Cicilia De'Reighnhardt vs Akane Akyama: The Rage of Two Tempers!!!

Despite her cool expression, Akane was not unaffected by the boxer’s earlier blows. The uppercut had given the red head a dull, throbbing ache in her jaw which sparked a small ember of anger within the smoldering furnace that was her rage. The gang leader was notorious for her short temper, and the lengths she would go to get even the smallest form of retribution against someone that slighted her. Cicilia would be no different, as the taller woman lifted the German off her feet and let her dangle in the air. It was sweet, watching this girl grab at her wrist as the natural human fear of heights seemed to grip the boxer’s heart.

Before the trapped girl could even finish her insult, Akane threw her to the ground like she was just a set of weights after a good workout. The silent scream that Cicilia made caused Akane to grin like a wolf that had taken down its prey. The so called “Juggernaut” stared up at the Leviathan of a woman in utter shock. She was taken by complete surprise, which made her pain all the rawer.

Akane had planned on beating Cicilia with her other fist while she was down, but the German had other plans. She recovered much faster than the gang leader had predicted, and her cocky overconfidence left her wide open for whatever Cicilia had in mind. The German’s legs wrapped around Akane’s arm, and with her familiar strength, the red head soon found herself on the floor. Before she could react, the boxer put her arm through a torturous armbar hold, causing Akane to growl in pain as she tried to pry her arms free. The bigger woman stomped her feet down on the canvas, shaking the entire ring as her arm felt as thought it were being stretched out of the socket!

“AAARRRGH! DAMNIT!”

Drake didn’t say anything about her knowing submission moves! What the hell is he doing?

Akane’s blazing eyes looked for her one-eyed goon, only to see him looking the opposite direction, scratching his nose nervously. The rest of the spectators were watching the fight. He was avoiding her on purpose.

“BASTARD!”

Slowly, Akane would begin to pull her arm. Using as much force as she could muster, she began to try and power her way out of the German’s excruciating hold. Her bicep bulged as it was pulled taut, and continued to pull tighter and tighter as the muscles contracted to move the woman’s arm in the most brutal fashion possible. Akane was determined to break free, and show Cicilia who was the stronger of the two as she did so!

Flail and struggle as she might, Akane wouldn't so easily escape the boxer's submission hold, the German only CRANKING her arm back tighter and tighter, threatening to BREAK her arm without saying a word! The red-head, however, had very MUCH to say, SCREAMING and yelling obscenities at her.... "friend" with one eye! Cicilia's expression warped into one of confusion... her sanguine eyes flicking over to the now shifty and uncomfortable looking man... before drifting back towards Akane, a sharp grin spreading across her face.

"I see. You rely on that guy for information. This is is your fault..." The boxer growled, JERKING back Akane's arm with GREAT power, letting her captive struggle in futility to try and overpower someone with one arm when her captor is of comparable strength! "This is what you get for letting someone else figure things out for you. If you actually gave a damn about who you were challenging you would know..." The boxer slowly began pulling back more and more and more, the threat of a dislocated shoulder growing more and more near and imminent! "...That I could do this! Don't rely on others to do what you can do yourself. My lesson to you... if you're even capable of learning."

Akane screamed and roared... almost like she herself did when in situations like these, DESPERATELY trying to RIP her arm free... But it wouldn't budge any considerable amount. With BOTH arms keeping Akane's hand firmly held against her cleavage, the Juggernaut had her victory all but assured. That dumb, red-headed bitch thought that because she was BIGGER, she was better. Sometimes Cicilia thought the same, especially when she was fighting runny-little rabbit-like opponents... Not today... Now she was going to CRUSH another giant in her hands... and in an utterly humiliating way!

Drake normally had a decent grasp on is emotions. He prided himself on being the type that could fake any type of look he wanted and even the most observant or critical of people would believe him to be genuine. He knew every so often his eye would give him away, but nine times out of ten, people were fooled into thinking he was genuine. It made him all the more unpredictable, as one could never really be sure if he would keep his end of the bargain, or if he would stab them in the back in favor of a better reward. And yet he turned his head not because he was nervous about the way the fight was going. He turned it because he couldn’t help but smile gleefully as his dark web came together.

It didn’t take long to figure out that Drake had set this whole thing in motion. That he had deliberately left out Cicilia’s combat capabilities and a few of her key achievements in order to lure his leader into a grave situation. And it worked. Akane had to hand it to the man, he had stabbed many people in the back before, but this was the first time he had stabbed hers. Once this fight was over with, she would have to ensure that never happened again.

But oddly enough, it wasn’t Drake’s strange betrayal that infuriated the red headed ravager. It was the snide, coy remarks Cicilia dared to shower on her. Her red eyes looked down on Akane as though she were nothing more than dumb muscle, scurrying about on a master’s whim and punching those she was ordered to punch. The German’s confident, dismissive voice grated on the gangster’s ears, the pain in her arm growing worse as Cicilia played with her like a wolf with a chew toy. The nerves in her arm felt like they were being torn apart by fire ants! Soon, her arm gave up trying to force its way out, with Akane taking a short breath as she felt her body sweat from the pain.

All of it started to build up. The heavy feeling of guilt and rage sitting in the pit of her stomach. Her suffering arm made her want to get back at the German, who held her tight enough that it was near impossible to break free in her current state. She wanted to beat the tar out of Drake, who smiled mercilessly as he watched her be tortured, and she wanted to prove to her underlings that her accomplishments were no fluke! She still had wht it takes!

“I…Don’t Rely…” Akane’s free arm reached around and grabbed Cicilia’s ankle, squeezing it with such a vice-like grip it could practically break a smaller woman’s joint, “On…Anyone! Not Drake! Not those guys! I don’t need anyone…to beat YOUR ASS!”

Akane’s eyes were burning with intense malevolent fury as she pulled the leg away from her in a violent manner. Her entire body helped with the pull, as Akane tried to roll Cicilia over by force just so she could be released from the submission hold! She expelled a sharp hiss through gritted teeth as she did so, using every ounce of strength she could!

Cicilia felt a cruel-edged grin flash across her lips as Akane's resistance seemed to die, the Red-head appearing to focus on something other than the futile struggle to lessen the German's arm-torture! ...She wondered if this was what Elfrida felt like when she had Cicilia in a head-lock or some kind of similar submission, watching her fade away as she whispered ugly remarks in her ear.... Just so that those things would be the last thing she'd hear before darkness took her. Suddenly, the boxer's grin faded to a disgusted frown, as if she had just eaten someone unbearably bitter...

"Damn it... I even sound like her...." Cicilia growled, feeling a sudden impulse to SCRUB out her tongue with the nearest sponge... Was this her fate...? Would hardship eventually turn her into her sister? Even if it hardened her enough to be able to fight in her league... Would it be worth turning into the utter SHIT person she was...? Would that power be worth her soul...?

...No times to answer such questions as Akane's hand suddenly CLAMPED around one of her ankles, the force of which like the jaws of a DOG biting down on such a frail joint!

"GAH! YOU DAMN.... UUURK!" With the might of a brainless animal, Akane RIPPED Cicilia RIGHT off her, the boxer's body DRAGGING across hers, no doubt causing some kind of road-rash for them both before the german was sent ROLLING off towards one corner of the ring! Luckily, Cicilia was far more agile than she displayed most often, taking control of her roll and transitioning to her feet as quickly as she could!.... which was JUST at the edge of the ring before the ropes! Slowly, Cicilia would turn towards Akane, her sanguine eyes ABLAZE with anger... the boxer favoring her uncrushed foot... a bruise in the shape of Akane's catchers-mit hand already forming around the other....

"I'll break you in HALF..." Cicilia vowed, extending a clenched fist at her opponent! "And then.... I'll crush you to DUST!"

It was absolute agony throwing Cicilia across the ring. The weight and the force Akane had to deal with tossing the smaller woman away from her was no easy challenge to overcome. Though she managed to free herself, it was only just barely, and the boxer hadn’t sustained any real damage. Akane had a sore arm and lactic acid coursing through her muscles. Despite how it looked, Akane simply stomped back up to her feet, her shirt clinging to her tight, muscular form. She quickly tossed her jacket away, letting it fall out into the crowd as she glared at her foe from the other side of the ring.

The brawler rolled her wounded shoulder as she raised herself to her full height. After spitting a glob of salty spit onto the canvas, her eyes returned to her foe.

“What the fuck? Are you a comic book villain or a fighter? Just put your hands up bitch, and stop your fucking yapping.”

Taunts like the ones Cicilia had thrown out were useless. Akane had heard those types of threats every day, and she was still walking around fine. When she made such statements, she followed through with it…when she wasn’t drunk. She had only ever told one person that she would break them in half, and now they couldn’t even walk. If she made a threat, she would absolutely follow through with it, word for word. Something Cicilia might come to learn throughout the fight.

Akane was leading with her undamaged arm, approaching Cicilia with raised fists as she eyed her foes movements. When she got close, her wounded arm would lash out towards one of the scars on the German’s face, though that was only to open up a path for the red head’s good arm to careen into Cicilia’s ribs.

"AND WHAT DO YOU SOUND LIKE? A WORTHLESS ALCOHOLIC WITH NOTHING TO HER NAME BUT A BOTTLE!? SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Cicilia roared back... and like that they were at it again! Cicilia was never the type to hang out on the sidelines and let her opponents come to her. Such actions were the strategies of cowards and fools... No, in a fight, you never waited for your opponents to come to you... You went to them!

Cicilia, despite the pain in her ankle, wasted no time in charging down Akane, fists raised over her face like the closed gates of a castle, protecting it's entrance! Once the German had entered the red-head's attack-range (which was still a bit longer than her own), the larger woman seemed to lash out with some kind of strike at the German's face with her wounded arm, almost like she was going to add to the scars that cut across her once perfect features! Instantly, Cicilia reflexively fortified her upper-guard and, in the process, took Akane's faint hook, line and sinker! The next thing she knew, an unnatural pressure SLAMMED into her right side, Cicilia's eyes shooting WIDE her body BENDING over to the side as the gangster CRASHED into her ribs!

"NNnn....gahk...!" Cicilia coughed, a small stream of red spraying from her mouth and down her lip... the taste of coppery red filling her mouth... as fresh and disgusting as ever! ...However, such an attack wouldn't keep Cicilia down for longer than a moment, however, one of the boxer's arms shooting down to CATCH Akane's fist and PIN it to her side... while the other shot out, grabbing at the red-head's throat! Oh... She didn't plan to choke her... No, she just needed something to drag that head of hers IN! If Cicilia managed to get a grip, the Juggernaut would PULL Akane in... THROWING her own forehead UP and into the woman's face!

Cicilia fell for the feint like a rank armature. The punch crushed the Germans ribs, causing the smaller woman to cough up a small mist of blood onto the floor. The woman barked like a dog, and her bites so far were meager offerings. The submission was a surprise, but now that she had her eyes open to such a possibility, she wouldn’t allow herself to be taken down so easily again. Akane had never fallen for the same trick twice, something that helped her grow into the street terror she was known for. The way Cicilia had scars decorating her all over, the red head was sure the German didn’t reciprocate those lessons.

As loud as the German roared, it was nice to silence her with blood. Hearing Cicilia talk was like hearing Drake talk…nothing but bullshit spewing from a mouth that desperately deserved a fist bouncing off of it. Pounding her would almost be as satisfying as what she planned on doing to the traitor that watched from outside the ring.

“Don’t give me orders, Bitch.”

After Cicilia finished choking on her own blood, she quickly seized Akane’s arm and went for her throat. The brawler thought she was going for a choke, and her hand immediately seized the boxer’s wrist, ready to pry it away from her windpipe. Instead, Cicilia simply forced Akane’s face down a little, right into her foreheads path.

“GAAHHH!”

Both of the woman’s foreheads crashed together, with Akane taking the brunt of the blow. A small, red impact mark was left on the larger woman’s face, with a small trickle of blood rolling down her nose. Akane stumbled back a step, her eyes refocusing on Cicilia after the blow to the head made them groggy. It was enough to knock out a lesser foe, but the fire pumping in Akane’s veins wouldn’t allow her to crumple so easily.

“RAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Stepping back into the fight, Akane used her own height advantage to bring her bleeding skull down on Cicilia’s! The brawler still had a grip on the boxer, and she was determined to keep her nice and close. Should she succeed, Akane would continue to press her forehead down onto Cicilia, looking to force her back and make her look into the burning demons eyes!

"I'll do whatever the hell I want, red-head!" Cicilia barked back before SLAMMING her head into her face! Well... She intended to CRUSH her forehead with her own and leave this girl in a bloody coma... but apparently all she could accomplish with this one blow was the bloody part. One strong STRIKE left only a small bruise upon the German's skull and inflicted bleeding heavy enough to actually soak through the skin from below, a sign that Cicilia had done SIGNIFICANT damage... It was a wonder then, however, why this girl was still standing! A wound as... significant as that couldn't so easily be recovered from by the common woman!... But then, if this girl could take one or two of her punches as cleanly as she did... was it a wonder how she could take some internal and external bleeding?

...And was it a wonder that, someone who shared such a vengeful rage with Cicilia, would reciprocate such an attack right back? Cicilia wouldn't have thought so... but thinking was very much a muted system... as Akane SLAMMED HER SKULL BACK into the German's! A DUMB strategy by anyone's standards, Akane risking her OWN wounded skull by using it as a weapon.. but dumb didn't often mean ineffective! Cicilia's jaw dropped, her eyes flashed blank for a moment as their heads collided with a sickening *CRACK*! A soft trail of warm, sanguine fluid rain down the boxer's forehead and along the bridge of her nose, veering off the the left mid-way to trail down her cheek... as the first drop fell from her face, Cicilia's RAGE EXPLODED to life, seemingly only fed by the attack that was intended to quench it! Snarling, teeth clenched, Cicilia and Akane PUSHED their bleeding heads against one another... seemingly trying to push the other back! It was like a pair of bulls trying to assert their dominance, both unwilling to give even a bit of space lest it be seen as a sign of weakness!

"GRRRRRRR!" The Juggernaut snarled!

The two heated fighters were locked in a hateful embrace as they both tried to push the other down using sheer force and rage. Each woman’s blood mixed and pooled with each other, giving them thicker streams and making their frightening appearance turn into a ghastly sight of burning anger. At the moment, it looked like neither of the women would be satisfied until the other was beaten to the floor in a horrid mess of blood and broken bones. The burning desire to achieve that goal radiating like heat from an inferno.

But even wounded, the fighters seemed evenly matched. Neither gave an inch as their arms pushed their opponents as hard as they could, but made no progress. Anytime Cicilia or Akane looked as though they were about to falter, suddenly they would push back with a vengeance and meet their opponent in the middle.

The constant back-and-forth annoyed Akane all the more. If this was a fight, she wanted progress, no matter what side. She could push on Cicilia all day, but that really wasn’t the goal. She wanted to beat this surprisingly decent challenge that had fallen into her lap, and maybe add a few scars to her face as a parting gift.

Through the infernal rage, Akane devised an idea to try and do just that. Her strength would ramp up even further, looking to put the German on the defense. She needed to get Cicilia to back off a bit, to lean away to try and regain her composure. Akane’s muscle’s screamed as she exhaled a gust of air through clenched teeth, looking to put everything she had into a violent shove. If she managed to topple the war machine for even a second, it would already be too late. Akane would rip the off-balance warrior straight towards her and into a missile launch off a knee strike right into her abs! The risk came next, as Akane would release her hold on Cicilia’s arms, so she could move in to wrap her arms arouns the German’s neck and shorts…all so she could lift Cicilia into the air and DRIVE her head into the floor in a street style DDT.

Between them, the two women's combating forces almost seemed to compress space between them, the sheer energy they emitted crushing and compacting everything unfortunate enough to stand within the radius of these two embodiments of power! Despite being shorter and bot built like a meat-monster, Cicilia held her own, pushing back against her red-headed foe with such equal strength, it was genuinely unclear who held the advantage! In almost every situation, the bigger, stronger person would come out in a battle such as this, able to use superior leverage and power to quickly steam-roll smaller, more agile girls...

Not in this case. Cicilia wouldn't reduce herself to the level of prey by fleeing from this engagement! Even as blood dribbled down their foreheads and off their chins, even as their muscles flexed and ROARED against one another, even as their eyes locked with nothing but a viseral hatred reciprocated between them, the German Juggernaut was simply unaffected! She stood her ground as the tyrant drunkard INSISTED on overpowering, her, the ground beneath their feet seeming to shift and warp as their power eventually burst into the floor! If this went on for much longer... they might bring the entire RING down around them!

Luckily for Akane (and perhaps for them both), the gangster was far more inclined to take Cicilia out before any significant property damage was accrued! Putting even GREATER strength into her shove, Cicilia was forced back a step, a SINGLE step... but that was all it took in the end. The Juggernaut intended to take BACK that distance and then take it ALL from Akane, but ONE mighty shove took that plan and THREW it away... before it was RIPPED all back as the red-head JERKED the German right into a knee that was leveled at her belly like a sharp-pointed stake!

"Ggggggg.....hhhh!" She groaned, buckling forward against her own will! Akane would make quick use of the German's weakness and PLANTED her into the floor with a DDT so hard... one could possibly make out a visible indent in the canvas floor of the ring! Stunned... Cicilia laid flat out, face-first on the floor... her head spinning.... blood smearing all over the canvas.