Fight To Protect The One You Love! Juno Sawyer vs Cicilia De’Reignhardt

It was as if the more rage Cicilia pushed against the static void, the colder and more hellish the arena became. The glare, the power, the beastlike transformation Cicilia had gone through that would have taken anyone back was slowing being eaten away by the Nurse’s void. The pressure was still weak, the German girl still so fresh in her anger, but the static was eating away at the proverbial flames, swallowing almost as much as she produced and growing hungrier with each passing second.  

Would the German be able to continue staring at those eyes? Why were they watching her like that? Like she wasn’t human? They were so empty, yet so hateful…so pleasant, and yet…

So Very Hungry.

The Nurse did not look fazed by Cicilia’s newfound strength. In fact, she looked almost elated, her thin smile simply growing and falling into a fit of quiet giggling. Her snickers were like those of a doll, so high pitched and sweet, once again clashing with the stabbing icicles that was the usual Juno’s voice and tone. Her movements spoke of her desire for her, and were sure, and so very quick. She had no hesitation in attacking the rampaging monster the boxer had become, like an inhuman spirit that felt nothing for its haunted victim. The referee seemed to shrink back, forced to endure to unbearable hells at the same time with only her training to help her survive. It was as if she was stuck between the time form before the earth came to be and after it was burning to ash.

The knee strikes smashed bone into muscle, the Nurse smiling down at Cicila without so much as a noise of exertion as the impact traveled down Cicilia’s body and shook the ring. They had both ran towards one another, but Juno had always been faster than the German, so the Nurse easily got her attack in with blinding speed. The smile only grew further when the boxer managed to raise her arms in time to block her offense and quickly throw a violent backhanded fist towards the Nurse’s face. The Nurse’s eyes noticeably widened, though it seemed more out of curiosity rather than any fear. The fist impacted heavily on her frame, spinning the smiling woman around in a violent show of power…until the Nurse spun right back around, her arms falling from the defensive position around her face, and her legs straightening into a proper stance. She had intentionally spun herself in order to mitigate a portion of the force from Cicilia’s ungodly back hand, keeping herself from getting tossed like a ragdoll had she taken the blow head on. There was a bright red mark on her pale skin, and though it seemed to instantly bruise, the nurse hardly showed any real discomfort.

“Ahh, you did that before, didn’t you?~” The Nurse acted like Cicilia just performed an amazing magic trick, clapping he hands quietly, applauding her foe. “Back at the gym? I think that was the decisive blow that gave you just enough time to deliver that final gut punch! How nostalgic…she was so cute back then.”

As she spoke, she was already on the move with her next attack, bursting forward until he was right up in Cicilia’s face, so close that they looked it seemed as if the Nurse was moving for a kiss, until she suddenly disappeared. She had pulled something of a feint, and was in the process of wrapping her arms around Cicilia’s leg, looking to quickly lift it up and tackled the German to the ground. Juno had proven that the floor was where her specialty lies, and now the Nurse seemed eager to show Cicilia her prowess once again. If she was able to topple over the German Juggernaut, the Nurse would immediately go about preparing for a Kneebar submission hold, working Cicilia’s leg over like never before.

Cicilia didn't respond to Juno's demented mind-games, her words rolling off her back meaninglessly as the German just kept coming. Whatever she had to say, disturbed or not, was left unheard by the boxer, the only sound reaching her brain being the crackles of the flames that consumed her every thought. The German moved in on Juno before she could even complete her sentence, her hands shooting out to grab either side of the nurse's head, WRENCHING it HARD to the side in an effort to drag the woman towards the nearest turnbuckle! All the while, her grip would tighten and BITE down on the skull within their grasp, as if they were designed for the sole purpose of opening up a human skull like a nut-cracker!

The momentum of the creature that came for Juno was unstoppable... devastating, but utterly wild and undisciplined... It was as if every step she made, every punch she threw tore up everything possible to get at it's target... and tear her up like the rest... From the German's mouth came a seething hiss with each breath, air passing between her bared, clenched teeth as she pressed harder and harder her hands together, trying to force them through Juno's little head and silence that woman for good... Each impulsive action fed the next, her fire rolling like a snowball down a hill, growing bigger and more uncontrollable, nearing it's climax each and every time!

...an ugly, corrupt climax...

...If all this came to pass, the Juggernaut would drag Juno over to the nearest corner and, with all the mercy of a charging beast... would THROW the woman HARD into the turnbuckle, the impact shaking all nearby construction beit the ropes, floor, and steel pole!

Even the Nurse’s smile disappeared as Cicilia rushed at her like a demon escaping hell. She never considered herself the type to underestimate an opponent, but the boxer was moving faster than she had ever seen before. Every step she took was closer to a stomp, making the inside of the ring shake and creak like there was a stampede heading straight for the Nurse, who had just realized she had been reminiscing too much and wasted perfectly good time. Time Cicilia happily took advantage of.

As soon as Cicilia grabbed the Nurse’s head, her gloved hands shot up and snatched at the boxers Pinky fingers, pulling them park far enough to not only cause severe damage, but also to the point where any sudden moves from either of them had the chance of breaking them. That severe pain did not seem to stop Cicilia in the slightest, her hellfire fury jumping straight into the middle of the Nurse’s void and creating an “eye of the storm”, leaving the Nurse to bathe in Cicilia’s fire, away from her cold void.

Besides the constant twisting of the boxer’s fingers, the Nurse was completely compliant with her opponents’ movements. If Cicilia twisted her head to the right violently, the Nurse’s body followed just as fast, as if trying to lessen any damage she might suffer to the neck. The woman made no noise while trapped in the crushing grip, focused on moving her body along with her head to mitigate as much damage as possible.

Due to the lack of resistance, Cicilia was easily able to toss the Nurse into the turnbuckle, with the sound ringing out through the entire arena. The Nurse’s eye could be seen only faintly mid-throw, looking off into whatever direction with a thousand-yard stare, her face a blank mask. When she impacted against the corner, she dropped like a pair of used clothes, crumpling to the ground in a small heap noiselessly. If, by some miracle, Cicilia granted her the mercy of time, it would take her a moment or so to get back up to her knees…otherwise, she was ripe for whatever plans the boxer had next.

The Nurse’s eyes remained open and creepily alert the whole time. They were not looking at the boxer, or anything really. It seemed the Nurse was simply watching and waiting. Her void-like aura seemed to be dissipating, but only for the moment. The Nurse’s lingering effects stull clung to the ring like a bad smell, circling the two fighters and the poor referee that avoided them.

The pain Juno inflicted by prying at Cicilia's fingers were quickly absorbed and converted into fuel for her anger, only making the Juggernaut more and more angry and vicious! These little stings... Who did Juno think she was, assuming that such minor acts could hope to stop someone like her!? Cicilia knew pain... She was beaten, stabbed, bones broken, skin lacerated, gone into shock more times than she cared to remember... Bending back her fingers? Annoyances compared to the agony she'd suffered over and over again...

Juno was smart enough to go with the flow and not fight against Cicilia's monstrous strength, such a foolish act only serving to RIP at her neck-muscles and stress the bones... Her compliance also made her a mere paper-tiger in the German's storm, her power SLAMMING the woman into the turnbuckle with SUCH force, the nurse crumpled down to the ground in a pathetic little heap, filling the Juggernaut with a dark sense of pleasure...

Oh boy... Karma was a bitch, wasn't it...?

It was a bitch and it felt so good to be the instrument of it...

The German didn't give Juno any time to collect herself... not while her veins still coursed with blood and her lungs still filled with air! If two times being thrashed wasn't enough, then it would just have to be THREE! By the time Juno lifted her empty, little brainless head off the floor, Cicilia was already upon her, grabbing the blue-haired psychotic by her neck and JERKING her to her feet! Should she managed to do so, she would HURL her back against the corner again, aiming to keep her standing this time... before the vengeful creature that was the juggernaut threw a MASSIVE PUNCH across her target's jaw, hoping to SNAP her head so far to the side, it did a full 180 upon her shoulders!

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“Jane…we need to talk”

The long car ride home had been eerily quiet. Normally, the two would discuss the days they had, the diseases they cured, the harms they fixed, and all number of goings on at the hospital. Sometimes they expressed their frustration at the lack of staff, or low funding for equipment, but overall the conversations on the car ride home were often the few times the couple ever got to be together. Jane had wondered why her husband had yet to say a word the entire trip, and starting off with that particular sentence made her worry just a bit.

“Do you remember the other day when we came home late and I said I was just going to shower and then head to bed? Well, when I was walking past Juno’s room, I heard her talking to someone. I thought she had finally made a friend and listened in on her, but…well I couldn’t here anything on the other side…so I took a peek in and-“

“Oh, Jonah. Why would you do that? If Juno is finally making some friends, we should be supportive and give her some spa-“

“I know, but listen! She wasn’t talking to anybody! it looked like she was just staring at the ceiling, like before, when she was a kid? But she just kept going, like she was holding a full conversation with someone… she was talking to her imaginary sister again.”

Jane rubbed her temples, seemingly stressed at the news. She wanted to be there, with her baby girl more than ever right then and there, but they were still at least twenty miles away.

“Alright. We need to get her to enroll into some activities. Force her, if need be. Maybe make her see a psychologist…What activities do you think would be a good fit for her?”

“Hell, I’ll settle for anything that keeps her from talking to herself. Could be football, for all I care, so long as she talks to someone real.”

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If the Nurse was hurt, which was very likely after the impact she had made against poorly padded metal, then she was a master at hiding it. Her thin smile was gone, but now, paired with those black holes for eyes, rather than making a generally sweet expression, it looked more quizzical or judgmental. It was as if they were meant to egg the boxer on, to say was that it? without speaking a word.

That look became no more apparent then when Cicilia scooped up the Nurse by her throat and threw her into the corner post once more. Once again, the Nurse impacted against the pole without a sound. Her head went back wards just a bit before snapping back down, her eyes looking dead on at the boxer. The Nurse didn’t seem afraid at all, not even inconvenienced. She just stared at the boxer almost thoughtfully, like an artist adjusting their painting.

As Cicilia pulled her arm back for the massive windup punch that was sure to cause some damage, the Nurse noticed an opening and took it. Disappearing from the corner and reappearing beside the boxer. The windup left a whole side open in the boxer’s defense, so full of rage that she did not think to cover her bets and hold onto the Nurse, or insure that she damaged enough not to flee in time.

The Nurse, now standing beside Cicilia oved quickly. She slid up against Cicilia, wrapping herself around her like a snake, moving the boxer’s arms and adjusting her legs as best as the Nurse could, looking to lock the boxer down in a sadistic abdominal stretch, insuring their was pressure but on every joint in her rival's body.

Cicilia cocked back her arm, preparing to break Juno's face into particular dust... but even with the savage brutality of the Juggernaut, the nurse was simply all-too-eager to get in there and return the damage! Slipping around the German like a massive and insane snake, the blue-haired maniac quickly wrapped the boxer up in an abdominal stretch, constricting one arm while the other was left too far to do any good against her restrainer! With one leg weaved around her own, the Juggernaut let out a snarl of outrage and frustration, trying to pull and fight back against the hold that RIPPED at her stomach like a starving beast!

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Cicilia stood in this very same hold, a night where she had challenged her older sister to a match in one of the many gyms their family owned... They were much younger then, no older than mere middle/highschool girls, Cicilia having felt the family drive to prove herself...

Now, all she felt was pain... Her sister seemed only to smile as she bent and pulled and her younger sibling's body, letting the sound of her cries for mercy and the look of sheer suffering upon her face fill her vision... and take in the sense of superiority it brought. Many a match had gone down like this... Each time Cicilia would challenge Elfrida... Each time, she would end up on the floor or bound up as her sibling taught her another word for "loser".

She had no idea why her sister hated her so much... fore she must have if she were laughing as she wrenched her own flesh and blood in half with this hold... Cicilia never badmouthed her sibling... she never even thought ILL of her... She looked up to her sibling in almost every way, these fights being the only moments where they could spend time together...

Tears ran down Cicilia's face NOT from the pain... she could bare with it so long as she could scream... but that she had once again failed in obtaining that which she most desired: The humble desire of her sister's love...

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"AAAH!" She yelled, Juno's embodiment of her inner reptilian freakishness TORE at the boxer's abdomen, stretched it in ways it wasn't designed to!

The Nurse was a rather curious creature. Despite hating her foe, she smiled sweetly, without a care and spoke in a tone that would suggest the exact opposite. Despite the suffering Cicilia’s throws and hooks inflicted on her body, she remained silent. The Nurse only seemed to stare with a quizzical look on her face, as if she wanted to ask Cicilia a question but just could not go through with it. Now, she had the woman restrained in a disgustingly twisted abdominal stretch hold, slowly twisting the boxer’s body at an acute angle. The Nurse continued to twist Cicilia, struggling against the powerful woman’s resistance but breaking it down the further her foe’s body became twisted.

Rather than take any obvious kind of pleasure in her foe’s agony…The Nurse simply began to hum a song to herself. “My Way”, to be precise. Her soft tone catching the notes of the tune perfectly. She wasn’t even trying to observe Cicilia’s discomfort, simply putting more pressure on her foe to insure as much agony as possible while her empty eyes seemed to be insuring her hold.

The referee, finally able to gather the courage to approach the two freaks that had decided to clash against one another. She had a job to do, and she figured the safest time she could approach them was when they were basically restraining one another.

“C-Cicilia! Do you give up?”

The Nurse only suddenly realized that the referee was even there, her empty eyes looking up from her project towards the striped shirt woman. Her empty eyes narrowed considerably upon viewing the meek girl who had intervened on her work uninvited. It was like a python was strangling its prey for the evening, just for another meek animal to come up at look at it while it was crushing its prey. For a split second, the atmosphere lit up with killer intent! As if the Nurse was about to abandon Cicilia in favor for attacking the referee, who was catching wind of the Nurse’s stare, freezing in place. The girl was debating running away or staying to do her job, seriously wondering if the pay and benefits were worth the risk.

Instead, the Nurse simply looked down at Cicilia’s pathetic face. A piece of the real Juno seemed to peek through the Nurse’s expression, as a cold feeling of superiority and disappointment was mixed with a strange glimmer of accomplishment. The feeling was gone in a flash, with only the Nurse left to look down with a passive, disappointing glance.

“I thought you would be stronger…~”

"F-fuck off!" Cicilia roared as the ref came over, asking if she submitted! What... What kind of question was that!? Of course she didn't! She wouldn't! Not now... or ever! Never once has Cicilia tapped out of an official match! Juno would have to knock her out if she wished to get the win! She was so stubborn like that... It went against her nature to tap, a nature firmly and strongly ingrained into her by her twisted family... A Will of iron and a body of steel... these were the things her perverse and abusive training back home had brought her...

...But even steel bends with the right application of force in the right areas!

"RRRRRGH!" She growled, her jaw clenching so hard, her gums were starting to ache from how hard her teeth crushed up against one another! Juno... a submission specialist... No wonder it hurt this much... Not many people could get a scream out of the juggernaut in positions like this but the Nurse...? She was something fucking special, that was for sure... Everything she did to abuse her stomach and body, it was utter HORRIFYING... No doubt, anyone with any sense... or less of an accustomed nature to pain would've tapped by now, cried for mercy as her opponent pulled and pulled...

...Not Cicilia.

"I... Will... Not..." Cicilia heaved, reaching out for the nearest ropes! "Let... you... control... ME!" The German FORCED the two of them towards the nearest ropes with each word, taking step after agonizing step until her fingers could barely touch them... Just a little closer... JUST A LITTLE CLOSER, DAMN IT!

The referee girl nearly jumped out of her skin when the enraged boxer roared at her, two deadly titans locked in combat with only her to stop them from killing one another. The serpent that was the Nurse was hardly fazed by the Cicilia’s determination and stubbornness. She had seen it once or twice before and while a case could be made as to why it was one of the reasons why she could go toe to toe with woman twice her size, the Nurse seemed to take it with a grain of salt. If she were acting normal, it would likely be attributed to Juno’s pride and overconfidence…but the Nurse seemed not to possess such frivolous things. She knew her submission hold were meant to erode those very things that made Cicilia strong. The Nurse would either shatter her rival’s spirit, or destroy her body like the others had. It made no difference to her, so long as the German paid for what she did to the person the Nurse loved most.

A goal the Nurse looked to be achieving, as Cicilia once again growled in anger as her blue haired captor pulled her back even more than before. There was no way the human body was meant to twist that way, and the sheer amount of pressure that was crushing Cicilia’s abs, rib and back were emitting audible cracks as the boxer’s body tried to adjust itself to mitigate some damage. Every inch Cicilia’s body gave, the Nurse took a step further to inflict more harm. The unbearable level strain on the body and the copious amounts of adrenaline were sure to highlight the agony Cicilia was feeling. The Nurse passively wondered how the boxer would describe it if she asked? An animal ripping her apart? Maybe hooks slowly pulling her skin in separate directions to create a searing pain? Both images were fairly nasty, even to the blue haired woman inflicting the suffering.

It would actually be Cicilia’s own strained voice that brought the Nurse out of her own thoughts. Somehow, the boxer’s body remained responsive and even functional. The raven-haired woman began to inch her way towards the ropes, with the strain of the Nurse’s weight on her back and the damage of her hold biting at the already sore muscles that were now being asked to work overtime just to free themselves from their torment. Cicilia seemed to be talking to…someone. The Nurse was not entirely convinced it was her as she clamped down on the walking titan. Her trapped project was headed towards the ropes, but the Nurse did little to stop her, only squeezing down on Cicilia even more.

Right as Cicilia was about to grip the tope rope, Juno actually hopped up and wrapped her one support leg around Cicilia, simply to get one last sadistic pull from the hold, this one with all of the Nurse’s body weight and muscle power tugging in one single direction…but before she could hear any tendons snap or muscles tear…

“R-rope break, Juno! L-L-Let go of her…please?”

The Nurse intentionally took her time, looking at the referee for a good moment before relinquishing her hold, letting Cicilia fall, or do whatever she needed to against the ropes. Normally the referee would get between them, but she seemed hesitant to do something so foolish. These two were hated enemies, and seemed willing to go to any lengths to make the other suffer. Getting in between them could result in getting caught in the crossfire.

The Nurse gave Cicilia some room, though that was more so she could build momentum with her next strike if the need arose. Cicilia’s words seemed to hang in the air, and the Nurse with a disappointed expression only soured a little. If Cicilia was referring to her, then she really had no emotional control. The Nurse had turned Cicilia into a berserking monster at the mere suggestion of a threat to her home and loved one. She even was saving up a small little trick that would either inflame the boxers rage more or break her down completely with just the sound of her voice…

Such Heroic Nonsense.

As if to show the same disrespect Cicilia had shown Juno the previous fight, the Nurse intentionally turned her back on the damaged boxer, walking away to lean on a pair of ropes as her opponent took the time to recover.  Her empty eyes seemed to be window shopping Cicilia, picking out which limb she wanted to work on next~

Cicilia never made any claims about being a "hero". Whatever those people out there thought of her, The Juggernaut wasn't so self-deluded that she'd fancy herself an ally of justice, prancing around in a skin-tight unitard while she fought crime. Sure, she liked beating her own version of pay-back into the faces of her most twisted rivals, but she'd hardly call that heroic... and she hardly considered her declaration of resistance against Juno's BULLSHIT Heroic either...

...Did Juno see herself as a villain...?

...Everyone knows what happens to the villain in the end of every story ever told...

The Ref had to practically BEG Juno to let Cicilia go as she held onto the ropes, the nurse simply ignoring her until it suited HER to get off... get off and turn her back to the German like she was Ms. Big-Tits. Cicilia's eyes ignited with outrage as Juno began to saunter away, acting as if she had everything in control as the boxer watched in both shock... and fucking ANGER. Oh, she thought she as going to get away with that...?

Not a step after the Nurse began to walk, the boxer's arms LASHED out like a pair of snakes, entangling itself around the Nurse's arm, WRENCHING it behind her back at a completely unhospitable angle! The other would LATCH itself around her opponent's throat, strangling her as Cicilia forced her under HER control now, giving her a taste of her own, bloody medicine! If all this came to pass, the soft, guttural growls of Cicilia would echo into the mad nurse's ear as she DRAGGED her back to the corner where Juno belonged, adjusting her so that she faced it... before RAMMING her form into the barely-padded corner face first!

Oh, the agony of acting so quickly after that torso-splitting stretch was not lost on the boxer... but she didn't care. SHE JUST DIDN'T... Let her belly and sides cramp up... What did that matter when she could pound this fool to PASTE!?

Cicilia would grind Juno's face into the corner if she managed to get her there, removing her hand from around her throat... only to grab the back of her head PUSH it into the turnbuckle... repeatedly...

.........Repeatedly.....

...Even the sound began to fade out for Cicilia, her vision starting to go red...