MITB Qualifier - Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Belle Christensen

The wails of the crowd as she struck Kaylee ran off her back like streams of acid rain, their vitriol leaving their marks... but inevitably running off with the rest of the trash. She remembered matches when the crowd was entirely on her side, when they saw she was in the right... To undo all of that support... Did it only take the word of some newbie with no matches...? Didi it only take promises from a girl who had virtually no time on the scene compared to the Juggernaut to undo all that apparent trust and love...?

...Yeah. Apparently all it took was a cute girl getting throttled...

...Fans were bullshit. They weren't real. There was no "community" surrounding wrestlers, just people who had a boner for one... and distaste for the other. In this case, Kaylee had hardened the whole stadium with just a few simple lies, lies APPARENTLY just realistic ENOUGH to win over these people... People that the German might've smiled at when they cheered her name... People who understood her savage fighting style and were happy to see it. People who bought tickets to see HER.

...As much as she wanted to believe that the opinions of those people didn't matter... She'd be a big, fat liar if she continued that facade anymore. ...It hurt. It did. Probably more than anything that little acrobatic monkey-blonde could ever do to her...

...And Kaylee probably knew it too. She was just ABANDONED on nothing but LIES... LIES from a rookie who was new to this damned place! She was betrayed over NOTHING... And she couldn't believe it...

It's why she didn't have any problem SMASHING her fist across Kaylee's jaw, feeling a familiar sense of satisfaction watching her body crumble lifelessly on the outer rim of the ring. Even as the crowd around them practically THREW THEIR REFRESHMENTS at th boxer... she did nothing but glare down upon Kaylee... that manipulative, fucking freak...

Without a word, without a spew of hatred, she would grab Kaylee by the back of her neck and practically TOSS her back into the ring like a rag-doll, following her closely just as the Ref counted 1!

...Might've just knocked her out right there... maybe she could've left her outside for a full 10-count. Girl didn't deserve that mercy.

Kaylee slowly rolled over onto her front, face down against the thin mats that covered the ringside concrete. It hadn't been her intention to get the snot kicked out of her during this match, she had hoped to play cat and mouse the whole time and Tucker the boxer out before going in for the kill. The support from the crowd was welcome but at the end of the day it was her that had to win the match, not them.

Her fingers curled up over the floor, ballinging into fists as she started to push herself up. Barely had the blond began then something hard clamped down on her neck. Cicilia's fingers dug in deep like a predator's fangs as Kaylee was yanked away from the ground and dragged a ways towards the ring.

The social media star had no real input in the matter as her weight was hefted up and thrown onto the apron causing her to bounce under the bottom rope. She was receiving no real mercy, not that she expected it…she flopped onto her side half curled up and miserable.

One of her eyes were closed shut as she struggled with the pain, the other focused back where she had come. She chewed the air, testing to see if her jaw was still intact, thankfully it was. Cicilia moved to the apron, hopping up to roll back into the ring to continue the assault. Not on Kaylee's watch though. With a buck of her body she snapped out a foot directed at the boxer's side, trying to give the other woman the boot back to the outside of the ring while she was unable to really defend herself.

If she had managed to put her opposition back on the outside, Kaylee began a labored attempt to push herself up to her feet again starting with getting to her hands and knees.

Cicilia made a move to get back into the ring, to roll under the bottom rope and continue extracting revenge from the "star"... only to feel a boot IMPACT with her back when she was already half-way inside! Kaylee clearly didn't want to fight like she had any principles, making a fruitless attack... and for what? To buy her time? To spare her another punch across her face for a few more seconds?

Coward.

The kick that impacted with her back sent the German RIGHT back onto the floor outside, landing HARD upon the practically unpadded floor below. What was worse... She landed pretty badly... It wasn't just on her back where force was more easily distributed... but on her DAMN SHOULDER, her whole arm cramping up now! Having one's entire body-weight impact on your main method of attack wasn't a recipe for success...

Hissing loudly, the boxer PUSHED herself up to her feet, ignoring the sharp, burning throbs arching down her arm, flashing Kaylee a dirty glare... She was going to say something, her mouth open as if to insult her for doing something so low... But hey, what was the point in speaking over someone's head...? With a girl this low, anything remotely related to morality and pride might as well go through one ear and out the other.

...So she closed her mouth... and merely spat in disgust before jumping up again... this time on the rim of the ring, just waiting for Kaylee to try something... ANYTHING to knock her off... She would make her pay for it a thousand fold...

“Two!”

She threw what force she had into kicking back at the pursuing boxer. She understood the stakes involved in failing to delay the powerhouse. Momentum was an obvious one, people like Belle and Cicilia snowballed out of control when left unchecked making it hard to power past their adrenaline fueled pushes. The other was having to scrap every bit of damage she could off of the German now to make it count. The social media star had stamina for days, she could run circles around the boxer for hours if she had to… it was all about surviving to that point.

“Three!”

The blond grunted as her foot impacted on Cicilia, shoving the Juggernaut back outside the ring. If all else failed she could try to keep the dark haired girl from getting back in… though that was very unlikely. As much as she would love to save her face and body from more punishment, tangling with the brutish boxer would leave her just as likely to be counted out. Too much risk… but she could try to keep her outside while making a nice no win scenario. Each second outside would mean Cicilia would have to resort to desperate measures to get back in, this whole stand her ground and wait to counter attack thing wouldn't fly.

“Four!”

Kaylee's fingers tensed, pushing up off the mat. Before she even stood up she was moving, scampering along on all fours until she managed to pop to her feet to hit the ropes at a sprint. On the way back around she spotted her opponent climbing up onto the apron, a perfect target… she would be waiting to intercept again, like last time. Heading straight at her would be a mistake.

Kaylee cut off to the side suddenly, run in herself along side another step of ropes. With a tremendous showing of skill she took one hopping step, then another, and another, each one bounding from bottom, middle to the top rope, scaling the side of the ring so by the time she reached the post she was already at the top.

With a quick pivot of her footing she changed her direction mid step, arms out to either side as she ran tightrope across the top rope, straight towards Cicilia. Once she came close enough, a foot shot out trying to soccer ball kick Cicilia square in the head, hoping it would daze her enough for what came next.

Kaylee moved past with her momentum, letting herself drop down off the rope. Her arms reached back as she fall, attempting to grab the back of Cicilia's head on the way down and slam them both onto the apron with a a sudden neckbreaker.

Say what one will about Kaylee: That she was a stupid blonde, that she probably couldn't fight worth anything without Belle backing her up, that she was fragile and weak, easily taken down in a couple of punches but her agility was something to behold. As the German lifted herself up on the apron of the ring, Kaylee came at the Juggernaut in such an unnecessarily self-threatening and majestic way, the boxer couldn't help but watch! It was akin to what the last people on earth saw in apocalyptic moves, watching in awe as a bomb went off in the distance... or being unable to move as they see a spider the size of a car scuttle right for you! There was something... otherworldly about it that one just had to bare witness to, to spend that little bit of extra time to process lest this moment completely throw them through a loop.

Kaylee running across the end of the top rope towards her like some kind of acrobat in a circus was one of those moments... something so absurd and unnecessary, it MIGHT just work!

...And work it did.

Cicilia was so stunned trying to process what she was seeing that Kaylee's boot SLAMMED right under the boxer's jaw as if she were playing football with her head, SNAPPING the German's skull back! She fell towards the floor to the ring... barely able to catch herself on the ropes with on hand in time before gravity took it's hold... but Kaylee was still prepared...

Did Cicilia underestimate Kaylee? Did her anger over how UNFAIRLY she had been painted blind the boxer to whatever potential skills the blonde had at her disposal?

...Possibly. It certainly FELT like she had! The two girls FELL HARD to the Apron with an AGONIZING neck-breaker, the boxer left completely stunned as she lay limply on her back at the edge of the ring, her sanguine eyes blinking rapidly as her mind slowly whirred about in her skull...

What's going on...? A soft voice whispered inside. This isn't how it's supposed to go...

"Grrr..." She growled softly, her anger boiling up inside a bit at a time... Kaylee had made a DAMN strong impression!

Even with her time away, she hadn't lost a beat when it came to her impeccable balance. Regardless of what her haters could say about her, they could never take away from the remarkable talent she brought to the table even if the rest of her rubbed people the wrong way. She made the balancing act seem as simple as breathing, not even for a moment stopping or hesitating before following through with her wicked kick.

Bringing them both to the apron had been a risky move, one that would cost her as well. She didn't trust her ability to grapple the boxer off the ropes with anything more involved so she did what would work… and hissed as her back cracked against the hardest part of the ring alongside her opponent. The referee was shouting at both women to bring the fight back into the ring at this point, which was understandable. Nothing got finish d on the outside in a standard match except for maybe careers.

Rolling to the side she slipped beneath the bottom rope back into the ring, using the ropes to help her rise again to her feet. Her bright green eyes had remained locked on Cicilia, waiting for the other woman to rise as well.

If the boxer attempted to roll into the ring beside the actress, she would find the blond's boot stomping down at her. If she remained on the outside and began to stand, Kaylee would attempt to grapple her through the ropes part way up, and yank her into the ring between the middle and top ropes before trying to standing leg drop her into the ring.

As Cicilia slowly regained herself, the boxer attempted to roll back into the ring... only to feel a boot STAMP down on her spine! The boot BASHED into her upper back, dead on in the center, forcing the German to release a harsh grunt from her lips... But Kaylee wasn't so sure of herself that she would think one was enough to keep her down! Cicilia would push herself up from the floor once more... this time feeling her opponent SLAM the toe of her boot into the side of her ribs and another right in the center of her spine! While each individual kick bounced off her hide as if Kaylee were kicking a rock... but together... they were really starting to ache! Not only did they hurt, but each kick slowed the progressing of the boxer's rise, forcing her move to the top to a crawl... only allowing for more kicks and an even slower attempt at getting up!

To the outside, it was like Kaylee was curb-stomping a downed girl, beating into her like it was her god-given duty... and they loved it. After all, Kaylee had won their shallow hearts and small minds with her framing of the German, all but justifying everything that was being done to her! Even as boot-after-boot bounced off her shoulder and head, the boxer couldn't help but muse that these people would've cried in outrage should any other wrestler do this to any other wrestler... Say it was Ouka being curb-stomped by Sayumi for whatever reason or Belinda by... someone that could do it to her. They would've cried bloody murder....

...only now they were calling for bloody murder.

As savage as the strikes were, that did not translate to being overly effective. T'was like throwing bricks at a wall, really... Might leave a few scuffs, might even chip it a bit with each brick, but over all effectiveness was negligible. It would stand LONG after her opponent had run out of energy... and that was the German's forte.

With a growl, she LASHED out to grab Kaylee's boot with her hands, aiming to catch them in her grasp... AND RIP HER FROM THE GROUND!

Burying her boot in Cicilia was cathartic. After enduring those two grand slam punches she felt owed some retribution and it seems like the fans agreed. It was always an unlikely scenario that the blond would win a straightforward match where the two browl d and exchanged moves until one fell. She just wasn't built to take the punishment the boxer could, so she had to pick and choose how and when she engaged. The safe bet would always be when Cicilia couldn't retaliate against her.

“Hey there girl...” She reared back, punting Cicilia in the side. “Looking a bit low. Maybe you should call it quits!” She brought her foot up, dialing in her target of choice right in the Germans face before letting it fall. Her ankle was tweaked at the sudden stop of fingers clenched along the sole of her boot, causing her leg to shake as she fought the boxer holding her at bay.

“Stop being so ha-aaaagh!” She was cut short as she was yanked forward having to awkwardly hop one legged directly over the downed German to stay up. This woman had a serious thing for grabbing hood of her at any chance she got and it was getting annoying.

Kaylee bounced on her planted foot, one hop, two, and at the third she jumped up and brought it down hard on Cicilia's inner elbow, digging her heel into the soft tissue as hard as she could. On a shaky leg she jumped back, yanking her foot free from Cicilia's grasp. Her feet barely touched the ground before she sprang forward again in a snappy flip to come down across Cicilia's chest with a standing senton.

"You're a fool..." Cicilia growled as she SNAGGED the other girl's foot! "You can't even hurt me." Look at Kaylee, being so damn smug... thinking she was getting ANYWHERE. What, just because she was landing her insignificant fly-like hits she thought she was WINNING? A quick once-over the boxer's body would indicate that not even a bruise marked her skin where Kaylee had went full-ham on her, the Juggernaut seemingly unfazed by this round of curb-stomps. Perhaps she thought enough of these pathetic little hits would get her somewhere, that perhaps chipping away at the wall that was the boxer's resolve would achieve success.

...Her tools would break first... just after her Kaylee's energy left her...

Whether or not Kaylee knew she was fighting a losing battle, the girl would continue to attack, ripping her foot out of the boxer's grasp and bringing it down on her inner elbow! Instantly, her tendons tensed up and cramped, forcing her fingers to curl inwards against her will and her entire forearm to seize! The Juggernaut merely cringed at this, having barely enough time to flip on her back... before Kaylee threw herself on top of her in some kind of Senton!

"URF!" She grunted loudly as body connected with body...

...But arrogance was a sin that did not go unpunished.

Cicilia's arms would SHOOT up and wrap around the smaller girl's body as if this were a trap that were triggered, wrapping around the blonde's arms and upper body, pulling her into a bear-hug so mighty, it threatened to snap her in two! She growled loudly in her opponent's ear should she achieve her grip, the German DRAGGING them both up to her feet as if she didn't get 100+ pounds of person dropped on her chest!

...Did Kaylee forget how much of a distraction she was... and less of a threat...? Did she think she would do ANY better in this fight than she did in the last one ALONE?

...Fool... Now she would BREAK!

Kaylee's form whipped through the air, coming down hard with her back across Cicilia's body. The force of her momentum had allowed her to hit the target and proceed to roll though with the intention on getting right back to her feet… but the German had other ideas. Like some creature from the depths in a horror movie, arms came up as the blond raised and grabbed hold of her, dragging her back down.

It seemed Cicilia wasn't one for snuggling with strangers, her loss really as Kaylee made for a cuddly partner as many people could attest. Her arms tightened up at her sides as the boxer embraced her fully, locking her fingers just over the social media star's stomach. She was effectively trapped in a bearhug from behind, a terrible place to be.

She trashed and kicked as Cicilia slowly dragged the both of them to their feet, trying to struggle loose or kick free to no real avail. Once the dark haired woman had them up, Kaylee's feet left the mat completely leaving her to dangle. She winced as arms flexed in around her with crushing force. She had to break free quick or things we're going to spiral downhill fast.

"If all you needed was a ugh, hug... we could have talked it o-over, tch." She leaned her body back as far as she could, tilting her neck to the point the back of her head was nearly resting on Cicilia's shoulder. Her long legs stretched out, kicking out at the open air, trying to blindly find the ropes in hope of making a break.