Fight To Protect The One You Love! Juno Sawyer vs Cicilia De’Reignhardt

Juno Sawyer Vs. Cicilia De’Reignhardt
Scheduled for tomorrow at 1:30pm.
Participants will be in a Standard match, with standard rules.
Please be sure to arrive early with enough time to change into your preferred attire and prepare for the match.

We look forward to your performance,

-AFW Management.

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Juno continued to stare at the email that had been sent early that morning, the light from her phone illuminating her dark room. She was reading the email from her phone as she sat under the covers of her bed, staring at those words. Ever since she had read that message earlier that day, a creeping feeling of dread had been growing inside of her. It had gotten to the point where she had pulled it up for the tenth time that day to read its contents, as if hoping by some miracle its information would be changed, and someone else would be scheduled to face the German War machine.

Juno had already squared off with Cicilia two times before, and both of them were likely the most humiliating losses of her entire wrestling experience. The first time they had fought, it was in a simple gym. Juno was doing…she couldn’t even remember anymore, when Cicilia stepped in to stop it. Juno thought she was just a common gym goer, and expected a quick and clean victory. Her plans went off the rails almost as soon as the fight started, and the raven-haired girl took every kick, strike, and hold like it was but wind in the face. The only thing that proved effective was Juno’s greatest weapon, her submissions, but even Cicilia was able to overpower those. Juno lost, knocked out and left unconscious in that gym. Even Juno couldn’t believe what she ended up doing for revenge afterwards. So fueled by her loss, she convinced herself that the gym incident was a fluke, something that came from Juno’s underestimation of her foe and lack of proper planning. She stalked Cicilia, learned her information like who she was seeing and where she lived. She had even acquired photos of the woman and her lover. All this while she trained harder than before, becoming faster, stronger, and far more resilient. Finally, after playing mind games and finally challenging the German to an official fight…she lost again. It would not be until after the fight that Juno would learn Cicilia had been in the hospital a few weeks prior for multiple injuries…She lost to Cicilia after she trained and planned for months on end, only to be beaten by a boxer who was hardly out of the hospital.

The experience absolutely shattered Juno’s pride. Her best day actually could not beat Cicilia’s worst day. The whole experience caused her to fall from the high opinion she had of herself. Her losses were racking up, and she still had no wins to pull from. Even in her most recent match with Priscilla Haynes, the Nurse had lost via a tap out, which she couldn’t really recall. She had taken several blows to the head, which the AFW doctors attributed to the patchy memory. From what she understood, she had actually gained infamy from that fight, but to her, she was quickly falling into the “Jobber” status, destroying what little self-respect she had left in her craft.

Then this email came along, and all of the negative feelings, the sour hatred of the German, the pity she had for herself, and the scars of humiliation were all swirling inside Juno to the point that she could not eat, nor sleep. It was already 11:30pm, and she couldn’t close her eyes. She did not want tomorrow to come, for that would surely be the execution of her career. If she went to fight, she would undoubtedly get beaten to a pulp, berated for her failures before getting hit with one of Cicilia’s many finishers and be left unconscious on the floor…for the third time.

Juno finally had enough. She threw her phone as hard as she could, the small device impacting against the wall, causing a slight intent as it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The woman buried herself underneath her pillow, hiding her head and hoping that a solution would present itself to her painful predicament.

Why? WHY?!?

I LEFT THAT BITCH ALONE! WHY IS SHE COMING BACK?!? I didn’t do anything! I left her lavender haired whore out of it! I haven’t even done any more “research” since that fight…why is this happening to me?!?

She had to go. She didn’t want to, but she knew she had to, lest she be branded a coward. If she stayed home, she would be a laughingstock, no one would ever take her seriously again. She would go down as a cold nurse who couldn’t stand up to the heat, and that humiliation was on par with getting beaten down, but at least she would still have a job in the other scenario.

“I don’t wanna go…” She whimpered to herself, muffled by her pillow and covers. No warmth came from them. She remained there, shivering alone in her blankets, fearful of what may happen tomorrow.

”Don’t go then~”

Juno’s body stiffened upon hearing those words. The voice spoke in a calm, caring manner, like whoever it addressed was its one joy, it’s one true love in the entire world. It was a voice Juno recognized, but had not heard for a very long time.

Slowly, as if scared to find what was waiting for her, she poked her head out from under the pillow. Her home was completely dark, her eyes had yet to adjust to the shadows of night. The air was still, with the only noises to be hard was the quite ticking of the clock. Juno held her breath, listening, wonder where that voice had come from, trying to discern any foreign noise at all.

But there was none.

Was her fear causing her to hear voices? Why would the voice speak with one she recognized?

It was her imagination, her lack of sleep. Nothing more. Her mind was delusional from fatigue and fear, nothing more. This, she kept telling herself over and over…but as her eyes adjusted to the deep darkness, her eyes were drawn to a corner. It was the blackest corner, the one farthest from the moons light. It was impossible to see inside its extreme veil, but Juno could not help but see an outline. It did not move, nor did make any noise. It hung there…as if it was staring, waiting. Juno’s heart began to race with a much faster pace. This had to be an illusion, simply HAD to. Yet, she dares not speak, in case it was not. Her eyes simply stared into the dark abyss, wondering what was inside.

Cicilia?

Her eyes narrowed. Why had she thought that? Or did she say it? The room seemed as quiet as it always had been. Nothing moved in that dark corner. She stared at it for a moment longer, and finally slipped back under the pillow. If something were to happen, she preferred it happened soon.

I don’t want to be used anymore…not for drugs, not to further someone else’s career. Not for a punching bag…I-I…don’t want…You won’t~

Finally, the fatigue setting in, the woman closed her eyes and began to sleep. Her mind wandered from a nervous fear, into a place of dark slumber, where monsters were only imaginary, and yet the demons still came out to play.

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The stadium was filled with excited patrons looking forward to enjoying an evening of watching their favorite activities. Tonight was something special, as the two competing against each other were both said to be rather violent fighters, and both of them hated the others guts. Juno Sawyer and Cicilia De’Reignhardt. The ladder had made herself known by facing off in a number of challenges and major events, taking all kinds of competitors an emerging victorious when the odds seemed stacked against her. The former, while not having nearly the history her opponent did had still left an impression on those that had seen her. Both had a history of letting their matches turn rather violent, and while some in the audience was looking forward to the fierce battle ahead, many others feared what was to come.

Those that were aware of Juno knew she had a penchant for creating horribly disturbed video’s that seemed customized to prod and provoke her opponent of the night. As a projector began to light a thin ray above the entryway, many who had seen her previous work braced themselves for what sick imagery may be birthed onto that reel showing.

The first thing that came to life was the music. it was strange, very much like a carnival in its melody, but the pacing seemed far more serene and gentle. The video remained black for the first few seconds of the song before two figures emerged on both sides of the screen. It was two girls, with one being slightly taller than the other.

Amazingly, the creatures were…not exactly human. It appeared someone had made strange puppets out of paper, creating a strange, two-dimensional stop motion video. Stranger still, the camera would only go so high as the paper girls’ mouths, never showing their full faces. The background was still completely white, with only a red line indicating a happy smile on the girls faces.

The paper pair seemed to know one another, as they did not hesitate to lock their hands together as the mysterious music continued to play. The pair smiled at one another, embracing each other lovingly as pictures of them began to appear in the background. A birthday from years past, a classroom with two desks next to each other, a dinner table with plates strewn about, a swing set with one girl pushing the other. The paper beings seemed to reminisce with each picture from there past, giggling and holding one another fondly. By all accounts, the beings were inseparable, at least judging by what was show.

Suddenly, the melody began to slow, lowering in tone for a brief second. The Beings seemed to notice something, there smiles fading away as another being approached. The view cut away to a new figure, this one wearing a medical mask, its blank, empty eyes staring at the audience without saying so much as a word. The masked creature reached out it’s hand, which was covered in a latex glove. The camera returned to the paper pair, but the glove had grown to an enormous size. The glove began to reach down, looking to snatch the paper girls up. Just as the glove was about to seize them, the taller girl pushed the smaller paper creature away, letting the glove grip her in its clutches. Immediately, the glove began to drag the taller one away into the black abyss of the background, the smaller one desperately reaching for its comrade. One by one, the memories in the back began to crack and fade, reshaping themselves. The birthday no longer had two smiles surrounding a cake, but an empty chair, with the smaller creature huddled alone. The dinner table had dissolved the second plate, leaving only one meal to be eaten, and the swing set that held so much love previously went grey, dulled away from unused.

The smaller paper girl screamed silently, running for its comrade as the glove pulled it further into the deep darkness. Desperately, the taller one reached for its companion, blue tears rolling down what could be seen of its cheeks and creating a trail. The smaller one raced as fast as it could, but the glove would eventually drag its victim off screen, leaving the small paper girl alone, sitting in a puddle of blue liquid its comrade had made from the tears it shed.

As the music died down, a thin outline appeared behind the weeping girl. The girl did not seem to notice, her face which once only held a smile was now covered away by her hands. Just before the music finally finished, the outline moved, wrapping its arms around the shoulders of the weeping creature with a familiar smile, the one of its lost companion. The screen faded to black, with white text appearing afterwards…

I will always be with you.

The lights grew back to life, and Juno had once again found a way to slip into the ring unnoticed. Her head was hung low, looking at nothing and no one. Her body was wrapped in a medical jacket, and she hardly moved as the video ended.

???Juno???:

Many were surprised, the video was sad indeed, but not the disturbed violence that the nurse filled her videos with. What was running through that cold mind? What exactly did the video mean? Many of the audience members speculated and theorized, but would soon quiet down, waiting for the next competitor to enter the ring and see how she would digest such an odd message from a hated enemy.

Match Type: Standard
Win Conditions: Pin, 10 second K.O., Disqualification, Submission


Cicilia had thought herself rid of Juno Sawyer, what after beating her stupid, blue ass into the ground twice already. Perhaps her one, true win against the freak herself, the Juggernaut had assumed two crippling defeats would've shattered the woman's resolve to get back into the ring with her....

...But she was wrong.

Sometimes, the German loved AFW. It was the company that brought she and Sayumi together, the company that aided in Cicilia finding real friends that gave a damn about her... Then it was also the company that threw her against the sharpest, most jagged rocks in it's collection for just a few more views. Cicilia would admit that she had no idea whether or not that blauhaarige schlampe had a hand in this... but every cell in her body pointed towards the "she did" option.

Cicilia was back at home when she had gotten the text, getting ready to go to bed with her lover, her phone had went off... Much like any owner of such a device, she went to check it one last time before bed... and found the scheduled fight... The boxer stared at it quietly for at least a minute and a half, trying to just... process what she was seeing. She had just gotten used to the quiet she had been granted, the freedom from the insanity that plagued her earlier career.... Her guard had been let down, her inner termoils exposed and bleeding to be dealt with... only for this.... THIS match to strike her where she was weakest. The Juggernaut's good and even hopeful evening was soured in an instant, her peaceful smile mutating into a pained frown. Couldn't she... just... refuse...? Yeah, it would hurt her prospects in the future by turning down a job but... was it worth getting in the ring with JUNO again?

It didn't matter. Money was tight. Even though Mariah had wiggle-waggled around her contract so that she didn't have to work on the side anymore, that didn't mean their lives were as easy as those with blood-money to spare. Cicilia had been doing her best to keep them comfortable, taking as many fights as she could get her hands on and she was only JUST making enough... To turn down this fight...? A feud-battle that paid this well at a time such as this...? She would not... COULD not allow herself to be that weak... Even if she had to fight herself to do it, the German would bring home the bacon... It was her job as a good girlfriend, wasn't it...?

It was only shortly after this inner turmoil was "resolved" did her partner tug her away from her phone, the two of them making their way to bed for at least some peace before tomorrow... But even her most precious Sayumi couldn't curb the anxiety that gnawed at her guts...

...And here they are today...

Spoiler:

Cicilia watched backstage as Juno's little show played before her, that sick little talent of the nurse's playing out onstage... This one, the boxer didn't know how to feel. The last one Juno crafted was personal, attacking Cicilia's most precious... and admittedly vulnerable weak point with bloody sadism! This one...? Yeah, it was sad but it didn't affect her nearly as deeply.

...Something was off here. There was something she wasn't getting. What was it? The Boxer's sanguine eyes narrowed as the lights faded back to their normal brightness, Juno with her head-downcast standing in the center.

"Verdammter schleicher..." She hissed under her breath, something about how still the woman was making the boxer's skin crawl... "Was fehlt dir...? Was vermisse ich...?"

Cicilia winced as she snapped out of her trance with the start of her own theme, the German revealing herself to the crowd... but her gaze was only locked at the maniac before her... She wasted no time making her way down the ramp... fore if she did, she might just end up walking the other way instead! Almost half of her whole being was telling her to NOT fight this... that something in Juno was way above her pay grade... The other half arrogantly assured her that this would go down the same way as it always had... It was an internal battle with every step... But her stronger side won each fight...

Slipping under the bottom rope, Cicilia rose to her full height, raising her hands INSTANTLY, her fingers balled up into fists! She wasn't taking any fucking chances... NONE. She couldn't afford it, she felt... She said not a word... None to mock Juno nor to chastise her. Cicilia's quiet fear didn't control her legs and arms... but they certainly had a grip on her throat.

The Nurse in the middle of the ring continued to stare down at the floor, as if she had been shamed just by being there. Even as the lights went from dim, to bright, to the fantastic show that was her opponents’ entrance, the only thing the woman did the entire time was wrap her arms around herself, hugging her body as if she was cold, despite the medical jacket she wore. Upon closer inspection, she was shaking, but few could really describe it as shivering.

Cicilia’s careful, yet heavy footsteps sent vibrations into the ring. ??Juṉø’s? head moved ever so slightly, her gaze more fixated on Cicilia’s footwear rather than the person who wore them. With every step the boxer took, the Nurse’s head adjusted itself to track her right foot. It was a passive gaze, like an animatronic following a target. No meaning behind the action…

“It’s been so long~”

ﾌuṉø hugged herself even tighter, finally looking at the woman who entered the ring. For the first time since the two had met, their Aura’s did not clash. Cicilia was still a raging inferno of power and anger, her stance making it clear that she did not expect a clean or fair fight from the Nurse. The German looked ready to pounce and beat her foe to a bloody smear, then get out of the ring as soon as possible. Normally, that fiery attitude would clash perfectly with Juno’s cold, egotistical nature. An ice queen against a hothead, a striker against a submission’s expert. Some would say it was an interesting pair, but tonight was different from the very start.

The Nurse’s gaze finally climbed up to meet her German opponents. Her latex covered hands finally released herself from her tight embrace, standing to her full height as she peered at Cicilia’s features.

Those eyes were not Juno Sawyer’s eyes.:

The gaze was not cold, nor hateful as it had been so many times before. In fact, it was clear that the woman was smiling rather warmly underneath. That was the only thing that could be described as warm. Everything else was empty. Her icicle eyes were gone, only an empty pit remained in those pupils. Rather than a frigid aura of hostility and hate, it was like a void of static, eating up anything that came into contact with it. The excitement of the crowd dissolved and dissipated around this woman, even the hellfire that was Cicilia’s disgust seemed to be swallowed up in the strange, alien void this woman had begun to produce, and yet she appeared to hardly notice. Those empty eyes looked deep into Cicilia, but did not see her. The Nurse looked right through her, the static filled void growing steadily.

Her hand moved, leaving her side only to wave sweetly at the boxer. She seemed unconcerned that her powerful foe was already in a tight stance, though she made no attempt to approach her. The Stranger remained silent, only waving and smiling at the boxer. No threats of violence, no vows for revenge or self-pity from the previous fights…not even bragging about broken bones or monologuing her perfect abilities.

Just…

That…

Stare…

Cicilia had expected some crap-talking bravado Juno usually came packaged with, some kind of supposed-to-be intimidating rhetoric that ran down all the reasons why one should fear her... Connections, experience, trophies she's taken, fight's she's won...

...Silence...

Nothing but an endlessly deep blank and empty stare that seemed to consume and snuff out any rage the boxer had came with! Cicilia had walked into this fight expecting fuel for her fires, kindling Juno had been so ready and eager to provide her before... but now? She was a black hole... consuming all her fire and revealing the charcoal that quaked nervously underneath! Cicilia found herself horribly, horribly lost in those empty blue eyes, her own sanguine ones practically quivering in fear... sweat beaded and ran down the side of the German's face as she was left helplessly in the non-existent grip of Juno, the Nurse... Whatever possessed her now was FAR scarier than the loud-mouthed heel she had crushed twice before...

Even Margaux didn't look at her like that...

There was always an ugly, sadistic pleasure in her miscolored eyes, her smirk dark, yes... but not that empty, meaningless robotic, inhuman embodiment that took over Juno's features! It was like looking into the face of an arachnid, those souless eyes that seemed to eat everything they gazed upon...

She would've taken an inferno of hatred to this... She would've taken threats of herself to this silence... Cicilia would hate herself for even admitting this... but she would've rather watched one of Juno's twisted fucking movies about her precious Sayumi... then stare ONE MORE MINUTE into those eyes... It felt as if she was sucking her away a bit at a time with that stare...

...A stare that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life...

"...F-fucking say something, you blue-haired freak!" Cicilia demanded, taking a small step back as Juno raised a hand to wave at her... not unlike how a little girl might wave at a stranger in the distance... though it was much more robotic... slow, measured... but jerky and imprecise. A machine pretending to be human... Cicilia didn't handle fear well... REAL fear. Real, heart-freezing, gut-cramping, eye-flicking dread. Horror films liked to surprise, freak someone out with sudden bursts of aggression or sounds... These movies she had tucked away on her shelves.

Real dread...? Knowing that what was in front of you or behind you was so utterly alien and beyond you that you couldn't begin to imagine the plans it has in store...?

...Helplessness... wasn't something she handled well either...

Few had ever seen Cicilia hesitate as she did now. There was a reason she had earned the nickname if “Juggernaut”, pushing forward and smashing any opposition in her way, no matter the size or power it may have over her. She had one of the strongest hooks in the entire league, and enough diversity to keep many of its competitors on their toes. By no means was Cicilia a weak-willed woman…the scars all over her body were more than enough proof for that. She had already proven herself against Juno herself, defeating her handedly twice before.

So why did she hesitate against her now? The Nurse hardly seemed as fierce after a major loss in the ring, and her video, which often helped provoke her foe into a rage or acute emotion was too strange for the common person to fully understand. Truth be told, no one could understand why anyone like Cicilia would fear someone they had already bested.

But no one could see how the Nurse stared at her. Even as Cicilia glared at her, screamed her demands across the ring, those blue eyes didn’t shift even slightly. The mechanical waving did stop just as the bell sounded off the start of the match. As soon as the echoes of the bell died out, the Nurse began to walk forward, smiling at Cicilia as if she were an old friend rather then her most hated enemy.

A chuckle crawled from underneath the medical mask. It was a warm, mischievous giggle, like a child hiding a secret from their parents, a secret they shared with only their closest friend and no one else. The sweetness of the tone had no place coming from such an aura. It was as if every step she took, a pressure followed. The referee girl seemed to feel exactly what the boxer did, and back all the way towards the ropes to avoid the conflict, leaving an open path for each of the fighters.

“Did you know…One of the most painful experiences a human being can experience is a shattered femur bone?”

The Nurse’s voice was as kind and sweet as honey. The Nurse’s tone was as if Cicilia was the only person in the world that she cared about, to the point where anyone who heard the tone may have confused its purpose to be for a lover or child. The Nurse swiped her own hat and tossed it to the side, uncaring about her usual uniform. She even seemed to pull at her mask in discomfort, creating a small opening so her voice can escape unmuffled by the cloth in front of her face.

“I must admit, I’m a little nervous…I know so much about you, and yet this feels like the first time we have met. You have been built up so much, you’re like her little boogeyman~”

The Nurse stopped mere feet away from Cicilia, her eyes never changing…only a few quick blinks ever interrupted those eyes.

“Now it's my turn, C̷̘̻̔̕Ì̵̳̗̳̃Ć̷̢͓̲͒̐I̵̮͒͘L̸͙̬̱̽͗̑L̶͇̬̩͆Í̶̼̭̰̍͠Ā̷̟̞͒͜!!!”

The Nurse moved as fast as a shadow, already nearly face to face with the German. She did not expect the Juggernaut to let an enemy so close without getting ready to strike. The Nurse intentionally moved into striking range, looking for one of Cicilia’s famous hooks or haymakers to come down on her like an anvil. If she got her wish, she would quickly turn her body, looking to grasp onto Cicilia wrist while her legs leapt up and wrapped around the boxer’s arm in a quick armbar submission. If the boxer would be caught in the hold, the pain would be reminiscent of when she found herself in Juno’s clutches at the gym, but far more violent in execution.

"W-what the hell are you talking about!?" Cicilia growled, Juno's little response appearing to have little to nothing to do with anything! She spoke of this macabre fact as if she were stating how nice the weather was this morning, her voice having a sort of reverent shine to it that only made the dark subject matter that much darker. The German felt her feet creeping back inch by inch, as if the nerves in her body were taking control to save the body her stubborn brain would not! She actively had to CLAMP down on herself to hold her fucking ground, her unease cutting deep into her heart with each word the woman spoke...

...Something was very wrong...

...Juno didn't act like this...

What was even creepier, the woman spoke as if she were a separate entity, referring to herself in a way that distanced herself from the Juno SHE knew as far as Cicilia could tell.

The German had a good sense of what bullshit was and this...? It was too real... too fluid... It was as if she were completely comfortable in her own skin despite how utterly... inhuman she presented herself as... Cicilia gritted her teeth and shook her head, clenching her eyes as tight as she could as she forced these feelings of dread deep into her stomach where they couldn't control her, trying desperately to build up a rage that would make her forget the danger she was in...

...It was so cold...

SUDDENLY, Juno LUNGED at the German, coming at with a speed perhaps even faster than Juno herself possessed, catching the boxer completely by surprise! Crying out in shock, Cicilia did the one thing she could do: hurled a massive straight right directly at the nurse's face in an attempt to STOMP HER FLAT... and possibly build up some confidence!

...But Juno.... or whatever was in her body now was much too ready for such a simplistic response, ducking under the German's blow and taking her arm hostage! With her legs kicking up, locking around Cicilia's head, Cicilia was DRAGGED down on her back, her arm WRENCHED in an ugly arm-bar!

"AAAAAH!" She cried, tugging as hard as she could against Juno's grip... to lessen that agony against her most precious limb! "GGGHHHHRRRR!"

The Nurse could feel the power in the Boxers arm as she wrenched it backwards. Cicilia was pulling against the armbar with all of her might, struggling to break free from the latex gloved grasp of the Stranger that seemed to hold her tight. The sensation was all too familiar for the Nurse, as she could recall Cicilia was in a situation similar to this back in one of their matches. The difference was that the Nurse wasn’t foolish enough to grasp at a powerful enemy with a poor grip.

The Nurse didn’t care about her so called “research”. She was pulling Cicilia’s arm viciously, and it was only because of the boxer’s power and high endurance that the arm had kept from shattering in the most ungodly angle possible. The strain on the arm could practically be heard, the mild grunts of Cicilia clashing with the quiet squeaks of the Nurse’s gloves. The hold was getting violent, and the referee stooped low to make sure nothing dangerous was occurring, and to listen in for Cicilia’s submission…

But the blue haired woman actually released Cicilia, letting her foe’s arm free, but only so that her own were free to move. With Cicilia still down, the Nurse moved like a spider looking to wrap up its trapped prey. The audience could not even be heard…some where cheering, other watching with amusement. Nothing got through those ropes. The Nurse heard nothing but Cicilia’s strained breath, the fabric rubbing against her skin, and the sound of her raven hair gliding against the ring’s canvas.

The Nurse mounted the boxer, hardly showing any of the previous aversion to bodily contact Juno had been seen having. The Nurse adopted a strange way of pinning the boxer down, one hand pushing her wrist down while her leg steeped down violently on her arm. The hold was unorthodox, easily written off as unstable, and giving the trapped opponent’s legs absolute freedom to do what they wish. The only benefit was that The Nurse kept one free arm and a great view of her opponent’s face.

The woman moved closer to Cicilia’’s face, her foot putting even more pressure on Cicilia’s arm as she shifted her weight for a better look.

The blue eyes were now inches away from those fiery red rubies that occupied the war machines skull. Though they were made to look like they were happy, there was a black emptiness inside them. The Nurse was smiling lovingly towards Cicilia, her free hand gliding to move a strain of black hair that obscured a scar the Boxer had on her face. The Nurse expressed love, kindness, and a want for Cicilia, but the pressure that weighed on the atmosphere and the hideous emptiness that swallowed up Cicilia’s image made it clear that the Nurse was imagining a number of horrid things happening to the woman underneath her.

“Stop shaking ~” The voice said warmly, “Don’t be scared…she…I wanted you scared before, but now…now I want the real you. You’re usually mad, aren’t you?”

The Nurse kept looking into Cicilia’s eyes, not really paying attention to the Boxer or her grunts and movements.

“We did a good job making you mad before…I don’t really want to get her involved, but…” The Nurse lean in, her motherly tone dimming to a sensual whisper unmuffled by the mask. The message came out clear and would ring down Cicilia’s ear canal…

“Should I threaten your happy life like all the others did? Maybe your Sayumi?” Where’s the Cicilia that fought me twice before, who was so brave and sure? She’s the one that hurt her…So she is the one I want~”

Were she just a little bit less tough, were her body and mind not trained to resist the agonies of battle, the German's arm might've just SNAPPED in a bad angle, ending the match via disqualification! Juno's hold was FAR stronger than anything the boxer had felt before in her life, YES, that meant YOU ELFRIDA! While her sister was definitely more skilled in her holds, she NEVER tried anything like this! She knew her limits, knew how far she could go before permanent damage was reached... Elfrida could cause a LOT of pain JUST below that threshold... but Juno seemed to care not about such things!

"GAAAAAAH!" Cicilia cried out helplessly as her arm was wrenched further and further back, small tears starting to build in the corners of her eyes her feet stomping heavily against the mat as she struggled fruitlessly for relief! Her tendons strained, her joints creaked, her teeth ground against one another as she choked down a scream of agony...

"L-let go, you sonova-"

...And she did!

Much to Cicilia's surprise, Juno readily gave up her solid, advantageous hold... in exchange for some kind of awkward pin... One hand pinned her wounded arm down... as both her knees pressed SHARPLY into her biceps, the woman's full body-weight being channeled into a point! While Cicilia had control of her legs... she didn't have many things she could do with them effectively! ...And so the Nurse knelt there as Cicilia glared up at her in utter revulsion, the blue-haired void smiling down upon her, their faces mere inches apart. What disturbed her the most, this girl grinned like she was her girlfriend or something, a sweet loving smile that was neither deserved or WANTED! She grinned at her with a warmth that vaguely hid that unending, gaping holes that were Juno's eyes, their dichotomy only sending stronger signals of "GTFO" flooding through the German's system!

"G-get bent..." She whispered harshly, tugging at with her undamaged arm roughly in an attempt to escape confinement! What was this fucking 'she-we' stuff!? Who was it that Juno was talking about!? Was someone helping her get all this fucking dirt/information? Was someone helping her spy? Juno leaned in closer, her mouth beside Cicilia's lips as she whispered her threat...

"You fucker...." Cicilia growled savagely, her face instantly contorting into one of rage... the rage Juno sought! She wanted her enraged...? All it took was mentioning her precious angel and it was as if a bomb had went off inside the Juggernaut! Everything was on fire, everything consumed in a mindless, hungry blaze, all invoked by a few simple words... If there was anything in the world worth protecting... if there was any shining example of goodness that MUST be defended at all costs... it was her beautiful Sayumi... Her precious, PRECIOUS girlfriend that she loved above anything else in this world... To hear her good and pure name spoken by something as VILE as this pit-creature, to hear her threatened with malicious bodily harm...

...It was an unforgivable sin.

"I'll TEAR YOU APART!"

Juno wanted her angry...? She would get it... and all the spilled blood that came with it! With an inhuman roar that paralleled Juno's ungodly silence, Cicilia focused her RAW POWER into SHOVING Juno from her with a mighty heave, shooting up and THROWING the woman across the FUCKING ring in one powerful motion!

"You fucking runt... I'll... I'll..." Cicilia snarled, her wounded arm throbbing, hanging heavily at her side as she ripped herself up to her feet... Her lips curled back in a feral, animalistic snarl, her teeth bared, her features... not like that of a person... Her fingers clenched and unclenched in the anticipation of the throat they would crush, her muscles flexing as adrenaline practically replaced the blood flowing through her veins. If Cicilia managed to PUSH Juno off of her, the boxer would glare across the ring with pure animalistic hate... and with a protective instinct... to protect the one she loves!

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The small study room was always a nice place to relax inside the house. The room was smaller than most, but still spacious enough to entertain a few people with hardly any problems.  Due to the rooms compact size, it was often the warmest room in the house, protecting those inside from the usually cold and wet weather of Oregon. Ever wall was lined with bookshelf stuffed to the brim with literature of all kinds. From medical books to poetry, the study room had all one could want for simple comforts, with its most valued quirk being the relaxing silence that seemed to linger in the air.

It was here that Jane decided to spend her afternoon, sitting next to the large window inside the study and listen to the gentle raindrops lightly impact against the glass in a relaxing melody of sweet taps. After being inside a hospital for what felt like forever, there was nothing more important to her at the moment then to listen to the sound of silence and appreciate the quiet a generous mother nature was giving her.

That was until there was a quick knock on the study door…

Before Jane could even raise her head from the windowsill, her husband came marching in without so much as a greeting.

“Did you see what she was doing? She’s talking to herself again…to those, weird imaginary friends she has.”

Jane sighed inwardly. This was not the first, third or even the sixth time they had argued about this point and it was becoming more of a prominent issue to her husband as the weeks passed by. It seemed no matter how much they spoke to one another, he simply could not accept that their daughter was having trouble making friends, and so resorted to making up a couple of her own.

“Jonah, we discussed this dozens of times…its perfectly normal for a girl her age to have a couple of imaginary friends. It’s a sign of creativity, they said. Besides, she has been having such a hard time talking to the other kids, perhaps this will help build her confidence up a bit.”

“Maybe its because of her little make-believe fantasies that the kids at the school avoid her…She has such a hard time approaching others, I don’t want her to hold herself back because of her own make believe.”

“Just let her be a child, Jonah. It’s not like she is hurting anyone. She will grow out of it eventually, but for now, those “friends” make her happy…she could use that, what with us being gone all the time.

“I know, I know…It’s just… I hate leaving her like that…She pretends one is her sister, gave it a voice and everything…I just wish we could be there for her a bit more.”

“We both do sweet heart. It will get better soon. We will make it up to her…”

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The Nurse’s expression was like a mask in itself. The smile only seemed to grow in affection, as those empty eyes seemed to promise only pain and despair to anyone in their line of sight. She didn’t care if Cicilia was scared, hurt, or even submissive. Juno might have enjoyed all of that, savored each and every one of Cicilia’s fearful cries of pain, her shaking form that just begged for a reason to retreat, Juno would probably have a speech that would last five minutes had she the chance…but those did not seem to be this woman’s goal. Even as the Nurse purred Cicilia’s sweet lovers name into her ear, she seemed to take no extra pleasure in doing so. The Nurse wanted the German mad, and Sayumi was just a means to an end.

Of course, all of the questions that swirled around in Cicilia’s head were good ones, and all of them could likely be answered by the Stranger who was mounted on top of her. Sadly, unasked questions are never answered, and the Nurse seemed much quieter than she ever had been before. As soon as Cicilia began to get worked up and angry, as soon as the Nurse go what she wanted, she clammed up, her grin returning to a thin smile, and her eyes widening in what looked to be excitement, they were the eyes of a hunter about to pull the trigger on a deer it had been hunting for a long time.

Cicilia did not disappoint, picking the Nurse up even with a damaged arm and tossing her across the ring like a ragdoll. As soon as she hit the ring’s canvas, the blue haired woman tucked into a roll, until she quickly hopped back up to her feet. She made to move to impede Cicilia’s ascent to her feet, the German looking like a titan crawling out of hell. The scared little girl was but a distant memory that was already fading away. This visage, this unbridled power that could only come from the De’Reignhardt clan was truly a terrifying force. Cicilia looked more beast then person, her lips curled back in a hostile show of fangs that threatened to rip out the Strangers throat should she come any closer. Those arms that had been so frail looking before now were like tree trunks, power coursing through them in a stunning display of musculature. Cicilia’s defensive rage was so intense, she seemed unable to think of a proper punishment for the Nurse for threatening her one true love. The vacuum like aura seemed to be ingulfed in the Juggernauts wrath, the German’s own anger beating down the sickening aura that the Nurse exuded without notice.

She was Juno’s greatest fear born into reality at that very moment…This was what she wanted to avoid at all costs as she tossed and turned n her bed the previous night.

But the Nurse simply smiled.:

As if on cue, the empty aura surged back like a school of piranhas, swallowing up any amount of fury it could while still desiring more. Those cold, blue eyes cut through all of the rage and anger, the intimidation and the power, and found exactly what they had been looking for. The Nurse did not seem to fear Cicilia…if anything, she looked elated.

Without saying a word, the Nurse moved forward again, disappearing and then reappearing right in front of Cicilia. A flying knee strike was swinging around for Cicilia’s damaged arm, not caring that the German was now out for blood. This was the fight she had wanted, and she would not let the opportunity walk on by.

Cicilia seethed with utter hatred as the two opposites glared across the ring at one another! One emitting an endless inferno of mindless, monstrous anger... the other simply consuming that... and all abstracts within her vision with a look. It was like a perversion of the unstoppable force and the immovable object, one that produced everything... and one that consumed it. Which one would cave first...? If Cicilia had her way, Juno's skull would be the first to go. While Juno simply smiled, Cicilia's rage only compounded and compacted on top of itself, her hair bristling on end as if it were mutating into some kind of spiky, defensive sheath! Her form seemed to grow with how her muscles flexed, her arms like tree-trunks, her abs like body-armor!

The two women stood apart from one another, their commands of space both completely in opposition but also agonizingly equal. Cicilia scorched and burned everything around her with her presence... Juno stood within the consumed arena of her void... Chaos vs. Nothingness...

Unable to keep herself out of arm's length from Juno for a moment longer, Cicilia charged like a mad bull straight towards the nurse... who seemed to do the same thing but on a completely OTHER level of speed! She nearly lost sight of her prey until she was directly upon her, that woman's leg arching around in a flying knee aimed directly at her brutalized arm/shoulder!

With a guttural snarl, Cicilia RIPPED up both of her arms to defend herself, Juno's power cutting into Cicilia's defenses... but making very little impact beyond the pain of their connection! Lashing out just as quickly, Cicilia's hand RIPPED back in an utterly RUTHELESS backhand punch leveled at Juno's face, aiming to send her SPIRALING to the floor at Cicilia's feet! The sound of the impact could've been heard from a mile around, the sound of Cicilia slowly discovering the extent to which she would go to make Juno pay...