The Juggernaut vs. Tracer: Speed and Agility vs. Raw Strength

Cicilia froze as Tracer mentioned how "cute" she was again, her upper lip twitching as if a snarl was barely being contained... Being fully conscious and lucid likely would've been the death of the poor woman, suffering Cicilia's full, unrestrained wrath for DARING to call the Juggernaut cute! She would've beaten her down until she was on the floor, barely breathing because if there was one thing you didn't do (with one exception): It was call Cicilia De'Reignhardt cute!

Luckily for her tipsy opponent, she was practically falling apart both mentally and physically. It felt as if their clinch was the only thing keeping the woman from collapsing to the mat and her speech was less than smooth, suffice it to say. She probably didn't even know what she was saying... Or at least that was the excuse she would've used if she didn't say that earlier before this match really got started! Instead of trying to find a second reason not to beat this poor, defeated woman's lights out, Cicilia let out a heavy sigh, using her willpower to just let the statement pass. There was no reason to cling to it... not when she was so MASSIVELY in the lead in this fight. She didn't need to hurt Tracer more than she already was...

"I'm also taken." She'd state flatly, her brow furrowed, jaw clenched. If there was one thing she disliked, it was the feeling of this woman's heavy breath against her neck, that nuzzling that forced flashes of her lover appear before her eyes... Ugh. It made her feel dirty... "...So don't get comfortable."

Lena was out of it, plain and simple. Cicilia had just overwhelmed her with her superior offensive power too quick for her to counter efficiently. With all the blows to the head and lungs she had taken, it was nigh impossible for her to totally recover, leaving the Brit in a state of dazed bliss.

Humming, she leaned into the woman, sighing in comfort as her body lay limp against Cicilia, nuzzling her neck. She wasn't TRYING to come onto the woman. Hell, she would have backed off by that point, but she was too out of it to truly have a rational mind to think with.

Alright, that was enough. She'd hoped her words would've invoked a little awareness into her opponent, maybe getting her to back off a bit but it seemed she was just too out of it. If she wasn't going to wake up, Cicilia might as well end this match, as unsatisfyingly short as it was. Would she choose a signature punch to put Tracer down? Would she use her boxing talents to knock her unconscious?

Nah. She was a mediocre wrestler and needed to gain some skill in it somehow. Scooping up the woman in her arms and seemingly lifting her up in a bearhug. Lacking any of the strength of the attack however, Cicilia merely lifted the woman up as she leaned back, taking her feet off the ground. Suddenly, she'd fall straight forward, resisting the erge to catch herself as she SLAMMED tracer hard into the mat in a half-decent power-bomb, the German's head landing in her chest much to her chagrin. If her attack came to pass, Cicilia would climb off Lena with a frustrated huff before hooking her leg up for the 3 count.

"One." She muttered, tapping her foot against the mat to simulate a referee.

"Two..."

"THREE!"

Lena's body slumped on the canvas, out cold under the body of her opponent. Her leg fell with a thump on the ring floor. The second gym brawl in a row where she had been reduced to nothing more than a limp rag doll in the center of the ring.

Cicilia had defeated Tracer without even trying and she was really bitter about that... She was nowhere as strong as she hoped, only hitting her a couple times before falling to a CRUSHING defeat. No resistance WHATSOEVER. Cicilia sighed in disappointment but she wasn't about to leave the poor brit to a humiliating awakening. Even after all that "cute" talk and nuzzling, Sayumi had taught her well... She had enough patience to stick around after that BRUTAL beating. Taking the woman up in her arms, Cicilia for Lena to awaken from her knockout-induced coma. Plenty of the surrounding spectators looked on in confusion, expecting the juggernaut to just toss her out or mock her for DARING to fight her but they'd all be disappointed. She instead glared at them for their judgemental looks, for thinking she wasn't beyond being a cruel and abusive woman. She was trying to change. She wanted to be better than she had been.

"What're you all looking at?" She snapped, her hostile sanguine gaze flashing over them all. Eventually, the crowd thinned out, leaving Cicilia alone with her fallen opponent, humming something to herself as her gaze returned to the woman in her arms, a gentle look in her eyes.

"Too strong..." Cicilia muttered, shaking her head, frustrated at her lack of restraint. "Too much strength... Damn it, I need more control..."