Cicilia De'Reignhardt vs. Suzy Q - Punching Up

It was like watching something out of a horror movie. Carmen’s world switched to slow motion as the punch connected, looking on in shock and awe as Suzy - her student, her friend - was utterly wrecked by Cicilia’s killer punch. It didn’t even look like she’d taken a blow - the way she reacted, you would’ve thought she got hit by a sledgehammer. For a moment and a moment after that, all Carmen could do was look on, utterly dumbfounded. Her brain needed time to properly process the sight before her.

[b]”3!”[b]

She snapped back to reality just in time to hear the referee’s count, and to see that Suzy was responding to it - sort of. She was squirming about on the mat, weakly pushing against it with her gloves, her face mashed against the floor in strained frustration. Carmen knew that look all too well. Suzy was desperate, trying to muster energy that her body just didn’t have to give. She wasn’t going to make the ten count, anyone could see that, and even if she did and assumed a fighting pose by some miracle, Cicilia would have little trouble bring her down again.

She was proud of her for the effort. Truly. But as her second, there was only one thing that Carmen could do.

She reached down, grabbed the towel, and hurled it into the ring, ending the match before any more damage could be done to her fighter. The first priority was always to bring Suzy home safely, and she wasn’t about to shirk that duty.

Down went Suzy like a sack of meat, her body hitting the floor with all the harshness and mercilessness gravity had to offer. The German cradled her now aching arm, but it seemed to matter little anyway as the woman who had managed Suzy QUICKLY threw in a towel, sacrificing the match for her before it could continue... as unlikely as THAT was. Cicilia blinked, watching as the cloth fluttered to the ground just ahead of Suzy Q, the Juggernaut staring at it... then her gaze flicking up towards Carmen... disappointed. Cicilia never had a manager that would get in her way the way Carmen had done for Suzy, never possessing an ally that would cut short a fight before things got messy. It was somewhat of a disappointment, coddling, something the German did not respect. Her expression was as cold and flat as a stone slab as the ref skipped right to the end of her count, the bell ringing, the sign of victory as the woman in stripes announced who the true winner was!

No celebration though except from the crowd as the official stayed the the fallen girl's side, watching her intently as others from backstage rushed in to help escort her to the infirmiry. Cicilia might've helped... but she took one look at Carmen and turned away. She doubted the woman would want the person who smashed her apparent friend to be anywhere near her right now...

Hmph....

Whatever....

Holding her wrist up to her lips, the German already began undoing the knots which tied the glove around her hands one slipping off before undoing the other with her fingers. Another fight that wasn't... Glorious. Its almost like they wanted Suzy to lose, that she had earned the ire of the management or something....

...If there was one good thing to come from this bout, however, was that Sayumi would finally have Cicilia come home to her without being covered in wounds.