Tag-Team Match: Cicilia De'Reignhardt and Sayumi Arai vs The Shooting Star Sisters

Her kicks were making some dents in the big girls defense. Maybe now that she was aiming for her head but she wasn't about to go taking luck for granted and question it. Shed kick the girls pinky toe however many times she needed to if she was actually making progress. Though she was hoping the girl was a bit open for something of bigger risk. Running in she would jump up in the air and try drive her elbow down on top of the girl and really drive her point home.

Touka was ecstatic on the side hopping up and down encouraging Namie as she saw her taking the fight to the girl and hopefully actually taking control of this match for her. She was practically on the edge of her seat as her big sis finally started showing that they meant business.

She was taking the fight to her alright but she wasn't doing QUITE enough to drive Cicilia on her back foot. She was certainly making her hurt, no doubt about it but controlling the fight...? Nah. She just got in some good hits is all. Cicilia was still coherent enough to have her flag still firmly planted in this fight and a few kicks weren't going to uproot her so easily. The German came to her senses rather quickly, watching as the girl walked over to her, cocking her elbow for some kind of maneuver. She did her best to make it appear as if she was still completely drunken off those last too hits, releasing the facade right as the girl jumped in the air, her elbow coming down on her chest like some kind of hammer...

Except not.

Cicilia rolled quickly to the side in an effort to dodge Namie's elbow-drop, quickly sweeping her legs around to get her to her feet a lot quicker than her opponent. No doubt falling HARD on your elbow would do some considerable damage to your shoulder, maybe enough to make her flop out. That was the hope anyway. If the German was able to get to her feet first (as slow as she was), Cicilia would grab the girl by her hair and jerk her upright, attempting to reintroduce her BACK into her turnbuckle, using her strength to it's fullest. Maybe give Sayumi a turn... maybe if her plan worked out.

As momentum began to shift drastically Namie sought to make sure that the girl put her best attacks forward and leave Cicilia reeling from her hits, especially since she knew she had her opponent right where she wanted her and attempted to jump in the air as she look to try and crush her opponent with her elbow. Though the girl below her showed an impressive assortment of speed as she quickly turned and rolled away from her as Namie instead found herself hitting the floor instead.

Touka winced seeing her sis take the fall and get no pay off. Grateful it wasn't from the top rope but she knew any mistake was a bad one. "Namie quickly get up!" Though Namie felt her elbow and her side tense up from hitting the matt she groaned and moved away from the girl. Needless to say yhat wasnt a good feeling and it kinda killed her growing momentum for now as theings seemed to be dead even.

Cicilia growled as she rose to her feet much as Namie did, the smaller girl moving away from her after that flop of a follow-up. Yeah... A LOT tougher and stronger than she initially gave her credit for. Maybe enough to give Cicilia a run for her money in all her favored attributes. Instead of glaring at her arrogant and frustratingly dense opponent, the German instead smiled, giving Namie the space she desired. That was a nice enough warm up. The two of them knew what the other was about now so they could probably start to get serious now. Cicilia had noticed that the two of them seemed kinda cautious on their first encounters, going in for quick stabs at their opponents rather than using their full might right at the start. Maybe that was just her perception and this was just how her opponent played things but Cicilia was certainly playing her cards close to her chest. Not anymore.

"Fine. You wanted my full ability? You got it. Gotta wonder why you're in such a bad mood today, though." T'was a genuine question, not meant to mock her in any way. In a sense, their little exchange had refreshed the boxer, given her some hope that she'd have a little fun in this match. It helped her clear her head of all the (warranted) anger she had towards her little copy-cat opponent.

"Did something happen to you two earlier today or what? I don't believe you're this angry at me for being cautious." Cicilia raised her fists back into her boxing stance, deciding to let this girl have the first real move of this fight.

Hitting the floor with nothing to show for it Namie quickly tried to retreat expecting Cicilia to clap down on her with her full might before noticing the girl was instead just letting her up. Seemingly curious s to why she was so upset Namie simply huffed as Touka looked at the two of them before turning to the other teams corner at there partner who thy hadn't even seen in action yet. "Yeah well when you start off on the wrong foot in a career and have an entire promotion that wont let you live it down I doubt you'd be all peachy either when some people treat you like your a footnote." She add moving in.

Her first instinct was to run right in and go for another dropkick before she remembered she already tried that and Cicilia wasnt just going to let her hit her with another dropkick when she was actually ready this time. But her small kicks weren't going to do either. "Why does it even matter were not here to talk about our debut anyway?" Trying to blow off the question Namie would try and move in looking to send a combo of punches to her chest before going for a kick to her leg.

"Ah... I see." Cicilia mumbled, surprised that they actually shared something in common. She didn't honestly expect to empathize with these two on ANY level whatsoever, but hearing how they were just ignored, forced to live with a reputation they didn't deserve stirred something in the Juggernaut. She knew their pain, generally speaking, though hers was more personal than professional. Cicilia never had the attention of her father and mother, not in the way she should've. She was raised to be a fighter but the moment she didn't possess any talent, she was left on her own, effectively a failure. Instead of having a "promotion that won't let you live it down", she had brutal, agonizing loneliness and a lack of love she had to cope with for almost her entire life. Knowing their suffering didn't make the German like them any better, but she understood where their attitude came from and couldn't hate them for it. It was like a more fresh start in a way, all biases cleansed by this revelation. She almost wanted to help if she could.

As her opponent advanced, she inquired why this even mattered since they weren't here to talk and the German just shrugged, approaching her as well with her arms held firm.

"It probably doesn't." She admitted with a small fleeting smile. "I'm sorry about how I treated you before. I didn't realize your situation." This wasn't a joke either. Cicilia De'Reignhardt, the Juggernaut, the rage machine that put unrelenting anger up first for anyone and everyone... was apologizing genuinely. Under that burning artificial inferno surrounding her heart DID nestle a good person. Sayumi probably knew that and even SHE likely hadn't seen her apologize for anything... besides those few times. Scratch that, she did know that side of her too. She'd bet that if they shared one problem, they shared at least one virtue as well... They clearly weren't as hollow as they first appeared. Maybe they had some kind of respectable person under that annoying exterior.

She let out a heavy breath as they move into fighting range, her muscles tensing as she allowed her might to run through her uninhibited. It wasn't THAT much actually compared to how she was going before, but maybe enough to make a noticeable difference.

"Oh-kay... Full-strength, here we go..." She whispered to herself right as Namie attacked. Cicilia tightened her arms in front of her like a shield, her tough and practically armored skin deflecting the girl's punches easier than others. Not nearly the strongest opponent she's fought. Strong, sure and fast to boot, but her offense was nothing she couldn't resist, seeing as she didn't have any of the discipline of a boxer.... until that damned kick slammed right into her thigh again. The impact of the girl's boot with her leg forced a hiss out of Cicilia, always forgetting to watch her southern flank. Her guard normally (always) extended only as far as her stomach, a strength and weakness brought over from her years as a boxer. If Namie was a half-decent fighter (which she obviously was and more), she should've seen the pattern by now. So long as she went low, she'd almost always have an easy target.

"Fucking kicks...." She growled, another unknowing give away to her weakness.

She stepped in with a RIPPER straight aimed right at the girl's chin, wanting to SLAM that brain of hers into her skull like it was in a pinball machine. She wanted full strength? Well here it was! Cicilia couldn't help but extract some inner malice to help draw out her true power, her expression almost half a mix of a friendly fighter, the other half bathed in the shadows of disgust and anger. Whether or not that hit, Cicilia would use her momentum to run in, jumping up and raising her leg in an attempt to land a monstrous knee-strike to the girl's chest, hopefully sending her to the mat, sprawling and coughing.

At this point Namie wasnt sure exactly how she was supposed to take that. For starters what was Cicilia trying to say, was she relating on some level or just trying to get her to drop her guard. Both were possible no matter how sincere she intended to sound and as she tried to get her jabs in she found her kick connecting with a bit more bite to it then the others, at least based on how she reacted to it. "Yeah well most don't care to ask. They see the girls who got there asses kicked there first day here and think roadkill." She mumbled out, and surprised she did so as she tried to focus and press her attack. Thankfully her speed allowed her to see the uppercut coming to catch her face and make her head spin as she backed away desperate to avoid it, though that left her in an awkward position as she nearly stumbled on her feet.

And open to Cicilia's follow up as she moved in and practically tried to flatten her chest with that mean knee. "Gaaggh!" Was all she could get out as she fell backwards, landing hard on her ass and flopping to the floor as she brought her hands to her chest, the knee caught her right in between her boobs and really made it hard to breath for a second. Still Namie didnt want to look weak now as she tried to ignore the pain and sit back up though still kinda dazed.

Cicilia's straight swept past the girl's face, but her dodge left Namie fumbling back and tripping over her own feet. Her own clumsiness left her WIDE open for the Juggernaut's rising Knee-strike, slamming her right between her breasts and sending her reeling to the ground, choking. She sighed heavily before walking back in the direction of her girlfriend, holding out her hand to tag her in. T'was enough punishment from her for now. She had a few things to think about in the meantime. Even more evidence they had something in common. Cicilia had been losing just about all of her official matches (except that one she one-hit-KO'ed that girl) and she'd received even LESS friendlies from the general community than she had at the start. Nobody cared about the weak, that much was true...Compared to her lover, the German was a pathetic wrestler... but she had a moral compass. She at least wanted them to see she wasn't their enemy, that she wanted to be on their side even.

"I'd like to talk to you both after all this is over." Cicilia stated, giving the girl a sympathetic look over her shoulder before turning back to her partner, ready to be tagged out. "At least to help you understand that I'm not like 'most' people."

If she managed to do so without being attacked from behind or coaxed into resuming the fight herself, she'd tag her beautiful Sayumi in, planting a quick kiss on her lips before slipping out of the ring herself, ready to watch from the sidelines.

"...Be careful, hotstuff... They're better than they look."

Namie grumbled as she tried to adjust and get back up as Cicilia loomed over her. The girl didnt seem willing to follow up but after a few seconds it was clear it wasnt out of cockiness but more because she was backing up Going to tag in her smaller and seemingly less violent partner. Coughing Namie backed up and tried to fall back to her corner. Touka reaching out to her as well eagerly wanting to get in this match and seeing this as her best chance. Maybe they would have a better time beating her down and going for the win then they would with her partner.

Soon after Cicilia made her tag Touka and Namie tagged out and the two swap places as Touka hops over the ring. Meanwhile Namie rolls out still a bit hurt as Touka looks at her new opponent. "Sorry but whatever notes you took on Namie wont work on me." She declared.

Sayumi smiled as Cicilia came her way. Was it time for her to participate? She leaned into the ropes, holding up her hand for a high five tag. She wiggled her fingers playfully in anticipation. As their hands clapped, the match had already slowed to a claw so she wasn't in a rush to jump in to get into the fight. She smirked at the kiss, propping a foot on the middle rope to hold it down for Cicilia to exit the ring easier. They briefly shared the apron, time in which she used to steal one more peck on her cheek.

"You did great out there." She pulled back on the ropes, leaning out into the abyss over ringside before she sprang up, and over the ropes, hopping them easily to land on her feet with a bounce. She took a moment to shake out her arms and legs, grinning across the way at Touka. She gave the girl a firm nod. She seemed overly happy just to be back in the ring. It had been awhile since she had actually wrestled with someone other than Cicilia, and was looking forward to testing herself again.

"That's fine by me!" She beam cheerfully as she slowly made her way closer, moving cautiously to the center of the ring. As she reached her destination her frame lowered, arms raised as she spread her legs, bent at the knees. She had a far more traditional stance befitting a grappler when compared to her boxing partner. She smirked, her tongue poking slightly out of the corner of her mouth as she bubbled over with energy. "Lets see what you can do."