Another Training Day!

Cicilia stood toe-to-toe with another woman in the Gym's wrestling ring, the two of them locked in an epic bout of strength as neither budged against one another. The woman she was fighting today looked almost exactly like her in a lot of respects with the red eyes and long black hair, though she wore a different color outfit than the German's gentle blue. If this were some kind of videogame, it would be like fighting a pallet swap of yourself as this girl seemed to match her in every aspect! They had been going at it for at least a couple minutes now, trading punches, exchanging the occasional grapple or hold but neither was able to get a solid upper hand on the other. Now they were engaged in a test-of-strength hold, their hands shaking with effort as they tried to outdo the other on pure strength alone! Equal... painfully, indisputably equal.

"Rrrgh...." She growled as she dug into her reserves, finally gaining ground on the other woman... And gaining fast... Once the German had pushed through her first line of defense, it seemed her strength failed her, making it easy-ish for the Juggernaut to SHOVE them hard into the corner behind her! A quick flurry of blows dropped her to the ground for a quick pin...

1... 2...3...

And the fight was over. Cicilia had won if only barely. Cicilia rolled off the other woman, tired, sweating to say the least as she slowly rose to her feet, offering the other girl a hand... Damn... She was tough... Fighting her again would be a pleasure... Graciously, the girl took her hand, giving it a firm shake and a smile before slipping out of the ring to recover, leaving Cicilia desperately trying to get her breath back in the corner... She leaned up heavily against the turnbuckle, letting her heart slow and the pounding in her head to cease, wiping her forehead dry of perspiration... If more people kept coming in like that... She wasn't going to keep winning for much longer...

Marcella was quite prideful. She had been watching off to the side as the /chump/ was defeated, however she was not impressed. Like the egomaniac she was, she couldn't consider this to be a feat of strength or passion, or even perseverance. All she could see was incompetence that left a lingering taste on her tongue. Her prideful disposition spoke no louder than in her choice of attire which was purely a display of her body, hidden only by the most bare of clothing as if to tease at the mind. A dark brown leather suspender linked only to leather pants of the same coloration, that clung tightly to her skin. Her bold nature spoke in the fact that other than the suspenders and risque pants, there was nothing under, she cared not displaying her breasts and her pelvis line coaxing at the mind that, underneath there were no underwear of any variety, even her bare bottom was displayed for the viewers and competitors alike. This nature would be what brought about the next scenario in which Marcella grandiosely lifted her arm and pointed to the currently resting and recovering athlete in an utterly disrespectful manner.

"I'm suuuure you believe that in some light you are a great fighter, who just defeated another great competitor! Don't delude yourself though, you've only stood in the ring with incompetent chumps. I however will show you what real talent and technique is, don't forget to thank me after you wake up in the nurses office~"

Cicilia's sanguine eyes flicked over in the direction of the woman calling her out, her lids squinting with distaste. The hell...? Who in the god-damn was this woman...? The German's gaze flicked over her practically naked form before shaking her head in disgust, wondering just what kind of half-wit walked around like that... She imagined the woman walking through town among the common folk with nothing but her suspenders and leather pants on, no doubt smiling like the cocky idiot she was being right now... The men staring at her rack in awe, the women staring at them in envy, everyone just looking her way as she used her admittedly admirable form as a way to get easy attention. What a joke she was. This woman... Would teach Cicilia what true technique was...?

HA! That's a laugh.

"Are you going to get in here and fight me, or are you going to stand there making an ass of yourself?" Cicilia questioned sharply, pushing herself out of her corner and raising her fists. For all her brovado and tough exterior, the boxer wasn't in her best shape... That last fight took a lot out of her and, at most, she could probably work at 75% if she PUSHED HERSELF hard. As much of a bitch this woman was being too... she didn't look like easy pickings... If her skill was anywhere near her confidence level... Cicilia might very well be waking up under a nurse's care. Still, who turned down a fight from someone who just called you out like that? Not Cicilia De'Reignhardt, that's who!

"Get up here so I can crush you."

Marcella's ever so arrogant smile never left even as Cicilia whipped back at her with insults and threats, or rather challenges. She brushed them all under the rug, as in her mind they were beneath her. She just shrugged her shoulders sighing as if this was a hassle she was obligated to deal with, akin to doing dishes or taking out the trash. Approaching the ring from the opposite side of the woman, she stepped in, making sure that when she pulled the ropes apart she spread her legs niiiice and far to pander to their apparent audience to gain admiration. Easy pickings to say the least, she approached the exhausted competitor with her hands pressed onto each of her hips, staring her up and down face to face. "Are you sure you are going to be able to in this state?"

Cicilia's breathing was heavy and her stance was more than a little sloppy, her opponent more than obliged to point this out as she stepped in. The boxer's eyes burned with anger as she stared at her fresh and ready opponent, the German just trying to ignore the burning and heaviness of her arms.

"Just worry about yourself." She snarled before closing in to start this fight, hoping to end if fast if that was at all possible. Cicilia opened up with a couple swift jabs to the woman's face in an attempt to push her on the defensive, no doubt not wanting to get peppered with fists so soon into the battle. If her punches served their purpose, the German would suddenly duck low, throwing a HUGE uppercut into her chin, trying to send her FLYING back. Whether or not this punch landed, Cicilia would let out a sudden gasp for air, her arms dropping almost completely as she just heaved for breath...

"*Huff... Huff...* Wh-what...? I have to have more energy than this..." Cicilia mumbled to herself, only just now realizing what she'd gotten herself into. Here she was in a ring with a woman who was threatening to dismantle her, fresh and ready to go while the German was just barely able to put up a fight! Everything was so heavy... Her eyes were already drooping...

She couldn't believe it... She was going to get dominated by THIS loser!

Marcella was not very fast, at all. Reflexively and instinctively she was quite underwhelming, taking the first few blows to her face. However she was quite durable, so once her opponent had ducked down for a mighty upper cut, she pulled her head back, allowing the blow to whiff right up and past her, and once it did, it didn't take any talent or technique to realize how she would respond. Her fist clenched up tightly, and she jerked her whole body forward throwing an overhead fist straight downwards towards her competitors face, her entire hefty body following the force and momentum of the incoming blow trying to center it with her nose with enough energy to send her flying head first into the surface of the mat

Cicilia's first couple jabs struck her well, much to her surprise, expecting the woman to at least be able to dodge them or something... The outcome of her blows were completely inverted to what she planned, however, her hook missing completely as the woman lunged back, forcing Cicilia into her weakened, defenseless state. She glared at the woman as she cocked her fist back, about as slowly as one of her stronger punches before she threw her fist right into the center of her face, snapping the German's head back sharply! Even tired, her strength depleting slowly, Cicilia didn't fall... Not even back one step! Her resiliency stuck with her even in this state and a punch that weak wasn't going to put her down so quickly. Cicilia cocked her own fist back, throwing it right back at the woman a bit stronger than hers, letting her feel a truer sample of the Juggernaut's strength! She hoped to get into a trade of blows so that she could at least bank on her high reserves of mental fortitude and pain-resistance to bail her out...

Because at this point, the only thing she had that had a hope of saving her now as her ability to tank damage.

A prideful surge raced through the leather clad woman's body, a punch like that outta shut this woman up! Or so she thought, but not only was she not shutting up, she was turning another even stronger blow straight into her, causing all this pride and the basic air to fling from Marcella's lips, along with splattering spit, her legs wobbling a bit as unlike her competitor, she dropped straight down to her knees, her entire body trying to adjust from the blow she just received*

Cicilia's breathing only got heavier as she threw her punch, dropping the well-endowed woman to her knees much to her surprise. Was she really that weak...? After the punch she just took that actually hurt and talking all that smack, she was going to collapse to the mat like some kind of sissy...? Half of the German was disappointed, obviously. Even if she was going to be crushed under her advertised technique, she would've at least been fighting against someone who knew what they were doing. On the other hand (and she was ashamed to admit this), she was relieved... Cicilia was at the very hairy end of her rope and this fight wouldn't last very long on her end if this girl was able to take hits like she could.

Her lips curled into a snarl, Cicilia cocked her fist back again, this time attempting to strike the woman across the face with a hook to bring her fully to the floor of the arena, letting her taste the mat first. It was what she deserved after coming in here the way she did... Damned competitors... She wanted a good fight as much as the next girl but this was getting ridiculous...

"Go down!" The Juggernaut commanded, striking the woman across the face with another hook if she refused to fall from her knees.

For one lacking in such technique, it was very hard for Marcella to get the momentum back into her favor, as she never truly had it to begin with. However her body was quite sturdy and well built, she just didn't know the techniques to utilize that and protect herself properly, instead of bracing for impact, she glanced up only to recieve not just one but two more blows to the face, the second causing her to spin across her knees, flopping straight down face first to the mats surface, her rear end wobbling around as she laid face down in a small pool of her own spit, trying to crawl back up to her hands and knees already from a blow that'd have knocked a normal person unconcious several times over*