Cicilia De'Reighnhardt vs Death Bunny!

Cicilia's elbow SLAMMED into DB's spine, the cutting force of it dropping the smaller woman down to one knee. Grunting loudly in meager satisfaction, the boxer raised up her blow again, this time to Slam it down on the girl's neck, to drop her to the damn floor but somehow... some way... the rabbit's determination surpassed Cicilia's own! As powerful as the boxer was, DB was able to recover swiftly, her hands shooting down to snatch up her ankles! The German fell to the floor with a cry of surprise as the grim bunny rose to her feet, the two of them trading positions once more like some kind of sea-saw! There wasn't much the Boxer could do to free herself... She tugged at the woman's hands with her legs, trying to wrench them free but her opponent's grip was iron. She dug in her fingers on the canvas floor to try and slow the process of dragging DB was putting her through but that only succeeded in hurting her nails!

Whatever was coming for her was inevitable... And painful to say the least! Cicilia's eyes widened in shock as she was lifted up slightly by her ankles, her legs pulled apart, exposing her crotch to the audience as if letting them know what she was going to do! It was a cruel thing she was being set up for... Cicilia recognized it. Her sanguine eyes shot from the boot that hovered in place to the cold, dead gaze of the woman who held her prisoner, the boxer's eyes narrowing in contempt...

"AAAGH! GAAAAAH! NNNNGGHHHHH!" She groaned with each stomp upon one of her most vulnerable areas, waves of sickening dull burning pain branching out from between her legs and infecting her stomach! Slow waves of nausia filled up her belly and arched into her throat after each stomp, turning Cicilia's cheeks a dull shade of green! She moaned loudly between each stomp, the strength in her body going slack as she was rendered helpless by DB's callous target.

It's official. Cicilia hated the rabbit... Not only did she judge her character and mental state throughout this match where it was unwarranted or wanted, but she had the GALL to hit where Cicilia was weakest and without a moment's hesitation! She glared up at the woman through clenched eye-lids in utter revulsion, judging her unworthy of the status she'd gotten... Only a coward attacked the breasts and the sex of your opponent. It didn't matter how strong DB was or as good a wrestler because Cicilia had lost all respect for her.

"Y-y-you fucking.... bitch...." She gasped/moaned out, her hands feebly trying to protect her crotch. "Couldn't beat me... so you attacked there.... You... you're a joke..."

By now D.B. could safely say that the moniker of Juggernaut may not have been wasted on this frenzied upstart rookie. Even after having been speared halfway across the goddamn ring with enough destructive momentum behind it to make offensive linemen wince, she was still capable of peppering D.B.'s shoulder blades with one clubbing forearm strike after another. D.B. had met some pridefully stubborn jackasses in her time, but man...this Cicilia chick was taking the cake and than some. Even if Cici WAS the one technically cornered and supposedly in dire strait, D.B. was the one needing to abandon this situation simply because Cici's forearms felt like bricks being dropped onto her spine. The Juggernaut wasn't the only one having an adrenalized resurgence of energy however, one hand grabbing each of the German's ankles before dragging her back to the middle of the ring quite literally kicking and screaming.

Despite the hollow lifelessness in D.B.'s deadened eyes, it was impossible to not feel oodles of cathartic satisfaction from the witnessing the wide-eyed look of dread-infused shock of someone who knew what was coming, but was helpless to save themselves. One stomp leading to another until several had been crunched into her vulnerable nethers, the last one having a bit of grinding friction between her crotch and the rigid treads of the bunny girls' boot before she chucked Ciclia's ankles to the side and allowed her the opportunity tend to her sore spot...and of course start whining and complaining.

"You forget the part where there's no rules, you smarmy pissant? Tell you what, next time, I'll just stomp your face in princess..." D.B. gloated whilst standing ominously over Cicilia and casting her bunny-eared shadow. Some people were just never satisfied. D.B. was giving her the fight she was bellyaching for, and now she starts bitching and moaning about fair play. The same woman who called her a "fucking idiot" and walloped the shit out of the bunny girl while she was still on her knees and defenseless. It was almost like this certifiable loon was lost in her own fantasy world where everything being done to her was an injustice and was not brought on by her own actions at all, and the more she spoke, the more D.B. wanted to bring her back to reality in as brutal a manner as possible.

D.B. immediately bent down to reclaim both of Cicilia's ankles, turning her over to lay on her back and once more elevate them into a foreboding "V" shape. The remorseless bunny girl looked left and right while the audience was already collectively wincing from what appeared to be several more incoming stomps to her poor crotch...before she surprised them all by situating one ankle in the crook of D.B.'s armpit and bending Cici's free leg behind the knee of her straight leg. The bunny girl would then flip Cicilia over and seat her curvy rump on the Juggernaut's curved spine, applying a Texas Cloverleaf submission to apply tremendous pressure to her legs and back as the referee already swung around to see if Cici felt like packing it in for the night.

Cicilia huffed and puffed heavily as DB discarded her legs with abandon, throwing the boxer on her side limply like she were nothing but a sack of sand. She grit her teeth forcing her hands away from her wounded sex out of sheer pride and willpower, refusing to display any more weakness than she could afford! Even AFTER taking all those hits to one of her weakest points, Cicilia still pressed a palm against the floor of the ring, her arm quaking as she rolled over on her front, trying to push herself back up! Trying... and failing. It was like her endless bowels of strength had betrayed her, left her at the mercy of this rabbit because she couldn't defend herself from those stomps... Her energy had drowned in the sea of nausea she had been left in, only leaving the empty rage with no adrenaline behind it.

"D-do you ever.... shut up...?" Cicilia growled, glaring up at her defiantly. "...Or... does droning on... g-get your rocks off...?" Pain wouldn't shut her down... No matter how much was inflicted or where, the Juggernaut would NEVER submit! She was tougher than this... She could take anything DB could throw at her! All this was was a game of attrition... She just had to out last her, wear her down... then DESTROY her as she wore out! DB truly had no limits, that nowhere was sacred. Even with the rules in place, it wasn't those that should've been followed anyway. Cicilia never attacked the chest or sex of a woman because that is a sacred place meant only for a special person... And so, DB's defilement was an open invitation to do the same...

Even as DB FLIPPED her back around on her back, even as the rabbit's boot dug into her pussy over... and over... and OVER again... Even as the boxer's eyes teared up and her body screamed in agony, Cicilia wouldn't even think of giving up... She only thought about how much of DB would regret being alive after she got to her feet. Speaking of feet... the under-ground rabbit wasn't even ready to let go yet. FLIPPING the German back over she sat right on the boxer's spine, grabbed a leg in each hand and preformed a BLISTERING Texas Cloverleaf, trying to wear her out!

...Cicilia did not scream. She bared her teeth, she hissed is agony, she writhed beneath DB like a fish out of water... but she did not scream. Not anymore. She refused. The Juggernaut's power slowly bled back into her, eventually coaxed back by her hatred for this woman... Even further down beneath this see of sickening pain rested pearls of power, forged by the pressure they were under. The Juggernaut gasped heavily as she clawed hand after hand towards the nearest ropes, letting the suffering of her body generate the adrenaline needed to free herself...

It was a macabre... DARK ritual but this is what it meant to be tough. Pain meant NOTHING! She was stronger than it... She was stronger than DB! Cicilia reached for the rope, fingers clawing for it, fighting DB EVERY BIT OF DISTANCE! She fought her in her mind... and she fought her with her form. DB WOULD not beat her! She would never allow it! She didn't DESERVE it!

D.B. couldn't deny that it was sorely tempting to revisit an old favorite and continue stomping away at Cici's freshly trampled nethers to really make Cicilia regret getting up this morning. And while it may have done more immediate damage, it also may have meant being subjected to more of Cicilia's flawed logic and bitchy whining. That alone persuaded D.B. to get more creative with her next offensive gambit, to the begrudging disappointment of the section of the AFW audience who were more fixated on the mindless violence aspect of the match, and less so on the technical logistics of it all. D.B. hadn't forgotten that the Juggernaut here struggled like hell in all the wrong ways to escape that earlier submission...so that was definitely a strategy worth revisiting. Coincidentally enough the last person she slapped this leg wrecking submission was none other than the Swedish nuisance herself, Cecilia...the other one. The Northman. Certainly an odd coincidence, but not one worth being distracted over while attempting to put this Cicilia down for good.

A speck of sweat dripped down D.B's forehead as she concentrated on maintaining her crouching balance, continuing to strain and wear out the muscled fibers of Cicilia's legs while arching her spine at an unnatural angle. Reaffirming her hold took some shifting footwork on D.B.'s part once Cicilia started her mindless squirming and flailing, but whether she screamed or not, the damage was being done and her body was being wracked with all types of unmentionable pain...at least until she was being forced to scoot backwards thanks to Cici finally started making some headway in her crawling efforts. Her never say die spirit earning her swelling chorus of encouraging chants until she finally reached her tethered salvation. The patting on her shoulder by the referee indicated as much...not that any of that mattered to bunny reaper.

No rules meant D.B. could maintain the hold for as long as she wanted without fear of disqualification. Every second being drained from the submission as D.B. gnashed her teeth to the booing fervor of those in attendance who rallied behind the resilient rookie. Eventually she huffed out a deep breath and shoved Cicilia's legs to the floor, only relenting her once balance was beginning to waver and she was going to collapse eventually anyway. The bunny-eared reaper predatorily prowling around Cicilia with feral eyes and clawed hands until she opted to return an old favorite. D.B. clamped onto the top rope and proceeded to ferociously stomp down upon Cici's spine, head, legs, butt...all culminating with a reared back punt straight to her abdomen to politely coax Ciclia into falling under the bottom ropes and outside of the ring.

"Get the hell out of my ring!!!"

Cicilia crawled towards the ropes for some kind of escape, any escape to cease the damage done to her spine and legs! She reached out and grabbed at the ropes, managing to wrap her fingers around one... but that would not do her any good. No rules in this match, no disqualifications. No matter what happened to them, so long as they were alive and breathing at the end of the match, there would be no one stopping them.

DB let go not because of the Ref's gentle encouragement, but because her own strength failed her, dropping Cicilia to the ground with a heavy *THUMP*, the rabbit escaping her role as prey to prowl about her own, watching with a sharp, hungry gaze. The Juggernaut hissed and snarled like the monster DB pretended to be, slowly starting to push herself off the floor. God, the Burning ACHE in her limbs that followed nearly brought fresh tears the boxer's eyes! ...Almost. She wasn't going to quit... Pain like this was NOTHING! She had taken worse punishment twisting her ankles! She knew what true pain was... She had nearly lost an eye, stabbed in various places and broken a lot of crucial bones. She had been awake for most of it, the temptation of crying for mercy, for forgiveness close on her lips that day. It was a matter of personal shame, how badly she had been beaten. Despite the odds, despite the weapons, it all weighed down on her pride that she could be crushed by such cowards.

Cicilia made a personal promise to herself that it would never happen again. Against one, against 5, it didn't matter. She wouldn't suffer that defeat again. She was NOT a failure! She was strong, god-damn it! She crushes people's dreams of victory professionally! She WAS a tank! Images of her blood leaking out across the wet, puddled ground of the alley, how her life fled her body... She remembered crying that her sweet, innocent Sayumi would suffer at the hands of these freaks once she was gone, how she would leave her with nothing but a legacy of torment...

Speaking of which...

DB bashed her spine with all the mercy of a tarantula crushing it's prey in it's jaws. She demanded she get out of 'her' ring and the German was all too ready to oblige, her body already flying out of the ring as she was shoved, gravity taking her in it's insideous arms soon after!

*CRASH*

Cicilia grunted softly as she landed among a small pile of weapons, their presence not exactly softening her impact. There were all sorts of goodies around here from kendo-swords to metal scrap such as pipes but nothing barbed or edged, nothing that could deal any killing damage without significant force and intent applied. One such item brushed against Cicilia's fingers as she tried to push herself off the floor of the arena, a single wooden knuckle-duster laying there in front of her...

"...No rules, huh...?" She whispered, pushing herself on one knee, her back too the rabbit as she deftly, subtly slipped the weapon over her fingers in an attempt to hide it from the rabbit. DB had no honor... She saw no reason to treat her to the same courtesy. The time she was taking getting up, however, wasn't merely for show... Her legs... GOD her legs... Even kneeling now was fucking TORTURE, her tendons and joints resisting her at every god-damn turn...

"F-fuck... me..." Cicilia gasped under her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. "D-damn it... I... I'll get her... I must..."

Regrettably, much like how her Texas Cloverleaf submission didn't have Cecilia Northman tapping out her submission, this Cicilia would repeat that same irritating pattern of enduring the leg bending agony just long enough for DB to relinquish the submission hold of her own accord. But at least this time, DB wasn't blindsided by a lead pipe straight to the back of her bunny-eared head and was practically put into a coma after being choked out herself. There was a lot about that momentous night that D.B. would rather forget, but even having her noggin clocked from behind couldn't erase those bad memories.

Though it did provide the bunny-eared reaper with an abundant supply of repressed frustration that she had no issue with unleashing upon the first person who pisses her off. And Cicilia had already more than justifiably earned her ire from being such a pig-headed pain in the neck. D.B. could at least give her credit for being a damn resilient sucker, the Juggernaut already shuffling back to her hands and knees after having her back contorted over itself and her legs twisted into pretzels. Most other, sane wrestlers would have taken the opportunity to swiftly roll under the bottom ropes and make some distance between themselves and the person taking liberties with their spine. D.B. sucked her teeth in gritting annoyance from having to deal with such headstrong stubbornness...therefore, as a part-time wrestling coach herself, she opted to imbue a quick lesson upon this lunkhead of a rookie and teach her how to properly exit a ring...by means of the underside of her boots. Each stomp somehow feeling more satisfying than the last until Cicilia eventually got the big picture and rolled to a safer sanctuary.

"By the way...beating the snot out of whinny pissants like you...that's how I get my rocks off." D.B. snarled out after following the hobbled rookie outside of the ring by stepping over the top rope and hopping down. The wear and tear on Cicilia's legs couldn't have been more noticeable considering it was taking her ages just to get semi-vertical again...if that's what you could call that wobbly posture of hers. The predator in her honed in on that weakness and went off sprinting right in her direction, intending to duck low at the very last second and ram her shoulder into the back of Cicilia's wobbly right knee.

"...Is that right...?" Cicilia growled, picking up on DB's positioning. With all the weapons scattered around, covering the arena, DB's movements were easily detectable as her boots gently knocked and rattled them away as she made her move towards the boxer. Not to mention her taunts were giving herself away. The German Juggernaut turned her head to gaze over her shoulder, her sanguine eyes glinting defiantly in the low-light of the ring's exterior. The rabbit burst into a sprint, her speed almost blinding as she charged down the boxer, more like a bull than her namesake. Predictable... How could that be? How could she anticipate DB's movements? Because she would have done something very similar had she been in her position. The Boxer whirled around to face the oncoming train, Cicilia's wood-covered fist cocked back in preparation... anticipating it's arrival. Her legs still shook, burned, Muscles almost gelatinous in their protests to that sudden movement. The pain... It was more aggravating now that it was debilitating but that didn't make the weakness it brought any lesser. She was almost hesitant to do what she had planned to do, to stand against DB like this without the full use of her legs... Most of a punch's power comes from the lower body and if most of that is crippled... Would she be able to stop her?

Did it really damn matter? Fuck the uncertainty! She was going to do it anyway!

If DB continued her mad charge despite the position change, Cicilia's would take a shaky... then firm step towards her, swinging her weaponized fist around to SMASH into DB's jaw with a Knock-Out hook! It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but the strength of the punch wasn't as much as it could've been, what with her legs still not obeying her properly but that was what the knuckles were for! She had to make up for the lack of power somehow! Without them... She doubted she would've been able to keep the mad-rodent at bay!

"Try not to choke on your fucking foot, Rabbit!" The German roared as she hurled her counter attack!

The popular opinion amongst the general public was that the concept of "tunnel vision", wherein you obsessively hone in on one objective or desire to the point where you are incapable of noticing or taking into account anything else that's happening around you,...was a negative trait. But D.B. could see the benefit of having such unadulterated single-mindedness...especially in situations where you're life depended on you beating the person across from you within an inch of theirs. Where the slightest hesitation, misstep, or wandering thought could end up costing you something more than any sane person was prepared to pay. And while a brightly lit AFW stadium teeming with hundreds of wrestling fanatics wasn't exactly the grimy basement of a dilapidated warehouse rife with petty gamblers, lowlife thugs, and general overall degenerate gangsters...some habits were just kinda hard to drop.

Hence why when D.B. noticed the quivering legs and slumped over posture of Cicilia's, she instinctively dashed straight ahead with nothing but malicious intent and a boiling desire to see those legs become even more crippled than they already appeared to be. The bunny girl not even taking into account the cornucopia of destructive delights splayed all around them. Blunt weapons that the majority of which could do the job exponentially better than just a charging shoulder tackle. But such was the concept of "tunnel vision", the bunny reaper acting on base instincts and charging forward...

*SMACK*

...without much thought. Cici's cocked back fist walloping D.B.'s cheek from the side and twisting her in place for a spinning 180 degrees turn, spittle flying to the side as she staggered over criss-crossed legs before beginning to groggily lurch back to the ring with stark-wide eyes. A rattled skull and warbled senses didn't make her wobbly trek any easier, but eventually gravity won this battle and D.B. sluggishly collapsed to the matted floor. D.B. didn't know what hit her...scratch that. She knew what hit her...but she didn't know not much of anything else at the moment as she struggled to regain her bearings.

Cicilia's counter attack had as much effect as she could have ever hoped for, the punch she delivered hitting DB so hard, her upper-body practically spun all the way around... before collapsing in a heap. The German smirked at that. Served her FUCKING RIGHT for talking to her like that. Her holier-than-thou attitude, acting like she was superior just because she had a better poker-face. Fucking idiot... Whinny pissant her ASS.

"Fuck off, you self-important bitch!" Cicilia growled, forcing herself up on her tortured legs, using her sheer will to make them stand firm! "This fight isn't over yet!" She couldn't even tell of DB heard a word she said from the look of it, she was completely out of it. Whatever.... FUCK her! She deserved it, lying there like a fucking sack of sand and dirt! Just like one of those, Cicilia would pound her flat. It wasn't as if she had completely brushed off the pain she had been dealt, however. Her arm still ached and screamed, tightening at the joints as if to deter more movement, agonizing swelling in the muscles in a desperate attempt to prevent further damage. The same was with her legs, but their toughening under pain wasn't at the same level of her arm yet, still weak... clumsy. It didn't matter to Cicilia. It should, but it didn't She had felt worse. She was stronger than THIS! DB was just one woman. She had lived through a beating from several men with deadly weapons! She wasn't going to let this idiot beat her... Not in her mind, not in ability and certainly not in strength!

Cicilia would walk up to DB, cocking her foot back and SLAMMING it into her jaw, hoping to flip the woman on her front fully. Once she had, the boxer would remove her wooden knuckle-duster, tossing it to the floor before throwing punch after punch after punch into the face of the purple haired rabbit. She had nothing more to say to her. Not insults, not justifications, nothing. This woman wasn't worth her time. Get her rocks off by beating down people like her... What a joke. The Juggernaut glared down hatefully at the woman below her, a very similar hatred to the one directed at Alexia.

I hate you... within her mind echoed, flowing through her veins, powering her attacks. I hate that people like you exist!

That metallic taste in D.B.'s mouth was an all too familiar sensation that practically took her on a nostalgic excursion throughout her past life. Spitting some bloodied saliva into the padded mat below her confirmed what she tasted, the rattled reaper being introduced to the floor for the first time by this brawling bruiser with anger management issues. There was far more pepper on that strike than D.B. could have predicted, her discombobulated thoughts eventually putting several pieces together until she realized that Cicilia had a knuckle duster to thank for all of this. Just D.B.'s luck for Cicilia to find the perfect tool for this rage-fueled Juggernaut amongst all this scattered weaponry at ringside. Both in terms of her particularly pugilistic fighting style, and how it was practically effortless to conceal until it had already rattled some skulls.

...it was kind of funny, actually. D.B. finding some macabre humor in all of this as a morose grin was etched upon her darkened face with the side of her cheek pressed into the floor. Luckily for her it to didn't hurt to smile just yet, the adrenaline felt from the surprise factor of the haymaker had put her in just as much overt shock as throbbing pain. But no sooner was one gloved hand being spread out on the floor for an aided push upward to get her head of the floor, as Cicilia came along to keep her painful momentum going. The stiff boot whipping D.B.'s head to the side with a heaving groan and flipping her over like a flapjack, that rattled dizziness all coming back to her as she grimaced and shuffled one leg upward at the knee. Her chest rising with every breath taken through her parted lips.

Feeling Cicilia mount her stomach couldn't be a harbinger of good things to come. And D.B. was proven regrettably right as what seemed like a flurry of fists began making unblocked contact with her head, a faint spray of sweat and blood from her mouth sent flying to the side. D.B.'s mounted frame jerked and jostled from all of the really brutal hooks and straights, her own groggy arms only raising at the elbow and patting the side of Cicilia's waist should they find them. Numbed over senses meant that D.B. wasn't going to be putting up a tangible defense in this position, and the cheering fans hoping to see an upset voicing their support behind the rookie now in a quite literal seat of dominance.