Cicilia De'Reignhardt Vs Elizabeth Brooks: The Doppelgangers Clash!

Elizabeth lacked the sort of experience required to be prepared for anything. Apparently, anything included a relentless and bloodthirsty German. She tried her best to retreat and dodge from Cicilias flurry of attacks. Her success ended up being limited, to say the least. 

Right out the gate Cicilias fist shot out like a cannon. Liz was able to move her head just an inch to the left allowing Cicilias knuckles to graze her tenole instead of smashing it. She avoided the KO but was opened up ever so slightly; blood, a few droplets at a time, began to stream down her face.

The German war machine was far from done. She continued her blitzkrieg against the American with great success. With each step and throw, Elizabeth was forced back another step. Though she was in retreat Liz felt for a moment she was getting the hang of Cicilias attacks. Sure most of them were landing at least partially. A few to the gut, a punch or two to her progressivly battered face; but nothing catastrophic yet.

Just as she thought she could contain Cicilia the Iron Belle was staggered by a sudden uppercut that struck under her chin like a hammer. Her skull rattled like a marraca and her head whipped back violently. The determined girl wobbled from left to right before inevitably falling back and sprawling out on the mat, her vivacious body jiggling like an overfilled waterbed from the shock of her fall. 

The referee was quick to act. He knelt by the still veterans side and lifted her arm by the wrist. Once released her arm collapsed back to the mat like a well-cooked noodle. The referee turned to the the audience, who were dead silent, and announced "One!" With a slight grimace, he grabbed Elizabeth's wrist once again. Just like before it fell to the mat. "Two!" With the look of a person certain he would have to call for an ambulance, the ref lifted Elizabeth's wrist for the third time. This time her fist clenched tightly and she whispered "No..." 

With gritted death, Elizabeth grabbed onto the referee for leverage and dragged herself back to her feet. Having bitten her tongue because of Cicilias uppercut she stepped to the side and spit out the worlds bloodiest loogy. With this unpleasantness aside she turned to face Cicilia.

Having been put on her back in the first minute Elizabeth resigned herself to almost certainly losing. "She might get the W but shell have to take it from my corpse..." With fire in her eyes, blood on her face, and bruises scattered about her upper body the iron belle raised her fists and beckoned for Cicilia to try again. "Coom onm thenm!"

Elizabeth took the German's blows and proceeded to fall like a fucking rock, the German... almost disappointed with how quickly she fell to the floor. Pathetic, really but she wasn't surprised. Not many manipulating hags could really back up their bullshit with their mettle and it seemed that this girl was no damn different. For nearly 3 whole seconds that woman lay there, struggling to make sense of how brutally she had been beaten, the boxer merely watching her, seething quietly a foot or two away, silently hoping she would rise... and stay on her feet quicker this time!

...and it seemed Elizabeth wasn't quite done, pulling herself and using the ref as support, nearly toppling her over in the processes! Still, she rose... and that was the boxer's cue to go out her again! It was as if the bell had *DINGED* once more... It was time to push her shit in! The girl had JUST enough time to spit out the blood pooling in her mouth before the German Juggernaut was upon her again, throwing a fist out as if to punch... but it would slip past her head is if it were intended to miss! Quick-as-a-flash, Cicilia would attempt to wrap her arm around the larger girl's neck, dragging her head inward... into a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT that would SNAP her head upwards so hard, might just knock her jaw off!

...If it connected that is.

If not, and Elizabeth managed to avoid her grab, the German would instead lash out with a simple and effective straight this-is-sparta kick to the girl's chest, not at all minding those big, jiggly orbs like she normally would have! She didn't even have enough of Cicilia's respect for THAT decency... She made her cry, held her, then LAUGHED in her face...

...Yeah, she could fucking BURN.

Elizabeth barely had a second of peace before Cicilia had launched her next assault. Just as her vision was becoming clear and she tried to focus on her opponent, it was too late, the German was already in her face. 

Elizabeth thought she was lucky. Cicilia had her first cocked in an obvious fashion, probably easy to block. With this false insight, the iron belle raised her arms in defense of her already battered face. Instead of a right or left hook Cicilia transitioned her punch into a European uppercut, making Elizabeth's defense worthless. Cicilia slipped under her arms and slammed the pit of her elbow right under Elizabeth's chin.

The shock of the blow sent Elizabeth head snapping back and forth like a novelty bobblehead. A lighter girl would've been sent flying from such an impact. Not Elizabeth she floundered like a mortally damaged battleship instead. 

First her eyes rolled about listlessly, as if she saw star floating in front of her. Second her arms fell like anchors to her sides. Finally Elizabeth's knees buckled before quickly failing her. Only inches from the void, Elizabeth would've flopped face first to the mat if she couldn't find something to latch onto. That something ended up being Cicilias muscular waist.

Elizabeth gently wrapped her arms around Cicilias waist and pressed her bloodied face into her opponent's belly. With slurred speech Elizabeth pleaded with her conqueror: "I wornt give... You gotta furnish it... Marke it clearn..." 

Whether or not the finish was clean would be entirely up to Cicilia.

Just a few hits and Elizabeth was sent reeling. Her focus? Gone. Defense? Obliterated. It was like a sheet of paper fighting against an industrial press... All it took was a few moments of contact and already folded... The girl all but gave up when she asked for Cicilia to end the match cleanly, the German's eyes ablaze with disappointment... and retribution.

"...No." She hissed, cocking back both of her arms by her sides. "...You don't deserve it."

Quicker than light, the German Juggernaut's fist FLEW upwards at her opponent's stomach, planning to embed itself DEEP into her counterpart's solar plexus... but that wasn't nearly the end of it! A rapid flurry of blows fell upon Elizabeth at all angles and so fast, it was as if the German had sprouted a thousand more arms! Each connection CRUSHED into her weak and defenseless rival, each knuckle tainted and dripping with vengeance for the humiliation she had been forced to suffer at the start, for having broken her trust before they had even truly met!

"Mudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamudamuda!" SHe roared into her attack, cocking back her fist for one final blow! She channeled all her energy into this one attack, every last drop so that she might RIP Elizabeth's consciousness from her in the worst possible way...

"MUDA!" Cicilia's fist would ROCKET towards Elizabeth's cheek in a MIGHTY TRAIN-WRECKER PUNCH, a blow to FINALLY give the other woman what she wanted... and what she deserved all in one compact attack!

When she looked into her opponent's crimson eyes she quickly realized there would be no mercy. Cicilias eyes blazed furiously like two aging stars. She had seen it a few times before; Veterans in her regiment who's bloodlust was never quite sated. Knowing how vulnerable she was and how vengeful her opponent was Elizabeth couldn't help but let a bit of fear enter her heart. She took a moment to gulp and shudder. That's when the punches started flying.

The first slammed right into the iron belles solar plexus. The impact was so great her heart skipped a few beats. Yet that first shot was just an appetizer for the biggest of blows that civilian was about to reign down upon her. Like a hail of machine gunfire Cicilias, many punches tore through Elizabeths increasingly frail upper body. Despite all Cicilia had thrown at her Elizabeth was still upright. It was almost beyond belief. Here was a now completely unconscious girl with dark purple bruises and cracked bones dotting her body, yet she did not fall, yet.

Cicilia waited a moment, probably enjoying her handiwork, before delivering the final blow. With this final punch, Cicilia threw her first like a world-class pitcher throws balls. The impact across Elizabeth's face finally sent her flying off her knees and rolling over herself like a log going downhill. Eventually, she rolled onto her back and stopped.

There laid Elizabeth, spread out like an unconscious angel. The effects of Cicilias beat down were more obvious than ever. Even fans in the rafters could see she was black, blue, and red all over. Yet only those in the front row could get a gold look at the finer details.

Blood tainted drool streamed from the corner of her bruised lips. Only the occasional spasm interrupted the quick shallow and raspy breaths that escaped her lungs. Finally to add one last embarrassing cherry to this embarrassing Sunday the conservative Iron Belles bikini top had slipped off during her little tumble. She was completely unaware but her perky tits were heaving up and down for an excited crowd of onlookers.

If Elizabeth was a bit luckier that would've been the end of things. Yet the particular rules of this match required a pinfall or submission. As a conscious submission seemed unlikely she would have to be pinned.

As her opponent FELL to the floor like a ton of bricks, the Juggernaut glared down upon her ruined body, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Justice. Served.... And it felt GREAT. For what she had done at the start of this fight... humiliate her and then LAUGH ABOUT IT... Elizabeth got what she fucking deserved... The anger, the German felt blocked out the shame from the beginning... But no doubt later she would have a bad taste in her mouth from this encounter...

...Why... Why was it so HARD to hold back... Why couldn't she restrain herself! LOOK WHAT SHE'D DONE! She was so laid out, beaten bloody and unconscious, completely out of it and helpless was Elizabeth! She couldn't help but frown as the girl that shared her face lay there on the tarp... beaten...

...Memories...

"Nnngh..." Cicilia groaned, raising a hand to her face, pain flashing through her head as images long surpressed FOUGHT TO THE SURFACE, images of herself laying in a puddle of her own blood in an alley.... images of Elfrida standing over her, the German's blood dripping from her knuckles....

Without a word, Cicilia went to a corner, laid herself in it... and covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the past... to lock it all away again....

1! The ref counted! 2!

Elizabeth could faintly her the droning on of the ref from her snug spot in the void. "What's all the counting for?" she wondered subconsciously.

The referee did her job as best she could. While averting her gaze from Elizabeth's exposed breasts. "Three!... Four!... Five!... Six!... Seven!... Eight!... Nine!...... Ten!" The audience applauded. Sure the match was extremely short but it was personal, exciting, and most of violent.

The thoroughly unconscious veteran was carefully dragged by a team of paramedics onto a stretcher. One of these paramedics had the decency to throw a small blanket thrown over her chest. The Iron Belle was carried to the in-house clinic to start her lengthy recovery.

Cicilia sighed heavily as the match came to an end, the boxer sticking around to watch as the woman, who appeared to be her double, was carried out on a stretcher, completely knocked out... And Cicilia felt no satisfaction from watching her go that way... In the moment, she felt strong... She felt like she had a debt of pain to collect and that she was MORE than justified in doing so...

Now that she was watching her go... She couldn't help but feel dirty.

Yeah, Elizabeth was an asshole who was more than happy to just... LAUGH in her face when she was literally in her arms, seeking emotional support and yeah, she was stupid for trying to DO that while fighting someone like her but the fact she had crushed her so thoroughly... that she had achieved what she wanted in the moment... It wasn't something she savored... it was something she regretted.

"Damn it..." She growled softly under her breath, her voice wavering as she covered her face with her hands. "What's wrong with you... Why can't you just stop hurting people..."

CICILIA WINS VIA TKO