Cicilia De'Reignhardt VS Yumi Kuroushī

Yumi couldn't just stand there and enjoy the pain, even if she wanted. After all she was in the middle of the match and couldn't just let opponent slowly use that to destroy her and get the win. So she kicked her and it seemed it had work, but the Juggernaut wasn't out yet and still A LOT more to give.

The twisted went forwards trying to grab her opponent's throat and try to sweep her leg to make her fall on her back. To her surprise, Cicilia was a lot stronger then she though. Maybe much more then she got at first impression. As Cici grabbed her hand and leg stopped right on it's tracks when it came on contact to the Juggernaut's leg. "Nani?!" She felt a bit of fear, when realizing she was being overpowered by her.

...However was too late to do anything, as Cici already was throwing her fist at her face. The punch hit her head on, as she let out like a small moan. "Sugoi!" She would walk back in instict, however she would trip on Cici's leg, falling back-first into the floor, leaving her open for the Juggernaut's attacks.

There aren't many things more disgusting in the world than pain-fetishist, the German was discovering. People who got their rocks off by getting their block knocked off was completely repulsive to her... especially since they reveled in a feeling that had plagued her for her whole existence! When it came to fights, you were supposed to avoid damage... to fight back for the sake of winning, not to just... get turned on! Images of broken bones and blood was supposed to turn someone off, not get them excited! What does it take to beat sense into these people? What kind of things would have to happen to them for those disgusting smiles and perverse compliments to disappear from their lips?

...Apparently not a dead-on punch to the face.

Yumi fell to the floor as harshly as a sack of potatoes, tripping over the boxer's foot as she moaned in pleasure. The Juggernaut simply followed her without a word, cocking back her her foot... and SLAMMING it into the blonde-girl's ribs in an effort to flip her on her front! If her kick connected and did as it was intended, the German would drop herself down HARD upon Yumi's back, sitting upon it's mid-point before grabbing under her chin and LOCKING Yumi back in an agonizing Camel Clutch!

There was usually some type of meaning to the way Cicilia fought. Sometimes it was to prove a point, other times it was to establish herself... There was nothing with weight she could attach to this beyond the perverse desires of her opponent. Fighting, in it's seemingly pure nature to succeed in physical dominance over a foe... as completely tainted by those that would seek it's more base rewards, reducing the art to nothing short of an arousing act apparently. All Cicilia could do was attempt to silence her... to steal away her consciousness so she might walk away.

...and pray to never encounter this kind of "fighter" again.

The physical pain was more then just for pleasure, for the Japanese. It was mostly to forget the all the other pain, keeping her distracted from the past. After all, she was just someone with the bad luck of having a crazy childhood... Those events just mad her even more unstable each year it passed. She didn't really knew why others could do it, but that was her reason.

...However this time, was a pleasure fair beyond that she passed before. There was something about Cici's punches that were different from the others, maybe the strength and the way she punches. Made her feel more fulfilled, as she was laying on floor with her creppy smile, slowly breathing and launching small giggles, almost if was enjoying it for the most she can.

It didn't last long, before Yumi recieved a kick to the ribs and in reaction she turned face down, while her smile twisting even more. The kick only just give her more to enjoy, but there was more coming for her, as she felt the German slam her body on her back. Surprised she let out a small squeak, before the Juggernaut locked her arms under her chin and putting on a pain Camel Clutch.

As soon Yumi got locked by Cici, she lets some slight moans. The twisted woman was enjoying it, maybe a bit far too much. But that wasn't for long, as she stopped a couple of seconds later and recover her composure while still enjoying every second. She changed her attention back to Cici with a feeling she could spice things a bit more. "Are you done yet, Sweety?"

To spice even more, she would use her free arm trying to elbow her ribs. This way she could either sting her even more or get her out of her and if that wasn't working, she would try to kick her in the back with her legs.

"Sweety...?" Cicilia growled, her eyes flaring up at the mere mention of this pet-name! "I can break your back in two! Don't test m- Ghhh!" Yumi struck at the German's ribs with her free arm, digging at her exposed sides like the mad beast she was! What could the German do to fight against this attack? What could Cicilia do to protect herself?

The Juggernaut would loop an arm under the one Yumi was using to attack her with, preventing it's mobility, then the boxer simply LOOPED her other one under her opponent's neck and YERKING her back in an even more agonizing hold! It was as if she were a reverse medieval torture-rack, intent on snapping this girl in half in the most painful way possible! ...And she knew Yumi loved it... Look at her, smiling and lapping up the pain like some sick poison-addict...

Disgusting....

"HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW!?" She demanded, craning her opponent back more and more and MORE with each tug! She wanted Yumi to have her fill... to enjoy every bit... and then realize as her bell continues to be stuffed with pain that the belly-ache she would soon attain would be nothing less than intolerable!

It seems that her plan as worked, hearing the rage of Cici's voice. Now Cici seems nothing other then a mindless beast and was still land a blow to her to add even more salt to the wound.

However she never predicted how she reacted. Yumi was surprised again, as the Juggernaut took hold of one of her arms, making it unuseable and then warp her other arm around her neck to pull her back. Even though she could feel clearly the pain in her back, she was wondering she wanted to snap her back, which maybe would be a bit harder then that, or choke her. Either way, she could only think about her fiery eyes while Cici was torturing her.

As obvious, Yumi was smiling twistly not only for her pain but also that the German kept surprising her. Her strength caused her physical pain like none before, strong strikes, painful positions and submissions. But maybe was a better idea to not keep handling all pain, starting to have problems breathing as she was under a lot of stress. "I'm feeling...Quite good. But you keep... surprising me."

With that in mind, Yumi had to remove her from on top of her and from that position not a lot could be made. Since using her other arm would just leave to the same conclusion and using her legs would be unnecessarely hard. So she could just do a simple thing. She would swing her head forward before swinging it backwards trying to headbut Cici in the face, in an attempt to shove Cici off her. "But now, get off!"

"Rrrrrrr!" Cicilia snarled as Yumi casually brushed off her hold with a rather smooth and casual confirmation that she felt GREAT! She couldn't believe it. Scratch that, she could've but she didn't damn-well want to! She had hoped this hold would WRENCH SOME SENSE out of her, make her fear and dislike pain as it was supposed to be... but no. She reveled in it... Smiled and spoke of it as if the German were giving her a favored treat! It really wasn't so much anger at this point as it was disgust... It was like looking into the black, soulless eyes of a spider and seeing something so alien, you couldn't help but cringe away. Cicilia didn't even know if she BROKE something of this girl (be it an arm, leg or back), she would've stopped smiling. How could she actually beat someone into submission... if they literally kept asking for more!

Before the German could truly ponder this question, the back of Yumi's head SLAMMED into the German's face, specifically hitting home upon her nose and upper jaw! She growled loudly in pain, abandoning this failed submission and taking a few steps back, a hand reflexively coming up to cradle her poor, wounded face! Her other hand, just as reflexively, shot out between herself and the crazed blonde psycho, extended as if to deter any immediately charges against her!

Slowly, the boxer would pull back her palm from her face, spotting a small red splotch upon her skin where blood had dribbled down from a nostril...

"Grrrrrr...." She hissed upon seeing her own blood, glaring back over at her opponent with RAGE. Whatever happened next... she promised to herself it would solely be dedicated to bringing this girl down... as quickly... and as messily as need be!

Yumi enjoyed Cici's submission while she could, before having to get her off as she was starting to get tired of it. She had been starting to take some deep breaths, her "pain enjoyment" was coming to an end and the german's wish to see the japanese finally in pain could came true. But Yumi had other ideas.

She could get out of the floor finally, after the german had unleash her attack upon her. Getting on her feet, she scratched her head while looking at the blooding Cici looking for some blood herself. Hearing her growl towards her made her smile, her rage was like giving happyness to her. Due to that intense lock to her back, she wasn't actually sure if was BROKEN or not. But she had a great idea to test it out.

Yumi would bend her back, leaving her to look at Cici from in a upside position. "Oh, Are you tired? I guess is my turn then... Ahaha!" Yumi would go back to a stading up position before turning around and dash at the same time towards Cici, using this time to get her while she was week. She would attempt to pull her leg upwards trying to hit her with her barefoot in her face with a running Big Boot.

Yumi rushed right at Cicilia like a train upon broken rails... but if she thought the German was utterly defenseless, what a fool she was. ...Or perhaps she did not care. After all, she seemed to enjoy self-harm and practical suicide by rushing down the Juggernaut after attacking her this way...

Yumi raised her leg, slamming a BIG boot across Cicilia's cheek... but she did not fall.... No, she did not even take a step back from the impact! The hit was solid, the sound a hearty *CRACK* across her face... But the German only pulled her head, back, her eyes a glaring RED with only the lightest scuff upon her cheek.

"What... Is that the best you can do...?" Cicilia growled, grabbing Yumi's leg before she could bring it back! If she got a firm grip, the boxer would PULL her opponent towards her HARSHLY, aiming to RIP her other foot out from under her with the sheer power of the pull! Should she succeed, the German would let go of the leg she had taken, allowing Yumi to fall... only for her to bring that arm back up in a fist... and SLAM it down into the girl's FACE, smashing her back down into the floor!

Spoiler:

Yumi had her head full of ideas, ideas to make sure she could pay Cici back for the wonderful services and a rest to make her "pain joy" recover. Maybe follow up with some more kick or punchs, or maybe even go for a submission. Who knew, the possibilities were endless.

... However, those ideas that Yumi had were nothing but Illusions.

As her foot hit Cici in the face, she felt accomplish with such a solid hit, but her expression quickly changed. She felt like she had hit a wall, looking at the German static, like her kick was nothing more then tickles. Her expression was with a bit fear, something she didn't had since back then... "You-?!" Before she could even continue her sentence, she felt a good grip  on her leg, before it being yanked. She looked at the Boxer's face for the quick seconds she was airborne before falling, however she wasn't only going to met the floor again, but also Cici's fist that was smacked into her face before sandwiching her in the floor.

She stood right there for a couple of seconds, as blood was running for her nose and, possibily from the back of her head, thinking about what was happening. Her luck, is that her body is quite though... Unfortunately, for not the best reasons. She felt a bit dizzy, maybe due to the non-stop beating she was getting by the German. She was feeling a bit happy and also angry.

The Frustation wasn't just for the beat down but also reminds her a bit about the past. Soon she let the rage take over, as now more then ever she wanted to pay back to the German. Yumi went to try and grab her wrist of the arm she used to attack. If successful, she would try to twist her arm, making her thumb be between her chest and the Juggernaut's hand and her pinky upwards and warp her legs around her arm, with the remaining strength she has to try and lock her in a cross armbar.

Cicilia FLATTED Yumi to the floor as if she were built to do so, the other girl lay SPRAWLED upon the earth! She appeared shocked, eyes wide and confused as if asking how she ended up here... Well... The German held no pity for her... After all, it seemed that this girl was both asking for and enjoyed the pain that was brought upon her. What else could she do in a fight other than beat her to a pulp... or walk away?

Cicilia casually backed up a good few steps as the opposing blonde LUNGED at her, the girl's grabbing fingers reaching JUST short of their target! The German would watch as Yumi would fall short of her lunge, the Boxer merely backing up another couple of steps, cautiously watching... Her sanguine eyes appeared more tired than angry, her brow furrowed, her lips curled downward in a frustrated frown... This girl didn't hit hard enough to make her mad, really and she wasn't anything she hadn't seen before among the other rabble that had polluted the AFW...

For the first time in a long time, the German felt her muscles begin to ache with exhaustion mind fight because... there wasn't an ounce of adrenaline in her to make it all hide from view. He sighed heavily and just waited for Yumi to get up again... because apparently she had no idea how outmatched she was. They never did... And it was so tiring... Cicilia found herself longing not for a punching bag, but for her bed with a nice, warm, cuddly Sayumi to curl up with, someone that, after a long shower together, she could relax next to and forget she had to do this ALL over again the next day.

The German found herself loathing the war she had turned her career into... and now she just wanted a rest...

A LONG... QUIET... rest...