Another Training Day!

Cicilia's attacks somehow went through despite her ruined state, sending the woman CRASHING into the mat below... She stiffened, then went still, groaning underneath the juggernaut... This might be her only chance to pin her down and end this damned fight quick! Cicilia quickly heaved the woman over on her back and threw herself on top of her, her breasts pressing against the woman's INSANELY sized ones, slamming her hand down against the mat...

"O-one..." She gasped out, her head drooping low over the woman. She prayed to whatever god that existed she managed to get this pin... She didn't think she could keep going on like this for much longer...

Marcella was a miracle of nature in terms of her endurance, but she had to admit, this came close to finishing her. Her head was ringing out loudly and her eyes were practically rolled up to the back of her head, but she felt herself get flipped to her back and dropped ontop of, which brought her awareness back to a semi-coherent state. Then, she heard the slap of the mat. One. But the moment before it could get to two, she didn't just buck her body up, she clenched her fist tightly and threw it straight inwards when she did, trying to slam her fist into the top of the other womans skull*

Cicilia didn't get too far into the count as the woman easily pulled herself out of it at one with a quick buck, the German letting out a loud groan in frustration in response. Why couldn't it be this easy...? She didn't have the energy or the time for a long, drawn out fight so why couldn't this girl be nice and LOSE!? Life was never that easy... and it was going to make her pay heftily for being so stupid as to take on this girl in her weakened, decrepit state. How? By delivering a BRUTAL punch right towards the top of her head, her knuckles cutting into Cicilia's skull like a knife.

The German's eyes went blank as she rolled right off the woman, her lids clenched shut as she laid sprawled out on the mat, trying to work through the throbbing that threatened to take out her eyes... Whatever the busty bar brawler had in mind, she would no doubt be able to execute it on her incapacitated opponent.

Marcella wasn't so graceful as to assume her opponent was unable to continue and go for the pin, no no no. She instead grasped her tightly by her hair and hoisted her up at least to her knees, before tucking her head between her thighs. She then reached down to her waist, taking a tight hold around her to lift her up, upside down until her head faced straight to the mats canvas and her legs pointed right to the ceiling lights. She went posing for awhile, with the confident smile plastered on her face as the girl was held in her mercy between her legs. Wandering the ring with her upside down, before suddenly leaping into the air, and leading her head straight to the canvas of the mat under the weight of both wrestlers.

Cicilia's eyes went dead as her skull impacted HARD against the canvas, her consciousness completely leaving her the instant her skull met solid ground. The Juggernaut, if let go would flop against the wrestling ring, completely and totally motionless. Even the rise and fall of her chest would be nearly unnoticeable, akin to how one might be after a strong car accident and put into a coma. The German's mind had taken a day-trip to gtfo-land, leaving her body alone... Cicilia's weakness had given this woman an opportunity to damage Cicilia in a way she never had before... Not even her sister Elfrida had done this much to her... Not even Pyrena in their brutal boxing match.

Whatever that woman had done to her... It had struck far deeper than what appeared on the surface... Blood began to slowly drip out of Cicilia's nose as her lids fluttered ever so softly, her eyes completely rolled into the back of her head. Her fingers twitched ever so slightly every few seconds, her body shivering softly with each breath. Every intake of air seemed slow, forced, like her unconscious itself was having issues keeping Cicilia breathing.

Marcella was in a feral state of the dominator, she didn't take any notice of the lasting damage that could have occured from slamming her head that hard into the mat that fast, instead, she was still stuck in fighting mode. Or rather, humiliation mode. She took her foot up and pressed her heel right against the girls face pushing her cheek down into the ground, and began to count out. Not like this was a formal match so she felt no need for a formal pin. "One. . . Twoooooo. . ." She stared down to look for any movement that would ever hinder her from getting to that three in this last second.

"Three."

Yeah... Cicilia wasn't going to be getting up on her own easily. Slowly her eyes began to focus back in if only a little bit, still yet to notice the blood starting to pool just above her lips. She let out a soft moan, her head feeling like hammers were beating into her ears like drums! She'd let out a soft cough as she flipped over on her side, covering her head with her hands like somehow it would stop the torturous beat or sooth the pain inflicted upon the top of her head... All her energy was gone now... All it took was one good hit to put the weakened juggernaut out of commission for good in this fight and this woman had MORE than achieved in that.

"Uhhhhnnn..." She whimpered pitifully... Everything was so heavy like she was made of lead... How in the hell was she ever going to climb out of this ring, let ALONE get herself home on her own???

Marcella stepped out only for a moment to grab the marker used to sign ones self into the gym, walking back to the ring she gripped and whipped Cicilia's head back to write across her face:"Property of Marcella" before finally releasing her head and giving her a nice kick to the gut right at the very end. "Someone call a medic for her, she'll need help getting out of here" She was able to say that proudly in a more dominate fashion than one actually worried about their fellow competitor since she was the victor. Humming seductively to herself once she finally stepped out of the ring to leave the gym.