A Strange Gym Encounter

Success! Juno had knocked the German off balance and began the two began to tumble to the floor. Juno’s abs hurt from the knee that was still embedded in them, but the small comeback helped Juno ignore some of the pain. Juno needed to turn the tide and hitting the mat was her best bet. Most of Her submission move involved the floor after all.

As the two fell, Juno noticed Cicilia’s arm go to wrap around Juno’s neck. It wasn’t unexpected that Cicilia would retaliate, and had the situation been reversed Juno would have used the exact same submission, what looked to be a Guillotine Choke. Juno would try to avoid the arm snaking around her neck but falling limited her range of movements. By the time the two hit the ground, Cicilia’s leg was wrapped around Juno’s waist, and her arm was…Around Juno’s head. A bit awkward for Juno, but something she figured she could easily slither out of. A few punches peppered Juno’s ribs, but compared to the Knee she just received, they were a welcome change though it did make her wince.

Juno would try to pull her head out of the hold while restraining her opponents free arm. If she were to succeed, her anger would get the better of her and would violently headbutt Cicilia, looking to smash her opponents face between the floor and her skull.

Cicilia fell to the ground with Juno in her grip, the blue nurse left susceptible to her blows. She despised positions like this... Being a boxer by nature, the German was at her strongest on her feet where her punches MEANT something, where here lower-body could commit to her strikes just as much as her upperbody. It was frustrating when her opponents didn't recoil from her fists! She was supposed to be a slugger, dang it! A scary force of blows that sent opponent's reeling! These punches she was throwing at this girl's side were a joke! They weren't even making her flinch!

"God-damn...." Cicilia cursed, reaching up towards the girl's neck with one hand while she unlatched her other arm from around the girl's neck, ready to push her back...

This was what the girl was looking for, however and suddenly lashed out with her free head before Cicilia could get a good grip and brought her forehead down like a hammer on Cicilia's nose!

"AAAH!" She gasped in surprise, immediately dropping a hand back to cradle her wounded face... Her eyes widened in shock... before narrowing in rage... Suddenly, her other hand would come around in an attempt to CLUTCH Juno's neck in a crushing grip, literally choking the fight right out of her almost shamelessly. With a massive heave, the juggernaut would attempt to use her superior strength to roll over, taking the dominant position from the nurse as she held her against the ground with her hand crushing her throat! All the while Cicilia's eyes burned with anger, slowly lowering her hand from her face to reveal a slight nose-bleed.

CRUNCH!

Juno smiled under her mask as she heard her opponent gasp in pain, the anger that had been building up throughout the match helped maximize the damage done by her headbutt. She was going to make this girl pay for humiliating her, and Juno would be sure to add interest to the debt. Juno wanted to hurt Cicilia worst than she had hurt anyone before, take her right arm from her, and humiliate her in front of everyone watching.

Juno would stare into Cicilia’s shocked eyes, debating whether or not another headbutt would be necessary, when suddenly a sharp grip would camp around her neck. Fear gripped Juno as she was suddenly unable to breath. Instinctively, Juno went to pry the arm off, her hands scratching and pulling, trying to find any kind of weakness to the grip. Before she could, the juggernaut rolled over, putting Juno in yet another disadvantageous position.

The grip hadn’t loosened on her neck, instead it got stronger! The rage in Cicilia’s eye was burning through Juno, who squirmed desperately trying to get oxygen in and out of her lungs. The Juggernaut lowered her hand to reveal a nose bleed, blood running down the Germans lip. Some of the blood began to drip on Juno, who would have been disgusted had she not been chocking.

Desperately, Juno would pull her arm back, looking to launch a palm strike aimed right for the damaged nose. Her other hand would try to pull off Cicilia’s grip around her throat, though Juno was physically weaker than her raven-haired enemy.

Cicilia grunted loudly, her grip on the nurse's throat tightening more and more as they swapped positions, the woman rolling underneath her as helpless as a lamb! Blood from her nose dripped right onto the girls's face, The German only smirking with satisfaction as her face scrunched up in disgust! Still, the boxer was on guard despite having achieved the advantage, the juggernaut feeling quite untrusting of the girl's weakness. She kept her guard up as she continued to throttle the strength out of her opponent, her eyes catching site of the arm coming up to strike her just in time! Cicilia ducked her head back just in time to avoid the palm-strike, though the distance she had to duck back was so great, she had to abandon her hold on the other woman.

Scooting back a could couple feet, Cicilia would rise to her feet once more, raising her hands defensively once again. How low was this girl willing to go, attacking her wounded nose like that!? Who the hell did she think she was!? Her jaw clenched and her eyes burned as she glared at her blue rival... Contemptible... She couldn't win using skill so she had to resort to cheap tricks... What a low-life...

"You're never going to beat me with moves that dirty." The German remarked flatly, raising her wrist up to her nose to wipe the blood off her face... A moderate bleed... nothing to be concerned about. "It says quite a bit about what kind of fighter you are: The losing kind."

Juno felt relief as Cicilia abandoned the hold around her neck, opening up her airway. As quickly as she could, Juno rolled away to the opposite side of the ring, massaging her neck and trying to get a breath. Her abs were still sore from the knee and used the ropes to steady herself. For a moment, Juno thought about calling it quits and just giving up and leaving. But then Juno looked up to see Cicilia in a defensive stance and giving her an angry glare. The same glare that was staring down on Juno while she was being strangled.

Juno’s thoughts flooded in, did she just try to strangle her? She almost killed her! Would she have stooped if Juno passed out? All of it blossomed a new rage, to the point where Juno could comfortably say that she Hated this girl. If Cecilia’s eyes were filled with red hot rage, then Juno’s were filled with cold, unmerciful hatred. The only thing Juno wanted to do now was hurt Cicilia, any way she could.

“No. I don’t plan on beating you. Not anymore.” Juno’s voice was soft but filled with malice. Her eyes stared deep into Cicilia’s.

“I’m going to break you, and everyone you hold dear. I’ll snap every bone in that right arm of yours right here in this gym. Listen as you cry out for help and witness your despair when no one arrives.” Juno got back into her fighting stance, a dull throb in her ribs, “Then, I’ll fix you. Mend your arm. Make it better than new, just so I can break it all over again.”

Cicilia scoffed in dark amusement as Juno threatened to do terrible things to her arms, her promises to break them, fix them and break them again only forcing a smile upon the German's face. What a joke! Hilarious, really! These threats against her well-being were hardly anything she had faced before. So many psychotic women threatened to ruin her in so many different ways and so far, only one had actually followed up on her threats. One out of... SO many who promised vengeance so she didn't really hold this woman's promises in high regard.

"Look, understand you're not a threat. You are weak. Physically, mentally... morally. You were dumb enough to dare be a sadist where I could see you and are now threatening the woman who will crush you, you are too weak to actually hurt me, and now you're looking at me with a straight face and telling me you will break my arms... and do the same to 'The ones I hold dear.' Tell me, creep, does this stupid shtick of yours ever get old or is it fun yelling threats you can't back up?" It was a genuine question as much as it was another jab at this freak... Cicilia couldn't help but glance over at the girl she had saved from Juno's treacherous grasp, checking to make sure she was healing up fine. Last thing she needed was worry for someone else distracting her from the fight ahead. She didn't want to find out of this Silent-Hill-level-perverted nurse could find a way to break her.

"What you're about to feel is every bit what you deserve. The only pity I have for you is because you can't see how screwed it was that you've gotten to this point." Preaching morality to someone who was literally going to beat the life out of someone begging to stop... Yeah, like that would have a positive effect. Might even make Cicilia look like a white-knight!...

Whatever.

She didn't care what people thought of her... Well... all but a few personal exceptions.

Juno couldn’t believe this woman. SHE started this, SHE interrupted Juno’s research, and because she got a few decent shots in SHE thought of herself as mentally superior? Juno simply couldn’t let that one slide. This brute whose brains were in her fists was spouting off nonsense about crushing her, that Juno was too weak to hurt her, claiming Juno couldn’t back up her threats. How naïve could this woman be?

Juno caught Cicilia looking at her sparing partner, who was watching the fight intently, but still holding her damaged arm. Juno figured Cicilia was still concerned about the woman, she didn’t know why and considered attacking her while her attention was away. Instead, Juno spoke the honest truth,

“She’ll need medical attention soon, something I can provide her.” Juno gaze didn’t leave Cicilia, not even bothering to look at her sparring partner. Her tone was sharper than it had been before, “I know what I damaged and where, her recovery time would likely be halved if I treat her. What would YOU do?”

Juno shook her head, regaining some of her composure but the hate staying in her eyes.

“I am perfectly capable of fixing what I break. You, a so called “Juggernaut”, are incapable of anything beyond hitting what’s in front of you. You have no right to claim you are my mental superior.”

Juno didn’t even bother to acknowledge Cicilia’s so called “pity”. Instead, she would attack, using her speed once again, similar to how she started this fight but with a different target in mind.

Juno would rocket towards Cicilia, but at the last possible moment quickly turn to go around the Juggernaut. If she was successful, she would use the rope behind Cicilia to rebound off of, giving her more momentum to deliver a powerful dropkick aimed at the raven-haired girls back.

"That just makes you worse, doesn't it?" Cicilia mused. "Fixing someone only to break them again? It sounds almost like you enjoy seeing her hurt. No. I will take her to the hospital where she can get the treatment she needs without your strings attached. After I beat you down, of course. Then she will be free of you." Here she was, being an angel of vengeance... again. And again and again and again. It was an impulse, you see, a gut reaction to defend the weak and call out the assholes. She just didn't have any patience for those that would exploit others, her business or not. It had gotten her into a lot of troubles, made her more enemies than it had allies and she was trying to break this habit... Trying being the key phrase. To separate one's self from others, to just mind her own business wasn't something easily done... When person after person approached you, when you learned throughout your life that your time wasn't your own and when you grew up as she had... It was hard to unlearn that.

She couldn't very well back out now either nor did she want to. This woman needed a good taste of defeat... It was likely asking for too much, but perhaps being thrown to the mat a few more times would wake Juno up to the fact she was being an utter freak right now. The way she talked, the way she acted was something out of a second-rate sadist villain stereotype and Cicilia couldn't tell if she was aware of that or not... She seemed serious enough and her cruelty hardly seemed forced... Good. Then she wouldn't feel bad about breaking her jaw.

Speaking of throwing people to the mat, Juno came charging at her full speed like a complete moron, throwing herself at the Juggernaut like a goat before a lion. Fool... What could she possibly hope to gain, engaging a boxer head on like this!? Cicilia cocked back a fist, waiting quietly on the other woman's approach before throwing a scythe-of-a-hook at the nurse's jaw as soon as she ran within range...

Except Juno had a plan, apparently.. She ducked down low and to the side under Cicilia's arm as she approached, slipping right past her instead of going for a blow. The German turned around just in time for a pair of boots to strike her hard in the chest, sending Cicilia sprawling, her back crashing into the Ring floor ever so gracefully. In truth, she was more pissed off than hurt, annoyed more than disoriented.

"Rrrrgh..." She growled, quickly pushing herself into a sitting position, moving to raise herself up on a knee next. Not the most favorable position for a striker. Perhaps even an exploitable position.

Juno shot right back up after delivering her drop kick. She didn’t want to give Cicilia anytime to recover and was using her superior speed to her advantage. Juno didn’t monologue, nor speak any threats at her raven-haired opponent. She was completely focused on her, knowing she was a threat, able to take a dropkick and still get back up apparently.

Geez, just who hurt this girl? Juno thought as the juggernaut seemed angrier than hurt from the attack. Juno figured most people would at least be winded by that dropkick, but Cicilia just kept getting back up. A fact that annoyed Juno to no end and it showed.

Juno knew the position Cicilia was in. In that state, even if she could throw a punch, it wouldn’t have any real power in it. Not unless Juno was stupid enough to stand right in front of her, then perhaps an uppercut could be made of it, but she had no intention of giving her German opponent the chance. Juno had something in mind already, something…. poetic.

Cicilia had said Juno’s was physically weak. An easy assumption to come to, as Juno had focused on strikes, her weakest form of combat, the entire match. Yet another reason, Juno thought, that she was the intellectual superior of the two. Cicilia spouted of that nonsense about being weak without first weathering Juno’s perfered method of attack. Something Juno was aiming to fix.

Juno rocketed off towards Cicilia’s right side, looking to deliver a knee to her downed opponents chin, pushing her backwards. If Juno was to succeed, she would quickly grab onto Cicilia’s right arm and bring it into a painful armbar. One very similar to the one she had given her sparring partner when Cicilia first entered the gym, except far more intense.

Cicilia growled as she rose up, barely offput by the woman's dropkick. What would take her down? Something more than that simple maneuver. She had taken worse hits boxing greenhorns than she did from that strike... That didn't stop Juno's next attack, however, something far more sinister than a simple push of her legs. The boxer's jaw took a nasty crack as the wrestler's knee collided right with it, sending her back down to the mat... for the most part. The German was able to take the strike well enough she could catch herself on her forearms before her head smacked right against the floor of the ring. Her jaw actually ached from that one... Something told her she'd need to put some ice on it when she got home...

But that wasn't the end either, however. Juno quickly dropped down to her level before Cicilia had a chance to recover, wrapping her legs and arms around a choice arm in a brutal arm lock!

"GGh...GGGG!" She hissed, actually somewhat amazed by the skill in which it was executed! Specifically, with how much pain could be inflicted with such a classic, and simple hold. It really spoke volumes about her skill with such things. Were she the the one executing it, all her effectiveness would've come from brute force but this... this was different.

"God... damn...." She huffed, pulling back with her entrapped limb, attempting to break the shackles that held her in this torturous position. If she managed to do so, the Juggernaut would wrench her arm free of Juno's clasping hands... only to send her fist crashing down on her ribs like a hammer, punishment for her damned hold!

S....so that's the kind of person she is... Cicilia thought to herself whether or not she managed a counter attack. Must... avoid being caught.