AV 18 Entropy Championship - Manami Kuroda (c) vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt

It didn't matter to Cicilia what she had to do to rip the fight out of Manami, to pry that smug arrogance off her stupid, fucking face... Whether it be folding her in half with a boston-crab or flattening her windpipe against her spine, the German felt plenty justified in ruining her fucking day after what she had done to get in the ring.

What made her mad the most was that she wouldn't have said "No" if she was ASKED. It would've been sooooooo easy to just request her presence... but no. Always the fucking hard way... always had to attack and demean her to get her.... And it always worked. So impulsive was Cicilia, she acted almost always on her anger... and she hated it..... She hated fucking Manami, she hated this fucking place... It was hard to name off all the things she hated in this moment... all the things that fed into a dark lust for destruction. Cicilia stomped Manami's head against the edge of the ring, her throat against the sturdy, inflexible ropes, determined to choke her into unconsciousness and humiliate her in front of everyone...

Cicilia's eyes suddenly shot wide as a sickening, piercing strike SLAMMED into her sex, her legs suddenly weakening as the German fell to her knees! Manami's elbow cut DEEP into one of the boxer's few solid weak-points, all that beastial strength receding like the tide as she fell...

Cicilia shivered weakly as she struggled to cope with such a cheap blow... but cope she did... and would NOT be put down so simply! The two women flashed glares of utter death and pain upon each other, as if vowing to rip the other apart before the ref could could even blink! In utter outrage, Cicilia lashed out at Manami with an utterly merciless backhand slap, showing HER all the fucking respect she deserved if it connected!

The German didn't say a word, not a single one in her vocabulary being able to express her hatred for this woman... There were only two others that earned her ire... and Manami rested safely at the bottom number 3. Congratulations, Manami... You earned the beating of your LIFE for this!

Being choked was hardly a foreign experience to Manami. She’d been fallen on concrete, been taken from the side whilst wandering darkened corners and past whispering shadows, forced to cling to life at the edge of the abyss with no end in sight. None had held her. Not once.

Being strangled on nylon ropes, however, was a fairly fresh experience. The torque, the pressure, even the irritation against the throat was an interesting sensation. It gave her ideas. But what she noticed more so, before all of that, was the humiliation of the attempted gesture, one she had no intention of letting go free. It spoke volumes of the audience’s expectations tonight that very few seemed to take issue with the elbow Manami so comfortably embedded into Cicilia’s most vulnerable and precious area. She needed this woman to learn her place and quickly. She wasn’t here as an opponent, nor an equal. She was an example, a testament to what this federation was going to become from here on. Blood and bone were on the agenda, and Manami was certain to have her fill.

The first step was getting this boorish Hun off of her back. The elbow had its intended effect, weakening the girl at the foundation and forcing her to her knees and allowed the Wolf to roll free out from under her. She let the pain go with one slight cough before she pushed herself to one knee and looked Cicila’s way. She attempted to, at least, before a backhand slap snapped her head to the side.

In the moment, the Wolf Girl was somewhat surprised by the retaliation. She wasn’t entirely sure if the girl was playing with her or genuinely thought that a reasonable line of attack. Whatever the fates, she deserved the consequences she sowed.

Manami went with the momentum of Cicilia’s slap to turn one-eighty onto all fours. Not missing a beat, she raised her back foot and shot a stiff back kick square into Cicilia’s chest, aiming to put the German on her back. Assuming she was able to get the German pugilist to fall, the wolf would turn to face her and roll forward, kicking her leg out and bringing it sharply down to bury her heel into the boxer’s stomach.

Cicilia's backhand was returned with a swift KICK into the boxer's chest, a blow that JAMMED Manami's heel HARD between her breasts, knocking the Juggernaut hard on her back! She growled in pain, dragging herself up from the pool of weakness that elbow to her privates had brought forth, using the pain from this latest attack as an anchor to help tug her back into reality! Cicilia's eyes locked onto the foot coming DOWN on her guts, the wolf-girl's follow-up as swift and sure as the creature she purported to be!

"GAH!" She coughed as Manami's boot SLAMMED into her abs like the headman's axe, the point of that heel cutting FAR deeper than the rest of her foot! Cicilia couldn't help but lurch up, her upper body folding up in response to the deep and cutting impact! Cicilia had thought herself able to just... push through whatever Manami offered, to cut through her meager attacks and get straight at the insane freak before her....

Obviously, she was mistaken. GREATLY mistaken...

That kick had imparted enough force to leave a throbbing KNOT in the juggernaut's guts, a knot that resisted the German's attempts to straighten out, to move into some kind of reasonable position! it was sharp... cutting... Much like the persona that Manami was herself...

Damn her... Cicilia growled internally as she rolled over on her side, PUSHING against the floor with one arm, raising her lower-body up somewhat while the other clutched at her belly as if it were a wound that could be soothed in such a way!

Damn her to hell...

Manami was starting to get the gist of why this particular woman was making waves across Friction. Why her matches seemed to have ripples that attracted more and more adversaries. Fighting Cicilia wasn’t simply a matter of dealing with her strength, it was the animosity as well. The more she was hurt, the angrier she was. The more angry she was, the harder she hit. A terrifying trinity. A cyclical effect. An unending, ever-shifting resurgence of power, bounded only by her body and hate.

Exciting...

Curiosity kills, but that particular rule never specifically defined who. There was so much Manami wanted to uncover, so much she wanted to know about how far this woman could really take herself. What could that rage really bring to bear? How long, how fast could it reach its peak? When were those seeds of hatred first planted?

Ah, little distractions. She had to break her opponent first. Toying could come later. Her kick landed flush, unsurprisingly. Even if Cicilia was twice as nimble as she had any right being, there were few that could match Manami. Valley learned that lesson. She would learn it too. But first, she had to learn another. Something far more essential:

Don’t present your back.

Manami sprung forward on her hands, reaching her legs out and wrapping them around Cicilia’s head, pulling the pugilist’s dense skull into a crushing clasp between her iron thighs. Assuming her lock was secure, she’d twist her hips and bring herself to a sitting position and Cicilia flat on her back. From there she could start the slow, but inevitable crawl away from the ropes, drawing the German along like caught prey between her salivating jaws.

"Grrrrgh...." The German growled as Manami clamped her legs around her skull like a spider with it's legs around it's prey, DRAGGING her in close and flipping her over on her back in one swift move! While those limbs attempted to pop the boxer's head like a fleshy nut-cracker, the wolf-woman inched them to the ropes a bit at a time... but for what purpose...? It was unclear.

Nor did it matter in the grander scheme of things. All that Manami had done was make the same stupid mistakes as every other idiot in this sport: Stay close... and immobile. The champion might've had the German by her head now but she wouldn't for long, each squeeze and spurt of pressure only serving to enrage the German more and more! As the woman had analyzed herself... pain lead to anger... anger lead to strength, that strength lead to more pain which lead back into her anger... Nothing about what Manami had done thus far had been even close to a decisive blow, the German noticed as her hangs RIPPED at the girl's thighs, nails and fingers digging deep into her flesh as she pried for an escape!

...She had to have been toying with her... Trying to provoke her... This little embrace...? She felt worse from her sister on an OFF day!

"Get off me...!" She demanded as she PRIED at her opponent's legs, aiming to force them apart from her sheer might alone! Adrenaline surged through her veins almost as much as her blood did, invoked by the vast plane of flames that had engulfed the boxer's thoughts!

"I won't... be... TOYED WITH!"

Futile, futile efforts. Was there anything more charming?

Manami wouldn’t admit that dragging Cicilia away from the ropes was an entirely effortless affair by any chance, but there wasn’t anyone in the world she couldn’t hold down. Men and women far larger than herself, they all had their weaknesses. They all realized their innate weaknesses quickly enough. Some were simply more...stubborn than others.

Of course, only an idiot would judge by appearances alone. Whatever faults Cicilia possessed physically or technically, she seemed eager to make up for with raw fury and unbridled aggression. Every pulse, every slight twitch of her arms was another pound of force she used to pry her legs further and further apart. She very well might have with a few more moments. It was cute, in a way. A little child having her tantrum.

Somebody looking for mommy’s attention?

For now, all the attention she would attract was from the wolf dragging her to the center of the ring, whose curiosity piqued further and further as she felt her legs being peeled apart inch by inch. She’d managed to get about a foot away from the center before she felt her efforts losing their effect. There was only so far she could press her thighs before her natural limits kicked in, and the last thing she needed was a cramp. What an infuriating little waste this one. Frustrating as it should have been, the Wolf Girl merely leered as she leaned into the hold, redoubling her efforts, wanting the pugilist still for a moment, only a second.

“Of course not.” Her head loomed over Cicilia's their gazes meeting for a moment suspended in time like a pin needle. “You already are.” Her fingers came up and dug into Cicilia’s eyes, raking her nails over the sockets in one swift motion. For the crowd, it may have seen as little more than a single wipe across the eyes, but for the German trapped in her clutches, the agony would prove to be anything but.

Each inch the German managed to pry off of Manami's grasp was another inch they scooted towards the center. It was only until the boxer FORCED that hold to an end did they stop moving... only for the wolf-girl to double-down on her focus, sacrificing her mobility for more power in her hold!

"RRRRGH!" The Juggernaut roared, having to put in even MORE effort in an attempt to keep those legs apart! That vice was painful and she didn't intend to go back into it... but such an attempt seemed only to hinder the German because Manami was on the move! Throwing the boxer's declaration BACK in her face, the wolf queen LASHED out with her nails at the boxer's eyes, raking them over her face with enough force to actually draw blood!

Instantly, Cicilia's arms slackened with shock, giving Manami all the availability in the world to compliment her hold! As Manami raked her eyes, the boxer's sight INSTANTLY disappeared, her wounded lids SNAPPING shut in an attempt to protect the sensory organs underneath! Blood ran down her cheeks like thin trails of tears from the wounds cut into her face as the boxer let out a gagged wail...

...But what a fool Manami was to think she had won, that she had regained the high-ground. Through this blinding red that bled through her cut eye-lids, Cicilia remembered a certain threat the wolf-queen had tossed her way, an extortion tactic to get her to come here in the first place....

Ignoring the vice around her throat, Cicilia quickly but blindly GRABBED for the wolf-queen's fingers, those that were now covered in her blood, CLAMPING each set in her vice-like grip! With every ounce of adrenaline coursing through her veins, the German SQUEEZED those fingers as HARD as she possibly could, aiming to CRACK and dislocate them in one sickening *CRUNCH*

Two fingers sunken into each eye, a trail of viscera marking the impact, a cry of anguish to make the whole room stir. Oh yes, you can bet that Manami was laughing her heart out.

It was the first of many screams she’d hoped to force from this woman’s lips tonight, and she just couldn’t resist the urge to savor the first helping. There was just something so appealing in the way Cicilia cried out, like she was choking on her own pride as it laid caught in her throat, dying to get out between amidst all the sorrow. Cicilia was certainly a proud creature.

In that case, you wouldn't be needing your eyes, would you?

Manami dug her fingers further in, felt the orbitals yield at her fingertips, surrender to her power as the invaded the Juggernaut's sockets with reckless abandon. Scarpe...scrape….scrape...

*CRUNCH*

Time froze. The world seemed to pivot on the tip of a needle as the sensation welling Manami’s finger went through a short, yet lasting renaissance of pain. For a split second in time, all she felt were the vibrations. The knuckles crack, the ligaments strained and snapped past their limits. The shock kept her still and froze time and space into a single, suspended strand. And then she screamed. Howled. A primal roar of an animal caught in a trap as her head shook from side to side and her body went into a fit of spams and flails. Her hold on Cicilia's head fell apart almost instantly under the sudden duress. Manami raised her elbow high and brought it down right on the center of Cicilia’s face before yanking her hand free.

The wolf rolled away to the side, not stopping until she was at the ropes, clutching her digits tightly as she slowly raised her head from the ground to look at her hand. One crooked finger, sunken at the knuckle and bent back at a horrible angle. Ugly. Agonizing. Lovely.

“Hah...ha ha ha...ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, you dirty little bitch!” A razor-sharp grin stretched from ear to ear as Manami rose to two feet into a hunched over stance, her eyes never leaving her damaged hand. She let out another cackle. “Would you look at that? You might actually be worth my time!”

The cry of Manami in absolutely thought-silencing agony was almost worth the sharp, cutting gashes upon and around her eyes... but not quite the elbow that struck her face in a desperate attempt at freedom! Cicilia fell hard on her side, her hands shooting up to her wounds, blood running down her cheeks in seemingly constant trails of sanguine tears! She groaned and quivered but blindly pushed against the floor with a forearm, the pain... so very similar to the knife that had taken her sight all that time ago. It burned... and cut so deep, all the way down into her bones and within those they ached.... Salty blood boiled in the wounds that had been dug unto by Manami's dull, fucking fingernails, the cuts about as clean as one could do with their fingers!

...She couldn't believe it... That had to be some kind of violation, right?? Even in Hardcore style matches, she had BLINDED HER! She had to have been disqualified!

...No whistles, no bells, not even the chastising of the ref. All was silent besides the cheering of the sick Aussies that probably thought this was all show... and, of course, for the perverse, sadistic giggles of Manami, lapping up her agony as if it were the most hilarious joke in the whole wide world.

"You brain-dead bitch!" Cicilia roared as she struggled to find her footing, her balance crippled alongside her vision! "You fucking clawed MY EYES!" She spoke as if she couldn't believe it... Fear gripped her on the inside, the possibility of permanent blindness flashing through her nerves... The first time, she couldn't even think for days she was so afraid... Now...? She was so much more... The cuts were so ugly, so PAINFUL! She could barely think through the red that was starting to consume her thoughts... and see through the red that covered her eyeballs...

There were plenty of disgusted looks in the audience now, shocks of awe and mouth fallen open as the titantron finally managed to catch a clear enough image of Manami’s crooked digit to expose to the world. It felt about as pleasant as it looked, every other slight movement of her finger forcing an involuntary wince from the Wolf Girl...making her manic smile seem as forced as it was wide. But oh, it was genuine. Every single inch of it.

For others, they may have seen this injury as some sort of detriment, some kind of liability that she would have to adapt to for the duration of the fight. For Manami, it was little more than a reminder. A reminder of all the power and brutality Cicilia could bring to bear. A reminder of why she’d chosen this woman in the first place and how rectified she should feel in this moment. Two second with just one hand, she’d forced this. What could she do when those restraints were lifted, she had to wonder?

Her wide and trembling pupils snapped to the side, looking towards the wailing and howling German spouting her curses and nonsense into the air. Were it not for the bloodrush seeping through Manami’s veins, invading her senses, she would have spared a laugh at her expense. Gotten off on the fear in her lungs. But she was past that point now. She required something more. Demanded it. Her lungs filled with the tension and her fists curled as she stomped a foot in Cicilia’s direction.

“Then do something about it!” She walked over to Cicilia’s side, licking her lips at the blood running down her cheeks and staining the canvas. There was a noticeable twitch after each step, the pain in her finger unwilling to cooperate with much of any movement. But purpose spurred her on. She needed to hunt.

“You’re some kind of pugilist, aren’t you? Have you never had an enemy take shots at your eye? Never felt your eyelids swell blood and your sight taken away? Do you know nothing about perseverance? About the will to live?” Once at her side, she’d kick the German square in the gut, getting her to fall on her back before raising her foot high and slamming down on her face, grinding the sole into her crimson-stained cheek. “This is what real pain is, Cicilia! Endure it! Live with it! Be molded by it…”  She raised her foot one more time, going to stomp down again the next instant.

"...AND STAND UP AND HIT ME!”