Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs Suki Mizushima

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“I'm going to make sure you never win another match in your life, kid."

Get stuffed Twin Tails.

Suki bounced on the balls of her feet. She jumped, axe-kicked an invisible opponent in the half-lit backstage.

"That girl was green as grass and you're somehow greener."

Get off, get out, oh God, please get—

New day, new match. Suki's face glowed, hot and sweaty and tight, but she remembered the one useful thing her short-lived violin coach had ever told her: Stress makes you stupid. You miss notes. Just focus on the instrument.

"Did you hear that, loser? They want to see your flat, sagging tits..."

She'd get another shot at Vamp, too. She'd get her chance to stomp that Loli 3rd rate YouTube neckbeard wannabe's teeth in and make her eat every fucking...fucking—but today she had to focus, had to prove...

“I don't know what's going on backstage folks, but let's try that again. SUUUUUUKI...MIZUSHIRAAAA...!"

Oh my God. Suki almost tripped over her own feet racing to the entrance, but her intro music was still a good thirty seconds ahead of her. How did she miss her cue, how the fuck—

And then there was the spotlight like brights from an oncoming semi, the rush of air against her dolled-up face and almost-bare front and naked thighs as she charged down the ramp, the beat of her entrance theme half a pulse off from her pounding feet, the audience jeering and booing and laughing at the wrestler who clearly, clearly just fucked up.

Adrenaline ringing in her ears, Suki looked up at them. She grinned—so tight her molars ached—and she flashed them all the bird from the middle of the ring. Fuck 'em all.

This was her day. This was the day when she'd start to win.

Cicilia had been... drifting for some time after she went on leave from AFW, taking a long, near-month-long break. Even on break, she wasn't going to let her girlfriend shoulder the burden of their apartment-debt and so, she took on small jobs to simply earn small amounts of money. This and that, find this, clean that... Hardly the work of a professional fighter such as herself... but it was comforting... in a way. Liberating, as if she had left the life she had been raised to meet behind, that she had no standards to live up to or people to please, simply a life to live and monetary debts to pay. For that short amount of time, Cicilia was almost relaxed in her little vacation, her heart at ease when at home, her movements more lively and fluid compared to how stiff and anxious they had been...

...But like the gym, the ring kept calling her back and, with only a few days left in her vacation, Cicilia returned early to fight once more. The thrill of the fight, the ability to test her raw, unmatched power, the desire to simply fight someone in the ring... despite most of them equating to literal pond-scum, drew the German back to her career... and comeback she would... To those that had seen her fight before, they would notice much greater bulk to the Juggernaut, the woman standing taller than before, more sure of herself... actually not standing like a block of wood or a statue anymore...

But as a woman. A strong, powerful woman nobody would be smart enough to mess with...



...and speaking of pond scum...

It was only fitting that her first opponent would be someone like this. Cicilia watched from the opposite end of back-stage as her opponent practically stumbled out to face the public, the German staring silently, her eyes seeming to cut through the blackness of shade like that of a beast, watching her prey from a sufficiently hidden hide. Look at her... Just a jacket and now shirt, practically and actually taunting them all, flipping off the world as she smiled a grin so wide it could split her face in half. She thought she looked strong, Cicilia thought, quietly judging her from her perch... but Suki didn't know what true strength was.

As her theme played, Cicilia would too step out to face the crowd, her appearance being met with universal CHEERS at her return... all of which she didn't even acknowledge. Her hands were balled tightly into fists that rested heavily in her jacket pockets, the boxer blocked out the noise her fans made in her name, her attention fully focused on the woman before her. Climbing into the ring in one swift and practiced motion, the German Juggernaut would walk right up to meet Suki, she who stood taller than her, but not by much. Cicilia wouldn't say a word, simply standing toe-to-toe with her opponent this day, her face unmoving, stone in the face of this unimpressive, shirtless girl, the boxer's hood pulled over her head, casting an intimidating, feature-emphasizing shadow over her face... And even as her pale white skin darkened.. her eyes never seemed to follow suit.

Cicilia commanded the space between herself and Suki, daring her to trying something, to force this match to get underway. Even as the announcer rattled off all of Cicilia's previous achievements, she cared little... She desired little more than to see just how rusty she's gotten in her time off.

Suki had not left her bed well-rested that morning. She had faced monsters in the night:

She made love to an elegant, pale spirit dressed in white performing on a stage so high it made Suki’s knees buckle. Suki took her from the top while she whimpered, then wept, then wailed beneath her and the stage grew taller and taller until it fell and crushed them.

She wrestled a laughing succubine demon with silver fangs, who grabbed Suki’s tit in a beautiful glass hand and made her go limp like a puppet. Suki collapsed against the monster, who slashed her throat and they moaned and fucked in the blood.

She was hunted by an Amazon. Suki tried to run but the air was thick as tar, and the Amazon speared her through the heart, stepped on her throat and became a writhing snake that coiled around her round, pale tits, slipped into her cunt, and made her writhe and scream and cum day after day until it finally forced itself down her throat and suffocated her.

The person in front of her now was just a girl. That was the theory. But the reality was this was a Juggernaut. Was it the eyes that made Suki’s jaw loosen? Red as lipstick, they almost had to be contacts, but they pierced through the girl’s long shadow with uncanny focus. It was a look that made Suki's mouth dry, that left her alone with the Juggernaut in spite of all the cheering around them. Then again, maybe it was Cicilia’s size that made Suki back one, two, three steps away as her opponent sized up with her. No, it couldn’t be her size, Suki, she’s shorter than you, just an average girl with average weight and—. But no amount of logic could diminish the way Cicilia’s sheer gravity smothered Suki.

And Suki couldn’t even manage to feel afraid. Instead, her nipples grew hard and erect. Emily had tied her down and spread her legs. Helpless. She’d felt so sweetly helpless...Suki had never so much as masturbated, and Emily made her bleed and groan and her mind dissolved. And now, in a way that made her want to jump in front of the nearest train, her groin throbbed when she saw Cicilia.  

Fuck this shit. Fuck it… Fuck fuck fuck…

“This is just pathetic. I mean, she hasn’t even touched her opponent, and already Mizushira’s pissing herself in the ring.”

The highflying Japanese girl’s face turned ashen, and she backed into a turnbuckle. Her gut was a vacuum, but she forced herself to drape her arms over the ropes and, smirking through a blush, call out loud enough for the boys in the back to hear. “...You want this, big girl? OK then. Come get it, she-man.”

There was a certain sense of power that came with watching her opponent deflate right in front of her, Suki's pride and arrogance seeming to be SUCKED right out of her upon staring into her eyes. As if the metaphysical was made real, the German seemed to CRUSH the girl under her own gravity and control, the woman's life bleeding out of her face as she stood before the bulkier, well-toned juggernaut, their size difference seeming to reverse in radical fashion. Oh, if only the boxer could allow herself the luxury of a smirk... She was just loving how this careless, hapless, standardless woman shied away from her, her already pale complexion bleeding to an almost snow white. This was the kind of face she wanted all her opponents to feel, to be afraid to be in the German's presence, for them to step back and reanalyze their life-decisions and wonder if it was all worth it...

Suki would back into her corner first, the obvious beta in this ring, trying to steal back some of the crowd by throwing out some bland, green-horn taunts! The German didn't even blink, her stare never once leaving Suki. In fact, she stepped closer, almost as if her presence were a force-field pushing the taller girl even HARDER into the turnbuckle, crushing her against it with her own fear! Her arms wouldn't move from their pockets, her face... almost like a mask with how steadily her features held. It was as if she was testing this girl, judging if Suki's conviction overpowered her unimpressive physique.... but judging by how utterly terrified she seemed...

...Cicilia wasn't expecting to be impressed. Taking another step forward, it would be here that the ref would get between them, demanding that she head back to her corner. After all, it could only start from there. Sparing a quick glance at the ref-in-stripes, Cicilia would quickly backstep into her corner, placing a fist within her palms and cracking her knuckles.

She didn't need to say anything to command this fight. Not one word needed to be spoken for both her opponent and the audience to know her wrath. They could feel it in the air, how the world seemed to revolve around the grey-clad fighter, how the air seemed to intensify in heat about the juggernaut as if it radiated raw energy. Cicilia's sanguine eyes were like spotlights to Suki, the eyes of the monster in her dreams made flesh in this woman, eyes so unflinching and intense, it was as if she could stare into her soul. Quietly, Cicilia judged the woman as an annoyance at best and a minor problem at worst, someone who would be flattened by her might the instant they clashed.

...Her strategy in a nutshell

Pulling her hands from her pockets, they would hang by her side, fingers curled in so tightly, they appeared almost like boulders than hands. Cicilia would stand stock-still like a golem awaiting orders... daring Suki to make the first move.

The referee—a blonde girl in striped hotpants and a blouse—stepped to the middle of the ring.

Cicilia, stony as a gargoyle, judged her from the opposite corner.

Suki barely registered as the match stipulations were called out, a sort of buzz in the background of her mind.

Cicilia’s fists hung like steel weights. She stared through the ref, a giant cat, a neolithic hunter watching from the brush.

Suki’s face was so damp and cold it reminded her of being a young girl stricken with fever. She’d lay tucked in up to her chin in the bed sheets while her sister practiced her Bach Partita no. 2 for Violin. The soft notes were turned into screeching birdcalls by the fever, and Suki buried her head in the covers and—

DING DING DING!

Suki was alone in the ring. The crowd had gone quiet. Her fists went up instinctively, her back braced, but her opponent just stood in her corner. Suki steeled herself, scared to blink. Cicilia stood as solid and still as a suit of armor. And waited. Suki saw the cat; the cat saw her; neither one moved. Then the announcer started in.

“...Uh-huh. Yeah. I wish I could be surprised, I wish I could, but God damn if this isn’t getting old. Yellow-bellied half-assed chicken shit!”

Suki remembered to breathe. Of course Twin Tails was back. She should have noticed earlier.

“We’ve seen this BULLLLLSHIT from every match this so-called talent has featured in! MIZUSHIRA, YOU COWARD! This is the most pathetic—”

A week ago this would have mattered to me, Suki realized. She laughed—a high-pitched, squealing little tinkle that made the crowd rustle and sit up in their seats.

“Oh yes!” Suki shouted, finally breaking the hypnotic eye-contact with which Cicilia had entranced her. “You better fucking believe it, Guys and Dolls! The biggest fucking coward at the AFW!”

“OH HERE SHE GOES—THEY DIDN’T COME TO HEAR YOU TALK!”

Suki’s heart was pounding in her gut, Flight of the Bumblebee tempo, Presto, Prestissimo. But she grinned. “Yellow-bellied chicken-shit, hun, just exactly right. Type who sits…” She put her hands on her knees and shoved her ass into the ring post and rubbed it up and down, “in her little corner over there pretending to be a bad ass with my fake-ass red eyes…” she shot her look back at Cicilia, “...just praying my darling little heart out the other bitch doesn’t see through my shit, oh yeah, just sitting there with my little Super Saiyan impression, hoping SHE’LL be stupid enough to hit first! Uh-huh casting couch whore, I’M THE FUCKING COWARD ALRIGHT!”

The initial silence between Cicilia and Suki was only overshadowed by the quiet, endless void emitted by the crowd, not a single one of them cheering or jeering... a fearful overtone to the taller woman's rant. She went on and on, doing her best to seemingly evoke some amount of bravery from within herself, trying to make herself believe that everything she was saying was true. At first, there was no visible reaction from the juggernaut, as if she were waiting for all this stupidity to come to an end... but the more that voice grated against her ears, the more Suki kept spouting all this stupid shit... the more the German's rage began to boil inside of her. It was like throwing gunpowder on a campfire, oil upon a fire-starter. Whatever Suki thought she was doing, her actions would have consequences far beyond anything she could ever imagine.

Cicilia's naturally sanguine eyes twitched with contained outrage, her jaw clenching, tightening to the point of her teeth biting into each other, her nails digging into her bandaged palms to the point they nearly bled... Even as Suki was still ranting about her objective superiority, about how Cicilia was a coward by giving her the first move... The German chose to take it for herself. Cicilia BROKE into a run straight at Suki, her massive presence dragging along with her as if a fully-stocked cargo-train was barreling right towards this woman, as if the ground rattled with every step she took!

...Much like a Cargo-train, however, the German's speed was unimpressive, to say the least, her ability to close distance not nearly as devastating as what she could do once that distance was crossed. Even with her blood boiling in her veins and her rage burning in her head, the boxer simply wasn't a fighter meant for movement speed... and that may or may not give Suki some measure of advantage to work with.

Barreling ahead, the Juggernaut would cock back a fist as Suki addressed the crowd once more, bringing her around in a skull-splitting straight-punch aimed RIGHT at the woman's jaw, her upper body bulking as she closed in as if all her energy were being channeled into them, a... super-sayain transformation that would serve her for this one punch alone! She aimed to KNOCK it right off! One could feel how compact the air was around it, barely see how fast it RIPPED apart shredded the resistance between itself and it's target. Cicilia's eyes, once cool, now burned with hostility and revenge, determined to level this girl with only one mighty punch! Sill silent, observant, almost afraid for the quick-talking rookie, the crowd would watch on, almost hoping this girl would silence herself and dodge... lest the alternative end her career before it had even begun.

The words escaped from Suki like air from a balloon. She was almost screaming, punching the air with her words, and God it felt good to finally beat something up.

Suki's mind was numb, but only at the surface, at her thinking brain. When Cicilia started to move, the animal brain was hunched up and ready to spring. Suki only realized what she was doing after her feet had already pushed off the ring-post, when she was already charging at a woman who not only looked like she could decapitate with a well-placed punch but also like she wanted nothing more in the world than to do exactly that.  What the fuck am I doing? Oh shit what the fuck—

Well but that’s simple, Suki.

Suki didn’t think I’m gonna fuck this bitch up, but images burned through her imagination. A wrestler triumphs in the crowd’s roar while she hold's an enemy's ankle under her armpit and bends until a knee pops, and she sees a wrestler standing over a prone body. The wrestler it by the hair and lift her to her knees—“Wonder what your fans think of you now?”—and Suki feels how the victim shakes. She revels in her hot breath against her navel, delights in the victim's moan and feels it curl in her own throat, and all of it makes her sex ache.

Most of all, she saw herself charge at…that woman. The red-haired Amazon, Emily, who’d waited in a corner like she now waited for Cicilia. She felt her gut drop as the Amazon ducked to the ground. Once her face slammed into the mat and she smelled the rubber and heard Twin Tails lose her shit, that shock turned to hot humiliation. “WOW! You have GOT to admire Emily’s athleticism when she can just flow into drop toe-hold like that.”

That move was what Suki, a panicking 1W 2L rookie, was going to try on Cicilia. She'd duck, catch the Juggernaut's left leg between her ankles, and trip her. Somehow, unless Cicilia found a way to get out of the way or counter, Suki's little animal brain would pull it off

What Suki had not yet realized was she had no idea what to do after she’d brought her rival to the ground. Where Emily could expertly extricate herself from Suki, Suki would just be the weaker and squishier part of a knot of knees and ankles tied up in the middle of the mat. And the Juggernaut would be there more pissed off than ever.

Cicilia was a military tank, a machine of war, a creature of overwhelming force and ground-flattening might. Tact, agility, these things were for rabbits and weasels that lacked any of their own strength. These attributes were for those who couldn't end the fight in a single, head-on blow, who couldn't be relied upon to be the bulwark someone they love might need. In this respect, Cicilia was as close to invincible this league would ever see. Her very movements were like that of a force of nature, something any human would've been smart to run from. The German's boots hammered into the ground like the hammers of a howitzer into the barrel, akin to microscopic nuclear warheads exploding beneath her soles. One might even see her shadow stretch out NOT only behind her... but around her like the manifestations of one's own darkness, swelling about the Juggernaut and consuming her features in the voidful black. Suki was a fool to attempt to stand before the abomination that rushed her down, to believe that she had a candle's chance in space of escaping the cost of her hubris.

...Ah, but it seemed this little rabbit had more strength to her than her arrogance would let on... or at least, enough in her legs to trip up the beast that came after her! Throwing herself to the ground, similar to how one might knowing an active grenade was in the vicinity, Suki would SHOOT out her legs attempting to ensnare the Juggernaut's, her legs snaring the boxer's left, THROWING her momentum off entirely!

Reflexes was one of Boxing's most honed skills and it was enough to save Cicilia from a humiliating face-plat, the boxer stumbling to one knee, her left ankle twisted painfully in her rapid, chaotic decent! The German would make a wild swipe at her opponent, a vicious backhand that might slap that woman's face right off!