!

Should this all go according to plan, Cicilia would let out a heavy huff not even sparing her opponent a glance as she walked right past her, and slipped back into the ring. She was done with this fight... She just wanted to go home and sleep. Alexia was just pitiful now, what with her energy expended, her body battered and if she took that last attack, all those things would only amplify. It wasn't often she ran out of things to be angry about in a fight, especially since she still had all the reasons she needed to be but... It just wasn't working anymore. Cicilia sighed and crossed her arms over her buxom chest with her back turned to Alexia and waited as the Ref resumed his count, starting from the top.

1!

2!

Alexia attempted to spring on Cicilia but the Juggernaut was quick to respond as the hand once again clasped around her throat. Alexia's eyes widened as her hands would shoot to the wrist clutching her throat again as she was lifted up into the air by her throat, left dangling there as she was gasping for air before she was twisted and slammed into the ground! Alexia's body flopped off of the barely covered flooring as the air once again left all of her body as she was left gasping and heaving as she arched off of the ground, feet planted as she rose her lower back off of the ground as she twisted and squirmed.

Dropping to the ground, she writhed on the mat as she rolled onto her stomach still coughing for air as she moaned out in pain. Growling out, she was not happy about being duped into charging in like that. She would've gladly let Cicilia have her turn if she didn't take her sweet time! But even through that, her body was still in horrendous pain. Moving her left arm was incredibly difficult as it hurt every inch she tried to move it as the referee continued counting!

3!

4!

5!

6!

Not a trick. Cicilia was no actor nor would she have any reason to lie. She had this match down... It would've take longer, and she would've had to throw a few more punches, but nobody could take her train-wrecker punch and keep fighting for long... Nobody. What had happened? It was real. She would never cry on command for anyone under any circumstance. She was FAR too prideful for that. It was part of the reason she turned her back on Alexia, so that she couldn't see the deep, burning blush that flashed across it for her SEEING that moment of weakness. Her pride was wounded... perhaps more than her breasts had been when Alexia bit them... It wasn't made better by the fact she had used that moment of weakness to catch Alexia off guard and break her across the floor like that. It was dishonest... Disturbingly so... No doubt it would be a mark on her record she wouldn't be able to forget... not for a long time.

Cicilia glanced back over her shoulder in Alexia's direction, almost feeling sorry for her... Almost. ...Not so much, in reality, it was more like she felt ashamed for how she hit her... It didn't matter WHO so much in this case, but how... Alexia had broken one of her rules and now Cicilia had done so as well: You can't cheat.

"Hypocrite." She growled under her breath... but not at the girl she was looking at. In one way, it wasn't her fault... She couldn't help what happened... She was experiencing something horrid... and her body moved on it's own... but that didn't change the fact it DID. This match may have been over... but this wasn't where their fight ended... Cicilia turned head back around closing her eyes tight as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. She was going to fight her again... She would make this right... Not for Alexia... Certainly not! Her pride could break into shards for all she cared... But for the boxer herself. she would not let this stand.

7!

8!

Alexia's hand would shoot up and grab onto the ring apron as the 8 seconds were enough to catch her breath to the point of being able to push herself up off of the ground. It was mostly a gutsy effort more than anything else as she pulled on the rope, her body straining from the simple task as she managed to pull herself up just enough to drape her upper body on the ring apron. Her face was not smiling anymore and was replaced with a more exhausted and dazed look as she gripped onto the bottom rope, pulling herself to the best of her ability back into the ring. It was a slow process, everything on Alexia hurt as her back was surging in pain at the simplest of moves.

Forcing her to try and lift her leg to keep her back as straight as she possibly could but even then it wasn't enough to stop the pain. But she wasn't going to stop. As long as she could move, even if her body was in tatters and pieces she was going to keep on coming as she dragged herself back into the ring, pulling herself up with the assistance of the ropes as she kept her crazed eyes on Cicilia, looking more like a mad dog than anything else, stumbling towards the Juggernaut.

Panting heavily, blood dripping from her face, nose, and mouth as she moved to stand in front of Cicilia!

Cicilia froze once the ref's count came to a sudden stop, the German turning fully around to see Alexia still there... She was broken, bleeding, her ability to fight completely and utterly destroyed. She stared quietly as the crazed woman forced herself up despite the crippling damage she had sustained, slowly and sloppily stumbling towards her with a purposeless vigor that could only belong to someone with bottomless determination. She felt... sorry for her more than anything else... That she refused to see that it was time to quit. She didn't know if this girl had a death wish or something but whatever her reasons, the Harlequin kept coming, her face now a perverse makeup of blood and bruises...

The German's expression hardened, her hands clenching into fists, her twin tools of destruction that would put her opponent out of her misery. Alexia was on her last legs... Anyone with eyes could see that. A couple more punches and she'd be done...

A quick image flashed before Cicilia's eyes, a image of her younger self standing up to Elfrida in her delirious, broken state. If she struck Alexia down now... She would be just like her older sister, wouldn't she...? Yeah, Alexia was a twisted freak with a desire for pain and agony (at least as far as Cicilia could tell), but she wouldn't break her... She wouldn't cripple her. Not so long as she held this position! Cicilia was resolute in her decision... She wouldn't throw another punch.

Alexia stumbled at her like a wounded boar desperately trying to charge down her opponent... And the boxer responded but stepping to the side and swinging her leg out, an attempt to trip up her stubborn opponent and lay her out on the arena floor. It was pitiful... Sad, really. Cicilia no longer looked at her with contempt... despite everything. Pity was a better word for the heavy eyes that feel upon her.

"You're going to die if you keep fighting." Cicilia whispered, taking a few steps away from her opponent once she tripped her up. "Stop. stay down... Please..."

Alexia had never stopped fighting just because her body was on the verge of breaking. Her vision was blurry, her body felt as if it was weighed down by hundreds of bricks and all that was keeping her up was her jellylike legs. She would continue to stomp into the mat as she would stand in front of her opponent. Glaring into her opponent who pleaded with her to stop, Alexia continued to angrily burn holes into her opponent who tried to show her mercy.

"He....he...he...." she let out, it hurt so much just to giggle at this point. But no one knew what was going on in Alexia's head as reared her head back to let out a slightly louder laugh. "Ha...ha...hahah....haahahahah!" she let out as if she was oblivious to the lasting damages of her destructive tendencies before lowering her head to face Cicilia once more. She was so much fun. She had beaten her and taken so much back, it was almost perfect for Alexia.

Almost.

Tilting her head to the side, she offered up her cheek to Cicilia! Weakly bringing up her finger, she tapped on it as if she was beckoning Cicilia to throw one more punch!