Gaining Momentum - Rosa 'Crusher' Cabrera vs. Cicilia 'The Juggernaut' De'Reignhardt

Rosa managed to escape, sort of. There was damage done, especially when her head snapped back after she herself managed to hit Cicilia! Unfortunately for Rosa, Cicilia set a fast flurry towards her face, the first three shots connecting as she back peddled to the center of the ring! Rosa's face was throbbing but she got her guard up to block the rest, ready to retaliate with a shot of her own!

Unfortunately for Rosa she readied a punch Cicilia hammered her with an uppercut that made Rosa's head snap back! She stumbled and fell backward, landing on her back! She rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up towards her feet. Her vision was blurry but she could see Cicilia mostly. Rosa was embarrassed that this woman managed to knock her down, training be damned. Rosa didn't show up in a wrestling promotion to be some sort of boxing punching bag.

Rosa tried to circle a bit before stepping in with a straight left at Cicilia's face followed by a right hook to the body and another left high at Cicilia's face coupled with a right uppercut of her own! Rosa was hurting, humiliated and angry. She wanted to choke the life out of this woman but she couldn't. She would have to settle for her punches this time.

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Cicilia honestly could not believe what she was seeing. She had just knocked this woman on her ass with her punch and not even a 3-count later she was up again! The German, in all her years of punching people professionally, had never seen anyone get up that fast after being knocked down. It was like she was made of rubber or something and her own bounciness brought her back to the fight! That was the kind of super-human stuff she had started to see from this place... People taking punches they shouldn't have, people with scary amounts of stamina and strength... After all those hits Rosa took and she came back for more that readily? Oofff.... This was gonna be a long match wasn't it?

The two boxers circled one another for a bit before diving back into the fight, Rosa taking the offense and going in for a straight left to her opponent's head, a punch professionally deflected by the Juggernaut! Her hook met only the toned, muscled defense of Cicilia's arms, but her return back up to her face struck right where it intended to and with all the force there in having drilled deep into her jaw. It was that... that little button press that broke something inside... Something that kept the Juggernaut from using the full potential of her vast strength... She thought it was called restraint once... A vague memory sinking into the depths of her bubbling anger!

Cicilia slowly turned her head back to face her opponent after that punch, her eyes practically on fire... That piddly embarrassment that fueled Rosa's rage...? That meant nothing to her. Nothing at all. Her ability to keep getting up? All the better... You couldn't punch someone as hard when they were on the ground... Her muscles tensed, her lips opening to reveal an almost sharp-toothed snarl as she glared into her opponent's eyes with a look that could kill... Of course, she wouldn't leave that to her eyes... That's what her fists were for!

Rosa threw a quick uppercut into the German's jaw which she just let strike her, knocking her head up... She leveled herself once again, smirking to show how little her piddly punches meant to her now, even as the tiniest drop of blood dripped down over her lower lip. With her sinister smile growing ever wider, Cicilia unleashed hook after hook at Rosa's head, left after right as she attempted to smash everything she held in manners of defense! Her punches were much stronger now, sacrificing the speed they once had for more power! She might have been a train before, but now she was a steam-roller... Slow... unstoppable. She would keep swinging until her fists CRUSHED Rosa's arms and her head behind them, adrenaline being her inexhaustible fuel!

Rosa felt her uppercut hit, as she put all of her force into it, but she looked on in shock as it barely did anything to Cicilia! She saw a punch coming putting her guard up and blocking the powerful strike. The punches kept coming and Rosa tried to stay mobile, moving back, and laterally to avoid the offense that didn't seem to stop!

Rosa knew if she guarded forever that it would be futile. She vainly attempted to step to her side sending a couple punches as hard as she could at Cicilia! However whether her strikes hit or not it didn't seem to matter! Rosa put all her power into it, trying to out-punch a powerful trained boxer. Rosa felt like she was the stronger woman but as Ciclia's punches hammered her head over and over it led to her falling back, a final punch hitting her in the side of the head on the way down as she crumpled into a heap!

Oh, the strikes hit, but the German shrugged them off along with the slight amounts of blood and spit they forced from her mouth. Cicilia had fallen back into borderline DESTROYER mode, both her mental and physical resistances blowing up tremendously! Those little punches were nothing... They stung, but no more... She would not be stopped by piddly little counter attacks like that! If Rosa wanted to fight her, she had to dig in and force her BACK!

Unfortunately, Rosa's attempts to snap Cicilia out of her anger induced trance only left her open for the punishing barrage of hooks she kept slamming her with, making her pay for ever opening up! Strike after strike she crushed through Rosa's arms, feeling her body begin to give way with each merciless strike. Each blow that didn't directly connect with Rosa's skull only fed into her frustration which only fed into her anger which only fed into her strength! Her vision continued to be constricted by the ever-shrinking tunnel that was her desire to see this woman on the ground, but her persistence would be rewarded! Despite being crushed beneath her fists, the Giantess attempted some kind of counter attack, the two of them trading harsh and brutal blows but Rosa simply wasn't MAD enough! She wasn't allowing it to get personal... She wasn't using the pain to make her enraged!

She might've been pissed she was losing but she wasn't USING IT like the De'Reignhardts do!

"RAAAAAAAAH!" She roared, throwing one last ripping straight into Rosa's face, the two of them trading punches as the giant's fist cut into Cicilia's jaw, stunning her for a moment! Her eyes shot wide as she was forced to take a step back, the woman's glove injecting a potent vertigo into her brain!

But she was on her feet... and Rosa wasn't.

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Would the Ref continue the count? Would Rosa stay down?

Rosa was down, dazed and humiliated. She was supposed to show up in a wrestling promotion to crush women, to show everyone that she was going to be the dominant force in Friction. How did she end up in a boxing match with a boxer?

Regardless of training or any other differences that were in this match, the bottom line was Rosa felt embarrassed at how easily the smaller Cicilia had taken her down. The count continued as she shook her head, trying to get up as her vision was still blurry. The wobbly Rosa tried to get up...

"Five!"

....only to fall back down! The count kept marching on, Rosa again shaking her head and attempting to rise.

"Six!"

"Seven!"

Rosa again tried to push herself up once more, but her body wasn't responding the way her brain was telling it to! The shots she took seemed to have scrambled her brain and left her in a bad state that she couldn't come back from.

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

Cicilia snapped out of her enraged state as the bell sounding her victory rung across the arena, dubbing the Juggernaut the winner in the second round! She blinked, confused, completely missing the count her eyes shooting down to the larger crusher as she struggled to even rise, then the ref who lifted her arm and declared her success! Well... that was anti-climactic... For such a big woman, she went down pretty damn fast... Bah. Whatever. Body-builders were like that, even if they wore fancy outfits and called themselves the crusher. She would keep her prejudice to herself, though as she walked right up to the downed wrestler, taking off one of her gloves so she may offer her a hand, a show of good faith. As much as her history and familial reputation would refute it, Cicilia wasn't aiming to make enemies where ever she went. Indeed, she desired to NOT have everyone she ever fought hate her later on. She had already learned her lesson where that road went.

"Hey. Good fight." She offered, a small smile gracing her lips. If Rosa took her hand, she would help her to her feet, giving her hand a good firm shake. "Maybe we can do this again after some training, huh?"

That woman came in here to crush her and ended up being beaten BADLY in return... Cicilia knew her pain, not that Rosa needed to know that. She knew what it was like to be crushed under the gloved fists of somebody so much better at this than you'll ever be. It was part of the reason she offered her hand, to help her get past the initial sting of her defeat. No need to vow vengeance when you can have a rival and maybe... a friend? Bah. That last part was too hopeful but the sentiment stood.

"Hope I get to fight you again."

Rosa had been thoroughly humiliated and trounced in a boxing match against a trained boxer. A predictable outcome but had it been wrestling or MMA Rosa was confident she could emerge victorious against her. Civilian wanted to offer her a handup, but Rosa opted to get up under her own power.

"Nothing of that pitiful performance on my part was good. I am a wrestler boxing against a boxer.
The outcome was fairly predictable although it is no excuse for my failure. Perhaps we will fight again in my wheelhouse in a less one-dimensional bout." Rosa said matter of factly before turning away, doing her best to walk straight and under her own power even though her head still throbbed.