Cicilia De'Reighnhardt vs Death Bunny!

"RRRRGH!" Cicilia growled, outraged by D.B.'s remarks. She never was good at hiding her feelings, especially that this one struck too close to home. Helplessness... What a feeling she knew... It was like a yearly vacation-home, a place she returned to frequently whether she wanted to or not. Whether by her girlfriend being used as ammunition against her, her older sister ripping apart what was supposed to be her childhood or her own insecurities taking apart any social skills she had, vulnerability was something she was no stranger to. Heh... Ironic, wasn't it? A Juggernaut, an unstoppable force, the pinnacle of strength having so many glaring weaknesses. It was almost a mockery of the title itself.

"Sh-Shut up!" She demanded, still relentless in her attempts to break free! God, it was hell on her shoulders... she could feel the blades digging into her spine, the tendons' flexibility burning as it's limits were very nearly being encroached upon! This shouldn't be... She shouldn't be immobilized like this! It... it's impossible! Death Bunny was supposed to be another girl to trample over, someone she was supposed to FIGHT! But this wasn't a fight... She was being worn out second by second from this RIDICULOUS woman, being nailed to the floor like she was a rat in a trap! It was like she were the little rodent scrambling against the steel bar that CRUNCHED down upon her neck, barely able to get the slightest amount of meaningful movement... at no small cost.

But this ensnarement was more complicated than a simple mouse-trap... It lead to more pain... Sharper pain... An immanent example being the suplex DB followed up with! She picked up the Juggernaut, her now exhausted, worn form unable to mount any kind of offense before her ear-toting opponent SLAMMED her back down into the mat! The German groaned as now her ribs and spine felt the burn of intense strain as they absorbed the shock of the impact, creating a nice little vest of hot aching across her body, almost artfully following the design of her top. They felt loose... weak... She had been hit harder than she would've ever expected... Death Bunny didn't LOOK tough... She looked... average. She knew her matches said EVERYTHING TO THE CONTRARY but Cicilia knew not how much until she was dropped on her spine... She was slow to rise... pathetically slow. It almost embarrassed her how much this pain held her down... No doubt she would be vulnerable to another attack...

However, if she was allowed to rise on her own, Cicilia would eventually make it back to her feet, raising her open palmed hands up slightly, her chest rising and falling heavier than normal... She didn't have any artful comeback to throw the Bunny's way... nothing that wouldn't be more of a blow to her own ego than it would be to her opponent's... Now she was stuck playing defense, trying to recover from two kinds of damage... What a crock of crap she got herself into...

Different in some ways, but similar in where it mattered...wrangling down Cicilia was no different than restraining a bratty child who was imploding in on herself while in the throes of some rampaging temper tantrum. Shifting, scrambling, snarling, and screaming her lungs out until eventually she would eventually tucker herself out from all of that wasted energy and squirming movement, and probably come to the stark realization that she wasn't going to get what she wanted by acting like a stubborn, braying, jackass. It was a wrestling lesson that D.B. had no qualms with doling out to someone who evidently sorely needed the education given how she kept trying to power her way out of this situation. A strategy that D.B. was sure worked for her in the past...but not this time. Not against someone who was proficient in submissions...and could withstand Cici's rampaging struggles until the mounting pressure on her shoulder blades from the dual armlocks started to take it's toll...

...that, along with NOT breathing right and pacing yourself, led to the Juggernaut being whittled down to a lifeless shell of who she was. D.B. herself still not relenting as she brought her interlocked hands closer together while still seated on Cicilia's laps, at least until she felt she had milked the submission for every second she could maintain it. She than made the transition back up to her feet along with the sagging Juggernaut. As vicious as the Butterfly Lock could potentially be, the accompanying suplex of the same name can be just as much of a shock to the system. The deathly bunny girl bucking backwards with a flexing strain of her thighs to complete the slam and send the rookie flying, D.B. rolling over to climb back to her feet soon after.

"I'm going to take that as a 'yes'..." D.B. grimly uttered after not getting much of an answer from Cicilia, than widely rotating her arm while crinking her neck to both sides. Her bunny-eared shadow encroaching upon the German from behind as her achingly sluggish ascension continued under her own waning will-power. Contrary to popular opinion, defense wasn't always the best offense. Sometimes offense was the best offense. And being this close to Cicilia was as good an opportunity as any to put that theory into practice with the bunny-girl opting not to allow Cici the chance to find her offensive stride again and put D.B. on the defense. D.B. stepped over Cicilia from behind as she slowly shuffled back up to her hands and knees, than being "helped" the rest of the way to her feet by the bunny girl clamping onto her hair from behind. Her other hand grabbing Cicilia's right wrist to tug it behind her shoulder blades in an arm-wrenching hammerlock, with D.B.'s other arm coiling round the German's neck in a sleeperhold. Constricting her airflow and bringing her uncomfortably close to the fluffy-eared bunny reaper behind her and now eerily whispering into her ear.

"Those are some impressive strikes you have there, and you've definitely got a fire in your belly...but the thing about fire is, it can be easily snuffed out...and all you have to do...is take away it's oxygen..."

Cicilia wasn't given any time to get up to her feet as D.B. slipped up behind the juggernaut, giving her the kind and common courtesy to help her up to her feet! She was too weak to resist, her arms too noodle-like to fight back and so... with little difficulty, the rabbit-eared wrestler WRENCHED one of Cicilia's arms up her back in a hammer-lock, her other free arm wrapping around the German's neck in an attempt to cut off the airflow that kept the war-machine alive!

"GGGGKKTH!" The boxer choked, her one unrestrained hand clutching at the vice around her neck, feeling her energy begin to slip away along with her air-supply! She glared over her shoulder at the purple-haired controller, humiliation flashing across her face as she whispered her taunting words in her ear... Her cheeks flared red not least due to the oxygen deprivation as she struggled and gasped against the hold... Until she seemed to stop... Slack... Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, the toxic conditions of an artificial vacuum taking her away into the unconscious...

Suddenly, the Juggernaut's eyes snapped open, that "fire-in-her-belly" Exploding as her second-wind ignited it with force, Cicilia letting out a choked roar of defiance as she leaned forward, against the choke! She bent against the woman that would hold her back, aiming to pull her off the ground behind her as the german's fingers DUG into her arm-flesh, holding her still if she attempted to escape! She didn't want D.B. to let her go now... She would STEAL control from her if she couldn't break free of it! If she managed to rip the Bunny from the ground she stood on, Cicilia would begin to back-pedal... hard... into the turnbuckle behind, leaning back at the last second to more effectively SLAM D.B.'s skull into the corner! At the same time, the German would use the shock of the impact to RIP her arms free... though that wouldn't spare her from a good deal of impact herself... Her shoulder held captive by the long-eared wrestler would've felt a HORRIBLE shock, spraining the muscle and tissue that held it in it's socket, leaving it a burning, twitching mess by the time Cicilia and pried herself free! The agony... and it WAS agony, was like dumping a torch on a fire, adding more pure rage to fuel the Juggernaut's war-path, more guns to make up for the invaluable limb that had just been damaged in the escape...

Should all this come to pass, Cicilia would whirl around, wordlessly grabbing at D.B.'s hair with her good arm, wrenching her head under her arm before SLAMMING her into the mat crown first in a merciless DDT!

THAT would be her answer to the woman's careless taunts, a SMASHING hit that should very well shut her the hell up!

"Easily snuffed out..." Cicilia growled/gasped, clutching at her wounded arm, wincing. "Fuck that! If this is the best you can do, it's a disappointment!"

Bearing down on Cicilia with an arm-wrenching hammerlock, and denying the Juggernaut that precious oxygen to her brain...was essentially a two-pronged assault tailor-made to frazzle and infuriate those of a shorter fuse. Now that D.B. was uncomfortably familiar with what Cicilia's main offensive strategy was, the bunny reaper would begin the process of whittling away at a boxing striker's tool's by working on her shoulder joints and the tendons in her arm. Nothing exponentially crippling, but was only meant to be the beginning appetizer before more fulfilling submissions could be applied.

The rasping breaths and gradual slackening of the shambling Juggernaut did make D.B. wonder if the match would even get that far though. Cicilia once again seemingly not having much of an answer when it came to escaping constricting and debilitating set-ups, and was apparently on her way towards taking an extended vacation to La-La-Land from the telltale fluttering of her eyelids and the sudden sagging of her posture. D.B. wisely opted to not relent in the sleeperhold or hammerlock even in the face of seemingly choking this rampaging rookie out just in case a second wind arise. But even she was starting to feel shreds of disappointment if Cicilia was this easy to-...

*Whoa!!...Dammit...I hate being right all the time...* D.B. thought to herself after being hoisted upon Cicilia's back in a bursting explosion of renewed energy, gritting her teeth with an irritated scowl from suddenly being piggy-backed by the energetic rookie who digging her nails into D.B.'s arm to keep her right where she wanted. The grim reaper having to think on her feet, though not literally given how she was being hauled around upon the Juggernaut's back, and would reaffirm both holds as tightly as she could given that she had little options otherwise. Doing so was also a knee-jerk reaction to suddenly being driven spine first into the nearby turnbuckle with an absurd amount of backpedaling momentum.

It now being D.B.'s turn to go limp from the jarring compression between the turnbuckle and Cicilia, her slightly hunched over posture making it all the easier for Cici to slot her bunny-eared head under her armpit and crown her cranium into the canvas for a jarring DDT. A pained shudder reverberating throughout her body before it flopping to lay sprawled out on her back. Where she remained for several seconds before beginning to eerily and sluggishly shift over back to her hands and knees before attempting to eerily rise back to her feet...her bunny-eared head hung low before she averting her glare upward up at Cicilia while speaking with a grim and macabre tone...

"Ngh...I hear you. But you know what I also hear...I hear the fear in your voice..."

"Oh do shut up." Cicilia growled, cocking back a knee as Death Bunny rose up to her hands and knees. "You're not fucking scary. Look at you; Bunny ears don't make you look intimidating." She would throw her leg forward, slamming her knee into DB's chin, hoping to drop her back down to the ground! "You're not original, either. Do you KNOW how many people I crushed who talked like you?? More than I can fit on one hand!" Should her purple-haired rival fall, Cicilia would raise a boot and STOMP it down upon her spine, taking out her anger on her opponent! DB had asked for it... Talking like a freak. Any moment now she would go into how she knew of Sayumi, how she would hurt her too if this fight didn't keep going. Like a bomb linked to the moving bus... If they stopped for a moment, if she showed an ounce of weakness, her lover would be in danger... She would NOT let that happen! She was going to take her out before she even had the chance to say it... think it if she acted fast enough. One couldn't begin to comprehend how TIRED she was fighting people like this...

Oh, I can sense your feeeeear....

If you don't give me a good fight, bad things will happen...

Watch out Cicilia... you're slipping... Wouldn't want us to seek out other 'patients'.

She just wanted a fight with no damn strings attached. She wanted one where nothing was at stake besides winning or losing! She didn't care if they liked each-other so long as they kept the fight just that: A FIGHT! But no... No, that would've been too much to ask for. TOO MUCH! Just like how it'd be too much to be left alone!

Cicilia lifted her foot up again before SLAMMING it down on Death Bunny's spine again.

It's TOO MUCH to ask that her social life and her work life remain separate!

*STOMP*

It's TOO DAMN MUCH TO ASK THAT PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE. HER. ALONE!

*STOMP, STOMP, STOMP*

Her breaths were heavy, but her anger never died down. D.B. could've kept this nothing more than a match but she had to attack her personally... Now she would pay for it... Pay for it and then some.

Sort of like when taking a few steps back to widen the borders of a photograph, D.B. was starting to get the big picture when it came to understanding just what the hell the deal was with this unrepentant brawler who came out of the gate swinging for the fences. It just might have been nice to come to this revelation without getting clocked in the chin before she could even get another word in edge-wise, the knee strike sending her teetering back down to the canvas with a sore jaw and rattled senses. Twisting over to lay on her front side meant that Cicilia would have a field day stomping down on the bunny girl's spine, each one making her jolt and spasm and keeping her flattened down to the canvas...but not illicit a word of anguish from D.B. as she endured the brunt of it all.

Wherever all this pent rage was coming from, it looked like D.B. was the one she was choosing to vent it all out open. Luckily D.B. had the battle-hardened endurance to shoulder it all and then some, so she absorbed every flailing blow and demeaning commentary with a sullen silence until the pin-stripped official did her due diligence by attempting to get between Cici and her stomping barrage. D.B. being close to the ropes meant that one errant hand grasping onto the bottom rope indicated that a separation was needed. The bunny girl using that grip to aid in her groggy ascension...arching her back while having one of her gloved hands rub the back of her neck...

"Ngh...Think I'm starting to get it now. You ever stopped to wonder...why you seem to attract people like us? I can break it down for you, if you want. It's cause...you're no different from us...and cause getting a rise out of is just...so...much...fun....." D.B. eerily stated while turning to face Cicilia, a ghastly emptiness to her iris' and the creeping foundation of a smirk on her lips.

Cicilia's stomp-fest was promptly interupted by the ref, actually having to SHOVE the Juggernaut back with a great deal of strength to get her to acknowledge her presence! Even as the girl in stripes chewed her out, the German only glared with a burning blaze at her purple haired opponent, not feeling the least bit remorse as she struggled back up! She deserved every last boot, every last stomp, every break to her stupid fucking body... And she only kept speaking. The German's eyes FLARED as if infernos lit behind the glass of her irises, Death Bunny's words but gasoline on the flames.

"You're a fucking idiot..." Cicilia concluded in disbelief. "Do you THINK I like hurting people!? Do I go out of my way to threaten someone's family and hold them hostage? What do you think I am, you crazy half-rodent!? All I want is to fight people! All I want is to be a better fighter but people like you JUST... CAN'T... LET... ME... BE!"

Cicilia was starting to regret having chosen this woman to be her opponent. Yeah, she fought well but she never WANTED an analysis of her being by the woman she was supposed to punch! Simple fights seemed rare in AFW... They all had to be personal, filled with conversation and other BS. Was it SO MUCH to ask for so little!? Sometimes she hated her life... Everything was always so complicated, filled with strings and tags... She wanted a match? She would get a special little mental analysis... one that put her on the same plane as the women who would drag Sayumi into her GRAVE!

...That shook the Juggernaut... More than she would ever admit.

"...Fuck you." Was all she could say to that, her hatred cooling into sharp obsidian... something rarely seen in the juggernaut. Her glare almost mirrored DB's but there was no mistake her hatred was alive... It had far more presence than the empty, corpse-like glare her opponent possessed. "I'm NOT like you..."

D.B. wondered if Cicilia realized just how much of a walking/talking contradiction she was. The infuriated juggernaut needing to be physically restrained from outright stomping a mudhole into her opponent while in the same instance professing her disdain for inflicting pain upon others. It all just seemed like a bad joke that D.B. couldn't help but grin menacingly at, the macabre bunny girl still massaging the back of her neck with that hollow emptiness in her eyes. This Cicilia person was bursting to the seems with so much pent-up frustration that the weakest of embers could ignite that temper of hers.

Which D.B. guesses may have been well-warranted, given the sparse clues Cicilia was willingly giving her about her past. In particular the bits about threatening her loved ones and keeping them hostage. These were commonplace tactics that were utilized all the time back in her more infamous days as an underground fighting queen. They weren't allowed under her authority, but other street gangs held no such honorary compulsion. But the puzzle pieces were coming together...and D.B. was understanding Cici more and more because of it. The bunny-eared reaper rotating her shoulders with a groan before beginning to stroll in Cici's direction, fists clenched and the referee knowing when to make her presence unnoticed and having long since scurried out of the way by now...

"...And that, right there...is why you'll never be the better fighter...you smug cunt." D.B.'s grimacing scowl darkening into something resembling malice personified as her leisurely steps picked up in velocity as her posture lowered. The charging tackle D.B. was attempting would have her shoulder ramming into Cicilia's gut while she clamped onto the back of her opponent's thighs, gnashing her teeth all the way towards hauling her up and ramming her into the corner turnbuckle with immense brute force behind it.

Those stomps were meant to keep her down. DB wasn't supposed to stand up after taking those hits... A weaker woman wouldn't have... She would have laid there, weak and helpless, ready to be finished off but this rabbit just wouldn't stay down! She refused! Someone sadistic would've relished this, smiling with a warped, delusional glee. They would've dove right back in, their claws grabbing, teeth gnashing for more pain and suffering to go around but NOT Cicilia... She wasn't like that... She wanted DB DOWN! Beaten! The sooner she had her defeated, the sooner she could feel justified in everything she'd said! Fighting wasn't about hurting... it was about beating. Defeating one's opponent is the ONLY objective and this was a game with a time-limit. A very SHORT time limit. Everyone had their own reasons for fighting. For some, it WAS the pain caused by slamming their body against another's. For some it was the rush of battle... Others had points to make, messages to send...

Cicilia was very much the latter. Even though she craved an existence where she didn't have to keep delivering them, where everyone just GOT that she wasn't someone to fuck with... she kept doing her job nonetheless. She had someone to protect, someone she cherished perhaps to an unhealthy degree. Sayumi was the only font of love she could ever remember having and now was the only one she had... Her blood-family despised her, Friends were sparse... Her sweet little lavender was the only person who brought a smile into their home every day, who helped relieve her tension after a day of vicious battle, who cared about and loved her... who returned her love in kind. She kept her together... gave her a reason to wake up even somewhat positive. She held her closer to her heart than even her career as a fighter.

...And it was also why she became a monster whenever someone dares even to IMPLY that they would take action against her. DB seemed to do this carelessly... While she never spoke her name directly (as Cicilia had not given her name), the rabbit only remarked that it was this that would keep her below the rest of her kind... Her compassion, her strength and her chains. DB walked straight up to Cicilia, leisurely as if her ribs hadn't been kicked in a moment ago. Insults meant nothing to the Juggernaut... but it was DB's response that cut her...

"Never be better...?" Cicilia repeated, her fingers curling into fists. "Go jump of the rafters! I'm fucking done with this. Just fight me for the love of- RRRRUUUGH!" The Juggernaut had forgotten just how fast DB could get... The insidious little freak had tricked her! By moving in so close so non-aggressively, she had managed to slip WELL inside the slower, stronger woman's defensive area, making her defense against DB's tackle completely impossible! Like an arrow striking her from out of the blue, DB HAMMERED her shoulder into the Juggernaut's gut, taking the wind out of her! Now, she may have been able to stop her, perhaps dug in her feet and ground to a hault... If she could USE her legs in the first place but the rabbit had thought of that too! Scooping up the Boxer's legs, she CARRIED the Juggernaut ALL the way back to the other side of the ring, SLAMMING her into the turnbuckle... unfamiliar from this angle... Cicilia liked to think she knew the corners of the ring what with how many women she had trapped there... It felt odd to say the least feeling trapped between it's walls.

"GAAAK!" She coughed as she was speared between the turnbuckle and DB, a small glob of spit erupting from her lips... Her lungs were empty, her abs... aching deep into her guts. It almost felt like she'd been stabbed! and she knew what that felt like.

"...G.....G-get OFF me you... bitch..." She gasped, raising and blow over her head and SLAMMING it down hard on DB's spine!

D.B.'s cryptic last words seemed to be open for interpretation, though that meant they were open for misinterpretation as well. Anyone certifiably insane enough to do what they do for a living has no hope in hell of becoming anything more than a weak-kneed pushover if they don't eventually come to grips with themselves first. This Cicilia person had more issues than a comic-book store, which meant that she was easily baited, frazzled, and distracted when it came to anyone with even the slimmest modicum of training in psychological warfare. And this was only one of the faults D.B. had discovered with this loon's mindset. The contradictions and discrepancies were off the chart with this boxing cutthroat, but by now, D.B. came to the realization that she would have better luck having a conversation with a wall than getting through to this rage-infested delinquent.

Whatever type of planet she was on, it was one where she alone occupied it and any attempt to make a landing was met with frothing enmity. At least when it came to the macabre bunny girl staring her down. For some weird reason, Cicilia was projecting all of her life's woes onto D.B. as if she had been the one to threaten her girlfriend, or kidnap her girlfriend, or whatever the hell she was moaning on about. Which was, again...not her style. But explaining herself any more would just be an exercise in futility, since, as the supposed Juggernaut so eloquently and repeatedly emphasized...she just wanted to fight. And D.B. had been stirring for one herself. She restrained herself for now, but all the shit-talking about her bunny ears and her unoriginality were all being tallied on a chalkboard in her mind. Adding up the number of black and blue bruises, bloodied noses, screams of blood-curdling pain, etc...that Cicilia now officially owed the grim bunny reaper who decided that now was the time to start collecting.

The bull-charging tackle ended with D.B. plowing her shoulder into Cicilia's abdomen with enough force to shake their side of the ring after having literally carried halfway across the ring. She felt the sputtering convulsions of Cici's stomach struggling to get air back in her lungs as her backside settled atop the middle turnbuckle, but soon they were accompanied with strike after pounding strike being waylayed against D.B.'s back. D.B. jerked and shuddered with each thudding collision, even collapsing to one knee before gnashing her teeth and lowering her hands to clamp onto Cici's ankles. Hauling Cici off of her feet by affixing both of her ankles under the bunny girl's armpits, both of the hardcore brawlers would find themselves in the center of the ring once again. Only with Cicilia being dragged there against her will by her ankles before having both legs elevated high into the air in a V-shape. The callous indifference in D.B.'s eyes meant that she wouldn't feel anything about doing what comes next, but Cici might. Especially once the bunny girl raises her boot up and STOMPS it down into the crotch of the flailing Juggernaut.