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

The feelings the Nurse felt as she began to initiate her finisher were…indescribable. The monster that had mangled her body in the past and drove her loved one to a whimpering mess now laid at her feet, like a delectable dish just waiting to beat devoured.  Cicilia looked just as lovely. A perfect sculpture of power overtaken by fatigue, anger burned down to the very nub until there was nothing left, and innocence ground down to a pitifully small pebble. The void swallowed what appeared to be the last of Cicilia’s burning rage, the ring now consumed in an empty chill like that of an empty warehouse. The source of the void stared down at its subject while its hungry aura threatened to consume and rip the subject apart. Only a familiar smile that pierced the static emptiness like a blade seemed to keep it at bay.

The blue haired woman moved carefully, cherishing every moment that passed. The boxer was so very complacent, earning a bit of gentleness from her captor. A strike of excitement jolted through the practitioner as she grasped her foes forearms. The toned and trained muscles could be felt even through the latex gloves, and yet they were so soft and relaxed. Poor Cicilia was really knocked for a loop if she was letting the cruel woman hold her with so little resistance. The thought made the Nurse giggle, grasping her foe’s powerful limbs that melted in her grip. Cicilia was truly a work of art, both the natural beauty and the cruel chips of life that had made their marks. It was exciting to see what she herself could contribute to this masterful collage of pain and neglect.

The ceiling hold would prove to be a very painful artistic stroke. Cicilia’s limps quivered in pain as her body was hoisted in the air and moved to bend in a way it was never meant to bend. The Juggernauts strength was useless on the Nurse’s table, trapped to endure whatever hell the Nurse put her through with each passing second. The smiling woman seemed focused on the boxer’s right arm in particular…perhaps trying to keep her promise from their first meeting. She didn’t react at all to Cicilia’s howl of agony, nor to the referee hovering around the pair. They were just distractions that were easily tuned out. Juno would have waited an eternity for this…

Why spoil the moment?

“I feel so sorry for you in a way. You must be so used to this feeling by now.” Another twist of the arm insured nothing was being spared while the Nurse spoke. “You grew up feeling helpless, didn’t you? Vying for affection from those that should have given it to you unconditionally but receiving scorn and suffering instead. Your worst enemy was your own flesh and blood, but she didn’t see you that way. Your attempts to impress her earned you nothing but the titles of runt, worm, and disappointment. As you would bleed, she would throw blows. As you would fail, she would win trophies. As you would fall, she would rise up…and all you really desired was for her to love you like you did her.” The Nurse chuckled a bit, wondering if Cicilia could even hear her loving tone through all the pain. “I would pity you if not for her. I know you won’t accept that from someone like me…and I know you won’t submit either. So please, indulge me for a while longer~ I need to makes sure she knows its safe to come out…I need to make sure you and I understand one another.”

If the hold was like a torture table before, it would suddenly become far worse. Cicilia’s limbs would suddenly catch fire, her nerves lighting up in pain as the Nurse took her ceiling hold a step further, and pushed and twisted harder than ever. The boxer’s shoulders would ignite, threatening to give at any moment as gravity threatened to break her apart. Anything that begged for mercy in Cicilia’s body would simply scream now…everything else seemed to melt away.

The referee girl had had enough. It was time to put an end to this. She did not sign up to watch two women kill one another so violently. So what if the higher ups fired her? Her conscious would be clear, and she could at east live with herself.

Just as she was raising her arms to stop the fight, the Nurse dropped Cicilia like a heap of trash. The blue haired woman took her time sitting back up, her inhuman movements like those of the fresh undead. Her eyes grabbed the referee girl just as they did earlier, but with new intent.

If the boxer had yet to move, the Nurse would shift her onto her back, letting her lay out spread eagle. Like a silky sheet, the Nurse lid on top of Cicilia in a pin that seemed more personal then anyone thought Juno capable of, the Nurse’s face inches away from her foe’s. The smiling sadist even went as far as mushing her forearm into the raven-haired girl’s cheek, grinding her face into the canvas.

“Well ref? Aren’t you going to count?”

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The pain... the pain... It all only got worse! The longer Cicilia spent in this hold, the further and further back Juno YANKED her... and that was all just for starters! Her limbs were already burning but the Nurse only poured salt on the wound and gas upon the flames, CRUNCHING back the German's shoulders to such a degree, a visible shiver of shock CUT through her body, forcing her silent for a few moments... long enough for Juno to gt in her perverse and twisted mutterings... These, Cicilia could hear... but she was LONG past feeling anything but agony at this point! It felt as if her arms were coming off, ripping out of their sockets! The boxer's howls muted the final words the Nurse had for her as the wave of utter brutality finally passed along the German's nerves, tears of frustration and abuse running down her cheeks the whole, entire time... but even then...

...She did not beg for mercy...

She could hear the strain on her bones and tendons, feel the creak of them as they reached their limit! Not a single coherent word washed over the boxer's mind, nothing but the color red filling her vision as pain began to overhwhelm her senses... until finally... the stress disappeared...

*BOOM*

Cicilia was dropped to the floor, huffing, puffing, her body twitching upon the floor... Cicilia's eyes were barely half open, her lids fluttering slightly, her face, a dull expression of pain, a small trail of saliva dribbling down from the corner of her lips as tears still steadily flowed from their ducts. the German's body did not move on it's own accord, so still with the exception of it's damage-sustained twitches, one might've thought that she was completely unconscious! In reality, Cicilia was in an in-between state, barely conscious, her world warped and red... She couldn't think or speak, even breathing felt automatic... Pain was everything... mind-muting throbs...

...Elfrida would've been proud.

Juno's touch sparked NEW AND FRESH WAVES OF SHARP, BLOODY PAIN, forcing only loud groans from the German as she was pushed on her back, her shoulder and thigh-joints swelling and hardening from the damage they had sustained... the discoloration was obvious, the way they puffed up... disgusting... The Ref was completely out of her depth when it came to injuries like this! So shocked was she, the poor girl didn't even think to react until Juno called her pin to her attention!

The woman in stripes stared down at Cicilia, seeing a girl barely conscious, her body mangled, her face pushed into the floor by Juno's arm... She had to end this... end it now. For the boxer's sake... for the Audience who were... almost as put off as the ref herself! She slid down beside the pair, slamming her hand onto the mat...

1!
2!
3-

Suddenly, Cicilia sat up at such speed, her forehead SLAMMED into Juno's with jarring strength, pushing RIGHT past her arm and hopefully knocking her away! Her body still twitching, Cicilia would rise, her gaze appearing more... feverish than enraged, her stance loose... weak... but she was up... Her chest rose and fell like the wave on the ocean, each breath an effort, every second standing, torture... but the Boxer's stubborn pride made her fight on... until she lacked the means to do so....

Cicilia was far from a comfortable cushion. Her musculature was too tough to get into any position that was comfortable, even when it was relaxed. The Nurse didn’t take any special precautions as she moved to pin down the boxer, only pushing down on her face in a smug show of dominance. The complete lack of caution the Nurse displayed would normally be thought of as cocky and arrogant…but few could say that any defensive action was needed. The Nurse’s cruelty had ravaged her foe’s body, to the point where it seemed deep bruises began to appear all over Cicilia’s body and swelling was already occurring throughout her body. The pin was a mercy that was long overdue, but at this rate not an unwelcomed one. No one in the crowd cheered for one competitors’ victory or loss. The saga these two left behind was always bloody and soaked with hate, and like a sick game they continuously found more grotesque ways to mutilate each other. The brutality was finally winding down, and many thought it was finally over.

The referee dropped down, wanting this to be over for Cicilia’s sake. She could already see swelling in the fighter’s joints, and the suffering she had to endure was enough. No one should have to endure such suffering. Just as no one should have to have such a perverted, sadistic void stare at them. The Nurse seemed almost like an arachnid, the way she stared at Cicilia. A smile that appeared loving, nut promised a merciless demise.

“One!”
“Two!”

The referee hated how this ended…but was thankful that it was indeed over.

“Thre-“

Cicilia’s skull suddenly moved faster than the Nurse ever could. Her power pushed right through the cocky pin, and her head slammed down onto the Nurse’s forehead with such force it actually threw the woman clean off of her. A loud impact against the ring canvas was all the noise the Nurse made, laying sprawled out and gripping her head. The referee hardly understood what had just happened…Why was Cicilia continuing to fight? There was no doubt her body was suffering, her outward appearance brazenly displaying her pain for all to see.

Cicilia began to stand, leaving the ref to look up at her, her eyes filled with sorrow and regret. The poor girl was on her knees, her eyes pleading with the war machine, wanting her to stop for her safety.  What if Cicilia got seriously hurt? Why would she stand up after all that?

“Why? Why didn’t you stay down? It would have all been over…we could have-“

“Ć̸̙̊͊̽I̵͎͂̾C̵̪͋̿ͅĪ̴̼͆L̷̲̬̬̚ͅI̴̦̗͈͌Ą̷͈̝̦̉̇,̷̡̘̦̬̅͋́ ̷̢͓̀̃́̈́ you filthy little tramp.”

The Nurse had already found her footing, standing just a few feet away like a vengeful spirit. Her pale face was broken only by a red mark on her forehead. Her sweet and loving tone had dipped, dripping in rage and venom. Her sweet lips ripped apart in a vicious trap jaw of violence, peeling back to reveal teeth that were closer to fangs promising only cruelty. Her blue hair that had been kept in a pony tail was now free, flowing about her bare shoulders like strands of snakes licking the air, waving in the empty void the Nurse created. All the while she moved like a broken marionette, with short, sharp movements. The Nurse was almost…insect like.

“I said you wouldn’t touch my face…you broke my promise…”

The empty eyes that were once so very passive seemed to focus squarely on the damaged woman. The empty pits oozed with a strange, rabid static that seemed to want to reach out and rip the boxer apart. The intent to kill filled the air, its coppery stench swirling around the demon in the Nurse costume.

“That’s enough, J-juno!” The referee girl could take no more. She moved in front of Cicilia, getting in between her and the monster. She was scared, visibly shaking, but she wouldn’t let anymore harm befall these two. She would stop this or…or try her best to do so.

“This fight is over! Alright? You two need to see an EMT, or-“

The Nurse didn’t even spare a glance to the poor referee girl. She simply lurched forward and grasped her striped shirt. With all the care of a person throwing out trash, the Nurse casually threw the girl out of the ring, letting her trip over the ropes and impact the floor below, all while that once kind smile morphed into a grin of a monster, hungry to taste Cicilia’s screams.

The Nurse held little back in her fight with the boxer, and whatever twisted sense of mercy she had was now gone. She walked towards Cicilia rather than dashed towards her because she wanted Cicilia to know she was coming. The Nurse promised pain, telling Cicilia every way but verbally.

Just as she got into reach the Nurse moved in. A right hook came in fast and hard, looking to pummel Cicilia’s face. A left cross would follow, then a kick, and another cross. The Nurse simply attacked, looking to destroy the subject in the most painful way possible. The Juggernaut would fall by her hand…she was…she was sure of it!

"NNnnnh..." Cicilia moaned softly as she rose to her feet. "G...G...Geh zur Hölle... du falsche... Krankenschwester!" The Ref ran right over to Cicilia, demanding to know WHY she just wouldn't stay down! She was so concerned for her... How fucking touching. The Juggernaut flashed her a glare as the woman recited what could have been, not at all content with what HER desires were.

"J...Just shut up.... and do your job..." She hissed, each word a heavy, seething breath as her eyes focused back on the her abyssal foe... She wouldn't let anyone tell her when to quit... She was a Juggernaut, damn it! If this girl couldn't handle it, she could go get someone that could and fuck right off! This fight was personal... It was going to be fucking bloody and agonizing and the German wouldn't take ONE step away from it!

"Scheiß auf dein versprechen, du totäugige Kuh! Ich bringe dich um!" The Boxer cursed, her vicious native language battering the opposing woman as if it were a weapon in it of itself! It seemed even breathing invoked the sharp, stabbing pain of inflamed joint tissue, Cicilia's legs throbbing... and even shaking slightly under her own weight... But she could stand it... Pain was her hündin... Agony was her slave. She had grown beyond the weakness it brought and she would stand tall in spite of it's presence!

...But the referee wasn't having any of it! Jumping between the two women, telling Juno that the fight was OVER! Cicilia hissed, growling like a feral beast all her own at another of these disruptions.... before her ugly counterpart dismissed her with an absent-minded toss! The poor, well-meaning girl was THROWN out of the ring, landing HARD outside... but even the righteous boxer didn't care... She had all the problems she could handle standing right in front of her.

"Ich reiße dich auseinander..." She vowed under her breath... as the monster in Juno's skin RUSHED Cicilia!

Self defense...? What of it? Like two bloodied wolves, the two women TORE at one another, the German throwing her own flurry of rabid punches, hooks, uppercuts, anything to SHATTER that pretty little face the beast commanded! She even tossed in a knee-strike or two, aiming to CRUSH those abs while she was at it...

...However, she took some pretty bad blows in return for this aggression, Punches slamming across her face, a kick maybe crashing into her head at some point, she didn't remember... Cicilia was lost in the moment of valor!... Valor that was tearing itself apart piece by bloody piece....

The monstrous grin simply spread further across the Nurse’s face as the German muttered her native language under her breath. Juno had learned a bit of German just for Cicilia, mostly just to fling insults at her, but the Nurse was only able to catch half of what her wounded foe said…and in the end didn’t care enough to even try to translate it. Cicilia was flesh that needed to be beaten, an enemy that needed to be destroyed, food that needed to be caught and eaten, all of which the Nurse enjoyed.

Hardly any time into her rampage, Cicilia began to throw her own punches. It was hardly a surprise. The Nurse knew Cicilia wouldn’t go down easy, and silently hoped for her resistance. The Nurse wanted to break Cicilia apart at her best, pound her over and over again and prove that she would come out victorious. She wanted to show the audience and her raven-haired foe that her title of “Juggernaut” was just another thing she wouldn’t live up to. No dirty tricks, no weapons, only the Nurse’s submissions and cruelty would be to blame for it all…well, that and Cicilia’s inability. The boxer would be broken soon, it was simply a matter of time.

The violence began to escalate with each passing blow. Every strike the Nurse made against the boxer, she was sure to returned. A kick to the skull earned a knee to the ribs, a cross to the face earned an uppercut to the jaw, and every violent slur was returned with a colorful insult made specifically for the other.

The Nurse’s head jerked to the side as one of Cicilia’s stronger cross punch nailed her in the cheek. Unlike Juno, the Nurse seemed to be able to take a hit straight on. Her head came careening back like the blow was little more than an inconvenience, returning the violent blow with a palm strike. While the Nurse had speed, Cicilia still had strength, even with her damaged limbs. The Nurse seemed to strike Cicilia three times for every blow the boxer managed to land, but the fight still seemed even as none of the nefarious nurse’s attack made as much impact towards her foe.

The monstrous grin still split the Nurse’s face, her exposed teeth cutting up her cheek and letting a fresh stream of saliva and blood roll down her chin. Of course, that was not the only blood on her face. Speckles of the boxer’s blood could be seen on the Nurse’s pale cheeks, rewards from her fists smashing into her foe’s nose twice before. Whatever eversion she had towards others bodily fluids seemed to be gone, for the moment. Her demonic smile seemed still, no longer growing, but clearly holding no joy either.

“Fall.” She muttered, Swinging another fist to smash into Cicilia’s jaw,“Fall!”

While Juno's head was rocked this way and that with the occasional explosive blow from the Juggernaut, Juno was peppering the boxer with such a volume of strikes that Cicilia's strength didn't seem to make much of a difference! The German was even slower than usual with her joints swollen and resistant to her movement but still she fought on, her determination carrying her onward! It was an utterly savage sight... Cicilia's face being smacked this way and that... before returning with a hook or uppercut that punished the nurse for her insanity... Blood and spit flew with every blow, the two women tearing each other to pieces as fast as they could!

"Rrrrrgh!" the German snarled as twin punches SLAMMED into her nose, knocking a small amount of sense out of the boxer, recovering JUST in time to notice another punch headed her way! There was only one way to respond to something like this... If she couldn't keep up, she was done-for so... she needed a blow powerful enough to put Juno away before those annoying little POTSHOTS amounted to anything significant!

...Despite the boxer's bravado, anyone who could would notice the damage starting to crop up across the German's face: Cuts along her cheek-bones and lib, bruises along her jaw and nose.... Her body movements were not as smooth or agile as they once were... Cicilia was struggling... Juno just wouldn't... STOP!

"GAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Cicilia roared, bringing her fist around in a MASSIVE straight right into Juno's jaw, her full body pivoting into the blow in a massive effort to KNOCK the woman off her fucking feet and send her spiraling to the mat... as Juno's fist burrowed into her cheek...

The Juggernaut's head SNAPPED to the side with such force, Cicilia was actually stunned, stumbling back a step as her head was left rocked, her already weakened body subdued even further! The sheer amount of punches she'd taken in such a short time were really starting to pile up and perhaps she was even-

"N-no..." She snarled, to both herself and Juno. "I'll die first! I don't lose to these... freaks... NEVER!"

Cicilia was suffering, more so than she ever had before when in the Nurse’s presence. Juno had certainly evolved with each battle, although few would even say the woman in the ring was the same person in the past two fights, her results were irrefutable. Cicilia’s body was wracked with pain, cuts were beginning to open up all over the boxer’s face, and fresh bruises were popping up all over her body. Cicilia was hardly able to fight back thanks to the onslaught she endured, and though she still threw powerful strikes, the Nurse’s mounting offense was beginning to break her apart. The Nurse’s grin was doused in blood and saliva, a fresh bruise grew on her right cheek and there was a cut on the left. Neither of the fighters was getting out of this unharmed, but the violent sadist seemed to be pushing the boxer more and more every second.

The Nurse was well aware of her progress, and though her heart was beating a mile a minute she still pushed onward. Every attack had a follow up, every target that was hit was forgotten and hit again. If Cicilia just saw red…then all the nurse saw was Cicilia. So long as she was standing, the Nurse had no reason to let up. She would endure the pain now, and ensure that Cicilia was left broken.

A punch was thrown, another impact on Cicilia soft cheek. Sweat, blood, and spit sprayed the air as that monstrous grin threatened to swallow the boxer up… but that was not the only punch thrown.

Another straight, one that did not look any different from the others came careening towards the Nurse, but the deception soon took its toll. Cicilia put her whole body into the straight, and got the Nurse with a power her foe no longer thought she was capable of. Cicilia would finally achieve one of her goals, doubtless what happened next.

That smile was finally wiped right off the Nurse’s face.

The blue haired woman did not fall, but was noticeably stunned. She stumbled backwards, giving Cicilia a few steps and making the mistake of letting her arms relax. The Nurse’s body was on fire, like it was overheating every muscle fiber she had. The aches and pain seemed to hit her all at once as she panted heavily, glaring at the woman across from her with the one eye that was not covered by a sweaty bang.

“I…bet your parents…called you “Freak”…”

The Nurse advanced again, this time SLAMMING her body into the weakened German, one hand looking to grasp her wrist…while the other clamped around her throat in a steel grip that threatened to crush her windpipe completely. All while The Nurse hissed in Juno’s ear with a distorted voice.

“It’s over, Cici~”

Cicilia gritted her teeth as Juno threw her own remark right back at her, apparently able to pick up on her growls from across the ring! Her punch had finally knocked that fucking smile right off Juno's ugly face, leaving her as much of a bleeding wreck as Cicilia was... or at least, she hoped... It was hard to think this psychopath had gotten as good as she gave, given how well she held herself despite her beating...

"..A-and I bet... They called you... eine blutsaugende verrückte hure!" Even exhausted, bleeding drops that tapped regularly against the floor around her feet, even with her limbs locking up and her strength fluttering inconsistently within her she remained defiant! Perhaps some of that reason was for her own sake... After all, the schadenfreude from watching Juno cry out in disbelief after she was beaten to an ugly sanguine jelly would last her for days... It would bring her joy when she thought about it, knowing that she had delivered the Karma she well deserved...

...But that wouldn't have been enough...

No, there was another reason... The true and original reason that had gotten her mixed up in these crowds in the first place: Cicilia needed to protect her sweet Sayumi... Juno had made a pass at her earlier, but this was more about knowing that she was strong enough... No immediate danger, but if she lost here, now, who's to say she could defend her when it actually counted? If she couldn't keep getting back up... taking those beatings and keep fighting...

These women... she believed would actually do it... Especially this new Juno. She would probably just mozey on over, find Sayumi and hurt her just to get one more stab at the Juggernaut... No... She wouldn't let that happen... She COULDN'T! She had to win... ALWAYS win... all the time with these crazies even if it cost the boxer her own health... if it only meant... she could break them enough that she couldn't fight anymore...

Juno PRESSED into Cicilia, her fingers DIGGING into Cicilia's throat cutting off her windpipe before she could throw out any German witty one-liners! She gagged in shock and outrage, her own hand shooting up... only to get snagged by the Nurse! Her one free hand... doing the only thing it could do, fought the swelling in the shoulder-joints and reached up to CHOKE Juno herself, her fingers digging in as tightly as the weary boxer could force them to sever her speech... and everything else that mattered!

...Meanwhile, the poor referee managed to gather herself and roll back under the bottom rope, still a bit shaken over how Juno had viciously dismissed her...

...only to come face to face with the two women threatening to crush each other's windpipes!

"Oh my god..." She whispered, shocked... "OH MY GOD, STOP!" She an up to the two fighters, hands shooting out to grab those that choked the throat in their clutches, attempting to pry them free before Cicilia and Juno actually kill each other!

Cicilia could always see right through Juno, and by extension, the Nurse. The woman who had fought Cicilia before, who waltz around in a medical mask and an adorable nurse cap would have been perfectly content to simply best her hated foe and move on. She would use all manner of dirty tricks to do so, but even if she made threats to do so, she would hardly involve anyone else. At most, she would send a letter to a house, probably in the form of a doctor’s appointment. Petty to say the least…But the Nurse seemed to live for decimation and destruction, to tear apart everything that would keep her from being happy with her loved one. If Cicilia’s burning red eyes looked into the long empty void, she would doubtlessly be swallowed up in its swirling static that wanted to consume everything. The boxer had a knack for cutting through the icy mist Juno created with her words, and the hungry void the Nurse produced…though the Nurse didn’t speak it, Cicilia was very much correct about her motivations.

She wanted the German wiped off the map…even if that included her lover. Compassion could hardly be expected from the snake of a woman. Sayumi was just an innocent bystander, but that just seemed to excite the Nurse and motivate her to do it more. Who else could she hurt that would affect the boxer? The Nurse really couldn’t think of anyone that would fit so well. She practically announced her plan in a way that only Cicilia could understand. Why would she practice Sayumi’s voice to near perfection? To get a reaction out of the boxer of course…but possibly from the owner of the voice as well.

All she needed to do was break Cicilia for the first time, then the rest would follow suit. There was no better way to do that then to strangle the life out of her. It was all so very…personal. Not only was the action of squeezing someone’s throat so very dominating, but the fact that the assailant had to look into their victims’ eyes made it much creepier. It was one of the things the Nurse considered herself extremely good at…

The hand that squeezed Cicilia’s throat was like steel, slowly squeezing down on the boxer mercilessly. The fingers that wrapped around her neck were like solid concrete, the muscles in the Nurse’s hand pushing down with all of the power they could muster. Cicilia would return the action, choking the Nurse and promising that each fighter was working on borrowed time. It was a test of who could outlast the other, and both seemed willing to die to best the other…though there was a small hint of hesitation in the void, like a ripple in the pile of tar that was the Nurse’s emptiness.

The referee girl was back, but the viper woman did not dare to take her eyes off the boxer. She absolutely had to see the Boxer crumble, no matter what. The small girl was inconsequential, her meager tugs to the strangling holds doing little to loosen up either of the fighter’s grips. In fact, all it did was convince the Nurse to speed up the process, releasing Cicilia’s other hand in favor of smashing it into Cicilia unprotected abs. She was looking to loosen some air from the boxer’s lungs and make the whole process easier on herself. If the ref made any more moved on the Nurse or Cicilia, she would spare only a second to strike at her wildly, looking to keep her away from the fight that had grown far too personal to be safe.

With Cicilia and Juno crushing inward the other's windpipe, the clock's count towards destruction accelerated. The German was determined to make sure her foe was in no way able to threaten her lover again, to break her in such a way that her body could no longer be a threat to the Juggernaut nor the people she cared about... She had hoped the police would do something, that her requests... and down right BEGS for protection from these people wouldn't fall on deaf ears...

...Should have figured the AFW would keep things strictly in the family.

No matter what she said, no matter what proof she brought from video-tapes of her matches with people like this to other such evidence, the "law" kept on their side of the fence in contentment, remarking how there was no justification for such concerns, brushing the German off as a 'Paranoid foreigner'... Was there any wonder why the fights between Cicilia and people like this turned so savage, why the Juggernaut was always so willing to throw herself into the meat-grinder instead of calling it quits? She had NOTHING to fall back on if she gave up, no insurance to defend what really matters if she falls! She had to the line of defense that took all the punishment, that allowed her lover to live the care-free existence she deserved.

Cicilia was the bulwark between what she feared most... and what she loved most... It was an agonizing existence, once because of the world she lived... and now to protect it... She could not stop, lest this evil bitch push past her!

...This was truly why she fought Juno tooth and nail... It wasn't because she was brave or any of that stupid, heroic garbage... but because she was scared... She was more scared what her opponent would do to the most pure, beautiful and loving woman in Sayumi if she wasn't there, holding her back! Her lover had assured her she could take care of herself, even after the German had let her in on the psychos that had spoke her name...

...She didn't know... She didn't KNOW! She wouldn't have felt better if Sayumi was afraid but... at least she'd feel like she understood! The confidence... it scared her... It made her think she'd jump at any chance to get in the ring with someone like this...

She didn't know... She didn't know what they'd do to her... That's why I have to be her protector... I have to be strong enough to keep her safe... I HAVE TO!

Cicilia gagged, choked, and snarled through her teeth as she clamped down harder and harder on Juno's throat... until the nurse buried her fist in the boxer's stomach! She coughed hard, unprepared for the attack... nor fast enough to react, even if she was... Instantly, Cicilia's lock on the Nurse's throat weakened, leaving only one of them in the other's embrace... Until the Ref ran in to stop this match!

...Juno tried to retaliate, lashing out wildly but the woman in stripes was ready this time! She ducked under the wild back-hand sent her way, lashing out with an instinctive punch of her own into the nurse's stomach, hoping to pacify her and END this nightmare!

...If she managed to separate the two warriors, Cicilia would fall INSTANTLY to her hands and knees, coughing and retching emptily, shamelessly, saliva pooling out from her mouth and onto the floor beneath her as her adrenaline left her... leaving the German with the worst case of withdrawal in recent memory... Her body locked up, her thoughts blanked, nausea to the point of borderline vomiting  wracked the boxer... She lay curled up on the floor, groaning and hissing softly... but even so, her arms shook... pressing against the canvas as if even still... she tried to rise...