A Strange Gym Encounter

By this point, it was clear the two engaged in battle were complete opposites. Their fighting styles, appearances, ideologies and world views differed to each other in every possible way. While Cicilia was a woman born from monsters, raised to be neglected and hated by them, but able to break away from their horrid teachings by finding a love that would support her and change her for the better…Juno was different. She grew up with loving parents who, while not always there, supported her and tried their best to provide for her. They would send her to all sort of clubs, activities, programs all just so their daughter could meet people, socialize with them, and make any kind of friend at all.

It was Juno herself that caused her to become the person she was. Her cold, uncaring demeanor practically announced that she viewed others as lesser beings, worthless for anything more than a few moments of droll entertainment. She shunned herself from the world, preferring the knowledge of books to the daily life of others. The only reason Juno liked wrestling as she did was because she was good at it, winning many different types of matches, always with her opponent screaming in her holds. It got to the point where she enjoyed her opponents wails of agony more than winning. Their screams fed her sense of superiority, something that she carried around with her almost her entire life.

If someone were to ask her how or why she became this way, she likely couldn’t say. There was no traumatic event in her past, no quest for revenge for a humiliating defeat, not even uncaring or unloving parents to fall back on. If she had to break down why she was what she was, the answer would likely sicken whoever asked the question.

Boredom.

She was bored, and hurting others was fun. If one were to make it something like a game or a research project as she did, their can be added enjoyment by putting a purpose to the pain, like she was working towards a goal.

And right now, her goal was to simply hurt the woman standing defiantly in front of her. Something her strike seemed to do, but it wasn’t enough. Juno wanted more from the juggernaut.

“It’s time for your anesthetic, Ms. Juggernaut.”

The nurse would try and grab onto the woman’s raven black hair, pulling it violently down so she could smash her knee into the German’s face. Juno was smiling under her mask, well aware of the final blow looming over her, but enjoying the free punches while she could.

“Mors tua vita mea…”

Cicilia snarled as as the Nurse reached out and over the German's guard, grabbing a hold of a clump of her hair in her grimy, revolting hands, using it as a control mechanism to pacify her opponent! Human instinct forced the German to fall for her bait, to drop her defense so that she could raise a hand to release the pressure on her sensitive scalp and because of that momentary lapse in strength, The German got her head jerked down right onto a pike that was Juno's knee! The German shuttered, her eyes dulling as the "anesthetic" Juno had injected her with ran it's course, flooding Cicilia's body with weakness and threatening to take away all that she had built up! She reared back, feeling her form weaken...

Suddenly, before she could fall, the boxer's foot STAMPED hard, reestablishing herself as the tank that she was, far too powerful to be taken out by a simple knee! The marks of the damage that had been done were not minor, however... Blood had began to flow steadily from her nose now, the center of her face a deep red where she had been struck... The Juggernaut was woozy after such a direct strike and her face ACHED to hell but that was nothing... Juno was NOT smart to even THINK of getting this close because now...? She had nowhere to run.

"Tot umfallen!" Cicilia roared as all that power built up in her arm released right into Juno's gut, ripping right into her abs! The strength pledging to rip apart entire locomotives instead tore into the insane nurse's stomach, aiming to ruin her on every dimension possible! Body, confidence, strength, it all would fall under the power of Cicilia's Train-wrecker punch! She wouldn't just let it go, either! She ground it as deep as she could reach within the body of someone so perverted, intending to wring them of every ounce of self-dignity and respect like a towel... May this punch serve her as a lesson: That she was nothing but a failure as she was now!

“Hush, now….Let the medicine run its course…”

Juno’s eyes were watching the stunned German as she spoke quietly, very, very quietly. The nurse’s eyes were once again analyzing, looking at the German’s stance, which was beginning to waiver, her bodies response to the blow, as it threatened to fall on its master. All of the visible weakness that lasted for a full moment, Juno drank in, like an artist admiring their latest finished work they had spent years on. The cold gaze in her eye seemed to have something underneath the thick layer of ice, another emotion just barley bobbing just into site,

Serene joy.

For a moment, Juno seemed distracted from her work, looking into her left latex covered hand. Resting in the palm of the nurse’s glove was a few strands of long, black hair. Doubtlessly belonging to Cicilia. With a quick movement, Juno cast the hair aside, letting them fall to the side as they spread across the ring floor.

For something else had caught Juno’s eyes. Something that made the ice in her eyes crack, melting away for the glee that was once hidden in her eyes.

Cicilia’s head finally, after what seemed like ages, returned from its forced journey, and the visage of her foes battered face brought such elation to the nurse she could hardly contain herself. The crimson ribbons cascading down the striker’s face warmed the cold icicles in Juno’s veins, the woozy expression brought humor to the situation, and the large, red splotch on Cicilia’s otherwise beautifully pale skin gave Juno the impression of a clown.

“Simply….Beautiful.”

That would be all Juno could say, for Cicilia would respond in her native tongue, and Juno’s fate would be sealed.

A fist, or something that could be better described as a burning meteor crushed every muscle in Juno’s stomach. The pain was indescribable, certainly nothing the cruel nurse had felt before, and had her brain been working properly she would hope never to feel it again. Her mind was blank, and the cold gaze began to melt into unconsciousness.

It took a moment, but finally the post mortem mangler went limp, hanging slightly on the striker’s fist before falling in a clump to the floor face down. She was breathing, but they were short, pained breathes, pain stabbing the unconscious woman every time her stomach expanded to take a breath….

Cicilia's eyes were frozen wide, feral and bestial as the Nurse crumbled around her hydrolic-press of a fist letting her hang there like a limp towel over a railing as she observed her crippled form. A dark sensation of contentment filled the German's heart, seeing the woman collapse into a mere broken shell. What a fool she was, thinking she could out-slug a slugger, a person who studied the art of punching her whole life! Anyone lesser than her, she would've pitied, but her... Juno and her perverse philosophy... For a conduit for such madness she would spare nothing so good-natured! With a sharp retraction of her arm, the nurse fell to floor with a satisfactory *SPLAT*, her body crumpled and wasted, but breathing. The Juggernaut took heavy breath after heavy breath to calm herself and FORCE the adrenaline filled rage infesting both her mind and body to disperse, to disappear before she found herself doing more harm to this woman than she was allowed to. She looked so... peaceful while she slept there, not a trace of the monster that inhabited that shell. If the German hadn't seen what she had done with her own two eyes, she would've felt a pang of guilt, seeing how far she let herself take it! Knowing what she knew, though, She simply stared at her blankly, that satisfaction running dry in a hurry as she knelt down beside the nurse, flipping her over on her back. Using one wrist, the boxer wiped away the blood that leaked from her annoyingly sore nose, the other gently pressing in key places along the twisted creature's chest and stomach, checking for any damage that wouldn't heal in a few days. She didn't feel any cracks or anything worse than a bruise... And that blow to her stomach WOULD bruise....

No. She didn't need medical attention. Chances are she would wake up in a little while and would be able to limp her sorry ass home. She stood to her feet, raising her now blood-stained wrist up slightly to look at, disgusted by how much damage she had taken. She had intended to CRUSH Juno before something like this happened and she had failed... Now her poor girlfriend was gonna see her nose and worry... Cicilia sighed heavily, her head tilting up to the ceiling, her eyes slowly closing. Her poor Sayumi... She REALLY had to stop getting into fights here... She HAD to start exercising with her more! Okay... this was the last time she'd come to this gym without her. SELF-PACT!

Lowering her head back down, Cicilia snapped to attention, remembering the poor woman that had gotten her arm broken by the now comatose Juno! She needed attention... and soon! The German waded through the crowd, looking for her and, if she found her, she would immediately assess her condition before arranging transportation with one of the fellow gym-goers. She certainly couldn't take her anywhere fore she didn't even own a car! She didn't trust a damn bus to take the girl where she needed to go. She picked out one of them among the crowd, choosing one that had done her a solid in the past. Believe it or not, Cicilia had made friends in her time here after she had calmed down and had people she at least trusted.

With that girl taken care of, the Juggernaut would spare Juno one last glance over her shoulder before asking one of the guys to move her to a bench so that she wasn't just laying there in the ring. She stuck around just long enough to oversee her request before finally heading home, bracing herself for the talking-too she was gonna get... That was gonna be worse than anything Juno could ever do to her.

Cicilia would find Juno’s training partner, the woman had tried to use the gyms medical facilities to help herself with her arm. Upon seeing Cicilia, the poor girl almost broke into tears, thankful that she would help her in such an intense situation. The woman couldn’t stop thanking her, and trying to help Cicilia with her nose, trying her best to ignore the incredible pain and damage the Nurse had inflicted on her arm. As if Cicilia hadn’t done enough, the woman even arranged for her to get medical help. If there was ever a hero in the world, Cicilia would be hers. She wouldn’t just take advantage of her. It wasn’t much but she would insist on making Cicilia something, maybe dinner?

No matter what, she would not forget Cicilia. In a way, the German juggernaut just made one heck of a fan girl.

But she also made another enemy that day.

It was a few hours before Juno woke up to find herself propped up on a bench, pain throbbing all over her body. The Nurses usually cool features scrounged in irritation and fury. She had lost to an intellectually inferior creature; her confidence had been her downfall and now her body had paid the price for it.

Juno would give herself a quick once over, making sure nothing was broken and that she could still walk. Perhaps she had gotten lucky, learning nothing was broken, simply beaten to scrap. The idea that the boxer may have pitied her at all disgusted Juno to no end as she limbed towards her locker to retrieve her possessions.

Changing into her regular clothes and sunglasses, she would try to leave the gym with as little a limp as possible. Her dignity had been besmirched in the ring, she would not let it be ruined outside as well. Before leaving however, she approached the front desk, asking a query in as kind a voice as she could muster.

Who was that raven-haired girl?

It took a quite a bit of convincing to get the person to reveal the girls name. Apparently, she had quite a few friends at this gym, and it was only due to Juno’s quick thinking at the fact that she looked hardly anything like her in-ring appearance that she was able to pry a name from the person at the counter.

“Cicilia…De’Reignhardt?” she muttered as she walked out into the cold night, “If we ever meet again, I’ll make you pay for this disgrace…” the cold rain that slowly began to pour were like the icicles in the incognito nurse’s blood, “I will get my arm.”

But for now,

Cicilia De’Reignhardt is victorious!