Cicilia De'Reignhardt VS Yumi Kuroushī

Street Match: Standard match with the use of blunt weapons and is on the outside of the building.
Winning condition: Pinfall or submission the opponent.

It was a beatiful night. Well, at least for Yumi as she just had got a message telling she had a match ready for her. She playing with a knife while reading the message, getting happier and more excited as each second passed. She could only imagine what might happen in the match, all the blows, the pain and twists. At least it was enough for her sleep well and have good dreams about it...

The next day she was more then ready, she was more then eager for the match. In the locker room Yumi, was dressing up as she was thinking who was her opponent, or rather say, victim. She was so exicted that never ended up check who it was and now was using this opportunity to think about it, while still dressing up and warm up. Having enough of thinking about it, she just decided to make it a big suprise. Might be a nice girl, a strong tall one or maybe even small and fast one, who knows. It could be better to just leave it be. She getting outside of the room and start to walk down the hallway, however instead going deeper into the building, she went the other way.

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She would reach outside into an anexed street to the building with barriers to limit the area and a bunch of weapons on the edge of the improvised ring. Yumi violently open the door as she would step to face some guys with cameras, supposendly... "Heelllloo~. So is this where is the match happening? This sure is exciting." The twisted going to the ring as well, to one of the side of said ring. She sitting down with legs crossed, making some noise with her mouth which could seem to be a melody to a music as she was waiting.

....It was not a beautiful night... It was a dreadful one. Cicilia had been doing everything in her power to keep back these hard-core weapon-filled no-rules matches for the sake of her own health, deflecting a great number before one eventually had gotten through. These kinds of matches usually only ended with one more scar marking the Juggernaut's skin, another tally upon her flesh as if the memories of it were not enough. AFW had been quite a profitable career choice for her, allowing her to live on her own with the woman she so cared about but... sometimes the toll it asked from her was steep as all hell...

She was always paired up with the crazies, the nutbars, the an insane, apparently those folks making great TV to the people sick enough to watch their matches. Cicilia, first optimistic about the state of Japan verses the family-owned/regulated/monopolized Germany but she became more and more cynical with each asylum inmate she was put up against like she was a gladiator in ancient Rome... More crazy people, more blood-lusting fools who just did this to get off on their own pain, more psychotic bitches for Cicilia to mash into paste...

...Where the hell were all the NORMALS? Where were the people she didn't have to fear when she got into the ring? Did they think she BELONGED in this circle of crazy? Did they want her to fight exclusively THERE?

These were all questions Cicilia asked herself as she was directed NOT to one of the rings INSIDE but to a lot near the outside of the AFW, sectioned off with a gate that already had spectators... with her opponent dressed like a chick from Street-Fighter sitting in a corner. Boy, did she look just as crazy even if she didn't resemble her cosplay at all. The German's expression was stoic and hard, her revealed body covered in scars and cuts across her abs, chest and arms, one across one of her eyes.... She looked weathered, tired and stubborn... not at all like her opponent who appeared energetic and READY!

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Weapons were all around them... Clubs (all wood, thank god), knuckle-dusters, gloves... one of which Cicilia picked up... only to feel it weighing MUCH more than she expected... know doubt the knuckles weighed down in metal... All these made available to these girls to kill themselves with.

...And she hated it... She hate this so much....

"Get up and lets get this over with." Cicilia growled at her opponent, raising her fists defensively.

The match didn't even started, and the opponents already seemed quite... angry at her and out of energy. Yumi though that maybe had to weird her out a bit, maybe even pull out some creepy moves, but no. Her opponents already had enough of that, like had fight with insane people before and maybe it was just it, but she couldn't really be sure. Cicilia's aggresive approach kind of caught the twisted woman off guard, as she looked at her raising her fists. Yumi grinning. "Oh my... Did you woke up in the wrong side of the bed or what? You seem a bit stressed. Did my face put on a bad humor? hehe..."

Doing as the woman said, Yumi uncrossed her legs and putting her arms on the ground before impulsing herself forward above her arms that kept contact with the floor, bending her body in a bridging motion. As soon feet touched with the floor, she kept the momentum to put herself to on her full height, using a unnecessary gymnastic move to put herself stading.

Yumi started analyzing the German Boxer's body, noticing the scars and bruises all over the body. It was intringuing seeing her all damaged, raising some questions. Did she got them by fighting? Maybe she got an past similar to her own? Or was because of the pervious "Insane contenders"? Who knew and if depends on how this is going, it could leave another one. Yumi could only feel something new or that she might had forgotten, pitty and empathy. That was if she still had inside her. "So many cuts and scars... They do seem quite interesting ones."

About weapons... she didn't really knew how to feel about them. She really didn't used weapons, from aside a knife but not even in the middle of combat, so more at the end to degenerates. Not minding the weapons, she would slowly walking towards Cici, as a grin appeared on her face. Yumi stopped in front on her opponent, a meter or few from her, raising her right leg to assume the fighting stance of what seem the same to the characters she was cosplaying as.

"Shut up and fight, you idiot!" Cicilia growled, blushing as her cosplaying opponent looked ALL up and down her scars... She was used to someone staring... that much happened enough at the gym for her to have gotten used to the feeling of being probed... the feeling of eyes crawling down her back... It was much more rare, however, for someone to speak up and say something! It was usually the younger ones, girls who weren't smart enough yet to know that some questions shouldn't be asked... THOSE ones bothered her... They... they forced her to relive those memories the German had fought so hard to bury, memories she'd prefer lost in her mind instead of resting right behind her eyes...

...And so, flashes of blood washing out over the concrete in front of her appeared before the German. the ghost-sensations of steel cutting her skin... It all invoked an anger of embarrassment... of helplessness out of the Juggernaut... And now Yumi would pay for her careless choice of words!

The instant the bell rang, Cicilia lashed out with a sudden and SHARP jab into her opponent's face, aiming to STAB into her nose with her knuckles and send her reeling abck with the lightning-fast punch! Whether it connected or not, the Juggernaut would press the attack without a moment's hesitation, swinging HARD left, then equally strong RIGHT, aiming to BEAT this girl's face back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until her senses were left scrambled! Her fists came in as slow and as unstoppable as a pair of glaciers ... The slugger that personified the art!

"Did I touched a nerve? Bad experiences? Don't worry, it goes both ways..." It seems that pissing the german was easier than she though, her face showing that Yumi was successful even if she actually was interested on knowing how she got those scars. She knew very well, how painful those could be, either mentally or physically. But sometimes it was needed to come on top, even if could bring some of her own.

Watching Cicilia come at her with her punch, she knew had to react fast. Asking questions about her opponent seemed to be enough to make her mad, so it was only a matter of time until she attackited. Quickly lowering her right leg, starting move her body to the left while using one of her arms to move the punch to the other way, trying to be able to deflect it. Even if she was ready for it, the attack was so hard that could be hard to dodge, and she would probably get hit head on if wasn't for her speed.

This could give her the chance to counter attack, as the punch probably left her open. Yumi lowering her stance, putting her self on position to kick her right leg with her left one, trying to stop her assault. if successful, she would try to attack back Cici with her own fast punch to the face.

Pissing off Cicilia was usually the last thing anyone with an ounce of sense wanted to do. To make the German angry was to invite suffering in copious amounts and to TAUNT her only brought the full weight of Karma's mighty hammer down upon those who were stupid enough to make themselves targets! Then again, those Cicilia were put up with were rarely smart enough to figure this out, whether from their own clear signs of mania or such utter and blatant arrogance that kept them blind to the danger ahead.

Yumi seemed to suffer from both of these problems... and would soon suffer a third in the German's punches!

...Or at least, that was the plan. the smaller blonde was quick... quicker than the German anticipated! She swiftly ducked to the side, pushing the boxer's punch in the opposite direction but such a minor counter did little for the boxer to stop her attack! She pressed on the girl like she was DIO's road-roller, her punches rapid and powerful! She slammed to her left and right harder and harder, faster and faster, trying to catch the girl... or at least force her back against the cage within which they were forced to fight!

...But Yumi was fast... faster than Cicilia... and so was able to bounce around her punches like the worthless little fly she was, buzzing and smiling like the world's most annoying target!

As the boxer moved in to attempt and CRUSH Yumi again... only for a sudden kick to SLAM into the boxer's leg, knocking off her stance! Cicilia's eyes widened, shocked... before a punch SLAMMED into her cheek, JERKING her face to the side! She appeared stunned, slowed by the blow... before her hand shot up and GRABBED Yumi's wrist, pulling her in close! Cicilia pulled her head back in, her eyes BURNING with anger as she brought her free hand up in a IMPALING uppercut into her opponent's stomach, aiming to JERK her into it and keep this girl from running away!

It was no use. It seems Yumi couldn't talk to the boxer, clearly annyoed of her and only had passed a couple of minutes. Cici made it clear that she didn't wanted to deal with her anymore. Talking and taunting her it seemed to made mad, far more that it was needed. and it could be felt through the power and speed of her frightening punches! The sound produced by force of her fists sure was scary, and being hit by one of those seemed even more.

...However it seems her agile body, saved her from a dangerous situation again. Dodging out of the way of the barrage of punches and still make it to counter attack the german.

With a grin her face, she had hit Cici's leg with her kick and with a punch right on the face, shocked by it. But it seems that enough, some seconds grabbing her wrist and YANKING her to the boxer. Her eyes meet with Cici's burning ones, surprised by this unexpected and violent approach. This weird moment as she was pushed right to her face, confused she stared into the oponent's beatiful which were full of anger, was broken with her fist hitting the maniac's stomach.

Yumi felt all air she had stored leave immediately, as the punch landed on her. Started gasping, but the it sounds more as of pleasure instead of suffering, beforing taking an step back, breathing in the air that she had just lost and looking her in the eyes again.

"Your punches are so powerful! They make me feel pain like never before. But... can you take as well, as you give?!" Yumi using this opportunity, would grab her arm, the same one Cici used get the twisted closer, and PULL the boxer right towards her! If successful, with the other arm, grabbing the opposite shoulder, starting to change slighty her course, going a bit more downwards, while at the same time lifting her right leg, trying to violently drive her knee upwards right to her chest and also make her head hit against the upper part of the same leg.

Yumi tried to pull back, to free herself from the Juggernaut's grasp but Cicilia wouldn't let her go after one simple punch... No, this girl seemed far to CONTENT with the punch she had taken! Look at her... It was like she had to remember to enjoy it... One second, she was doubled-over, gasping for air, and the next she was smiling that twisted, ugly, unnatural smile NOBODY should ever bare... It was sickening.

...Pain meeting pleasure...

"Oh, verdammt noch mal ..." Cicilia growled, hearing how this girl praised her punches... PRAISED THEM while she was TAKING THEM! These were the kind of people she was trying to move away from... Those freaks that got high of their own inner damage-recognition system, who got aroused when their internal structural support were fractured in places or when their outer-protective shell was rended and their life-juices spilled out onto the floor. She couldn't STAND how utterly off-the-rocker these women could BE! There had to be men out there that were like this too but, with god as her witness, she hadn't seen a damn one!

...She wondered if there were any apartments closer to the Tension arena... There HAD to be less crazies there, right? RIGHT!? She'd do ANYTHING to not get paired up with another one of these!

"Shut the FUCK up before I get my hands around your throa-" SUDDENLY Cicilia was being pulled down, DOWN into a knee being STABBED into her solar-plexus!

"GAGH!" She coughed, air being decompressed out of her lungs and expelled through her mouth! The German growled loudly, the noises she emitted like that of a wild beast, her "beautiful" sanguine eyes alight like the fires of hell! With a roar, Cicilia's hands SHOT up, grabbing Yuki by each side of her head, the butt of each of her palms resting on her temples! With a low, hostile growl, the German began to squeeze, as if she were trying to POP Yuki's skull like a water-melon!

Yumi grinned, as she saw her opponent gasping for air, in that damaged looked. The twisted woman looked at the german, thinking about what she said before, something in her languange which she didn't knew. She was curious about it, but seeing Cici struggle was more ammusing for her then some peice of words without meaning for her. "Oh! Are you hurt?" It seems Yumi wasn't done with mocking Cici as the more she looked at her the more she wanted to do it.

She stared into Cici's eyes and her expression of rage, and could only find it cute. Something weird to think, as she looked like she wants to kill her.

"What were you trying to say? get your hands around my throat?" She started to imagine it her head.  "Actually believe it or not, that's one of my favorite ways to hurt. I guess is because I like to see people strugle until they fall unconscious..." Distracted on her thoughts, she was surprised by the german, shooting her arms at her and grabbing her head and start squizing it. The japanese was caught between an expression of suffering and enjoyment, as Cici kept crush her head. Yumi started to show an exprection of slight enjoyment, as she went to grab her hands trying to pull them away from her head, which would be a lot harder since the juggernaut was much stronger, but could be enough to weaken the hold.

Using this opportunity as the boxer disposed of her hands to squeeze her head, she would try to go for a kick with her right leg towards her ribs in an attempt to her to drop her hold and hurt her and expossure her to an counter. If successful, Yumi would stretch her arm towards Cicilia's throat trying to squezee it and sweep her leg, slamming her into the floor back-first with a chokehold STO.

"I don't care." Cicilia growled as she SQUEEZED at Yumi's skull, intent to shatter it into pieces between her hands! Cicilia's strength was mighty and it was possible she could cause considerable damage if she was given the time... but Yumi had other plans in mind! As much as she proclaimed to enjoy hurting others, she didn't seem too fond of the receiving end, instead delivering upon the German's stomach in a respectable KNEE-strike! Cicilia winced, swallowing a gag that was building in her stomach... but she did not relent her grip... She was the Juggernaut, damn it and she wouldn't be so easily stopped! If Yumi still attempted to grab at Cicilia's throat, it was then she would relent, a hand shooting down to GRAB the blonde's wrist, stopping it just short of touching her! Her fingers would close around Yumi's arm like a vice as her other hand cocked back, pulling the girl in close as she threw a massive punch RIGHT at the center of her face!

If Yumi attempted her sweep... it would be as if her legs had struck the trunk of trees, her measly little impact doing little to shift the supports of the boxer! It impacted, without a doubt... stung, yeah... But effective? No. The German wasn't playing around today. She wanted out of this as fast as she possibly could...

She was so damn tired of fighting... Yes, she admitted it, even before she had walked into this damned place... She was fucking tired and she needed a god-damned break! She needed time at home with her girlfriend, she needed time to just sleep and relax her mind... she needed time on the beach watching the sun set...

...She couldn't keep doing this day-in and day-out forever...