Julia Knight vs. Cicilia 'The Juggernaught'

Standard match

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Julia's music was playing as she came out looking pretty excited about her odds. Another rookie and a boxer at that meaning she had next to no skills in a real ring. Or against a real opponent. Something Julia was going to take full advantage of in this match as she looked forward to picking the new girl apart and sending her packing before anyone even remembered her name in this place. As was fitting of any loser who had the misfortune of starting her.

Coming down to the ring as Julia as was blowing kisses to the crowd some of whom didn't take kindly to her attitude as of late but she waved them off and proceeded the way she usually did entering the ring and cracking her knuckles as she prepared for this easy match to be over and done with.

Entrance Music Xb

Wrestling Outfit

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Cicilia came out when it was her time, her music blasting over the arena. It was her time for her to show the viewers what she was capable of! She was up against a seasoned wrestler for her first match but the juggernaut feared no opponent. She'd push through this fool and anyone else that got in her way to the top! Such was the right of all De'Reignhardts and she'd display it in this fight.

The German made no moves for fan service nor payed any attention to the crowd. Most of them seemed to be cheering for the senior wrestler as if any of that mattered. Cicilia slammed her knuckles together as if she were preparing for a boxing match, toughening her grip to make her strikes that much harder.

How did Cicilia feel about her first match? Mad. It had to be anger. Angry because of her opponent, angry because the crowd didn't favor her, mad perhaps because she was slightly self-conscious about her wrestling attire... All this fed into the adrenaline rush that further boosted her already well known might (at least in the boxing ring). Fear didn't factor into this at all. She was going to CRUSH this woman.

Cicilia slipped into the ring without a word, her expression cold, quiet, like the ticking of a timer on a bomb. It was only a matter of time before it went off.

Well this girl looked fun at parties. Coming out in a standard gear she didn't seem at all interested appeasing any of the fans in attendance and looked just a mix of bored and angry. Which worked for her if she wanted to play the tough gal shed just break her exterior soon enough and see what was left afterwards. Watching her come down to the ring Julia raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"So you think staring daggers is going to help you in this match or do you think your going to intimidate me that way?" Julia said moving towards the girl as she sized her up waiting for the ref to make the official call for the bell to ring.

"If you think I need any help beating someone like you, you've already lost." Cicilia responded flatly, already scanning this woman for some kind of weak-point to hit. Given the fact they haven't started fighting yet, there really wasn't that much to see beyond her choice of outfit. The boxer scanned her less than modest ring-wear, shaking her head in disapproval. Everyone here apparently sought to make their fans horny for them it seemed... T'was one of the things she disliked about wrestling. Was about skin as much as it was fighting and this woman seemed to only reinforce that idea.

She supposed her standards shouldn't be too high, though. After all, this was more of an entertainment industry than a real sport. There was no reason to think that there'd be someone here with enough self-respect not to flash every bit of themselves as possible, not when such a thing would grant them all the following they could ever want. This cynical view reinforced Cicilia's anger several times, solidifying her resolve to crush this cocky woman. She could already feel her nose crumpling under the weight of her punches already. She only hoped she was more bite than bark.

The Official looked to the boxer, asking if she was ready and she nodded, not taking her eyes off her opponent. T'was one of the basic rules of boxing after all. She raised her fists in a right-handed orthadox stance, waiting for the bell to be tolled for their fight to begin.

I can't underestimate her... She thought, bouncing lightly on her heels. I have to get in there and finish this fast before she can do anything... unexpected...

"Hey the last girl said that too..she was wrong by the way. Kicked her head off and left her out cold in this ring. Served her right for trying to act tough in this ring like I was some flash in the pan." Julia said already bored of the girl and her condescending look. She didn't know what about the girl made her think she could waltz in here and giver the stink eye like she was the one who needed to prove herself but she was going to quickly take out that notion right before she pinned this girl to the mat.

Once the bell finally rang Julia moved in with her hands up and in a typical wrestling stance. Trying to figure out her opponents strengths she decided a simple lock up would work for now. Looking to lock up with the girl and push against her for a bit before she would try and turn her around and into a headlock to try and force her around.

"Look." Cicilia said, rolling her eyes at the girl's statement. "You don't like me, I don't like you, lets just fight already? You don't seem like a complete ass so I'll let you have that one." With that, the boxer would just wait for the bell to ring, holding up her arms in the apparent wrestling stance. It was then that the bell rang and the redhead advanced, challenging the boxer to a lock up. What...? Did she think she was just going to play her game because she was a senior?

Still, Cicilia advanced, holding her arms at the ready as if she was about to lock up... Before suddenly stepping closer, jabbing her left fist at the girl's nose. She'd follow up with a smashing uppercut to the girl's gut with her right and, if that hit and she buckled forward as a response to such a hit, Cicilia would lean back, then throw her head forward, slamming her forehead into the girl's face without hesitation. She aimed to but her down fast and she doubted the girl would be able to expect such attacks... She hoped her expectations were correct.

Cicilia still wasn't giving her the respect she was due, youd think a rookie ought to learn not to look down on someone yet here she was doing just that. Still she would just have to show her how out of her depth she was as she closed the gap and tried to lock up with the girl only for her to instead decide that fists were more her style. Throwing a punch straight to her face that caught her square on the nose.

"Aauuffgh!" Julia groaned as her head shot back and she nearly stumbled backwards. Before another uppercut to her belly. "Ouggh.." Julia gasped and leaned in as Cicilia looked poised to follow up on her attack and winded for a headbut. Still Julia had the wherewithal to avoid that mess, backing up entirely and sending a kick to her belly to try and send her back.

Cicilia felt a boot strike her stomach and shove her back but the boxer was hardly effected at least damage wise. She was called the Juggernaut for a reason and wouldn't be stopped by a simple push-kick. Granted, it did stall her as second, forcing her to stop her headbutt short and allowing the redhead a mere moment to retreat and collect herself but she clearly underestimated Cicilia's strength durability if she thought it'd do more than that.

The boxer would advance on the woman a second after the kick impacted with her stomach, trying to grab the leg she threw at her and hurl it hard to the side.  If this succeeded, there was a good chance this girl would be left COMPLETELY off balance, allowing the boxer to follow up with some actual non-boxing moves. Cicilia would reach out fast to grab the woman by her long sanguine hair, jerking her into a crushing knee to her lower stomach. From there she'd jerk Julia's head down towards the canvas, attempting to throw her to the floor for further punishment.

If it didn't succeed in throwing Julia through a loop, the boxer would advance quietly, her guard raised against any further attempts to stop her advance. She moved like a warmachine: slow, deliberate, silent. Almost like something inhuman. Her sanguine eyes peered out from behind the shield of her arms like the gaze of a monster... Restrained enough to think clearly, not enough to refrain from crushing you. She'd wait until her opponent made a move to stop her advance before making a move of her own, not wanting to build her momentum on a crippling counter.

As Julia tried to pull away after the kick Julia felt Ciclia move in for the kill and try to keep attack her, grabbing her leg and pushing it away from her and leaving her open as she felt the girl move in and grab her hair. Frantic Julia couldn't stop herself from being pulled in for the knee that struck her belly.

"Ouuggh!" Julia groaned as she started to fold and Ciclia proceeded to toss her to the floor and send her on the mat. Groaning Julia rolled with it and tried to get out of the ring and to the floor. Desperate to get some breathing room from the so called juggernaut.

Cicilia let the woman roll away, watching her pretty quickly put some distance between them. This chick was putting up NO resistance, taking each of her hits with a dramatic gasp of protest. It was no fun to crush someone who's offense was so pathetic it couldn't even slow someone like Cicilia. Perhaps she was just too rocked by the boxer's attempt to actually win. Maybe she needed to bring it down a notch and give the little "spark-in-the-pan" a moment to collect herself. She could be that fair she supposed. It'd hurt her pride to just run someone over like this.

"Take your time and collect yourself." Cicilia offered, crossing her arms. She walked over to the opposite end of the ring, giving the red-head maximum distance as she leaned against the ropes. "It's not worth it beating down someone who can't defend themselves." This wasn't the german being cocky either. She kept a close eye on her opponent and would move away from the ropes if the girl started circling the ring from the outside. She simply thought it would be best to give her a chance to relax and compose herself. At least a minute's worth of time. She was a lot tougher than Cicilia initially gave her credit for, though. Most girls crumbled under just a couple of hits and here she was with enough strength to roll away. She was impressive alright... just not good.

"You're not doing very well living up to your promises." She mentioned with a shrug. "I don't know if you're holding something back or not but stop it. This is the only freebee I'm giving you so don't waste it. "