Kara vs Cicilia - Hardcore Match

It was a good hit, hard enough that she felt the ground beneath them reverberate. But it didn’t knock her back hell, though Kara could have sworn that she did seemed fatigued. Yea she can do this. It won’t be easy, it will be long but nothing Cicilia has thrown her way has enough force to keep her down.

When Cicilia’s response came Kara’s complete disregard for her own defense costs her. Cicilia’s forearm hits Kara square in the forehead, sending her stumbling backward. She stabilizes quickly keeping herself from falling backwards. But so many consecutive hits to the head add up, her head feels light and the every sway or move makes her feel like the world is tilting.

‘Doesn't matter, just get back in there. You've handled worst than this thug,’ Kara thinks to herself.

She takes a step forward, seeing as the world doesn't tumble her confidence swells as she takes another step forward.

‘Why do you do this to yourself?’

The pain returns in earnest and the world spins, and the next thing she knows she’s fallen to a knee. One hand placed on the ground to steady herself the other holding her head to try to numb the pain. Her instincts scream at her to get back up, to do something to defend herself. While the fighter in her demands she stand up and teach this punk a lesson. While she shakily manages to stand up again she's in no position to attack again.

Kara had fallen and that was her first true mistake. It took a lot of concentration to keep standing after taking a hit from someone like Cicilia De'Reignardt... and there were heavy penalties if one couldn't meet the demand. Those penalties only rose with the anger of the boxer, something Kara wasn't unhappy in invoking apparently... to the point where mercy was a forgotten subject. Without a word of taunt or encouragement, the German cocked back her knee... and THRUST it out like a spear-point at the kneeling woman's jaw, aiming to knock her flat on her back and leave her vulnerable to a follow-up assault!

If her attack connected and Kara was sprawled prone, the German would walk over top of her... and practically fall on her, her rear SLAMMING into her stomach as her legs straddled either side! Should her attack come to pass, Cicilia would knee on top of Kara, her fists cocked back to HAMMER into her face for the things she had said... Perhaps she wasn't doing much to assuage those claims and insults... perhaps she was the thug that Kara perceived she was... the Boxer did not care in the least... All she wanted was to extract PAYMENT... and she would have it.

The boxer would SLAM her fists HARD upon the fallen woman's face... over and over and OVER until the girl beneath her stopped moving! Perhaps it would be to the point she drew blood! Perhaps Kara would break before her skin did... The German only cared for the abandonment of Kara's consciousness... and for this fight to end in her overwhelming victory!

Kara takes the knee to her head and finally collapses. She lays staring up at the bright ring lights trying desperately to clear her head of the fireflies buzzing in her vision. The roar of the crowd becomes a dim background noise compared to the pounding of her head.

Her senses reluctantly return when Cicilia’s butt slams into Kara’s stomach which compared to everything else didn’t hurt that much. But as Kara looks up at the looming figure of the german boxer a sudden dread comes over her as she realizes just how bad of a position she is in. The  first punch comes screaming down and clocks her straight on her temple. Blinding pain flairs from her head as her mind desperately begs for protection.

She still has enough sense to put her arms over her head to try and block the blows. But her guard would have been armature at the best of times and in a situation like this it only lessens the pain. As punch after punch rains down one strike connects just above her eye. Kara feels something warm run down her face as her vision in her left eye goes dark as red flows over it. Blood, her blood. Everything is starting to get dimmer and the sounds start to grow fainter. Somewhere a part of her wonders what she was thinking to get in this situation.

'Why do you always pick fights with the bigger kids?’ says a familiar voice.

For a moment she is back in that small living room, head hung low and cradling a broken lip and a bruised ego. Had she enough time to think she would have wondered just how much damage she was taking to her head but another punch makes every light in the room seem far too bright, like a noon day sun hanging overhead. Everything smelt of dust kicked up from a recent shower. Her brother is there, more shaken up than hurt. She was nursing a broken lip and looking up at a way larger kid rearing back for another punch. Can’t remember who now, not that it matters. Just someone else trying to step on people. That’s when another punch comes down and something inside starts to bend.

Cicilia could feel her knuckles rip away at her opponent's flesh, her fists now stained with the blood of her opponent. Kara wasn't even trying to defend herself against the boxer's assault, just barely putting up a guard that was torn through like tissue paper. This wasn't so much a fight anymore... than it was a brutalization. Kara simply laid beneath the Juggernaut as the boxer's train-wrecking punches tore away at her willpower...

...But that would've been far too easy a defeat. Maybe a few more hard punches and the blue-themed girl would've been easy pinnings but the German had something else in mind! Huffing and puffing after the exertion so many punches had left upon her arms, the boxer hopped off her opponent... only to bed down and grab her! One hand around her throat, the other hand scooping Kara up around her sides, the German used her IMMENSE strength to LIFT her opponent up over her head... her arms quaking with strain as she showed her rival off to the audience!

...Then, bringing her DOWN upon her knee in a Bane-style back-breaker, SWINGING the other woman down as she dropped down on one knee, letting the edge of her thigh CRACK into Kara's back! She didn't just let her go after it connected either. No, she was going to make this a submission!

Should everything come to pass, Cicilia would Press her palm under Kara's chin, pushing her upper body BACK over her knee, further bending her spine back at an unnatural angle across her thigh!

Loopy as she is Kara knows that Cicilia has something incredibly painful in store for her as she hoists Kara off the ground and into the air. It isn’t every day that she gets lifted like a weight, so when Kara is hoisted she gives an undignified scream. All around the crowd is cheering for what they know is going to be a vicious hit. All Kara can do is tense her body for the fall. Sure enough she is sent hurtling down with her spine slamming into Cicilia’s knee. Were she not in immense pain she would have noticed the comic book callout, but as it is all she can think of is the feeling of her spine bending in two.

She lets out a blood curdling scream that echoes off the walls of the arena as every nerve in her body flairs with pain. Even after the initial shock of the drop wears off, Cicilia puts pressure on Kara’s chin to bend her even further making sure the pain does not dull. Deep inside she has to admit that despite her best it isn’t anywhere near good enough. Just give in you don’t belong here, it seems to say. You’ll just get yourself hurt, or you’ll hurt someone else.

The pressure continues to build, every part of herself is screaming to do something, anything. Finally something inside snaps.

‘Why should I care what happens to her?’

Suddenly the pain seems to flow to the back of her mind. She doesn’t think about what she’s going to do next or why she’s doing it. It’s just her, someone who’s trying to hurt her and a cold fury.

Kara grabs the hand holding her chin down with her left hand, while her right hand strikes at Cicilia’s elbow. Both trying to get her to let go of her chin while also hopefully doing some damage to the joint.

Cicilia didn't take pleasure in hurting people, though it was easy to assume the opposite considering her utterly brutal and unrelenting fighting style. She wanted matches DONE, over-with as soon as she could make them, taking care to make her moves as painful, as agonizing, as devastating as possible to negate any notable means of defense! When Cicilia fought... it was to win... and it was to win quick. No tricks... No lies. She was who she was... and if other people couldn't see what she was about BY NOW... after fighting for them for years... then there was no point in trying to prove herself anymore.

Cicilia inflicted a rather barbaric spine-durability test upon Kara, SLAMMING her down upon her knee and only serving to GRIND it in more, PUSHING down on her jaw with her palm, forcing her to bend back even further upon her thigh! There wasn't a smile upon the boxer's face... not a hint of glee in her eye... There was only anger that this girl would be so idiotic as to think of her as a real enemy... and acknowledgement that she had the advantage. From the gutteral screams escaping Kara's lips, the Juggernaut figured it wouldn't be long before she was forced to quit, not long before Kara's sense of self-preservation outweighed her pride. It would be just as well, after all, fore this match started under false and hostile pretenses... What nobody seemed to understand was that it DIDN'T have to be this way. If people wouldn't target her personally... attack her on more than the physical level...

Cicilia winced as something SLAMMED into her elbow, the German's focus flicking back down towards her captive, just as another heavy PALM strike slammed into her arm! The Juggernaut's teeth gritted as more and more blows HAMMERED into her arm, Cicilia stubbornly refusing to let her entrapped prey go... Until one mighty STRIKE KNOCKED the boxer's hand OFF Kara's jaw, leaving Cicilia's arm SORE and throbbing from her elbow down... and allowing her foe to drop to the floor, free!

Kara could feel Cicilila’s arm buckle under the strike, but the fact that is all it did would have normally given Kara all the more reason to be impressed. Now it just makes her more determined and as she hammers Cicilia’s elbow she can feel the pressure slack until at last one good hit releases the arm holding her neck down and frees her.

Kara falls to the canvas at Cicilia’s feet, and barely missing a beat begins to move. Normally she would have had to lay there, trying to gain some measure of rest from the pain that she received. But instead she gets to her hands and feet and with startling speed charges at Cicilia. Kara will try to deliver a savage blow with her elbow straight at Cicilia’s face. If it knocks Cicilia backwards she will try to follow after, and attempt to deliver a devastating kick to the German wrestler’s abdomen!

Kara would fall away from the Juggernaut but, much like her, would waste no time in flying right back to the fight! Kara's willpower must've been borderline insane to have been subject the power of the German wrestler and bounce back like it were a lesser woman! Cicilia might've even been impressed... if she didn't hold such outward disdain for this woman. In the middle of recoiling backwards, the German was left susceptible to quick and powerful counters, her guard completely lowered in an effort to regain control of herself and Kara took full advantage of that moment of weakness.

Without fail or hesitation, she charged RIGHT at Cicilia as the German turned back to face her, her sanguine eyes shooting wide as the woman TRUCKED into her with a MASSIVE forearm strike to her face, practically toppling her over with sheer force alone! Her skill in boxing had served her well, however, her feet quickly finding the floor before it could leave them, keeping her standing... only for a just-as-fearsome boot DROVE into her belly!

Cicilia's abs were hard as hard as stone, their durability forming a natural suit of armor to protect her insides... but even THEY buckled against the remarkable power!

"GAH!" She heaved, the impact BLASTING her back hard... and actually knocking her on her BUTT a meter back, her hands shooting behind her to catch her, lest her momentum carry her on her back!

"Damn it..." Cicilia grumbled, one of her hands shooting up to her jaw, rubbing the spot Kana had struck! "You'll pay for that..."

When Kara’s forearm cracks into Cicilia’s jaw the shock travels back up her arm and deep into her bones. When she delivers her boot to the German’s abs it was like kicking a solid stone wall. There wasn’t a part of this boxer that didn’t seem build to take a beating. Some part of Kara feels the ache of joints aching from striking this mountain of a woman, some part of her acknowledges the pain of strained muscled and overworked ligaments. But that part of her is well buried under a raging torrent of cold anger.

Following up on her attack, Kara strides after Cicilia, not giving her opponent, or herself, a moment’s reprieve. She will reach down, grabbing Cicilia by the hair and attempt to hoist the German up a bit, just high enough to line the German up with a vicious knee strike straight to the face. If that works instead of letting Cicilia fall to the floor she will try to lift the boxer to a standing position and then push her towards the ropes.