MITB Qualifier - Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Belle Christensen

"You're the only one here making excuses." Cicilia noticed. She was never a showman, never one to win the crowd over for anything. If they liked what she did, fine. Fair enough. If they were stupid enough to buy into this load of bull, then more power too them as far as she was concerned. She was here to fight and win... and winners made the money necessary to keep on living. Kaylee might've started to claim this was some kind of moral mission, for Belle or whatever... but she was really quick to make this about her too... Look at her, trying to feed the fat faces of these people the garbage "hero" shtick they all wanted to hear... HER winning praise... not for her damn team... The way she framed her little arguements, the way she toyed with the minds of the simpler crowd, Cicilia knew this was more for her than her partner...

...What a fucking ham... a Bloated, fat fucking ham...

Cicilia managed to back Kaylee into a corner but she simply slipped free, fleeing back to the center... and Cicilia kept on walking after her... What a big game this girl talked when she wasn't willing to actually fight... Just be-bop around and appeal to a crowd she'd probably filled with her fans ahead of time. She was hardly as interesting as Belle... a girl who stood her ground and actually threw a damn punch!

...She was going to finish this one quick...

"You keep mistaking 'we' with 'I'." She growled. "I wish she was here... so I'd have someone who doesn't make empty moral jabs... and have someone that actually stands her ground." The rest of Kaylee's little tirade of false moral superiority fell on deaf ears as the boxer simply kept advancing... It seemed her remark about Kaylee being a coward got to her somewhat, her showy-little facade falling into a more serious expression! She LASHED out at the boxer's stomach with her foot, the German's guard already held up in front of her like a shield to defend her front... but the boot never connected, instead, Kaylee brought her other one up and around in a surprise roundhouse... which only connected with the German's arm!

...Go figure. Even when she fought, Kaylee was a coward, relying on feints... Cicilia figured this would be the case when she saw her running away like a frightened, little rabbit! She had kept her wits about her, watched the smaller girl's moves carefully and when that second kick was thrown? Cicilia shifted an arm to the side to intercept it! Granted the kick had some impact, pushing the boxer's one-arm in a bit... but it was NOTHING compared to the pain she had endured... Stung... annoyed.... Little else.

Cicilia quickly shifted her arm around to GRAB at Kaylee's ankle, JERKING it towards her suddenly and harshly, attempting to RIP the blonde right off her feet! If she managed to do so, Cicilia would let go of that foot... only to cock back that arm into a fist.... and HURL it DOWN into Kaylee's face with the aid of gravity!

“You must be great company at parties.” The blond cracked a small smirk as her feigned kick got a reaction. Regardless if she had attacked or not, Cicilia had been ready. With a twist she fired off the other, leg stretched high, clapping against a waiting arm with a sickening slap. It stung, barely moving the Juggernaut's poised stance. She would have to work to tire this woman out.

She didn't seem to mind being called a coward or having her fighting tactics questioned. In a fight it didn't matter how you got to that victory so long as you managed to grab hold of it. The boxers thick skulled ideals of having to stand your ground and go blow for blow was one of the dumbest things she had ever heard in recent memory, though it may have just been her attempts to goad the social media star into fighting stupid. She intended to press her advantages and not fall into her opponents rhythm, that was the last thing she needed was to fight the battle the dark haired woman wanted.

She grit her teeth behind her smirking lips, never letting on any sense of worry even after her leg had been grabbed. She hopped in place to maintain her balance waiting for just the right moment to strike. As she was yanked forward she kicked off the ground with her other foot, rather than being dragged before Cicilia she had leapt up thrown her weight to one side. With nothing to hold her in one place the air around her was open and free allowing her to skirt right over the punch intended to destroy her. In a blinding flash her leg came screaming back around in a wickedly sharp enziguri aimed to strike the powerhouse boxer right upside the skull.

If Kaylee thought Cicilia was dumb enough not to know how to escape getting one's foot caught the way the star's had been... then she was in for quite the rude awakening. She had taken enough and used enough enziguri kicks to be familiar of the fact that it was one of the most popular moves to counter having one leg entangled while standing! She simply watched and waited, her eyes locked not on her opponent's eyes or her stupid, smirking mouth... but the other leg fore it was the true danger here.

As predicted, the blonde KICKED her free leg up, bringing it around to strike at the German's head... but her head was not there... Cicilia had seen this coming a mile away. Kaylee's foot would gaze only Cicilia's long, black hair as it passed over the boxer's head as she ducked, allowing the smaller girl to FALL to the floor limply as Cicilia let go of her foot. Their twin blows had missed one another, the boxer's punch flying high of her falling opponent and Kaylee's kick also thrown with great elevation, slipping over the German's head!

...But one of them was standing and the other wasn't. Without a word (fore Kaylee was not worthy of them), the Juggernaut moved in to capitalize on Kaylee's fallen status, raising a foot to STOMP on the back of her leg viciously! There was hardly a better way to slow her down short of submissions after all... and she didn't want to play tag with this girl the entire damn match... She didn't want to fight her AT ALL, to be honest! Between the two of them, Kaylee had been, by far, the MOST ANNOYING of party-hard! With a loud mouth and a speedy disposition, she made for the worst kind of person to the Juggernaut... Easily.

...She had wanted Belle... But then, if Kaylee was to be believed, she was in the infirmary... Damn it all... WHY did this always happen...

While the crowd had been rather heavily on Kaylee's side after the opening interactions between the two wrestlers, they seemed pretty invested in the match as a whole now as both women managed to avoid the brunt of one another moves like some manner of choreographed fight scene in a blockbuster movie.

The blond kick flew wide, not striking anything but air. That was fine. It made no difference to how she recovered. Her hands were already outstretched to intercept the mat, lessening her weighted drop onto the mat. A glance back over her shoulder had been enough to inform her what was going to happen next. Cicilia's raised leg, let to crush her. Instinctively she let out a small mousy noise of surprise, spreading her legs wide as the boot came crashing down between them just off mark. The ring shook with the force, rattling her clenched teeth a bit from the vibration alone.

Throwing her arms up and over she quickly rolled along the mat, snapping her legs together around the foot that had just attempted to obliterate her. One shin pressed to the woman's ankle at the front and the other leg swing back to hook the back of her knee. She continued her roll to try and use the momentum to drag Cicilia down to the mat.

If she managed to get the other woman down she would keep her legs intertwined to use as a leverage point at the base at the back of the woman's knee. Her hands would grip at her ankle, trying to crank back a calf crusher hold on the Juggernaut to show her two could play at this game of reversals.

Damn it... Kaylee was as fast and reactive as ever. While the two of them managed to slip out of each-other's attacks with all the coordination and perception of action-heroes and despite the fact the German had the superior position in being the only one of the two standing, Kaylee was STILL able to wrap her legs around the boxer and DRAG her down to the floor with her! Before she even knew what was going on, her leg was being intertwined in what could only be described as a CALF-CRUSHER, a unique hold Cicilia had yet to feel before tonight!

"GAAH!" She cried, feeling her leg being JERKED back in an utterly BRUTAL hold! Damn submissions... DAMN THEM! DAMN THOSE THAT PRACTICE THEM! Such a cowardly, restrictive means of fighting that favored TRICKS over skill! She hated every damn time she was forced to feel her limbs locked into unnatural positions, every time she feels her body being controlled by that of another... It was nothing less than infuriating!

...and painful. She couldn't block out the pain if she tried.

"RRRRRRGH!" She growled, pulling herself towards the closest set of ropes, unable to free herself naturally! ...Was kinda hard when your leg was being jerked back at a cramp-inducing angle! Oh, the exasperation... She wasn't even angry at Kaylee at this point... but at everything around her! Frustration more than rage... She was fucking tired of this, tired of fighting these matches with assholes like this! Those who play the damn crowd, who accuse her based on NOTHING, who attack her worth as a person by insinuating she'd hire someone to BEAT DOWN HER OPPONENT PRE-MATCH...

...She just wanted to go bury her head in her blankets and disappear from the world, she realized...

Maybe she would too... After she added another win to her name.

Catching both women into their tumble to the floor, she had been quick to lock in her hold of choice. Mobility was the name of the game and if she could cripple Cicilia's ability to react to her acrobatic style she would be better off for it. The calf crusher was far more effective than she had anticipated, locking down the Juggernaut completely and causing the unshakable woman to actually utter something that sounded like pain.

A show of weakness to an opportunist like Kaylee was like handing her ammunition to fire right back at you however. Once she smelled blood in the water she did everything in her power to ramp up the pressure of the hold. It was clear to her the German was either unfamiliar with this submission or just submissions in general… no surprise. Belle fought pretty much the same way and shared the same weaknesses. Maybe Kaylee was more prepared than she thought.

She couldn't stop Cicilia from crawling to the ropes, the woman was thrashing under her hold like a wild animal trying to break free from.a bear trap. What she did do was make the journey as taxing as she could for the other woman, trying her damnedest to ruin her captured leg for the rest of the match. It got to the point she was cranking back so hard she was hurting her own leg which served as the brace for the hold but the damage would be worth it.

When Cicilia reached the ropes there was no relief. Kaylee continued to work the hold without cease even as the referee shouted for a break.

“One! Two!”

Each hard pull was unrelenting, unforgiving. She wanted to pop a knee or year muscle. Wanted to leave this woman limping and hollow. She had felt that once, trapped in another hold at the mercy of someone else. They hadn't shown her any kindness then even as she had screamed and cried. She would pay that pain forward, treating the German boxer as a surrogate for the true target of her ire.

“Three! Four!”

Kaylee quickly let the hold fall, beating the five count that would see her disqualified. She had a higher purpose here, a chance at a free ticket in the form of a brief case. Regardless of her motives being what she claimed or not, it was clear she was hungry for that shot… ravenous even.

She extended her leg, attempt plant it firmly on Cicilia's side to shove the other woman away from her before she grabbed the ropes herself, pulling herself to her feet. In any other match she would have stopped her to gloat or showboat. Not tonight, not with these stakes and this opponent. She immediately dashed off to the far side of the ring, turning at the last moment to bounce her lithe frame off the wrapped cables. She rocketed back towards where Cicilia was, preparing to intercept her with something big, something punishing.

Cicilia had reached the ropes, her fingers latched onto the tough, elastic strings in seeking an escape... But even as the ref started counting, Kaylee was remiss to let her go so soon! She even went as far as to push her luck, clinging to Cicilia for nearly the entire disqualification count before pulling back... shoving the German away with a shove of her leg! The Juggernaut growled loudly as her legs throbbed HARSHLY beneath her skin, their strength already stunted with how long and how powerfully they had been locked up! Stupid, stupid, stupid... She let this happen! She didn't take Kaylee seriously (enough) and now look at her, the tables turning already!

...But Cicilia had kept a nice and watchful eye on her opponent as she moved, never once letting her gaze off of her... even as pain threatened to bite into her senses. She watched... waited as Kaylee ran to the other ropes, using them as propulsion to SHOOT back towards the black-haired wrestler... perfect. By now, The German had barely gotten to one knee, her legs shaking and quivering softly beneath her weight like a pair of thing, ancient sticks holding up a moderately sized stone... All the while, the face (or should she say heel) of Party-Hard SHOT towards the Juggernaut, each step bringing her closer and closer....

...Into an uppercut! The instant this girl drew close enough, Cicilia SHOT towards her from her position on the ground, closing the minute distance between the with incredible speed! It turned out the quaking in her legs came not from the pain she had suffered... but from the German focusing her energy into them... all for this little moment! A fist would SHOOT up into Kaylee's stomach with MONSTROUS strength, let alone that added between the German's speed and Kaylee running into it.... that was, if it connected!

Kaylee had a keen eye for detail, one that would have likely spotted Cicilia laying in wait to punish her offensive push. That however would have meant she was watching the boxer close enough to read her behavior… the social media star however was not.

As Kaylee sprang from the ropes, she hopped forward with her increased speed, throwing her body forward, arms stretched to the ground. Her palms hit the canvas as she cartwheeled, racking up her momentum as she flipped over and over as she approached Cicilia. Just as she closed the distance she vaulted up off the mat, bringing her leg up and around for what would have been an utterly devastating axe kick… had a fist not been waiting to catch her from the air.

The uppercut caught her squarely, bending her petite frame in half as her own momentum met Cicilia's raw power with the force of a car wreck. Her eyes went wide as air left her body in an instant, frozen in place suspended in the air before the full.impact really shot through her, sending her tumbling back the way she came.

The crowd cried out collectively, hissing cringes, hateful insults directed at Cicilia an worried support for Kaylee as her body hit the mat bouncing once then twice before going still. She convulsed for a moment before curling up, clutching her midsection as she coughed violently. She was hurting, badly, but had the right idea when she started to roll towards the ropes, attempting to escape to the outside of the ring where she couldn't be pinned.

Even Cicilia was surprised by how hard she had impacted with Kaylee... She had intended for her to buckle in half but keep her within arm's reach. She did not forsee the blonde going FLYING across the ring, literally stopping only a few inches back from the ropes she had sprung from! Even the German had to wince at how the smaller girl clutched at her stomach and writhed, hacking up her lungs as if she was coming down with a crippling case of pneumonia. The 'boos' and cries of outrage didn't exactly fill the German with a sense of satisfaction either... and yet, the fight must go on. She had stuff to do, things to investigate, a vacation to plan. She wasn't going to let up simply because Kaylee was stupid enough to fall into her uppercut!

...And so, she followed after the blonde-half of Party-Hard, even as she rolled out of the ring and onto the floor outside... Yes, she could not be pinned there but that did not spare her from punishment. She couldn't help but wonder if this too was part of some stupid grand plan, as well... Take a hit to only harm the crowd's view of her... try to harm her career and (admittedly shaky) reputation as a face. Manipulation wasn't something she'd write out as a possibility for Kaylee or anyone else... Whatever. If she couldn't take it, she'd lose. Plain and simple.

Cicilia would slip down after Kaylee not long after the girl fell off onto the floor, the Juggernaut walking right up to her and without hesitation, cracking her across the jaw with a powerful right hook! No doubt more boo's and cries of condemnation would follow if this blow connected... but the German blocked them all out... Kaylee wasn't supposed to even be here... She was being slandered for something she didn't even do and they're on HER side?? Yeah. She was really starting to think this was a fucking set up. Someone doesn't want her fighting anymore.

...But who was it...?

Slipping under the bottom ropes she dropped down onto her feet, legs far too shaky still to support her weight. She collapsed onto her knees almost immediately, clutching her stomach with a dry heaves and a hacking cough. This is what she had been so concerned about, deservedly so. Cicilia had monstrous punches, she could still recall the one that put her out the first time they had met. You don't really forget something like that unless there is a concussion involved.

The crowd was chanting for Kaylee, a few people in the front row actively screaming her warnings as her opponent slipped out of the ring after her. Turning her head she caught sight of the boxer from the corner of her eye, wincing preemptively as the dark haired woman trudged towards her like the Terminator.

She tried to rise but a twisted knot of pain wracked her body from the still fresh hit she had taken. The corner of her eye twitched as Cicilia was right upon her… there was precious little she could do to avoid the coming blow… she she didn't. She waited from the punch to come careering down at her and shifted her weight backwards with it, trying to lessen the impact as greatly as possible by moving with the blow.

A punch on the jaw regardless of how she tried to lessen it wasn't any less painful, it easily sprawled her out across the hard floor leaving her colasped in on her side. Her eyelids fluttered as she fought to keep focus as she lay on the ground quiet and mostly motionless. The crowd's distaste for Cicilia only grew louder now as she hit the seemingly defenseless downed woman. There seemed as if the boxer could do no right in their eyes as they rabidly grasped for any straw to throw hate her way.