Cicilia De'Reighnhardt vs Death Bunny!

Cicilia bashed DB's face into bloody mush... or tried to with her hammer-like blows, beating blood and spit out of the rabbit's lips as she lay there passively, too weak to do a damn thing. She got what she deserved... or was getting it. This was only a taste of what this woman had coming... Eventually, the Boxer's wounded arm forced her to stop her onslaught, the German pushing herself back up on her aching throbbing legs as she clutched at her shoulder, hissing in agony... God, it burned... The muscles were really starting to burn now around the shoulder-joint, as if there were a thorny wreath wrapped around it, sharp spines digging into her flesh... Damn her... Damn her for making her feel this...

This was to say nothing of her legs which were still recovering from the brutal WRENCHING DB had so kindly bestowed upon her... They were about the same... if slightly more functional. Fucking hell, she only had one uninjured arm... How the HELL was she going to fight like this!?

"Fucking hell..." She groaned under her breath as her body threatened to betray her, to take control itself and force her into an immobile state for healing... It THREATENED to do that but Cicilia had a ways of blocking out their arguments... Mental blocks to be exact, gates of sorts that helped her ignore various levels of pain. Normal folks came into the world with such things, able to resist scratches, bruises or even sprains for a time. It was truly these that made up half of the Boxer's legendary tenaciousness. She had worked on these walls... honed them through the torture that was her fights with her sibling and had been rewarded with whole new LEVELS of pain-tolerance! Her sheer will fueled her just as much as biological drives.

The German stared down at DB, her face now stained with her own blood... Seeing her in pain didn't bring Cicilia any satisfaction... that confused her... Why? This bitch had this coming too her and it should've been her pleasure to carry out this delivery of justice but... this minor victory felt hollow... Could it have been... she didn't really want to HURT her?

Bah. What utter idiocy. This was a no-holds-barred fight! She had no choice no matter what stupid feelings she had. The Juggernaut would reach down with her good arm. grabbing the rabbit's throat and jerking her up to her feet before SLAMMING her against the rim of the ring, pushing her forward harder and harder, bending her back against the sharp edge of the ringside as her fingers dug into her throat.

Critiquing of Cicilia's rage-infested mental state was going to have be put on the back-burner for the time being. Especially since is was opportunities like these where an unquenchable berserk state would come in handy. Like when you were straddling someone you despised who was currently incapable of putting much of a defense. The world around D.B. just became that much more fuzzier with every head rattling fist jerking her head to the side, a spasmodic twitch of her legs accompanying each one as the bunny reaper was almost quite literally pounded into the ground. The bewitching spiral of the roof-lights above began what would best be described as a synchronous and mesmerizing ballet of spinning rotations with no music or sound at all to accompany it. Aside from the warbled crowed reactions that were only now coming back into a more concentrated focus once Cici's arm got tired and the German relented to now stand and tower over her.

For now...D.B. kinda decided it was in her best interest to stay put. Not that she had much choice in the matter as she remained spread-eagled with bloody trails running down her nose and out the corner of her panting mouth. Breathing hoarsely with her eyes shut to the world...D.B. almost lamented it was over. Cicilia had just unleashed what was probably only a slim modicum of the fire in her soul. For only the briefest of moment's, D.B. had been the recipient of all of that traumatic and tortured anguish D.B. had sensed in her ever since Cici first started incessantly ranting to her. Were D.B. quite capable of forming cogent sentences, she would offer kudos to the battle-hardened striker for bringing such a fearsome fight to her, and how she wanted to feel more that this bitch had to offer.

A request that D.B. must have sent Cicilia telepathically since soon afterwards she felt her throat grasped, some chortling breaths being gasped out as she scrapped her feet against floor while being hoisted up. Bunny scrunched her face with her mouth agape in silenced anguish, a thin trail of saliva trailing down her mouth as she clamped onto Cici's arms and felt their breasts be compressed together. Seeing anyone being strangled is a stomach-churning sight, one that even had the referee badgering Cici to stop from inside the ring. But even with precious air being choked out of her...the subtlest of smirks began creeping across D.B.'s wheezing mouth...

The ref demanded that Cicilia back off, that she stop strangling her opponent but rules didn't matter here... All the power that person held was to count the seconds DB would be lying defeated on the floor... She couldn't be disqualified, she couldn't be reprimanded. She was free to thoroughly crush this rabbit into bloody paste. The Irish wrestler latched onto Cici's arm, pulling herself closer as their breasts compressed against one another. Cici looked into her opponent's dead, hollow eyes, the searing hellscape to her barren tundra. Was... Was she smiling...? The German genuinely stopped her attack for a moment, shocked by this expression. Here she was, DB bleeding and weak with a hand threatening to crush her windpipe and all she could do was... grin...?

Suddenly, Cicilia would lash out with a knee to the rabbit's gut, digging it deep into her stomach should it connect. Without a word, she would drag Death Bunny along the sharp edge of the ring as the two of them moved to the metal steps, Cicilia's hand shifting from the leash around her throat to a clamp digging into the back of her neck! She imagined her fingers act like the claws of a machine, easily able to dig in through the flesh and around her spine, a grip firm enough to threaten DB's life... That's the way she felt anyway... and it felt good... Powerful. In control. It helped breath some life back into these wounded limbs of hers.

Cicilia didn't say a word as she moved to SLAM DB's skull into the sharp, cold edge of the steps that'd lead up the turnbuckle. Cicilia didn't say a word the whole time, nothing but the soft crackling of the flames of her rage could be heard as she bashed the rabbit's head upon the edged metal. She was determined to make sure that DB couldn't get up after this. Her arm was starting to lock up again, her legs getting weaker by the minute... Any second, she felt like she was going to fall to her knees and...

Not yet... NOT YET, DAMN IT!

She could still fight! She just... had to maintain... control!

For someone who seemed to decry and wholeheartedly attempt to distance herself from the likes of the maddened harlequin Alexia and even D.B. herself, Cicilia certainly seemed to have quite a knack for employing the same level of feral aggression that they would normally bring to the table in fights like these. Cleaning her clock with a hidden knuckle duster and choking the shit out off your opponent with your bare hands just reminded D.B. so much of Alexia that she just thought it quite comical that Cicilia took such great offense to being compared to someone like her. When in fact, Cicilia probably would not have even emerged victorious over the psychopathic jester had she not brought that same killer instinct to the fight with her. That bit of dark humor just sort of coming to D.B. in the middle of being strangled and having her windpipe pinched in...

Having Cicilia's knee ruthlessly plowed into her abdomen did indeed wipe that morose smirk off of her face, as well as drive whatever air was left into her lungs into the atmosphere as the bunny girl went into coughing spasms before being dragged along the ringside canvas. The escorting tug was hell on her clamped on neck, and quite frankly made her feel like a house-cat being disciplined by tugging on the scruff of their neck, but at the very least it gave her the precious opportunity to settle down her chortled breathing in the brief span of time it took to get wherever they were going.

D.B. regrettably getting that answer in the form of having her bunny-eared shredded against the side razor sharp steel-steps, the clanging reverberations and D.B.'s own visceral groan echoing throughout as the bunny girl took a knee besides the sharpened metal steps. The throbbing point of impact on her forehead being clamped onto by her gloved hand, the gash left over already bringing a reddish hue to her panting face. Her other arm propped up against the middle step as the bunny girl breathed the fire out of lungs...with the side of her face eerily regaining the darkened smirk of hers...

It never took an insane freak to be a feral fighter... One didn't need to enjoy breaking someone down physically... emotionally... to be able to destroy them. She didn't like that he was this way... She didn't enjoy being possessed by hatred and rage to find the strength to stand up for herself, to gain a solid edge against her opponents. She hated women who abused others, hurt them in more ways than one can in a fight... Anyone who did these things were monsters...

Cicilia was no monster.

A freak grinned when they were in pain, blood coming out their nose, spilling over their lips, through gashes in their fair skin. Even though the Juggernaut thoroughly beat the most obvious one off DB's lips, even as she knelt by the steel stairs, the rabbit's eyes still held that inhuman smile that sent shivers up the spine of lesser women. Slowly, her lips followed, much to the German's distaste, the boxer's sanguine eyes looking over her opponent's features...

She looked as if she were the victim in a slasher movie, all too real blood pouring from her broken and battered face, almost as if her attacker had some kind of agenda. With how busted up her face was, how twisted her rabbit ears now were with their confrontation with the metal steps, DB looked as if she was smacked in the face with a baseball bat!... And yet, she still smiled...

"The hell are you smiling for...?" The German huffed heavily, her frown burrowing deeper and deeper into her expression... That god-damned creepy-ass manic grin that belonged only to those that enjoyed their suffering, that it was all worth it for one way or another. Fucking Alexia.... Fucking Margaux... They all smiled that way! THEY NEVER STOPPED SMILING! The German's muscles twitched along her arms and legs as signals her conscious mind wasn't even aware of demanded she break her apart! It was only by Cicilia's personal willpower she stayed put. She just... observed the warped figure that was a woman she wanted to best, a disgusting reflection of what could have been a decent person...

...It scared her...

Cicilia would never admit it or anything nor would she be aware of it possibly seeing as the cold hand of fear was often absorbed into her hate but still... Even with the flames around it burning at a million degrees... that fear still existed... That fear of that damn, crazy grin. Why did it scare her so much...? Because deep down... it would be so easy to like hurting people... to draw strength from it... She was afraid that she was close to turning into... one of them... That DB was right in her earlier assessment...

Up till now, D.B. was actually finding many elements of this bout grimly humorous. Sometimes finding cynical humor in a dire situation was the most effective manner of maintaining your sanity and keeping a level head under pressure. And getting your head caved in with a knuckle duster before being reminded of the necessity of oxygen to live, both qualified for her as dire situations. But throughout it all, D.B. never betrayed herself and morosely smiled while enduring the worst of Cicilia's wrathful pummeling. Culminating with the German smacking her head off the side of the steel steps with the sickening repercussion of skull on steel.

One of her fluffy bunny-ears was now drooping downwards at an angle as if to demonstrate her banged up state, though that was easy enough to parse together considering her ragged breathing, kneeling posture, and newly bloodied forehead. Though this wasn't a gash formed solely of Ciclia's intentions, but was in fact a re-opening of the exact same head wound D.B. suffered at the hands of Alexia, specifically when the maddened harlequin took a barbed-wire bat to her head before just chomping down herself on it....the dark humor just kept on coming....but it wasn't the reason DB was smiling this time. Her warbled senses making out Cicilia's justified question, with the bunny girl beginning to speak without turning her head to address Cici just yet, though she was attempting to lethargically find her footing again by pushing herself off of the steel steps with her other gloved hand.

"The...bigger question is...why aren't you? This is it...This is the struggle...This is the flickering flame in the darkness that staves off death, the inevitable..." D.B. muttered out during her lethargic ascension, flinching and grimacing at times as the warbled disorientation that came with getting her head rocked like that started to clear up some. "What you and I just did....*cough*....that, was a bonding experience. Accepting all your unbridled rage like that...it was an honor, for me to alleviate some of that burden. This...This challenge...This is the time of my life. But...it's not why I was smiling...*cough*..." D.B. coughed out before sagging, slowly lowering her hand from her face before eerily turning to face Ceci with her smile having been well and truly erased form her bloodied scowl. A sudden darting charge towards towards Cicilia taking place before the undead rabbit would attempt to drive her brass knuckled fist into Cici's stomach...


"...it's cause I found the brass knux you threw away."

Cicilia froze, her entire grim grin shifting into an expression of confusion... What...? She was what...? DB began to inquire why the German wasn't smiling as she was, reminding her that this was some kind of flame flickering bull-crap that staved off the darkness. That didn't do so much for her, the rabbit probably anticipating Cicilia cared for her metaphors or whatever. No... That phrasing meant nothing to her. "Fight off the inevitable?" What the hell was she talking about...? Before the German could brush her off and continue beating her into blood-stained dust, she continued, stating that the beating she had taken... It was some kind of HONOR to her! She felt it was a good thing to take some of that rage off her shoulders... some how!

Cicilia blinked, unsure of what to think or say... This was what DB wanted...? She LIKED getting the shit kicked out of her and for what... To act as some kind of therapy sesh for Cici? It would've been so easy to call her a fucking freak... DAMNED easy really. She sounded like one for sure, granted with a tiny bit of softness to go with all those twisted words. Instead of a crazy laugh and some kind of warped, upside-down grin that inspired nothing but distaste and fear, DB explained her apparent madness, trying to pass it off as some kind of gift...?

And that brought up ANOTHER thing: Was she letting herself get hit...? This whole big counter attack Cicilia had been mounting was allowed to happen based of DB's apparent need to be the medium of Cicilia's catharsis!? Her first reaction was to get mad... Fucking bitch was holding back, letting herself get hit out of FUCKING PITY! Her second reaction was... guilt...? It was something like that for being so angry at her only now figuring out what her motives actually were from the start. Her third reaction was... disgust, though it was much weaker than the other two. Her means of helping were perverse... No one should let themselves be beaten like this no matter WHAT the reason! It felt wrong... especially if one enjoyed it! She had no idea what to feel about this chick now... She still wanted to beat her, that's for sure but was she MAD at her...?

"I..." Cici began only for a familiar knuckle-duster to DRILL Into her abs, forcing the German to double over the fist that drove it, coughing heavily as all the air seemed to... disappear from her lungs! DB leaned in, noting that the true reason she was smiling was that she had gotten her hands on the weapon the Juggernaut had beaten her down with before...

"G....ggh...." Cicilia moaned, weakly grabbing at her opponent's shoulder with one hand for support while the other grabbed at DB's attacking arm.... "...F....ucking.... figures...."

D.B.'s virtuous yet incredibly barbaric reasoning's for stepping into this ring were distinctly her own. Comprehending them off the bat was a nigh impossibility for anyone hearing them for the first time, especially considering that she felt she never could quite articulate it well. It was akin to an insatiable thirst for violence and it's bloody spectacle that fueled her very essence. Much like Cicilia's previous two dance partners, Margaux and Alexia. But unlike them, D.B. had channeled it into something more akin to warrior's pride, and the appreciation of the challenge they offered eachother. Unlike when she wrangled with Alexia, D.B. didn't feel pure wrath and sadistic malice when getting worked over by Cicilia. Alexia's reckless brawling made it seem like she was fighting to die...but Cicilia seemed to be fighting for her life, or rather....fighting to live...

....D.B. knew she sucked at explaining it.

But whatever. Cicilia asked a relatively simple question that she didn't know would have both a complicated answer, and an unbelievably painful one. The bunny reaper having come across the knuckle duster in question after dropping to her knee beside the ring steps. She felt it on the floor, and swiftly picked it up and concealed it by propping her hand on the top step after picking it up. Props to Cicilia for giving D.B. the bright idea to conceal it until the very last second. Nothing feeling quite as cathartic as feeling Cicilia's gut crumble inward with that chortled rasping for air. D.B. gave her the answer to her question, she never said Cici was going to enjoy the answer.  

"I hope the answer was to your satisfaction..." D.B. morosely stated into Cici's ear before dislodging her fist from her breadbasket, and removing the brass knuckles before flinging it into the audience for a rather unique souvenir for one lucky fan. D.B. wasn't going to make the same mistake and have the thing come back into play once more, and besides, now they were even. Demonstrating more of that brawling honor she alluded to...well, that was the honor part. Now it was time to get back to the brawling part. The bunny reaper adopting a boxing stance with adjusted foot work and her arms tucked in. Her aching head still giving her issues, but nothing she couldn't fight through for now. A menacing glare adopted as she breathed heavily through her nostrils as if she were a disgruntled bull, which she would begin to attack like. Stomping forward with her left arm arched back for two attempted walloping gut strikes towards Cici's already tenderized abdomen, followed up with a destructive right hook aiming to imprint itself against her cheek.

Cicilia gritted her teeth and stood her ground, resisting every erg in her weakened legs to collapse there on the ground! Boy, she hadn't felt this weak after taking a hit since Elfrida... That... that was impressive. She couldn't remember a single time since coming to the AFW where any single hit made her want to kneel there on the floor like a weakling, clutching at her belly as she desperately tried to refill her lungs. She had grown accustomed to a sense of power around her, an expectation that she could take anything and punch back twice as hard! That blow to her stomach just then? It undid a lot of that...

"...Yeah..." She grunted heavily, her jaw clenched in pain. "It was fine."

The the discarding of the brass knuckles (no doubt going to some lucky idiot that wanted it signed afterwords), Death Bunny decided to mimic the boxer, take on her style and fight her on her own terms! Cicilia looked at her like she was crazy, staring at the stance she took, how... actually solid it was. So... She wanted to take on a professional boxer at HER sport? She didn't know anything about DB's past or what kind of training she actually had in this art of fighting but who even gave a damn!? She still didn't like her... She was creepy, dark, arrogant and frustratingly sharp in her remarks. She wore stupid rabbit ears on her head and liked to be a punching bag to help out random strangers...

But she could notice a small code of honor there... Even if it was only now making itself known. She could respect THAT.

Cicilia was having a hard time coping with that brass-knuckle blow. As any boxer knew, sometimes blows to the gut were more devastating than any hit to the head. Brass knuckles on top of a strong hit...? After this fight the juggernaut was gonna need to be off her feet for a few days... Still, she raised her own fists in her orthadox stance, her sanguine eyes glaring darkly at her opponent as the two women close in on each-other, ready to pound the other into oblivion!

DB was on the attack first, striking hard at her belly in an attempt to capitalize on her weakness! Predictable and easy to defend against... Well... Perhaps "Simple" would have been a better word. Easy was DEFINITELY not the correct phrase... Why? Well because 3/4 of Cicilia's total limbs have been severely strained by Death Bunny's previous holds, making them slow to respond and AGONIZINGLY RESPONSIVE TO HOSTILE IMPACTS! The German, nonetheless defended herself as best as she possibly could, her arms shooting down to defend her stomach as the rabbit's fists hammered into them like the mallets from hell!

And that wasn't even the end of it... A warrior's fist DRILLED into the German's cheek, taking advantage of where her guard was focused! Cicilia's eyes dulled for a second, her thoughts scrambled... Even after her opponent's knuckles left her cheek, the intentions remained as a reminder of their presence...

"GGNNGH!..." Cicilia growled, Stamping a foot HARD into the ground to solidify her position! Suddenly, she came back with her own offense, swinging a blistering uppercut up towards DB's jaw before swinging her other arm around in a hook aimed at her ribs!

After having triggered that carnivorous hunger for cold-blooded combat inside of her, D.B. was now operating on an entirely different mental wavelength. Normally one to remain strategically calculating in order to parse out an opponent's weakness and exploit them to her own benefit, her intentions had drastically shifted to make this struggle last into the night if possible. This match exemplified the type of raw challenge that her underground criminal empire no longer afforded her. The bloodstained throne she sat upon elevating her beyond none but the most impudent and boastful of challengers. Those who were made an example of, and by extension, scare off anyone else willing to step up to her. AFW occasionally satiating this hunger of hers, but the occasions were still so rare whenever she found herself genuinely backed into a corner. Yes....she wanted to make this glorious occasion last as long as possible.

Her and Cicilia seemed come to a rather unconventional understanding of one another...one acknowledged through shared fist as well as shared words. But through that, it was readily apparent that Ciciia's skills were centered on her walloping strikes. So...D.B. opted to switch up her tempo, and play this game more on Cicilia's level. Perhaps not the wisest strategy considering her proficiency in boxing, but there was no doubt this was how she could pull the biggest fight out of the Juggernaut. Plus, the prospect of beating Cicilia at her own game was as definitive a way she could think of to humble the rookie slugger and make her win that much more of a seething memory branded upon her for life.

Two consecutive gut punches may as well have screamed D.B.'s intended target for this little slug fest of theirs, the bunny girl knowing full well that she created a weakness. An opening for her to exploit thanks to that stomach-churning strike with those brass knux, all capped off with a right hook twisting Cici's head to the side. But the same adrenaline rush coursing through D.B.'s veins apparently started to go into high gear for Cici as well, a stiff uppercut to the base of jaw having her teeth gnash from the impact that had her staggering back and wincing up at the ceiling. It reignited old head trauma and put her in sort of a defenseless wobble before the side-winding hook into her ribs accompanied that pain.

She swayed before hunching over herself with one leg extended behind her as steady leverage to remain vertical, breathing rasping air before shooting out her free hand to catch the arm Cicilia has just embedded into her ribs. Intertwining it with her own to give Cici one less arm to block D.B.'s next attempted gut-punch, brought with teeth-gnashing ferocity and an immediate need to shove Cici backward to make some space between the two. The blood dripping from her forehead making it’s presence known by distorting her vision and giving it a reddish hue. D.B. back pedaling until she laid against the fan barricade, slouched in a groaning daze and holding the side of her bunny eared head while wiping whatever blood she could out of her eyes.