Homura Kayda Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt - Clash of Fists

Match: Standard
Winning Conditions: Win through pinfall or submissions.

The day had start great. The first match information had finally arrived and Homura was full of energy. She didn't knew anything about her opponent, however that didn't bothered while she was celebreting on her room. "Yeah!!" She started storming in there looking for her uniform, due forgetting where she put it and was exited, as a time had begun...

On the dressing room, the energetic child was so happy that barelly sleept but didn't bothered her at all, as she put on her usual school uniform. That was a very good memory from the old days and that kept her even more happen. She finished by putting on her battle coat and hat, making her feel like a protagonist that just unleashed their full power, releasing a shout as she did a weird martial art pose. "EEYAAAH!" She made everyone in there possibly confused by all that, before she left.

Homura:

the childish woman walked pridefully and excited by everything in the hallway to the ring. Reaching near the ramp, she stopped for a brief second to inspire some air, eyes shinning like little stars as she look across everything, amazed before expire all that air, as her music started playing. "SUUUPPPEEERRR!!!"

Entrance Music:

Homura made her way through the ramp impressed by the amount of people and the building itself, like it was a great dream. However while walking to the ring, she remembered that she never saw who she was fighting and that could be for the worse, but there was no going back now. Climbing to the side of the ring before going between the ropes, inside the ring. She looked around and let out a last scream trying to hype out the mode while waiting for her opponent. "YEEEE-HAAAWWWW!!"

...Meanwhile, as Homura celebrated like it was her birthday out there, Cicilia was struggling backstage to justify what was inevitably about to happen. The woman out there, practically dancing and celebrating... she didn't look like a woman at all! Her proportions were still child-like, her personality at face-value appeared less-than mature and those damn schedulers at the AFW were going to make HER fight THAT!? Ugh... It was like they were going for a complete stomp in Cicilia's favor or they were trying to make her throw the fight out of pity. The poor munchkin didn't know what she was getting into... If she did, that smile would disappear right quick...

Spoiler:

"Damn it... Why me..." Cicilia hissed as she stepped out from backstage, the audience's response being less than enthusiastic. Her negative reputation stuck to her like tar it would seem, nondescript insults and general sounds of disapproval echoed out through the stadium, practically telling Cicilia's smaller, child-like opponent what kind of fight she should expect. All the boxer could do was quietly ignore the harsh, unfair remarks as they battered her hide, letting them roll off her back as she slipped into the ring. Cicilia's expression was one of stoic displeasure, her hands tucked tightly into her jacket pockets. If one would be able to describe the German's expression, it was one of discomfort, her stance tight and ridged, almost like she was holding herself back, her body seemingly locked in place as if she were a statue made in the image of a woman.

Cicilia would stand almost a head taller than her opponent, a towering figure of visually impressive power, her abs clearcut and tough like naturally constructed armor. Her sanguine eyes cut through the shade overlapping her face, their glow not at all hampered by the dark. Her aura, as one might describe it, radiated conflict of the inner-most variety, Cicilia's gaze unable to lock onto her smaller opponent... specifically her face.

"Lets get this over with, then..." Cicilia sighed softly, tossing off her jacket, revealing the long, cutting scars that covered her body... specifically the claw-marks flashing across her eyes.

The energetic child was amazed by everything and everyone, recieving such a warm welcome from everyone and she, in return, was fighting someone else and Homura was already used to it, just not on front of everyone. At this point all those involved were already gone, a bunch of kids running away, but this time it was supposed to be like this and she didn't quite minded that, only needed to get used to it...

However it seems it was only her to be welcomed... Homura watched the audience, while her opponent came down in a rather annoyed. That messed a bit with her, as the other woman seemed a normal woman that had her own problems, but didn't seem that bad... At least from her own free will. And seemed so unfair, to the point the childish woman was starting to frown almost wanting to throw a tantrum. But she could never know what actually was going on with her... "These peeps are so unfair..."

Homura's prespective changed when the woman got much closer. Looking at Cicilia storming her with a menacing stare and posture was making shiver a tad bit, that made her reconize that wasn't like the kids her age that she used to beat up. Then upon looking on those scares the pressure and fear were even greater. Her face switched, almost like to a cartoonish happy face while sewating madly and becoming sliglty white, as she looked at the Boxer's face. But then hearing her comment, she felt offended, like she was like fodder and that made her throw a mad tantrum. "YOU'RE SO MEAN! Why do you even say, like I'm a waste of time?!"

Cici's comment really had shaken her as her face was full of anger. She was filling like her opponent was making fun of her. However she wouldn't let that pass, as she turned her angry face to smile, while still keeping an angry expression. Homura was gonna get her back for that and was gonna show her worth. "So gonna be like that? Well, then I will show you that I'm worth fighting!"

Apparently, this girl had amazing ears, able to pick out an exhausted whisper through the jeers and screams of the crowd. Cicilia only seemed to wither more as the girl took her remark as some kind of insult, the boxer seemingly not making much of her! Well... She wasn't wrong. The girl she was facing was no doubt a bunny like so many others, a mean bite but nothing agonizing with speed and fragility to match. To the German, this wouldn't be anything new... with the exception she was ordered to beat the life out of someone as cute... and innocent as this woman. Cicilia had been wishing for a while that she wouldn't get another crazy, that she would be pitted up against someone normal. She wanted so badly to fight someone she couldn't hate, somebody she could release TENSION with in battle.... And then she got it... And it hurt her heart to think she'd be slamming her knuckles into this woman's jawline...

"Look I..." Cicilia responded quickly, trying to explain herself, raising her hands as if to try and hold back the inevitable reaction! She was too late, however, Homura's face contorting from one of friendly competition to one of anger and almost hurt!

...Good Job, Cicilia... You know how to make friends...

She opened her mouth again, trying to say SOMETHING... but not a word came to mind that she thought could alleviate the tension she had now brought with her careless words. She reminded her of Sayumi in so many ways... With the adorable, natural energetic expressions, her costume resembling that of a mish-mash cosplay... It's how she imagined her girlfriend would've been in her early teens or tweens, dressing up in adorable outfits, trying to live out a fantasy of royalty...

Hesitantly, appearing to almost fight herself, the boxer took one step forward, then another, approaching Homura like she would any other unlucky opponent, throwing a quick, but might PUNCH across her jaw the moment she got within arms reach!

The hype was growing inside the child-like woman, looking at her tougher opponent, mentalizing that she had to beat the crap out of that woman to prove her wrong, the small one putting a show against the juggernaut! The idea was already on that thick skull of hers and there was little to do about it. Even after noticing that boxer was trying to go back on her word after carelessy choice of words, but there's no turning back and the show had to go on. She was naive like, she could sometimes know what was happening but still play along with it anyway. And also she wanted to go ahead an try to take Cici head on...

"So be it. Let's get this over this!" She smirked, slowly walking towards the German and cracking her knuckles while looking at her with a sorta menacing look. She felt like she was being actually mancing and have effect as to in reality she just looked like a kid that wanted to act like a grown up or even be a big thing. Almost sorta giving a funny and weird feeling.

Homura really didn't had a clue where she was getting into...

"Get ready to feel my fists of fury!" Homura was all hyped up at this point and wanting to start it all already. She pulled her fist back all the way, before clumsly punching forward in the direction of the boxer. It didn't that well of a punch however it was powerful enough to feel like one and she didn't really cared with all her rage. However it was useless as she felt a pain in her jaw as it was Cici's fist connecting to her FACE! Homura felt like was in slow motion, the punch slowly moving while hitting her and changing the expression slowly matching the pain she was feeling. "Yah-Ta-!"

Being cut off mid scream, she was punched so powerful that she made walk back. The energetic child was feeling dazed, walking back and forth, almost  like she could barely keep standing. She'd eventually stop on her tracks, facing back Cici with a dazed expression, raising her finger before poiting at her opponent in her. "You... call that... a punch?"

The opening move was like the finishing exchange of a battle between equals, a trade of punches... but in this case, one that fell far too short for one side. Their fists flew past one another, knuckle grazing knuckle as they moved in for the first attack! With a thunderous SLAM, the twin-punches collided with their targets, Homura stunned and shaken... Cicilia, not so much... It was like the smaller girl's fists had collided with a BRICK WALL, her fist SLAMMING into a jaw that would not give, a head that would not turn on it's pivot for that kind of power, her fist only managing to bite into the girl's cheek but dig in no farther. The Juggernaut, in contrast, TORE into her opponent's stability, a single, yet solid blow rocking the poor woman and sending her stumbling back, almost as if punch-drunk!

Cicilia's eyes narrowed a little as she pulled back her fist, her arms dropping to her side the boxer watched with an almost sad resignation as the girl pathetically mocked the punch that nearly threw her on her ass, Homura seeming to struggle with taking a single step back into the fight! Damn it... She wouldn't feel as bad if this girl could take a hit! Look at her, already having, like, half her energy beaten RIGHT out of her on the first move... She couldn't work up any excitement taking on foes like this! Why did AFW keep doing THIS!?

Ugh....

The woman stuck out her finger, pointing at Cicilia as if to mock her... and she would soon regret ever having let her guard down. Allowing no time for recovery, The German Juggernaut would GRAB her opponent's wrist, PULLING her in as her other hand TIGHTENED into an utter wrecking-ball of a fist, HURLING it into her jaw with such force, it very well might send her FLYING across the ring should it connect!

"Better end this soon..." Cicilia muttered to herself as she moved in for the attack... "I don't want to hurt her any more than I have to."

That was completely unpredictable and a big pain, at least for the energetic child. She didn't noticed the boxer's punch coming, like if it came out of the shadows staright for her face. The german's fist digging into her face, while Homura's was just a little tap on her cheek. The punch being so strong to the point of knock her around. Barelly standing up, almost on the verge of falling flat on the ground, however she was still mocking her opponent. The child-like woman wanted to prove a point, that she was though enough to fight along side the big fish, that she could handle Cici...

However that didn't last long, in her sorta messed up stated while she was still mocking Cicilia, she moved to her and quickly grabed the wrist of her hand that Homura was poiting with. Homura was starting to panic by that sudden move, being dazed made her thoughts a bit messed up and was a bit scared. Which once was once again rather quick as another brutal PUNCH was driven to her face! The punch connected to her head causing her a huge amount of pain, Homura's face starting to going inside itself almost in a cartoon before going back to normal and start being projected back across the small left of the ring, crashing into the floor painfully.

"Did... anyone got... the registration of... that Truck?!" The childish fighter saying it pain, a bit dazed by the punch but still had the energy to send a joke. She stayed down for a bit as felt something missing, her head unprotected. She sighed before looking around for her hat, that was right near her. She picked it up before slowly getting back on her feet and putting her hat back on the place it belonged, on her head...

Now she had to take things a bit more seriously. She couldn't just be humiliated like that on her first match, and if she wanted to show the boxer that she wasn't a wasted of time, she had to go serious and give her a beating for her hurtful words! With her back turned back to her opponent, Homura  rose from the ground, like she had unlocked something or seemed to learned something and that was that she couldn't just take things lightly like before.

Taking a deep breath, Homura turned around facing Cici ready to trully start the match. Her brown eyes raging, while setting them upon the boxer. "I hope you're ready for a beating! WAHHH!""

While the girl didn't appear overly tough, her ability to take two head-on punches and still keep making (seemingly drunk) jokes was borderline incredible. Even Cicilia, in her determination to bring her opponent down as quickly and harshly as possible, was somewhat put off by her own brutality! Homura wasn't however... and was still able to climb up to her feet... Hurt, yes... Downed or even truly wounded...? No. In fact, as the German would soon discover, it seemed to flames of the boxer's fury ignited a sort of passion within the smaller girl, bringing to life within her a more serious fighting spirit that wasn't as evident as it was before. The Juggernaut only stared silently as her smaller opponent prayed for Cicilia's preparation, letting out a battlecry in order to hype herself up!

"..."

It was like fighting a fucking kid... She was fighting a fucking KID! How was she supposed to feel ANYWHERE near good or strong or content when she was beating down on someone who spoke with the inflection of a toddler!? Cicilia's heart almost ached as the girl proclaimed her victory, the boxer feeling her body grow heavier, slower, as if the air around her was slowly constricting her body like a cocoon to restrain her unfathomable power. She found herself questioning if she should even be fighting to win in this match... Yeah, her stupid record wasn't AT ALL spotless and couldn't afford many more losses before collapsing away... but did she REALLY have to beat her..? Did she have to grind Homura to dust beneath her boot...?

It scared her that half of her was arguing that "yes", she had too.

Again, the Juggernaut encroached on Homura after a very short pause, the boxer, lashing out again with a vicious jab right at her jaw. Her punch was like a *POP* from a pistol, weak-ish, but VERY fast... She followed up this attacks with several more like it from both hands, trading some power for greater speed as if to limit the utter CRUSHING that would take place, the longer-lasting damage that would be inflicted.

The pain on her face was still there, disturbing the energetic child, but she couldn't let it distract her. The pain was different from the other times, maybe because, she was against a thougher and stronger opponent. She had to remain strong if she wanted to defeat the Juggernaut. So her usual tactics of just joking around, not taking thing seriously and throw half assed attacks wouldn't work on the boxer if she wanted to win. Checking on her hat, she let a sigh, passing her hand on her nose and face to make sure it was ok and finally changing to slightly more serious attitude. "Yare Yare Daze..."

But now this was different, she was ready for her attacks and to attack back. However her childness and cockyness was still a thing she does a lot, but never stoped her before. Homura was still anxious, but was also happy that she found a strong woman to fight, she felt proud to able to fight someone of that league from the very beggining. Losing focus wasn't an option but couldn't also hide the fact that she could be having fun with it.

But the child-like woman was also a bit scared from her opponent, as she was stronger then any opponent she faced before...

And thus Cicila unleashed her attack on Homura, with the usual jab at the jaw. With her focused now and the fact she did it once, now could maybe be possible to attack back and make her pay for the insults. Seeing the punch coming the only idea that came from her was dodge obviously, however she didn't really wasn't sure... In a panic attack and despaired idea, she would try to duck under the punch, before trying to send a punch with her right at the German's gut, trying to make an opening to continue the attack. If succesful, Homura would try to send a jab with her left back at Cici's, directly at her jaw, in hope to daze her.

A flash of doubt snapped Cicilia's face as Homura stood before the advancing juggernaut, the girl adjusting her hat and uttering a very particular japanese phrase that made the mighty warrior pause in her tracks....

"...Was that a Jojo's reference...?"

"Yare Yare" wasn't an uncommon phrase, merely an expression of exhaustion or of being fed-up with a current situation... But just the way she held herself, the way this girl stood in an almost stoic and serious fashion resembling the protagonist of a certain season of a radically famous anime... All these things forced the German to halt for one step... to again reassess if she should really hurt her... before trucking along as if nothing happened.

The result... Was not the same.

Homura proved herself to be much faster than her childish, taunting persona had indicated at first, her movements being incredibly agile and precise! DUCKING under the German's jab with almost complete and utter ease, she STABBED against the Boxer's abs with a hard and powerful jab with strength that didn't seem to befit such a childish form! Of course, those knuckles did not dig deep into the boxer's being at all, halted by a wall of muscle, abs that diluted the punch enough to only force the tiniest of breaths out of the boxer's lungs!

She's in my damn space...! Cicilia growled to herself, trying to take a step back and readjust her aim for her next punch but Homura was on her just as quickly! She wasn't giving Cicilia any time recover, slipping RIGHT inside her guard again and THROWING up a powerful (if somewhat untrained) uppercut RIGHT into the German's jaw, FORCING it up HARSHLY!

Cicilia was stunned... but not because she was in pain...

"That... that's more like it..." The boxer muttered, jumping back a foot and bringing her jaw back down, her sanguine eyes more focused... Slowly, Cicilia lifted the back of her hand up to the side of her mouth, wiping away a small stand of spittle that had escaped her lips before bringing her fists back up in a guard...

"You have my attention now..."