Kara vs Cicilia - Hardcore Match

Match Type: Hardcore Match
Ring Type: Standard AFW Ring
Rules: Disqualifications, rope breaks and count outs are invalid
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

This has just not been Kara’s week.

Kara:

It started with her hearing rumors that an old friend of hers had shown up in the AFW roster and while she hadn’t confirmed Madison was in town the idea already had her set on edge. Then make things worse she found out that her next match was scheduled to be a hardcore match. Now as strange as it might sound to someone who has seen her in action hardcore matches always left a bad taste in her mouth. Sure her job usually ends with someone badly bruised but for her there is always at least an implication that the goal of any given match isn’t simply to hurt your opponent. Hardcore matches to her always seemed like more of a sick excuse to beat someone else to a pulp without the usual repercussions.

Finally to top everything off she found out just who she is scheduled to wrestle. While she doesn't know every wrestler on the roster she has heard of Cicilia and everything she's heard puts the nature of this match in a grim new light. Of the two matches she had already watched brutal was the only way to describe them. They both ended with someone beaten and bloody on the floor, and from what she’s seen Cicilia was often the one delivering the beating. While there was always a small voice of doubt that warned she might lose that voice wasn’t quite so small tonight.

So here she is, watching reruns of Cicilia’s matches minutes before her match, trying to figure out something to give her an edge. One video that caught her attention was some short made by one of her fans titled “Fastest matches in the AFW”. She opens it up and sure enough it's a video of Cecilia against two opponents with a running time of under six minutes. The first is some tiny blond that gets knocked out in a single punch, and while the girl was mouthy Kara can’t help but feel a little off. The second clip is a match with a smaller mask wearing wrestler, though calling it a fight would be charitable. The whole thing lasts less than five minutes, pre fight banter included, the rest of the "fight" is a one sided beating. It takes Kara a second to realize she is gripping her laptop so tight that her knuckles have gone white.

‘This isn’t a schoolyard Kara, you aren’t paid to protect anyone here,’ she tries to remind herself, but that little voice of doubt is forgotten and buried.

A knock at the door reminds her that the previous match had just finished and her's is starting soon. Kara thanks the crew member, takes a deep breath and makes her way to the gorilla position. She straightens her outfit to make sure it is all in place and walks out into the light.

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Her music fills the arena as she enters but despite herself she can instantly feel a difference in the atmosphere from her normal matches. There is the usual excitement, but with is is an underlying current of fear as the audience watches her approach. She doesn't walk to the ring with much fanfare, besides a wave when she sees a sign with her name. The inside of the ring already has a few weapons lying around, a chair in one corner, one of those wooden swords in another, what looks like a brass knuckle in the center. There must have been another match like this just now because she could swear that the brass knuckles had something red on them. She does her best to push it all aside, watching the entrance ramp with cold focus. It’s just another match same as any other. Just like the others.

Cicilia was tired of hard-core matches and everything they stood for... Too many of them had taken bites out of the Juggernaut, bites sometimes crippling... others simply scarring. The boxer did everything she could to end each and every one of these matches as fast as she possibly could, trying to steam-roll her opponents into the dust... but it seemed that this approach only ended in further damage to her... Damage that couldn't be undone by a day or two in a hospital. The Juggernaut had her regrets too, regrets that sometimes came from her successes in these matches. It wasn't often she could nail someone to the wall as quick as she intends too but when she does, the beat-downs are brutal... brutal and effective...

...Her opponents don't get up after weathering them...

It was another hard-core match, a fight scheduled without her consent or knowledge until a day or two before. This shocked her because... these kinds of fights usually required approval from both the management and the fighter herself before she goes in there but this time...? Someone must've made an exception! Even though the time she had was stunted and her options were non-existent, the German did everything she could to try and cancel the fight short of hurting herself or getting cripplingly sick...

but to no avail...

... She didn't want to fight today... but she had to... She had to fight someone named "Kara."

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Cicilia seemed more angry and frustrated than usual as she made her way down the ramp, her theme blasting out over the crowd... as harsh and crude as the girl herself. She didn't have time for this. She wanted to go home and sleep the day and night away until she couldn't feel anything anymore... She wanted to lose herself in the senseless abyss of rest...

...But When had Cicilia ever gotten what she desired...?

She said not a word to Kara as she slipped into the ring, her gaze as heavy as iron as she glared across the ring at the girl of comparable size... as if this was her fault somehow... For all she knew, it was! Apparently nobody was above going behind Cicilia's back to force her into matches! Nobody was beyond threats of bodily harm to herself or even her girlfriend! ...Whatever. Kara was done with a capital "D." It was just a matter of time...

Kara watches Cicilia walk into the ring and her impressions line up more or less with what she was expecting. Built like a tank, if a little shorter than her, here and there she can see scars on her face and body. Signs of just how familiar she is with matches like these, which sends a chill down her spine.

Though her attitude doesn't exactly scream anger fueled berserker. No instead she seemed... tired? No annoyed seemed more appropriate, that is the kind of look Kara might give someone who asked her to make a grocery run in the middle of the night.

‘Is that all I am? Some gnat to be swatted before getting on with the day?’ Kara thinks to herself, and her blood pressure rises slightly before she takes a deep breath. ‘Calm down Kara, don’t antagonize her more than you have to.’

She tries to repeat this to herself as she walks to the center of the ring, glancing at the referee who was giving them time to do the usual prebattle banter. That’s fine, just wish her luck and get on with it. Kara look back at Cicilia and sees, or imagines, something in those red eyes that she’s all too familiar with. Apathy.

“Well aren’t you the talkative type,” Kara says dryly. “What? Disappointed they didn’t send someone from kawaii for you to pummel?”

‘So much for being diplomatic,’

Cicilia froze once what Kara was implying had reached her, the Juggernaut's annoyed gaze flashing into one of outrage... What was she trying to say? That she ENJOYED squashing those girls like bugs...? Did she not know how fighting actually worked? The German went from one to eight on the anger scale faster than one could flip a switch, Cicilia practically glaring daggers and her opponent... an opponent that came into the ring dressed in what was practically a swimsuit... HOW DARE she judge her? How dare she think such things when she didn't know ANYTHING about ANYTHING!?

"...What, you like starting shit or something?" Cicilia growled her body tensing up, muscles flaring! She wasn't hiding anything anymore... With a swift toss of her shoulder, her jacket was thrown aside, leaving the boxer in only her sports-bra and shorts, showing off her well-formed form to her opponent! Scars ran down her stomach and sides, across her biceps and wrists, scars she had sustained in a battle nobody could have won... She FUMED that this woman would've thought she was anything like them, that would take PLEASURE in hurting someone so much weaker and pathetic than her... Cicilia took a step forward, cracking her knuckles...

"Are you so stupid that you don't know the first rule of fighting? 'Win as fast as you can.'" She squared RIGHT up with Kara, looking her dead in the eye as she spat back her response, not giving an inch of ground to her! It would be a sign of weakness in both her physical and moral position... She wouldn't give her such satisfaction! "Why don't you shut up and put up before you say something you'll regret?"

‘Well that’s about the reaction I was expecting,’ Kara thinks to herself as Cicilia throws her jacket aside.

When Cicilia throws off her jacket Kara takes a second to look her over, sure enough she’s muscular perhaps more so than herself. But what draws her eyes are the scars, a veritable tapestry of markings all over her. Just how often does this woman get into fights like this?

Kara’s attention is drawn back to Cicilia’s ruby red eyes when the German boxer threatens her. For all her faults no one could say that Kara was a coward. Throwing threats or orders at her tend to just makes her more entrenched in whatever decision she had made. Which in this case is kicking someone’s ass.

“Sure chica, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Kays says her words dripping with sarcasm. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As Kara takes a step forward to push against Cicilia she notices something uneven under her boot. She looks down and sees the brass knuckle beneath her boot. After a moment’s pause Kara kicks the weapon away and out of the ring, hoping her message is very clear “I don’t need it”.

Despite how angry the German was, that didn't, in the least, take from her observational skills. When Kara's eyes flicked down, the boxer's did too... and she spotted a weapon just underneath her foot: A pair of brass knuckles... Not wooden ones that just added a little bit of "OOMPH" to your punch, not a glove that would protect your fist when it inevitably impacted with hard bone... No, that was crushing metal under her foot, a weapon that could easily crack someone's arm if it impacted enough times, let alone someone's cheek-bone, jaw or even skull. The presence of such a potentially lethal tool quietly shocked the Juggernaut! Wasn't there some kind of regulation here?? They might as well had slipped knives and full-sized metal bats into this place as well!

...Something wasn't right here... She didn't trust that this was an "honest" fight...

...But again, she was surprised that Kara didn't make a move to scoop them up. No, in fact, she tossed them away as if they were as much annoying as they could be game-breaking for her! The Juggernaut's gaze flicked back up to Kara's her anger gone for the moment, replaced with a look of curiosity... Just what kind of person WAS she? Kara obviously wasn't afraid of hitting someone's blind-spots, of stabbing knives into places that would be vulnerable for any reasonable person and yet, when it came to picking up a real weapon, she faltered...

Odd.

Cicilia's hostility flared back, though not as much, when Kara PUSHED against her, their chests and bodies mashing against one another in some kind of challenge... a challenge against which the boxer did not budge. No, she looked dead in the other girl's eyes and stood her ground, the intensity between them practically palpable!

Kara probably shouldn’t be thinking about this but she couldn’t help but notice that Cicilia’s chest is way larger than her own. Were she not so focused she might have blushed a little at the close contact. Now all she can feel is the energy emanating between the two of them.

When the referee signals to ring the bell Kara stays staring down Cicilia for a moment before backing off to give herself room to work. She raises her arms to offer a test of strength. Partially because she wanted to see just what kind of strength she is dealing with. Mostly because she knows that Cicilia is a boxer and any chance to deny her that skill is a chance worth taking.

Cicilia didn't pay ANY mind to the size of their chests. In fact, her thoughts couldn't POSSIBLY have been further from such a meaningless achievement in having a larger size. What a joke it was that some girls actually cared about such things... Didn't they have bigger problems than the size of their baby-feeding organs? Was Sex appeal all that mattered to them? Bah. What a joke. It was a SAD day when a girl found herself self-conscious because of such things...

The sanguine-eyed boxer didn't give Kara any room to push forward when the bell rang... and the German was ready to lash out with a brutal strike right at the start of it all but the blue-themed wrestler actually retreated if only a couple of steps, giving up on their apparent battle-of-breasts and instead offering her hands out to the Juggernaut for a contest of strength? ...What, she thought she could keep up with her...? Another hopeless contest Kara apparently thought she could win... Whatever. For what this woman said, it would be her PLEASURE to knock her down every last peg she thought she stood upon... and then break them over her head while she was at it!

"Hmph." Cicilia grunted as she locked hands with Kara... AND THEN PROCEEDED TO INSTANTLY SHOVE INTO HER AT FULL STRENGTH, her teeth gritting as she put every last ounce of her muscle into GRIND KARA TO DUST! She didn't attempt to push the other girl towards the ropes... No, she aimed to push her DOWN, not back! The German attempted to LOOM over Kara, dominate the space around them and the woman herself, to IMPOSE ON EVERY INCH OF SPACE KARA HAD!

For a moment Kara thought that Cicilia would punch her head in, as she saw the german’s limbs tense for a strike. If she did plan something she didn’t follow through, instead accepting the lock up. Now she just had to test the waters, see just what she’s working with. Rather that is what Kara would have done.

Instead the moment the two lock up Cicilia goes from zero to a hundred and drives into Kara. The sudden push catches Kara off guard, and all that weight and force tries to drive her down  forcing her to one knee. Kara barely manages to be completely knocked down, having to bend or risk Cicilia completely overpowering her. Despite her precarious position and everything she was feeling before she allows herself a small smile. Sometimes the promise of a good fight is all she needs.

“Okay red eyes,” Kara says her blue eyes coming to life. “I’ll start trying.”

Kara will try to get her feet underneath her and drive against Cicilia with all she’s got, throwing her entire body at Cicilia. Not just push her back to equal footing but to shove Cicilia down to her knees.

"Tough talk... from someone who can't back it up." Cicilia fired back.

The German's blitzkrieg had worked like a charm, stealing away almost all of Kara's meaningful ground, FORCING HER DOWN in a matter of moments! It was only a few seconds in and Kara was already bending the knee to her... much like the distasteful Nazis she had been compared to in the past. Now Kara might TRY to fight back, to gain some of that ground she had lost so early... but she lacked the strength to make any meaningful, let alone comparable headway against the boxer! Cicilia focused almost exclusively on strength when it came to her training, believing firmly that all it took was enough might to take down someone who favored their mind... Strength over Skill was her motto...

...One might argue that it was just an excuse not to learn submissions, that this kind of training was almost an overt act of defiance against the branches of wrestling that required agility and finesse... and they might be right... but Cicilia would never admit it.

In any case, Kara had stopped the German taking her COMPLETELY to the floor with her own push-back, but there she remained, trapped and vulnerable on her knees, having "started to try" but not yet hard enough. The Juggernaut cocked back a leg... before bringing it up rapidly so that her knee SLAMS into Kara's chin, all the while pulling her into it with their hands so firmly locked together!