A Warm Welcome in the Locker Room

These two predators hunted together constantly, knew each other’s moves and strategies. From the way they acted in combat, to which side they attacked with when throwing a strike, Maxene and Elektra were always on a similar wave length. If one began to lose hold of their prey, the other would step in and reassert their hold, tearing a few chunks out of their victim before eventually letting it fall. Individually, they were strong, cruel warriors. Together, they were a force of immeasurable potential! It only took them a few minutes before their rhythm began to click with each other, and their moves became more in synch. It was only a matter of time before they would tear Cicilia down!

A race against the clock, one which was already deadset against Cicilia. The close quarters made her blows more likely to land, but wind up on said blows would be difficult with an enemy at her back and preoccupying her attention. Cicilia could only throw a punch in one direction after all. While one took the brunt of her fury, the other slipped in and slid the blade right in between her shoulders!

Luckily for Cicilia, Maxene and Elektra were both inexperienced when it came to fighting a true professional. They had tells and signs that usually gave them away. Elektra was a totally unashamed punk that would use her strength without question, but her pokerface was near nonexistent. As soon as she thought she had the advantage, she smiled at her foe, eager for the two’s twisted retribution to befall her. Even Maxene had the habit of giving Cicilia a brief moment to realize what would happen next.

But it was only a brief moment the boxer would need to avoid the deadly trap! Without hesitation, the raven-haired woman shoved Elektra into the nearby lockers, her body CRASHING into the thin metal just as Maxene’s foot swung over the now crouching boxer’s head. The close quarters served the two thugs well, but it also limited their own maneuverability. There were benches and towls lying all over the floor, and while normally Maxene would have made a short and quick retreat, she found there was very little room to actually go anywhere.

The next thing she knew, the boxer was giving her a taste of her own medicine! Cicilia’s heavy foot came and SLAMMED into Maxene, sending her crashing into the nearby lockers as she grunted in pain! The preppy punk clung to her sore jaw, her head in a daze thanks to the unexpected blow to the head.

“God damn whore! That fucking hurt!”

When Cicilia turned, she would be just in time to see Elektra approaching like a rocket, looking to spear the juggernaut to the ground in a painful crash landing against the cold, solid floor!

“Eat floor you damn bitch!”

The moment Cicilia turned back around to deal with Elektra once again, the woman was ALREADY upon her, her body tucked in low, shoulders brought up, her entire form positioned into a battering-ram that SLAMMED into the boxer's abs with a BRUTAL spear attack! The Juggernaut let out a loud gag as she was SLAMMED down into the floor! Cicilia was left stunned, her body not responding fast enough as the girl brutally took control of her, attacking her from behind like a good little bully and using every advantage she could to get out of this fight as painlessly as possible!

On the descent downwards, Cicilia must've cracked the back of her head upon the floor because... well... everything was suddenly spinning... The world tilted downward at a slight angle and spun in slow, uneven rotations, the German's sanguine eyes staring up at the ceiling... confused as to why everything was suddenly moving! Ceilings weren't supposed to do that... Actually, the floor wasn't supposed to be spinning either... So... Why was everything so off...?

No sooner did she ask this question of herself did the rattled gears in her head began to turn once more, Cicilia blinking the disorientation out of her eyes as she GLARED down at the woman who had brought her to this level! The German let out a low, angered snarl as she lifted an arm to wrap around the Elektra's neck and trap her head within her armpit, the Cicilia lifting her other arm.. AND SLAMMING her elbow over and over along the bully's back!

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

"Get... OFF... ME!" Cicilia demanded, HAMMERING her elbow into her harder and harder with each attack!

Elektra’s spike attack did the trick! It finally took the annoying juggernaut down off her feet, reaffirming that this rage fueled war machine was in fact human. A small comfort, considering the red riot wanted little more to do with Cicilia other then break what she could and burn the rest! Maxene was still recovering from the roundhouse kick, the poor thing trying to clear her head of any fog that came with the blow to the head. That left Cicilia all to Elektra. That was fine, she would avenge her partner in as brutal a fashion as possible while she was down.

The two women wrestled on the floor, Cicilia quickly regaining her senses while Elektra got ahold of her bearings. Just as the red riot was about to start throwing some fists, the punishing pugilist managed to wrap her arm around the neck of her attacker and seize hold of her. She didn’t bother being gentle, Elektra grimacing as her neck was squeezed.

“God damnit! Get your fucking man-hands off of me, you fucking gorilla!”

No sooner would those venomous words spit from her mouth then Cicilia would start to stab Elektra with her elbow. The punk gasped in pain as each pointed blow either hit muscle or ribs.

It hurt, it hurt so much! It was difficult to focus, not helped by the fact she couldn’t breath all that well! Cicilia just kept stabbing her like a hero would a mythical monster.

One of Elektra’s hands moved to grab onto the attacking arm, looking to restrain it and keep any further damage from being done. With her other hand, she began to drive her knuckles right in between Cicilia’s ribs! She pushed her knuckle further and further into one specific rib, pushing the bone to the limit and grinding it in to ensure the burning, searing pain would be an excruciating agony that would hopefully make this woman think twice before stepping into something involving the deadly duo!

"Shut... the FUCK UP!" Cicilia roared, BEATING down on Elektra like she were some kind of drum! The Juggernaut was relentless, brutal, DIGGING her elbow into the woman's back more and more with each strike, intent on SEVERING it from her neck at the base with one of these blows! Her slams tenderized muscle threatened the integrity of bone, disrupted electrical signals to the point of utter disorientation... to the imperceptive, it might seem as if the Juggernaut was trying to BEHEAD her entrapped foe with sheer strength and the sharpness of her elbow alone with how relentless and accurate her blows were! Cicilia beat on Elektra... until something got in the way of that oh-so-vulnerable neck, like extra padding... that was trying to close around it! Paying it no mind was likely the worst mistake the German could have made, her mind so full of the burning, thought-muting sand of RAGE, her blood BOILING with impulse-enhancing adrenaline, a BOMB could have gone off behind her and she wouldn't have noticed! She was so determined to bring this girl down for what she did... she'd pay the price for such tunnel-visioned actions.

That 'extra padding' Cicilia had noticed before turned out to be Elektra's hand, a a hand that would GRAB onto the Juggernaut's arm, HOLDING it still, preventing her from bringing it back up to SLAM onto her target once more!

"What the-... G....AHHGH!" Cicilia gagged as Elektra's other hand SLAMMED into her ribs, her knuckles CUTTING into them like bladed knives through chinks of armor! It was as if her fist was specifically crafted to cut through the gaps between ribs, each knuckle slotted perfectly around each one, transferring the maximum amount of force! Spittle sprayed out from the German's lips, forced out with a HUGE gust of air from her lungs, Cicilia left trembling slightly, saliva rolling down her chin, her lips curled back in an agonized, enraged SNARL as Elektra SLAMMED her fist into her again!

God... Why did it hurt so MUCH!? Nobody hurt her this much with one attack! NOBODY! What in the....

"GH....UHGH!" She groaned, Elektra PUNCHING her SQUARELY in the ribs again! Even the unstoppable Juggernaut couldn't do this all day... Not even she could hold this ground! Releasing her grip on Elektra's neck, Cicilia would pull BOTH her arms back... only to GRAB Elekra by her NECK with one as she no doubt pulled back herself... Cicilia SHOOTING up and SLAMMING her free hand across Elektra's jaw in a face-shattering PUNCH! If her blow connected, the sound could've been heard from ALL around outside, the sound of bone cracking against bone.. catching the attention of a few other girls outside!

Cicilia would then, if all this came to pass, THROW Elektra off her... slowly rising up herself, one of her hands clutching her wounded side... the other hanging limply in front of her... The Juggernaut huffed and puffed heavily, spittle dripping down from her chin but she did not waver.... this fight wasn't over.... not... YET!

Elektra was an expert when it came to shots to the ribs. She could feel Cicilia’s gentle bones warp and bend as her knuckles forced themselves deeper into her flesh and muscle! The blood rushing in the boxer’s body would burn as the nerves in her ribs were singed with the inferno of agony. The grinding did little but fanned the pain further. With every strike becoming more painful then the last. Soon, Cicilia was screaming, a spray of spittle spraying on Elektra’s back, motivating her to drive another blow into her opponents damaged ribs. A purplish black bruise was making its way across the boxer’s side already. The very center of the wound looked sickly, and still Elektra smashed into it with little regard, her eyes peering up into Cicilia’s.

“You’re gonna die here, Gorilla! Break you in half, then we’ll make sure you never wake up again!”

Cicilia released her hold around Elektra’s grip, the homicidal fighter assuming that meant she was losing consciousness, and sat right back up to begin her onslaught on the woman’s face. However, as soon as Elektra did so, Cicilia seized her neck and SLAMMED her fist into her cheek, the red riots own spittle flying to the side as her head practically spun completely around!

“GUH-AAAAH!”

Stars were spinning in Elektra’s eyes, and her arms completely dropped as her eyes slowly began to roll into the back of her head. Without a second thought, Cicilia tossed her away like a sack of garbage, and slowly began to climb back to her feet. The German didn’t get away from the red riot unscathed, clutching her bruised side and looking absolutely terrible. It was as though she might keel over at any second yet still she pressed on.

Perhaps that wasn’t for the best. All that was waiting for Cicilia was when she got back up was a swift kick, looking to smash right into the boxer’s cheek. Maxene had climbed back up herself, and while there were a few nicks and small bruises on her, there was no doubt she was in better shape than the boxer.

"HA! Me? Die to YOU!?" Cicilia scoffed, the voice of Elfrida echoing in her ears. It was almost the exact words she had said to the German when Cicilia threatened her life in frustration, the dark crow merely LAUGHING it all off like the screams of defiance from an ant to a boot. They both knew how this fight was to end, the same as all the others... and Elfrida RELISHED it always. Each battle was almost like a treat to that demon, a way to wind down after fights that actually required exertion fore she put in so little effort in dealing with her sibling, she could insult her in so many ways, it would destroy her emotionally while she shredded her physically!

The kind of perverse, dark, addicting satisfaction one could get by breaking someone's jaw with the force of your punch... the way they convulsed and flew back from you... This must have been what her sister felt when she beat her into the mat countless times... how disgustingly GOOD it felt... the strength... the justification... Instead of putting a child back in their place for DARING to think they could stand up to her... Cicilia would be putting cruel, soulless abusers back into theirs... a place that just so happened to dwell six feet beneath their feet....

The Juggernaut's punch CRASHED into Elektra's face, sending her packing, THROWN OUT like the garbage she was! Oh, Cicilia wasn't done with her though... As she recoild from the blow, Cicilia's hand SHOT out, grabbing her by her throat once again, her fingers DIGGING into her wind-pipe as if to permanently squeeze it SHUT! It was almost like she was working on impulse, adrenaline FLOODING her, wiping clean rationality! Her rage BOILED in her blood as if a fire was lit beneath her veins, her body BULKING as power expanded in her muscles! It wouldn't take much to choke this girl out... Just a strong grip and a few seconds...

BAM!

Cicilia was THROWN back into one of the lockers, denting it as Maxene's boot SLAMMED across her jaw, Cicilia's eyes shooting wide at the raw power of this woman! She had completely forgotten about her after she had tossed her away, thinking that was going to be all... No... No, she was just as tough as her friend... maybe even MORESO given how swiftly she came back from a ROUNDHOUSE kick!

"G..hhhh..." Cicilia groaned, a hand shooting up to her jaw, cradling the scuff left upon her pale white features! It was almost as if ducks were circling her head, the annoying sounds of their quacking comically masking her current... distressing state: Rocked!

When Maxene game back to the world of the living, her cold blue eyes quickly shot wide in horror as this god damn random bitch was trying to strangle Elektra to death! The raven-haired whore was getting to be a serious issue, one she couldn’t take lightly anymore! If she did, then Elektra might just perish by this dog’s hand. That was simply a fact Maxene wouldn’t live with.

With her speed, Maxene was easily able to destroy whatever distance was between her and the two scuffling ladies and with momentum built up, her kick sliced through the air and threw the homicidal cur into a nearby locker. The red eyed whore acted surprised, numbingly rubbing her jaw as she moved her head from the now dented locker.

“Are you surprised? You really are delusional, you weak ass pathetic WHORE! I bet you thought that roundhouse was enough to keep me down, right?” Maxene asked, rubbing her own jaw where the blow landed before returning to Cicilia with an inhuman smile, “Like I said, you’re a pathetic little shit! Your kick had weight to it but fuck anything else! You swung your leg like an elephant swings its trunk, with little power or technique! You would be lucky to beat an amateur fighter with such a sloppy roundhouse, much less somebody who is leagues above your current technique!”

As she spoke, Maxene began to throw violent stomps down on Cicilia’s body. Her collar bone, her face, the small batch of nerves located in the shoulder were all targets! Maxene proved herself to be the superior leg fighter as each landing blow was as sharp and strong as a pickaxe’s strike! The onslaught was brutal and violent, with Maxene’s blazing eyes and scow showing a mixture of extreme distress and homicidal rage. This damn woman almost killed one of Maxene’s friends, and such a thing wouldn’t’ be tolerated no matter how it came to be. Maxene would stop only after Cicilia was a meaty bag of broken bones and bruises or until she was slumped over in a dark sleep…and even then Maxene might still pick at her like a vulture would a carcass.

“You disgusting, worthless, homicidal weakling! How dare you stand up to those who are better than you! Either walk the proper path of a slave or die in the mud!”

Cicilia had rarely heard such things thrown her way, such insults so crude and harsh... they almost seemed fitting for the juggernaut's own personal use. Never had Cicilia pissed off Elfrida to the point she would have come at her like this, ever had Margaux or Juno dared to speak in such an unrefined and dead-blunt manner. Cicilia stared silently at her attacker more in shock of what she was saying than the blow she had landed, the German trying to determine if this was a moment to laugh... or get angry... It was hard to tell which emotion was superior in this case...

Maxine sure loved to talk, even more than her little partner... She seemed almost insulted that the boxer had hit her with a move of her kind, akin to a swordsman being cut-down by his own blade. The pink-haired woman was more than content to SCREAM and CRY as she threw kick after kick at Cici who still leaned against the locker for support, the Juggernaut's arms folded over her torso and face, protecting them as best she could as kick after kick SLAMMED against them! Even as formidable a shield as it was, attacks slipped around and even busted through at times, marks of both dirt and bruise spotting along the German's abs, sides and her cheeks, scuffs from where she'd been struck by the vengeful leg-specialist!

Her ego was insane, her anger self-righteous, almost like a human who had been bitten by an animal they were trying to feed. In her arrogance, she couldn't see the reason for her newly found injury, that she couldn't comprehend that there were forces outside of this woman's control or understanding... Much in this case, Maxine couldn't IMAGINE that the Juggernaut was stronger than her, having already incapacitated her friend (or so she thought) and still had enough energy to spare to at LEAST make this girl bleed before she went down...

On and ON Maxine went, kicking, battering Cicilia, talking like a tyrannical empress who had gotten a leg-up on her would-be assassins, ranting about her superiority and whatnot... All that was left was for her to transition her rant to talk of the ubermench and then she would've personified what the German people had long since tried to bury.

Maxine would bring her leg back to stomp at CIcilia again... only for the juggernaut to SHOOT forward at her before her leg could fully extend, a hand SHOOTING out to grab her by her lower jaw, JERKING her face in close with a grip so tight and forceful... it very well might be paralytic! After all, when there was a risk of one losing half their face with the twist of a wrist... most sane people wouldn't dare make a move... unless, of course, you firmly believe in your superiority...

"You talk too much." The German would growl before bringing her other hand around behind the pinkette to grab a FISTFUL of her hair, using it as a handle to SHOVE her face HARD into one of the steel lockers, intent on knocking her out! Cicilia was growing tired, her breath heavy, her eyes drooping ever so slightly. She had to stop playing or she was going to suffer punishment at the "mercy" of these tyrants...

It was so very irritating to keep smashing this annoyance of a girl over and over again just for her to remain conscious and, worst of all, not devolve into a weeping mess. Maxene was positive her strikes were effective, her boot creating marks all throughout Cicilia’s disgustingly bruised and battered body, but for Christ’s sake the girl was still moving! Every minute her eyes looked into Maxene’s with defiance and self-righteous fury made Maxene want to crush her all the more! She scowled and grinded her pearly white teeth together just to stomp down harder on the girl curled up on the floor!

“Just pass the hell out already, you filthy bitch!”

The next strike was meant to crush the raven-haired woman’s skull between her foot and the locker, but the ensuing crunch that was supposed to fill the locker room didn’t happen. No, instead, the stupid little girl came out of her defensive shell and managed to climb to her feet! Her strong grip suddenly seized Mexene’s jaw and pulling her face close to her own. The grip was surprisingly tight, but that didn’t top Maxene at all. The threat of having permanent disfigurement was extinguished at the thought that this woman might have any power over her, and the rage that came with it.

“Grh! Two on one you bitch! Give up!” She shrieked as one of her hands squeezed down on her opponent’s wrist while her other hand shot out to rip her black strands from her scalp!

The boxer had a similar idea, grabbing Maxene’s pink hair and using it to spin her around and slam her head into the nearby lockers. However, rather then slumping over and a daze of unconsciousness, Maxene instead tensed up and screamed in pain, pulling her head away from the dented bloody locker as a fresh cut poured a scarlet stream down and across her left eye. She whirled around, one hand covering her left eye, trying to wipe the blood away so she could see properly. Maxene had the appearance of a feral animal, already launching a kick from her right side, looking to slam her foot into Cicilia’s face.

Maxene’s earlier comment about the two on one battle would return to haunt her. Just as the woman began to attack yet again, Cicilia would feel a heavy weight on her own left foot. Should she have time to look down. She would find a tired looking Elektra, gripping tightly to the boxer’s leg in an attempt to make her partners target a sitting duck!

Maxine's demands for Cicilia to give in sounded more desperate than powerful, the woman's exasperation in the face of righteous resistance making the girl appear as a twisted, fearful barbarian than the true threat she appeared to be. Despite Maxine and Electra's OBVIOUS durability, taking MANY blows from the German juggernaut and always bouncing back, the fact that she brought up the number-disadvantage against Cicilia was a sign she was failing... As blood pumped over her eye, as Maxine recoiled desperately to try and regain control over herself, Cicilia knew that this fight was ending... Blood had already pooled in her mouth from the kicks she had taken, her ribs sore and body bruised, the fire in her eyes dimmed slightly as pain threatened to steal her edge...

...She had been warned by her doctor that Cicilia wouldn't be able to take this kind of punishment forever... Even though she was easily still in the prime of her life, the strongest she'd ever be, that prime would disappear quickly if she kept taking the beatings she had... Her bones wouldn't be able to heal properly, torn muscle wouldn't stitch together correctly... Her body would grow apathetic to the unending damage she would sustain and eventually... collapse all together. No matter how much willpower, determination and DRIVE Cicilia could cook up, no matter how many fights she'd be able to muscle through... She was going to die if this strategy didn't change. She. Was going. to die. Her doctor didn't mince words... When the German went in, complaining about muscle-aches, weakness and general dizziness... She came back with THAT prognosis. As it turned out, the human body wasn't built to take damage, to push through attacks like nothing else... but Cicilia was stubborn... she didn't want to believe she... she was that close yet... Anyone who took up fighting as a profession knew that they were taking their lives into their own hands, that in the end, there was going to be lasting damage...

But what was she going to do...? She couldn't just.. let these people get away! Cicilia glanced over at the girl she was trying to save, form shuffling, as if she was starting to wake... that was good... because the Juggernaut wasn't going to be around forever... Her body was weak... her stamina stunted. She wasn't letting herself recover between fights... and why not? Why WASN'T she!?

Maxine brought her leg back around, trying to strike at Cicilia once more, her kicks becoming more and more predictable with each one she threw. Specializing in something was ONE thing, but using it and nothing else...? That was simply stupid. The German raised her arms, adjusted her stance... or she would have had they been able to shift positions! The German's eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked down... Spotting Elektra GRABBING her around her ankles! She looked like a zombie, the way she clutched at her, her face pressed into the German's limbs as she clawed at her skin, desperate to keep her still from her own prone position!

Before she could even PROCESS this new problem, Maxine's kick SLAMMED into the boxer's cheek, THROWING her back hard against the lockers, sending them RATTLING, screaming almost... as the German's head was left spinning...

"G.....h....." She muttered softly, bouncing off the steel door she'd been thrown into, limply falling forward with just enough of herself intact throw her hands out, catching herself barely before her head collided with the floor! Heavy, gasping breaths escaped her lips, blood dripping down from her lips as it dripped onto the tile, her muscles... like ghosts, there... but unusable... By now, the noises they've made had attracted the attention of the people outside, various female wrestlers making their way inside to investigate... and what would they see but two girls beating on Cicilia... as she knelt between them and their poor, unconscious victim.