Another Challenger...?

Cicilia had decided to take an off-day today... Or at least as much of an off-day as someone like her would allow herself to have. There had been so many challengers against her this last week... So many and none of which she turned away. Her pride wouldn't allow it... As a boxer, as a fighter, as a person, turning down someone asking to fight you was like slapping them across the face and sending them home. It would be as much of a blow to their self-esteem as it would be a strike against her own code and that simply would not do! The scary part was, though... They were really starting to get good... Either that or the German was starting to get tired because each match was getting harder than the last. Each one was sent away battered but over time, her state wasn't getting much better... Every time she was stepping out of the Gym now, she was bruised, battered, more often than not having to limp home and explain to her girlfriend WHY she came home like that. It was starting to get... Painful suffice it to say.

SO! Today, she decided she was going to take a nice few rounds at the punching bag, this time NOT aiming to completely mutilate it like she had all those times before. Her punches were more gentle, practicing form more than raw power. She took her time between each blow, her fists not moving the bag an inch as they slammed into them. To her surprise, she was actually enjoying this time to herself... Nobody was coming her way to talk her into a fight yet... but then the day was still young...

It was clear that from the moment she stepped foot in AFW, Fiona wanted to fight.

Her fists were just itching to punch someone's face in and if she doesn't then the French woman would probably lose her mind. However, just anyone wouldn't do. Desperate as she was for any action, she didn't want to fight weaklings. That would be a waste of time. No, she needed to fight a strong opponent. And find one she will.

It didn't take long for word of mouth to reach Fiona about a German boxer who has been a terror in the gym. Curious, she decided to head to the gym to meet this supposed Juggernaut and see if her nickname holds true. Coming in with a simple black hoodie and tight shorts, her fists twitching inside the front pockets as she came closer and closer to the main room. She just couldn't contain herself any longer and decided to use the doors as a means for Fiona to output her fury on...

BANG!

The doors open wide as if a battering ram knocked them open, the fiery redhead stomping in a power walk, looking like a pissed of headteacher. "Alright then!!" Fiona would yell out so that everyone can hear, even the Juggernaut herself. "Now who the fuck is gonna tell me where this 'Juggernaut' is!? And I'm not gonna leave here until me and her fight!!!" Her sanguine eyes darting around the room and the patrons. With each passing second, she was getting even more pissed. "Anyone!?!? Or do I have to start beating each and every one of your till I get a fucking answer!?!?

Cicilia flinched as the doors to the gym SWUNG open, crashing into the walls with enough force to shake the glass in their panes. What in the absolute hell....? The German turned to look behind her as some red-head began going OFF HER ROCKER, demanding to know where this 'Juggernaut' was. Oh... The German sighed heavily, smacking her head against the punching bag. It was too good to be true... Just when she thought she was going to get a day to herself to recover, some idiot comes in here demanding her by name. What did she do to deserve this...? The woman DEMANDED the Juggernaut show herself, stating that she wasn't going ANYWHERE until the two of them fought. Cicilia stayed silent, just hanging onto her punching bag like it was some kind of support, just hoping she wouldn't keep to her word. GOD her voice was annoying! So loud and grating like nails on a damned chalk-board! Just hearing her speak made the talons of anger clamp down upon her brain!

When she declared she would just have to start punching people if nobody came forward... Cicilia huffed, pushing her bag away in a statement of frustration.

"Fick mein verdammtes leben..." She cursed before turning to face the red-head, stomping right up to her squaring up with the noisy woman with a look of disgust. She was at least 3 inches shorter but had an ego enough to make up the difference. Her temper seemed to match the burning red in her hair and eyes, but didn't hold a damned candle to the inferno searing behind Cicilia's crimson orbs.

"Shut up and get in the ring." She snarled at the shorter woman, not giving her an inch of ground. She'd have to walk around Cicilia or push past her to get at that ring. The latter, not recommended.

Sadly for the German Juggernaut, she means what she says. So when Fiona says she isn't going ANYWHERE until she shows her face then she really isn't going to go anywhere. The French woman was set to start punching the nearest face in until Cicilia showed her face to the fiery redhead.

"Vous a pris assez longtemps..." Muttering in her own native dialect when Cicilia stomped straight towards Cicilia, probably more pissed than Fiona herself. Squaring up, Fiona stood face to face with the Juggernaut. "Finally, you fucking showed up." She said, strong annoyance in her tone that she kept her waiting, returning her own snarl. Cicilia herself seemed to be not in the mood for small talk and told her to get in the ring. That's fine by her. She didn't want to waste time anyways.

It took a brief moment of a angry stare down between the two before Fiona made the first move, a bit like the latter option of pushing past through her, her shoulders pushing up against Cicilia as she made past her. Clearly this woman gave zero fucks if Cicilia was angry or not. At least it would make the fight more interesting.

Sliding in, her fists clenching tight as she paced from one side of the ring to the other, her eyes not leaving the woman, even as she zipped open her hoodie to show her taut body in a sports bra matching her shorts. "Allez!!" Fiona barked at the Juggernaut, not waiting a minute longer.

"Sorry. I was busy trying to decide if you were worth it." Cicilia growled back, tempted to sock this woman in her stupid, arrogant face right here. Ah, but there was a certain order to things. She couldn't just do that... This had to be settled in the ring and nowhere else. When she told the woman to head there, the German grunted as the stupid red-head barged right into her, pushing past her as their shoulders collided. Her eyes burned HOLES in the woman's back as she made her way where she was instructed to like a DOG. What a worthless fool. She wondered how many people had to put up with her shit attitude. Well now she was one of them... and she'd be the one to end it.

Cicilia followed a few steps behind the woman, slipping into the arena just a minute or two after she did. The woman tossed away her hoodie to reveal her sports bra and shorts, mirroring her own outfit. Somehow, the fact she came prepared only infuriated the boxer more, or maybe it was the fact the girl had the GAL to face her in battle after all. If she heard her name, she no doubt heard of her reputation. If she was dumb enough to talk to the JUGGERNAUT like that, she deserved to be THROWN down a couple pegs!

Cicilia stepped up to the stupid red-head again, her anger practically radiating off her like some burning aura or something, no doubt clashing with the shorter woman's. She couldn't wait to tear her apart... Piece. By. Piece.

"You better be able to fight." Cicilia said flatly, her hands clenched into fists, ready to start swinging.

There had been many that tried to put up with Fiona. And understandably, they didn't want to deal with her for too long. Which Fiona didn't mind. She preferred to be by herself. The whole 'Me, Myself and I' thing going on with her.

Juggernaut or not, she didn't give a damn. If she is so tough then she would probably serve as a punching bag. Hopefully they don't wear out like the sandbags she trains with. Good thing she didn't have to wait for Cicilia to go and change, she was already suited up, as if fate told her to get ready for an ass kicking. Sure, she looks tough but so what? Doesn't mean shit when it comes to Fiona.

Both were now in the ring, the French woman bounced on her own two feet, the small ponytail braid bobbing behind her. She was ready to rip and fucking tear the shit out of this bitch. Her eyes narrowed when the Juggernaut told her she better be able to fight? Jesus, this girl was dumb. Time to knock her brain till she could say better shit.

Her right leg sliding back and shuffling towards Cicilia, not wasting a step before she would raise said right leg up for a simple roundhouse kick for the outer side of Cicilia's left knee, just to test things.

Sayumi wasn't exactly happy when Cicilia had left the apartment. She was going to the gym. Like it wasn't a big deal. To relax, blow off some steam. She hadn't shown her girlfriend her frown, but it was there once the door had closed behind her. These days it seemed every time she saw Cicilia she was in worse and worse shape. Gym visits, matches, even her waitress job to some extent. Physically or mentally exhausted the girl. Had they not been giving together now it would have been easier to hide it.

She could only put on a smile for so long and ignore it. It seemed every time she raised a concern it was dismissed with a request not to worry or a shared affection to pull them away from the issue at hand. Sooner or later something had to give...

Not today though. Today Sayumi was the embodiment of a beam of pure sunshine, figuratively anyway. There was nothing great about skin cancer. With a big smile, cute sundress, and a big basket filled with sandwiches, she was primed to steal Cicilia away from her gym drudgery to have an impromptu picnic. She tipped the wide brim of woven hat to passerbys catching odd looks as she slipped along.

With a flourish twirl, hem of her dress billowing about her hips she turned her back to the gym doors. She pushed her way inside with her hips with a soft sigh. It was far too nice a day to be cooped up in a sweaty old gym anyhow. Turning on her heel she strode deeper withing with a noticable bounce in her step.

It wasn't hard to spot Cicilia... and a fiery young woman in the practice ring. Her eyes squinted behind large heart shaped sunglasses as she eyed the two. Another fight? Really Cicilia? Had she scheduled this? Was this her new thing now? SHE was suppose to be the boxer's training partner.

Sayumi slowly made her way ringside, circling in such a way she would be readily visible to Cicilia. Despite the glasses and shade from her hat, the disappointment was readily visible on her features. Though it wasn't her intention, the sudden appearance out of the blue may have distracted her girlfriend to the attack coming her way. Whoops!

Cicilia was never the biggest on trash-talk. It was never her forte and besides... Who needed to talk shit when you could back it up? Such things were all about intimidation and you only needed to put on an air of intimidation if you're weak. The flaming redhead bobbed lightly on her feet, a light and mobile stance Cicilia was no doubt going to have trouble keeping up with. Something told her this was going to go something like that Tortoise and the Hare story in which the tortoise crushes the hare.

Cicilia raised her arms in her right-handed orthodox fighting stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground as she let her opponent make the first move as she usually did. Letting them get in the first hit allows her to see what they were all about and also left them open for HER first strike when their attack fails to make her falter. The strategy has worked for her so far so there was no reason why it shouldn't now.

Cicilia's eyes caught the movement of the redhead's leg down below as she prepared her kick. She tensed her leg to take whatever she was going for... before her sanguine eyes were attracted to some new movement: Sayumi in a sundress, glasses and hat, right there watching her match. Her eyes widened, shocked, not expecting her to be here to say the least...

"Sayu- UGH!" Cicilia hissed, unable to finish her sentence as that roundhouse struck the side of her leg. Hard. That... hurt. It hurt a DAMNED lot! Another one of those stupid speedy strong people, defying the categories their attributes fall under. That hit stole Cicilia's attention away again, the German quickly countering with a straight right into Fiona's face, followed by a sythe-of-a-hook aimed at her jaw, intent on breaking it RIGHT off. Coward... Attacking while she was distracted...

Her gaze couldn't help but flick back to her lover standing there, noting the disapproving look on her face. How could she tell her she didn't want to do this...? She wanted to come here to relax and play around with the bag, NOT get into another fight...? Would she even believe her if she tried this time...? She had been dodging around making a promise to stop getting into these fights... UGH! Why did these things happen to her?

Fiona didn't really mind if there were some onlookers from the patrons in the gym. While they should mind their damn business, it is a fight between her and Cicilia, having them witness her taking down the Juggernaut is a delicious thought. She only cared on fighting the woman, not really shaming and humiliating her. That comes if she isn't as strong as she projected to be.

She starts off low, deciding on attacking her means of mobility. A tank is only half good if it can't move and range can only go so far. While she was starting to get into the fight more, something soon took Cicilia's attention behind her. Her girlfriend.

"L'enfer?"While the attack struck her knee hard, Fiona was curious as to what brought her attention, a confused look on her face while she brought her leg back. Her guard foolishly dropped, what the fuck got her attention, anyways? If Cicilia was so distracted then Fiona has to bring the attention back to the fight in hand. There is still a redhead

"Keep your eyes o-PUUGH!" Her bark was cut off, Cicilia now attacking Fiona while she was distracted, the straight drills Fiona's face before the hook knocks her jaw. Hard. That one hurt, she will admit, stepping back from the combo. For better or for worse, life in the streets have conditioned her on how to take a beating. "Gahh! Poltron!! She barked angrily, now calling her a coward. Whoever this person behind her will have to wait, she's got a fight to finish, turning her body back to face Cicilia, hips turning and her right fist aiming a wild hook towards the Juggernaut's jaw. Usually she would not use a wild attack so early on but by god, she was pissed!

Sayumi's jaw clenched slightly as the two women exchanged blows. Rather hard looking blows. The sort that didn't come across to her like sparring contact. Both women seemed almost intent to rip each other apart, here in the gym. She wasn't alone now either. Several other people had gathered around to watch. She heard someone explain this was another person to challenge Cicilia to a fight and these were always entertaining to watch.

Setting her basket down she left the ringside in a huff, skirting through the other onlookers. She knew the gym well enough, she frequented it fairly often though normally when Cicilia was at work these days. It didn't take long for her to find what she wanted among the workout gear. A heavy duty inflatable workout ball. She didn't really ever use these herself, but had tried a class associated with them once or twice.

Making her way back to ringside, she plopped the large ball down on the ground and seated herself on it. One leg kicked up and over the other as she crossed the two of them, smoothing out her dress over her legs as she looked on from her slightly bouncy throne. She folded her arms, the normally bubbly and energetic girl that had happily skipped into the gym moments earlier now looked more like an arbiter casting judgement on the two within the ring.