Cicilia vs Alexia: No Holds Barred,

Cicilia had never stopped fighting because of how much damage she had taken... Often times, her own stubborn pride and need to prove herself had gotten her into scrapes that had resulted in more damage easily and smartly avoided by the option staying down. Alexia was much the same... though her motives were far darker... Corrupt and perverse where the German's were not so. The harlequin rose up to her feet once more, laughing like the deranged clown she personified, pointing at her bloody cheek with a finger as if gesturing for Cicilia to strike her. The boxer stared at the spot... then down at one of her hands, watching as her fingers slowly curled into a fist. She realized now that her opponent wasn't going to let it end... She wasn't going to stay down until every last crooked screw was knocked loose in their rusted casing.

The German lowered herself back into her boxing stance, cocking back her fist as she once again channeled her remaining energy into her arm, the muscles within it bulking and swelling with the power rushing inside. Cicilia's gaze hardened, her eyes drying as she became resolute in her goal. She gave Alexia a chance to quit... She tried to persuade her to give up and let her have this match but her opponent was adamant to take more pain!... Fine.

"I tried..." She hissed, blocking out any remaining guilt that festered in her mind. "I tried to help her but she's just... so... STUPID!"

With that last word, her fist fired like a ball from a cannon, A fully charged train-wrecker punch splitting the air before it's knuckles before SMASHING into Alexia's lower jaw, all that power threatening to snap it from it's hinges! If the punch struck, The loudest *CRACK* the German had ever heard would ECHO throughout the stadium... a sound so loud it nearly helped squelch the agony her fingers suffered at the hands of her own power...

Alexia was tingling and not from the overwhelming pain that was all over her body that was barely enough to stand, but even though that screeching pain and increase weight on her body she was still feeling the excitement and anticipation of watching the German getting into her stance. Just thinking about what Cecilia was winding up for, what glorious hit that the Juggernaut was going to hit her with, what was going to be the final cap off on this brutal affair. There was no way that she was going to wuss out at the final stretch, her body remained limp and her body swaying from side to side and offered no resistance or defense against what was to come.

Cicilia's fist reared back and fired forward, smacking into her jaw as her head snapped to the side. Alexia gave no reaction to the punch, the second it connected with her jaw and snapping her head, her entire vision went blank as her body became as heavy as a sack of potatoes as she collapsed front first into the mat. Crumpling into a heap, chest first and butt out as her eyes had rolled into the back of her head and facing away from Cicilia before the weight of her deadweight body slumped into the mat.

No sign of movement was seen from the Harlequin.

Cicilia's fist SMASHED into Juno's jaw once more, appearing to steal away the last of her strength as she collapsed in a heap on the mat. This time, it looked like there was nothing left of Alexia to even get up, just a pile of flesh and bloody bone on the floor that used to be a psychotic harlequin. The German growled in pain of her own, bringing her fist, her sanguine eyes peering at her aching knuckles as they too had begun to bleed from the sheer force they had been put under.

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2!

The announcer began once more, Cicilia hobbling over to the nearest corner to lay against. Her exposed buxom chest rose and fell heavily as she peered over at her fallen foe, wondering if she would somehow be able to climb up out of the pits of her own unconscious to get back into the fight. She never understood these crazies and their fascination of pain... They seemed to enjoy it, relishing in their fingers being snapped and their jaws being broken... They smiled when their lungs were burning from the lack of air, laugh as their heads were being slammed into turn-buckles... Why...? What was so appealing about it!? It was meant to tell you that something was wrong, that you had to fix whatever it was causing you pain and they... relish it!?

The Juggernaut always saw agony as another enemy to overcome among others, something to push herself beyond as a mechanism to surpass her limits... not to embrace like an old friend. Whatever. This match was over and hopefully she'd never have to see this woman again....

Hopefully. Her luck with these asylum escapees have been less than stellar, each one wanting a piece of her life... and a piece of her while they were at it! She would never admit this... not even to herself, but some deep, dark part of her hoped that Alexia didn't wake up for a long while... and that when she did, her mind would be so damaged, it would bring her back to the realm of sanity. A twisted, haunting wish... but a genuine one... and a selfish one at that.

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4!

Alexia didn't even moan out from pain, laid crumpled into the mat. Her blood started to stain the mat around her face, the cuts oozing out the red liquid ever so slowly. But the destruction on her body and the pain that was going to linger for much more than a few days, Alexia would never regret. The thrill of a violent battle. She didn't want to live a comfortable life or one of safety. All of them were boring. Like this, she lived on the fringe of life. Experiencing fun that normal people would never understand.

And she was fine like this, even if she was laying in a stain of her own blood.

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10!

Cicilia growled in distaste, utterly disgusted by the way this match had gone. Winning was one thing, beating your opponent to a bloody smear was another. Regardless of Alexia's motivations or desires, the Juggernaut felt off about it all, not the least bit satisfaction blooming in her heart, the promise her anger had made yet again unfulfilled. The emotion was starting to prove unreliable, it would seem, making promises it couldn't make good on. In her early days, she would've toasted to ruining Alexia's face, place a boot against her cheek as she ground it into the mat with the declaration of her victory.

Now...?

She felt tired... empty. The fire had died faster than it had arrived, not even leaving the juggernaut with that to look back on and feel justified. Desiring only the comfort of her bed and the hum of her ceiling fan, Cicilia scooped up the remnants of her wrestling outfit and made her way out of the arena, jerking her arm away from the ref who had moved to lift it in victory.

(VICTORY: CICILIA DE'REIGHNHARDT)