Damn Fans (Juno)

Yeah, Juno was faster than her. She knew this already. Cicilia, all her life, had fought people who were quicker and more agile than she was, snakes that could slither around her legs and trip her up or strike at the blind-spots she wasn't quick enough to protect. By slipping around her grab at her throat, Juno effectively changed nothing about the battle... The Juggernaut had expected her opponent would be too much of a coward to face her head-on... They all usually were. Nobody had enough pride in their ability to face a true test of a fighter... Too many times had Cicilia been struck in the back because she assumed her rivals had a code. Too many times had she fought thinking that she would get to grind her axe against a real grindstone. Just about everyone in the AFW were snakes... and so, she would treat them like ones...

The German's eyes followed Juno's as she slipped past her arm, the boxer's foot suddenly STOMPING into the ring floor, stopping her forward momentum dead. As the bluehaired-quack reached for Cicilia's long black locks, the Juggernaut whirled around, her claw-like hand clenched into a hammer as she brought it around in a blistering backhand! All that power she had built up into her run was channeled up through her upper body and into her attacking arm, all with the intent to SMASH Juno down into the floor with brutal VENGEANCE!

It would've been the most satisfying punch she had ever landed on anybody... More satisfying than Margaux, more satisfying than that one stupid half-naked chick she one-shot... To feel her hand crush Juno's skull like egg-shells... That was truly something special. If her attack had connected, the sound of the *SMACK* would've silenced the room even more than it already had! Juno had done quite a job on them before with her DAMN video but now...? They would be dead silent... No cheers, no jeers... This wasn't an act of spectacle between them... This wasn't even a wrestling match as far as they were concerned. That was merely a means to an end to allow their fight to go uninterrupted.

This... This was a genuine fight... A fight to the finish. One didn't need hateful insults and fantastical wrestling moves to figure that out... One could see it in the way they moved... the utter hatred they glared at one another. Fire and Ice...

Die... Cicilia hissed within herself as her eyes, an inferno of the hatred of every inner demon, all brought out to fuel her warpath. They were the only comprehensible words that could form within the fire and brimstone realm of her rage.

Burn! BREAK!

The entire arena had been silent almost the entire time. Only the sound of slight murmurs through the crowd could even be thought to have been heard. People talking, wondering if this was some sort of strange street fight rather than a wrestling match. Many of those in attendance were fans of wrestling and had seen many matches previously, the concept of a rivalry was in no way unheard of or unexpected. It could make for some interesting instant drama between two fighters, and many thought that was what this fight was going to be, two rival’s fighting it out.

But this…in only a few moments, the entrance, the glares, the sheer hatred killed any kind of rivalry these people had seen before. It was terrifying, like two deadly predators fixed on the same prey, and fighting to the death to protect their territory. While crowds in contact sports could be brutal, merciless and cruel, no one wanted to get in the middle of these two. Even the slightest chance that these two might focus on a single member of the crowd was too much for these people, fearing what would happen if they spoke up against this fight. This was not for the crowd’s entertainment, nor for AFW ratings. This was a formality at best, a way for Juno and Cicilia to kill one another legally.

Anyone stupid enough to still think otherwise would soon be educated in the next moment, when Cicilia’s fist cracked against Juno’s face with such force, the resounding “Smack” silenced everyone in the stadium. The sheer force that appeared to be used, it was a surprise for some that Juno’s head was still on her shoulders. The silence would not last long, as a shriek came from the referee, who moved as fast as she could to avoid Juno’s body flying towards her, the Nurse coming in like a rocket.

Juno hit the floor hard, Cicilia’s fist carrying the full force of her upper body as it collided into the Nurse. It was only due to Juno’s momentum pushing her backwards that she was able to escape any serious damage to her face, her body pulling away from the punch. As soon as her back hit the mat, the Nurse tucked and rolled, getting a few feet away before getting back up on her feet. The blow should have been excruciating, disorienting at least, but hate had a way of dulling pain and sharpening focus.

And no one hated Cicilia quite like Juno did.

Without skipping a beat, Juno rushed forward again as if nothing happened, no fear, only a red mark on her pal skin and an askew mask giving any indication she had taken a blow. Quicker and quicker she approached, until finally the fired off an almost lethal spinning kick, looking to crash her heel in the same spot Cicilia had crushed on her own face.

No longer would she be taken surprised by Cicilia’s power, the Boxer would NOT have the advantage of being underestimated as an overzealous gym attendant. The nurse has researched this disease, and she would not fall to the same symptoms twice.

To eradicate a disease…one must know everything about it, find its weaknesses, then…kill it, destroy it, raze it and everything like it until there is nothing but a healthy mind and body remaining~

The back of Cicilia's fist struck Juno's jaw with a crushing force, sending the nurse tumbling back against the floor! Wow... She never knew hitting someone could feel that good... She had felt satisfaction over the years, pounding psycho-bitches to bits but that one... that was special. The Juggernaut was quick to advance on her fallen foe, fists raised to strike her down once more but, as was the most obvious difference between them: the nurse was far quicker. Before Cicilia could deliver another crushing blow to keep her down, the twisted quick quickly spun on one leg, raising the other to deliver a quick kick to the German's cheek, striking her in the exact same location she had been a moment prior! The Boxer had no chance in dodging this blow... She never really was good with kicks, dealing with and defending against them. Being the pure boxer she was, the Juggernaut hardly had ANY experience predicting and countering blows and so... the attack went through dead on! The noise from the impact nearly exactly mirrored that of the backhand that had been thrown before, muting any excitement the audience might've worked up with the German's advantage. Not for one moment would they be able to enjoy the spectacle without first disregarding their moral cuffs that kept them from respecting the brutality of it all. One was dexterous, the other was straight-forward. One was a knife, the other a club... One thing they had in common between them was that they weren't going to stop until the other was unconscious and broken or dead... How long would it be until the watcher accepted that and began choosing their favorites?

Much to Cicilia's surprise, the kick sent her stumbling back, eventually losing her balance and causing her to fall hard on her back! She hissed in pain, a blow such as that normally stunning her... but her tunnel-vision towards Juno was such that losing focus wasn't an option. He was going to tear her down bit by bloody bit, bone by broken bone... A goal as solid and unshakable as the planet itself. Cicilia reared back on her spine before THROWING herself up, hopping back on her feet with surprising agility! The Juggernaut's eyes burned beneath her black, disheveled bangs, a small trickle of red dripping down from over her bottom lip besides the adjacent scuffed cheek. Paying it no mind, Cicilia raised her arms once more, inching towards Juno one step at a time, ready to JERK in whatever direction she might attempt to attack from, a strategy to keep her boxed in...

I will crush her to dust... Her speed means nothing if she can't match my power. I've fought quick, crazy freaks like her since day one and she will fall like the rest of them.

Juno’s heel crashed into Cilcilia’s face with enough force to send a thunderous ‘smack’ across the ring, the Neanderthals in the crowd remaining silent as the boxer stumble a few feet before falling onto her back. The Nurse watched the German fall, no joy in her eyes, no pride in her posture. Only lust seemed to be on Juno’s mind, desire to wrought as much pain from the Boxer’s body before she finally gave up, to hear her scream of desperation, only to be silenced with yet another blow. The Nurse had landed an impressive kick, knocking over the juggernaut in one blow, but it was not enough. The Nurse’s subzero stare yearned for more.

The Nurse oddly did not attack Cicilia’s downed form and let her kick back up without determent. A trail of blood ran down Cicilia’s chin as she brought her arms back up once again in a fighting stance, stepping closer and closer to Juno, trying to push the Nurse into the corner, keeping her from escaping. Juno only seemed to watch her with mechanical disinterest.

“You know, you should really be thanking me.  Once this is over, you’ll have that lavender haired whore doting on you night and day all over again… Assuming, of course, she doesn’t leave you, as she should.” Juno’s monotone voice broke the quiet hatred that had been burning in the atmosphere since the start of the match, “What a scary thought, no? The person you thought loved you leaving you at your most vulnerable? “Abiit nemine salutato” in a sense?”

Juno knew Cicilia was a hot head, its how they got here in the first place, but Juno also suspected she was an insecure individual. Surely, after an incident as serious as the boxer’s recent injuries, there had to be some strife within the relationship and with strife comes suspicion. The idea that the only woman she loved would leave her doubtlessly had come to her mind at least once, and that was what Juno was betting on, using her fear against her.

Juno approached just as slow as her opponent, though her eyes were watching her carefully, ready to use her speed not for offense, but for defense, to duck under any punches that the boxer may throw in the heat of the moment.

Cicilia's eyes nearly exploded in outrage upon Juno's next characteristically poorly thought out words... but that outburst only lasted a moment. The wild infernos that were the gaze of the juggernaut condensed and calmed, like the eye of the storm that was soon coming for a certain nurse... Her eyes were but the physical representation of fire, a gems that held stars on the verge of a super-nova, each one locked on their targets... Controlled... barely. Juno did have a point, as disgusting an admission that was... Sayumi very well might once she learns about these fights... how personal and utterly brutal they could be. She might not have a problem with who she was fighting (at least on a moral level) but she probably would have an issue with the "how" rather than the "why".

"Yeah, she probably should." She acknowledged through grit teeth. "She'd probably be safer that way, out of the reach you freaks like you..."

The Nurse questioned if it was a scary thought, a loved one in danger. Cicilia only smiled darkly.

"Oh yeah... It is. But you don't run from ants. Fake doctors... or humans in this case are nothing to me... You're nothing but an annoyance, one I've let ramble on for too damn long. A mere flea with all the nasty little diseases you bring with you... You can you have the power to hurt her... Call her what you want... But all of that only matters if you walk out of here. Now, come over here so I can shut you up!"

The Juggernaut charged in like the tank she was, suddenly bursting into over-drive as she lunged at her target shooting a quick jab at her nose to throw her off! She had stepped in, cocked her body back like she was preparing something big before her fist suddenly shot out, aiming to *POP* Juno in the nose once... twice... 3 times! Disorientation was key!

“Well, that’s surprisingly mature of you to say. I didn’t think you had it in you. Of course, I never claimed to be a doctor, but I don’t expect that much out of you, intellectually.”

Once again, Juno waved her true pride in front of the German, her education. The Nurse loved to put others intellect down, and it was a key component in her own superiority complex, thinking that because she was smarter than most, they were all inferior creatures. To Juno, knowledge was everything, and if she considered a person to be stupider than she, they were the same as garbage in her cold blue eyes.

While Cicilia was not the only person she felt this way about, she did consider the boxer to be of even lower intelligence than most, particularly when it came to social knowledge. That was one of the many reasons the Juno held such a feverish hatred for the woman, she couldn’t stand being bested by an inferior worm! It was not even her fight, and she just strolled up to Juno and won! She interfered with someone else’s business, then got into a brawl she did not need to, how the girl found someone who cared for her was a mystery of nature, at least in the Nurse’s opinion.

Following Cicilia’s order for once, Juno approached the charging boxer, easily avoiding the first jab she threw that was aimed at her head. That did not deter the Nurse’s stubborn foe, whom stepped in and looked to deliver another one of her crushing punches. Juno crouched, watched the pull of her shoulder and predicted the arc of the swing. It was a poor move, one that would result in the boxer being completely exposed to an attack. Juno would capatilize on it as soon as her fist—

*POP*

Juno blinked once as her head was sent backwards, the stadium lights piercing her eye as pain erupted from her nose. At first, the pain was not too bad, something like a burning sting, but then she made the mistake of lowering her head. The same thing happened, a fist smacking her and making another *POP* sound. The pain in her nose doubled, and it felt as if something was leaking from her right nostril.

So, it was a feint…

The blue haired woman had studied up in preparation for this fight, learning all sorts of attacks and techniques boxers used in the ring. It was a fine tactic, and Juno had fallen for it, hook line and sinker, but she would not be caught for long.

The nurse did not give herself too much time to muse, instead avoiding the third jab and stepping into Cicilia’s defense, looking to smash a knee into her rib cage.

"Call yourself whatever you want, you crazy psychotic bastard!" Cicilia roared into her jabs. "I don't care what you think of me or your surprise! Why don't you stop talking...? You're ruining..." Her first punch missed... barely, Juno ducking out of the way of the attack! "...This..." She moved in to counter the second one but was stopped dead by the second one drilling into her nose! " FIGHT!" Not an instant before her head began to cock back once more from the recoil, the German moved in to strike her again... but this time, the icy-cold nurse was ready for it! Ducking beneath the Juggernaut's fist, she slipped within the boxer's defense and DRILLED a knee deep into her gut!

"GUH!" She coughed, a small spray of saliva escaping her lips as she folded slightly over Juno's knee... "Gugh...Rrrrr!" Her jaw clamped shut, her eyes refocusing only a moment after Juno's attack had landed! Her rival had gotten stronger since their last encounter... None of her blows before had hurt that much... She could feel the muscles in her stomach begin to knot up around the knee-cap, her lungs suffering from forced exhalation! She must've been training between making that movie and breaking another woman's arms... The thought of what Juno could consider "training" repulsed her, all the broken bodies filling up the hospital beds with broken limbs and shattered vertebrae...

Oh, she would let her feel every ounce of pain she had to inflict to get this far!

With her body absorbing the shock of that knee to her stomach, the German let out a slightly-labored grunt as her arm reached out for Juno, grabbing the back of her neck and JERKING it under her arm! Without wasting another moment, she would jerk back, attempting to plant Juno's skull HARD into the the Ring floor in an absolutely merciless DDT!

“This is not a fight…” the tone was clear, clean, but the darkness hidden in it was unmistakable, like a human bone bleached clean, “This is a public autopsy…and you’re the subject.”

Their she was, Cicilia the boxer, impaled on Juno’s knee, gasping for breath as she desperately tried to maintain focus. Juno’s eyes had never looked so gone before, empty to the suffering that her hated foe was enduring. Yet still, the outlines of a smile could be seen underneath the medical mask, the look she had was one of prideful superiority. For the first time, the Nurse was standing above Cicilia, the Nurse’s dead eyes cutting into the German’s back like knifes. She burned the image deep into her memory, the sight she had dreamed of finally becoming reality as she dug her knee deeper and deeper into Cicilia’s abdomen without mercy. It was the same thing Cicilia had done to Juno, all those months ago in that gym, and it the Nurse was finally getting her revenge.

All those hours spent preparing for this fight, the constant workouts, training against numerous sparring partners, researching all sorts of different strikes not only for boxing, but for kicks as well. In a way one might consider the brawl between the Boxer and the Nurse was a good thing, as Juno had indeed improved substantially. Sadly, that only made her more efficient in snapping limbs, her kicks easily twice the power they were when she first met Cicilia and her mind three times as sharp! She knew her foe inside and out, growing stronger while Cicilia recovered from her injuries!

That was how much the Nurse could hate one person, and the lengths she would go to punish them for what they did to her.

“Oh, before I forget, I wanted to let you know how my research wad going.” Juno whispered, oblivious to Cicilia’s arm reaching around, “I have added seven arms and three legs to my “collection”, two of which came from the same subject…A pity you didn’t stop me the first time~”

Like retribution incarnate, Cicilia’s strong arm struck, catching the Nurse’s head completely. The force of the boxer’s tug was so strong, Juno’s neck made an audible *crack* as her head was pulled under the boxer’s arm. Before Juno could make even the slightest defense, the ring rushed to greet her with the force of a truck, her masked face bouncing off the floor.

Juno’s scream was…loud. When she rolled over, the once clean medical mask was stained with red, similar to a Rorschach test. The nurse seemed stunned, only lying down on the floor for a moment before slowly trying to pick herself back up.

Cicilia PLANTED Juno into the floor with as much dexterity as a wrecking ball, putting all that extra effort into her pure delivering force! THE POWER that wracked the nurse's neck sent her mask no longer held a few droplets of red... but was now stained across it in obscure patterns! She lay shocked, wounded as the German picked herself up off the floor, looming over her broken body with an expression that could only be described as wrathfully justified. As the nurse sat up, trying to get back to her feet, Cicilia responded by cocking her foot back and SLAMMING to toe of her boot under her target's chin, aiming to snap her head back and send her packing to the floor once more!

"...That's why this feels so good..." Cicilia hissed darkly. If she managed to land her kick, the boxer would fall to her knees over Juno, her legs straddling the fallen nurse, her lower body landing HARD on her stomach. She sat upon the other woman, glaring down at her with utter disregard for her life. Oh... she should not have said anything... She would've lived longer and with less pain... Now? Cicilia was contemplating which bone of hers to take for HER collection first... Perhaps she should start with the jaw. At the very least, she could work without the damn INTERRUPTIONS!

"...Those women are watching, I bet..." She whispered as she threw a vicious hook in a wide arc, aiming to SLAM into Juno's temple while she was still disoriented! "...I bet they want you to break... bleed... as they have..." The German paused for a moment, a PANG in her heart stopping her dead, a sudden surge of... regret(?) flashing across her face. There was a part of her... apparently... that didn't want what would obviously come next... The next step to break Juno to pieces... A part of her, and it wasn't a small part, cried out for her not to go as far as she, to reign herself in just this once... God... she knew she should listen... she knew she SHOULD but it was so quiet amidst the howling RAGE and desire for revenge!

Images flashed behind her eyes, scenes from the movie, that poor girl in the gym... Cicilia's eyes solidified and her expression hardened as she cocked back a fist and THREW it across Juno's jaw!

*Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump*

Fuzzy…everything was so…very fuzzy. It was like the world had become a kiddy teacup ride, slowly spinning in circles, gravity constantly shifting from left to right. The whole experience reminded Juno of her college days, back before she had gotten so wrapped up in this sport.

She had been invited to go to some local party with a couple of…friends? No, not friends, classmates, nothing more. They had taken her along, said she should be more social, meet more people, whatever THAT meant…there was drinks, and oh how shy Juno was back then, to nervous or socially distraught to approach anyone. Her classmates abandoned her, left to party while she sat in the corner, wondering why they brought her along at all. She wanted to leave…tried to find the classmate with the car to drive her back to her dorm, but he was never to be found. It was not long before she overheard the real reason she was invited.  Both of her parents were doctors, and everyone thought that she could get them perscription drugs to use.

Sure, it hurt being used, but that was how people were. No one liked Juno for her, the way she always dug into medical books, keeping completely silent in class unless it was to correct someone’s information. What she perceived as an awkward extension of help, was taken as stuck up snark from a privileged girl whose parents took care of her. No liked her, and so she considered no one to be a friend. None, except for…

Juno then felt something cold crawl down her lips, tickling them and bringing back some focus she had lost. Why did her mouth feel so wet? Was it sweat? The disgusting taste of copper was all over Juno’s tongue, the mask sealing any stray blood droplets away and turning the bleach white into a darker shade of red.

The Nurse had begun to reach into her mask, looking to wipe away the thing tickling her mouth and see why her face was so wet, when Cicilia struck again, this time using her boot to smash Juno’s chin. Like a soccer ball, Juno’s head flew backwards, the weight of her body dragging her skull down until it smashed against the floor, spread eagle. No mercy was given by the boxer, who strolled over and sat down hard onto Juno’s ribs, a slight gasp of pain was all that could be heard underneath the bloodied mask.

Cicilia…started to speak, but Juno heard none of it. Three shots to the head were enough to faze anyone, and she could only star up at the hatred in Cicilia’s face, just before taking another hit to the temple, causing a small wave of nausea to wash over the nurse.

This is just like that day…it’s going to happen all over again… what’s the point? They will just come back…let them do what they want… it will hurt less in the future.

Focus! Pay attention to what’s happening around you!

Suddenly, Juno was pulled back into the land of the living. Her head pounded like someone was smashing a block of wood against it constantly, but she was conscious. It took a moment, but her neck muscles finally kicked in long enough for them to pull Juno’s head back to where it was facing Cicilia, her blue bangs covering the eye on the side closest to the effected blow.

The boxer was just…looking at her. A moment ago she was beating her senseless and now she was just staring at Juno, with a look that…well, Juno didn’t know how to describe it, but it ticked her off just looking at it. Like a car starting, the blizzard that was Juno’s anger began to rage harder and harder in Juno’s eyes, the Nurse fully realizing what was happening and just who was sitting on top of her.

Such an outrage would not go on any longer.

Cicilia was sitting on Juno’s upper abdomen, the German basically restrain Juno’s arms and getting a clean shot to her head, but there was an important factor that the German seemed to fail to take into account. Not once in the match had Juno thrown a punch.

Like two cobra’s that were just waiting to strike, Juno’s legs came up and around, looking to tangle themselves around the boxer’s head before she could throw her final punch at the Nurse’s exposed face. If she succeeded, the Juno would have caught Cicilia in a very unpleasant submission, the legs pulling Cicilia to the floor as they turned into hydraulic presses, looking to squeeze Cicilia’s skull as painfully as possible.