Meet and Greet

Bubbles was a bit winded, but not so much that she couldn’t take in her environment, and she could hear the heavy pitter-patter of thudding footsteps coming from behind, storming towards her. Cicilia wasn’t just a strong fighter, but smart - she had an opening, and it wouldn’t be wasted. Her only chance was to rise as fast as she could, hopefully turn around in time to-

Nope. Nice try.

Cicilia hit the back of Bubbles’ head like a freight train, taking her down hard to the mat and leaving her loopy. So loopy, in fact, that it might have knocked her out for a hot second - the next thing she remembered, she was being hauled up, and she had a knee in her back and hands at her chin, wrenching it back, further and further still. A good chinlock, well applied.

But it was just a chinlock. There was absolutely no way that Bubbles was going to tap out to a chinlock. Ever.

She languished in the hold for a few moments, suffering, before she slammed her palm flat on the mat, smacking it hard. She pressed down with the other a moment later and started to surge up from their, defiantly rising up, pushing, summoning her deep reserves of power to rise up in spite of the aching weight that came down on her. Higher and higher, more and more...

Cicilia kept up the pressure as Bubbles squirmed in pain, each movement only resulting in a tighter and more painful grip! She punished her for daring to try and escape her wrath... Obviously not enough because she was starting to get back up! Her sanguine eyes widened as her captive slowly began to strain the chains that bound her to the ground like a mighty behemoth bending the bars of her cell! Cicilia tightened her grip further, driving her knee into the American's back harder but nothing seemed to stall her resistance! She was powering through a wrenched neck and her back being bent unnaturally like it was nothing! What kind of pain-resilience training did she go through!?

...On second thought, Cicilia did her best not to think too hard about that. Instead, she shifted from a chinlock to something equally effective, her arms snaking around Bubble's neck, catching her in a sleeper choke-hold but that wasn't all! She wrapped her legs just above Bubbles' hips pinning herself to the larger woman's back! Her generous breasts pressed hard into the Virgin-killer's back as asserted her will, a sensation that summoned a blush across her cheeks and nose... and not a small one either. As she attempted to choke out the Virgin-killer, she constantly attempted to drag her back, to jerk her backwards so that she could lock her in this hold and keep her from getting back up again! She couldn't have a bigger, stronger and more experienced wrestler get back up! She had to keep the pressure on or she might not be able to get up again! She managed to escape last time because her arms were free... An easy mistake...

One she didn't believe the American would make again. She was too good for that!

"NNNGH!" She grumbled. "Stay DOWN!"

God, this woman was persistent. Strong, tough, skill, but above all else, persistent. Bubbles couldn’t remember the last time she’d come across someone who was so determined to win, especially for a match that didn’t really have any official backing. Beating Bubbles wouldn’t improve her ranking, wouldn’t help her advance up the hierarchy, wouldn’t change anything with Friction or Momentum. The match wouldn’t hold any meaning to anyone besides their partners, but you wouldn’t have known that to see the intensity in Cicilia’s eyes, to hear the haggard breaths she made.

What a crazy woman. What an amazing woman.

Things started out serious for Bubbles, and they only became more serious when Cicilia decided to improve her hold, jumping on her back to lock in a sleeper and squeeze her with the legs. This was distressing - the last move had been painful, but this one was good enough to rob her of air, make the act of breathing near impossible. Cicilia’s grip was inexorable, and it seemed like every attempt she made to dislodge her arms only made her dig in tighter.

She was going to fade, she was going to fall. But even so, she kept pushing up, trying to rise, and for a moment it seemed like she might try to make a trek towards the ropes. Go for the break.

Instead, she went for something a bit rowdier. Bubbles threw everything she had into a spring upwards, leaping into the air with Cicilia attached. She kicked her legs out, jerked back, and attempted to come down hard on the mat, with the German pugilist as her cushion, slamming her with all her weight into the crash.

Cicilia attempted to cut off all air to Bubbles' head, let her fall to pieces within her grasp... She was so close. She could feel this massive woman begin to give way underneath her... Not enough... Not FAST enough! Bubbles still hand enough strength to do something so outlandish, so crude, so completely and embarrassingly unexpected that the German would be feeling it for at least a day after: Bubbles jumped up, leaned back, and SLAMMED Cicilia to the ground with the wrestler on top of her. Well... she was not happy about that choke-hold, she could say that...

Cicilia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as all that weight the much larger woman possessed crashed down on her chest, practically every ounce of air and nearly every bit of strength being blown out of her lungs. The crash from the impact could probably be heard from next door it was so loud!

"FFFFFFFHUH!" She gasped loudly, her eyes shut tight as they possibly could be in pain. She couldn't breath... Long after the energy of that drop had been channeled through her and into the canvas, she still couldn't breath... Cicilia gasped for air as her arms easily disconnected from around the american's neck, her legs doing the same.

"Oh my god..." She whispered through her heaving breaths, her hands weakly raising up to her opponent's shoulders, attempting to push her off with what strength she had. "N-n-not fun.... N-not fun at all..." It was going to take her a damn long time to recover from that...

Bubbles was a mess. Sweaty, heaving, taking in large gulps of air to refill her tortured lungs, struggling just to keep conscious. She’d managed to free herself from Cicilia’s iron grasp, true, but her body was still paying the price for all that delay, trying to restart from the hell she’d just gone through. The boxer might not have been a submission expert, but at the end of the day, it didn't take too much technical know-how to wrap your arms around someone’s throat and squeeze the life out of them.

It was effective, and it had almost - almost - been enough to put Valley down. She was conscious right now out of the slimmest margin, she was comfortable enough to admit it.

Close or not, though, she was still good to go, and she was in a mood to give Cicilia every bit of the punishment she’d just tried to dish out.

First thing was getting back to her feet, though, which she did in a sluggish fashion, nearly falling over halfway through. She grabbed Cicilia by the head and pulled her up as she rose, yanking her into a headlock for the sake of control. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do until she had the energy for something big.

Cicilia wasn't much better than her larger, tanner counterpart and she wasn't ashamed to admit that. Bubbles had put up a GREAT fight, one she would look back fondly on and say she was PROUD to have participated in... but that didn't make it any less agonizing! The Juggernaut, and Bubbles who lay atop her, heaved and gasped for air desperately as their sweaty forms slipped and pressed against one another, though the Boxer was almost certain she was getting the worst of it... Having someone laying on you after losing your air... it didn't help get it back, she discovered. She was so close to passing out right now... If she didn't have something to prove and someone to prove it too, she very well might've conceded right there and let her friend take the win. MIGHT. One shaky, blurry glance out by the ringside displayed the lavender-topped blob that was her girlfriend in her vision and she couldn't help but feel her will to fight stoke again. She couldn't let Sayumi see her lose this! Not after how long this went on and how CLOSE she's getting! Yes, she was on the back foot now (potentially barely, but she couldn't very well tell from this angle) but that was no reason to quit now!

Cicilia would defeat this mighty foe and do it in the name of the most beautiful woman in this here place!

It seemed her feeble shoving had resulted in some response the Virgin killer rolling off of her only to grab Cicilia by the head and drag her up with her! Despite the German's over all determination to see Bubbles BEG for mercy, Cicilia was really not in the best shape to resist her. The boxer grabbed at the larger woman's hands, trying to pry them off her skull... but to no avail. With very little difficulty, Bubbles tucked the German's head under her arm, forcing her under the larger woman's control. Grunting and wriggling, Cicilia did everything she could to get free! She attempted to tug her head out, throw weak punches at Bubbles' formidably armored sides but her main attempt at escape was to push forward... throwing all the strength she had recovered up 'til now into her legs, the boxer attempted to shove Bubbles back farther and farther, eventually slamming her into the nearest turnbuckle... hopefully not banging her head on it in the process...

From the sidelines, Mariah could help but harbor a few worries about what was going on in the ring. Not that she doubted her wife’s power and prowess, she’d seen her pull out some true miracles in the past. She was just worried that this might get a little too serious, that she’d underestimated just how tenacious Cicilia was. It was as if she and Bubbles were causing some kind of chemical reaction in other, this natural process that occurred when two beastly, driven women were pitted against one another. Oil and fire. You couldn't’ expect much else.

If Mariah wanted to stop them, she couldn’t. So she might as well just cheer it on. ”There you go, babe!” She pumped a fist towards her wife as she clamped on a tight hold, locking the German down. Or attempting to. ”Nice and tight! Don’t forget to lock those fingers!”

Bubbles took Mariah’s words to heart and latch her fingers together, solidifying the hold on Cicilia. For a moment, it seemed like everything was going well. Her feisty foe was fighting hard, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t survive. Punches. Wriggles. Nothing too troublesome.

Her drive into the turnbuckle was more of a problem, however. Bubbles hadn’t established the best base, so she wasn’t able to resist well enough to dampen the forward momentum. She hit the turnbuckle with a solid impact, and it was enough to make her break the hold, letting Cicilia’s head slip through her sweaty embrace. Realizing the position she was in, Bubbles tried to give her opponent a strong push, wanting to make some space before she found herself trapped in a corner.

Cicilia managed to throw Bubbles against the turnbuckle despite the larger woman having control over her head. She felt satisfaction in that, that even in a tough situation that was nearly inescapable, the German had managed to wriggle a way out for what it was worth! With the impact of Cicilia's shoulder slamming into Bubbles' stomach against the buckle, she was able to wriggle her head free! Now that she had escaped, she could finally turn this match in her favor for good! Bubbles was in the turnbuckle (her favorite place to punish), The German was right up in front of her... It was a perfect situation! Well.. That WAS until her much larger opponent SHOVED her to the ground!

With a push that may or may not have been deliberately targeted at her chest, the Virgin Killer SHOVED the boxer down hard on the Ring floor before she could punish her in any way, Cicilia landing on her butt rather embarrassingly! Her chest rose and fell hard as exhaustion began to take a firm grip on her, sweat pouring down her cheeks and chin into her cleavage. At this point, her sports-bra was doing very little to leave anything to the imagination with how tightly it stuck to her, though she didn't have time to be self-conscious about all that! She was vulnerable!

...And she didn't have the strength to get up immediately. That shove really took a lot out of her when she hit the ground and that left her in a very bad spot... Something Bubbles could capitalize on if she chose too...

Ugh. Bubbles was starting to feel her stomach churn, a lovely little reminder on why it was generally considering a bad idea to do strenuous exercise right after downing a hefty meal. It didn’t help that Cicilia had done an excellent job at ringing her bells on multiple occasions, leaving her insides a mess with those drilling punches of hers. And this woman was in Momentum? Bubbles felt a deep swell of pity for any poor soul that had to come her way. She wasn’t anywhere close to Cicilia’s weight class, and the idea of trying to outpunch her still came off as insane.

”Had...had enough?” She stammered the words out as she leaned on the turnbuckle and tried to take stock of the situation. It was kind of a rhetorical question, really. Cicilia hadn’t had enough. She never would. Which meant Bubbles couldn’t ease up, not even for a second.

Bubbles pushed off the turnbuckle and forced her way forward, stomping her way over to the fallen Cicilia, her clumsy steps shaking the ring with every move. It wasn’t the easiest thing, but she managed to line herself well enough for what she had in mind next.

She took a big step in, leaped up, kicked her legs out, and attempted to come down on Cicilia’s chest with an elbow drop - not a submission, obviously, but if it would keep her down for a moment, she was all too happy to take it.

Cicilia wasn't feeling too good all of a sudden, the effects of exhaustion starting to effect her stomach... Moving so much and wearing yourself out so soon after a big meal... What could possibly be wrong with that? Being thrown around and Bubbles being so mighty and tough didn't help her out much either... The big, tan goliath pushed herself from the turnbuckle on shaky legs as the Juggernaut tried to push herself to her feet as well... only to fall back down...

"Damn it....." She hissed under her breath as her legs failed her. "Come on.... this isn't the TIME for that!" Bubbles seemed to notice the German's difficulty, asking if she's "had enough." Cicilia's eyes trailed from her defiant legs back up to her opponent, glaring up at her giant opponent in defiance! "W-what sort of question is that!?" She growled, unwilling to even make it APPEAR she was considering defeat! "No...! I...I can take anything you can dish out!"

The American's approach was a threatening one to say the least, her stumbling steps shaking the ground she stood on! The German tried and tried to get to her feet so she could at least match Bubbles... So she could fight her on equal footing but her legs... THEY WOULD NOT OBEY! This was the WORST possible time for them to fail! She needed them now!

The Virgin Killer came down on her like a hammer, her elbow drilling into her chest with all that weight and muscle she possessed! Cicilia tried to cry out in agony but there was no air in her lungs to make such a feat possible. She let out a wheezing cough, clutching at her aching chest and gasping for breath.