Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ouka was known as a showboat and she was well aware of this trait of hers, doing her best to foster and nurture it at any given moment. Even if it was not the most fortuitous of moments. Ouka had figured that Cicilia would've run in at her display of pride and charge with a clothesline that was easily counter-able. But she underestimated what a pissed off Juggernaut would do at such a sight as she did come charging in. But not with a clothesline, but a spear instead that wiped Ouka off of her feet and brought her to the ground, with insurmountable force!

Maybe going for a showboating taunt wasn't the best idea...

"Guuuh!" Ouka let out, the air in her stomach thrust out of her from the blow as Cicilia pinned her to the mat. The redhead tried to defend herself by bringing up her hands to try and push the Juggernaut off of her, despite the pain in her stomach from the ramming woman, "Grrr...Co-come on! It was just a taunt! No need to be so strung up about it!" she growled out, attempting to wrap her legs around Cicilia to prevent her from posturing up and beginning to throw in the massive blows in this vulnerable state!

"I'm here to fight!" Cicilia growled back as she attempted to rise from her successful spear... only to be hampered by the legs wrapped around her spine! It seemed that Ouka wasn't ready to let her go just yet, apparently looking to take advantage of the German's downed position! An acceptable strategy... if hardly original. "If you are going to appeal to the crowd every time you land a hit, this is going to be a LONG match... for you!" Cicilia attempted to push herself back up to her feet, a hand beside each side of her opponent's head, her legs straddling her as she pushed against her rival's! ...No... She couldn't muscle her way out of this... not without it taking the time and energy she couldn't afford to lose right at the start!

Ouka attempted to shove the Juggernaut, back, the two glaring at one another in competitive hostility! Of course, She couldn't very well go anywhere with those legs keeping her in check and Cicilia couldn't get much closer with the red-headed fire-ball just shoving her away.... She couldn't punch WELL from this position... but she could still punch. Cocking a fist back, the boxer sent an admittedly weaker hook towards her opponent's ribs... then again... then again! From this position, she couldn't get the help of her lower body but that didn't mean her attacks were anything to scoff at!

Again... and again she would strike at her body, trying to beat the resistance out of her! She would strike at her until either Ouka's hands fell away or her legs... anything to attain more freedom!

"Learn to entertain a bit! It'll get you farther in this business!" she shouted out, sounding as if she was giving some sound advice. But mostly she said it out of angry spite as Cicilia proclaimed her showboating ways to be detrimental. "I don't care how long it'll take, I'll climb on top of you by the end of it!" she shouted out as her face twisted with pain as the Juggernaut began to slam into her ribs, even if Cicilia wasn't able to posture up those punches still hit like a half of bag of bricks smacking into her side. One after the other they hit, Ouka's legs beginning to weaken from around Cicilia's waist, OUka knew that she had to do something in order to stop the Juggernaut from breaking out.

But luckily for her, she was a brawler first and foremost as she would begin to swing her own hooks into the side of Cicilia. Just like the Juggernaut, she had no room to wind up and throw her own haymakers. She threw with as much as she could as her legs began to weaken, loosening more and more from around Cicilia's waist as she tried to leave a parting gift the same way that Cicilia was as her ribs began to burn in pain from the repeated strikes.

Throwing back as much as she could, Ouka's legs would release Cicilia's waist as she attempted to bring a foot up, trying to plant it in Cicilia's chest and shove her away!

Cicilia grunted and gasped with each blow that Ouka traded with her, each attack on her ribs reminding the boxer of how strong her rival actually was! Despite being on top, despite the Juggernaut bearing down on her, the "Number 1" still fought back with impressive vigor and strength, enough to again nearly match her in a full on slug-fest!.... Nearly. Still, As the two women continued to trade blows, beating mercilessly on one another's ribs, Cicilia could feel her target begin to weaken... No, her punches still came in like wrecking balls and she was still as strong as ever underneath her but her legs? Those legs that kept Cicilia pinned to the floor? Those were starting to go... Each hook to Ouka's firm, armored body stole a little strength from the cage around her waist, each blow giving the boxer a little more room to wriggle to her feet...

It must've been a full 30 seconds the two lay there just BEATING on one another, trying to get the other to yield... to BREAK... But neither would... Too invested in the fight to care, it would seem. With one mighty PUNCH, those legs finally fell away, giving the boxer the break she needed to return to the high ground! With a painful HEAVE she pushed back to her feet... only for a familiar boot to JAM into her got, forcing Cicilia to cough up a small spray of spit as she was shove back a good deal... back to the Center of the ring where this all started!

The boxer stumbled back, nearly tumbling over her own feet before she found them, a hand shooting down to massage her poor, battered body, welts and bruises starting for form where Ouka punched... Still, despite all that... The German was smiling. That truly was something impressive... This early in the match and she was already suffering visible damage... Not many women could do that. Not many SANE people could do that! Anger wasn't even a thing... Heck, she even forgot about that annoying appeal to the crowd from earlier!

"Wow... Damn you punch hard." Cicilia complimented, raising her hands once again in a grapple stance. "I wish I fought you first when I got here... Someone who can match me... Finally!"

The fans watched in awe as the two woman laid there and swung for the fences with each other, going on for much more longer than any person thought with fists slamming into their sides before they finally broke away from each other. Ouka scrambled around, sliding on her knees as she stood on one looking across to Cicilia, trying to maintain a tough look. However, with the burning pain in her side, that was quite difficult to do as her face scrunched up in pain. There weren't many women who were stubborn enough to get into a throw down like that, disregarding defense like that just to continue wailing into each other.

It brought a smile to Ouka's lips, she did enjoy meeting other hard-headed fools like she was! A bruise was forming on her ribs, no surprise with how hard Cicilia was smacking into her as she winched in pain trying to rise to her feet. "Heh! Of course, I punch hard! Have you seen these guns?" she let out, flexing her arm to show off. Although the showing was hampered as she quickly had to winch in pain on her side. "Heh, but you're not too bad yourself! Now watch me as I kick your ass!" she shouted out, her stubbornness pushing her forward as she charged at Cicilia, bracing her center to work through the pain as she leaped up to try and deliver a flying forearm, twisting her body to throw all of her weight into the Juggernaut's face!

"*Snort* Nice! Mine's bigger, though." Cicilia remarked upon Ouka showing off her guns, the Juggernaut in turn flexing her own bicep, curling an arm upwards! Her arm bulged on command, showing off all that strength hidden behind her gorgeous features, The german doing her absolute best to ignore the aching cries of her bruised upper body! Again, The boxer snorted in amusement at the girl's remark, the Redhead charging her down like a freight-train of muscle and power! What better way to answer such an attack... with something equally devastating!? On the one hand, she was doing this just out of pure fun.... On the other hand, these were the kind of matches she THRIVED in: Wars of endurance and attrition and that seemed to be exactly what Ouka was going for! Coming at her like a train about to crash into another, Cicilia couldn't help but respond in kind! While she was not as fast as the Redhead by any means, the juggernaut had been fighting stronger people all her life from the moment she'd started!

Sprinting down towards her rival, the two women practically CRASHED into one another having leapt into the air at the same time, their forearms SMASHING into oneanother's jaws with a loud *CRACK!* Cicilia's vision dulled for a moment as Ouka's forearm SLAMMED into her jaw, an attack sending her FLYING back and hitting the floor HARD on her back with a resounding *THUNK!*

The german wrestler stared up at the ceiling, sensing the tiniest trickle of red dribble down over her lip as she blinked a few dancing stars out of her eyes... Maybe... Maybe not a good idea to charge her down like that... Groaning softly, a hand immediately shot up towards her wounded jaw, the other used to push her up into a sitting position... Not a good idea... but it WAS the most fun she'd had in a while alright! Someone she couldn't just run over and was willingly standing up to her? Someone who didn't jump out of the way and, instead, met her charges head on!?

She hoped this match was a long one... Her heart had never beat this fast in the ring! ...Without her lover or her rage present!

"Uuuugh..." She groaned through clenched teeth, shoving herself back to her feet... not an easy thing to do after taking a hit like that dead on... "Fucking... ugh..." Her sanguine eyes honed in on her opponent, glaring competetively her way... As fun as it was, she was here to WIN! And she'd start... by beating the LIFE OUT OF HER! The Juggernaut charged down Ouka again, her fists a hail-storm of wild, ferocious blows, blurs of destruction raining down on the red-head in an attempt to overwhelm her, force her under her control!

Ouka seemed to have been making a friend in the ring as the two of them showed off muscles. Sure, Cicilia was the bigger girl, but Ouka thought her own were way more impressive. She would prove it along with her smarts as she leaped at Cicilia with the intention of smacking her right off of her feet and showing the Juggernaut that she could be stopped! However, her eyes widened when she saw Cicilia jumping at her too, but she had already left the mat, there was no way that she was going to stop now! The two women collided with forearms smashed into the faces as all of Ouka's momentum came to a halt as she fell backward on the mat.

Laying down, she grasped at her jaw as stopping Cicilia wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. "What are you made of...? Bricks?" she let out, rubbing at her jaw, but an opponent like this was made everything all the more rewarding when she pulled through and came out on top! She got up to a knee as she was still recovering while Cicilia had made it back to her feet. The Juggernaut came flying in with a flurry of blows, Ouka bringing up her hands to try and defend herself against the barrage. She managed to cover up against most of the blows, but there were some that punched through, smacking her in the face and shoulder and in the side where it hurt the most.

Her teeth gritted as each blow she was defending was still painful, she knew she had to do something as she would lunge in, trying to shoot past the wailing arms as she tried to tackle into Cicilia's stomach, arms wrapping around her legs as she tried to double leg takedown the Juggernaut! If she was able, she would try and start throwing in her own wild blows all over the Juggernaut where she could hit!

Cicilia bore down on Ouka with a vengeance, trying to CRUSH through her pathetic guard she raised to defend herself! Chip after chip, punch after punch, she attempted to rip her opponent apart to get at the weak, vulnerable body hidden behind. ...It wasn't easy. Of course it wasn't... Someone as tough and as strong as Cicilia herself wouldn't be suppressed by an attack like this! That didn't stop a few hits getting through, though... One slipped past her hands, bashing the redhead right in the jaw! The next pushed past her elbows to push in her belly! They didn't stay long to shove in nor were her attacks full of power but that's what she needed... to overwhelm her with a sheer NUMBER of attacks, make it hard to respond! A quick hook struck Ouka in her wounded side, another wild one coming from the opposite direction, bashing her shoulder. Ineffective, perhaps but it would leave a sore mark!

The downside to flurries, however, was that it left absolutely NO defense whatsoever to the user beyond the wall of fists they hurl. If the opponent can get past that, shove through it and shake off the attacks as many often do, then the user was left vulnerable. Such was the case with Cicilia De'Reignhardt!

Ouka ducked down low just as a fist aimed for her cheek slipped by, catching the boxer by surprise! She more fists came crashing down upon her: Head, stomach, chest, trying to stop her from getting too close but she simply shrugged them all off! Pushing past her fists (no easy feat for anyone), the Number 1 truly showed her dedication to her title, slipping down LOW and scooping up her target's legs in her arms, taking them both down to the floor once again!

"Gah!" Cicilia cried as her back met the familiar smooth ring yet again, expecting some kind of submission... NOPE! A woman after her own heart, Ouka simply hopped up, straddling the boxer as she starting raining her own fists upon her, smashing her firm, honed knuckles into Cicilia's cheek, breasts and belly before she could even raise her arms to defend herself! Once they were up, though, Ouka would find them a quite potent and relentless barrier, deflecting her fists quite handily, maybe or maybe not better than her own defense! Those punches she had landed though... they left no small impression on the Juggernaut. Her jaw ached, her chest was UNHAPPY and her belly was sore... especially her abused sides but the smile never left her lips... Competition was something she loved... Cherished. ESPECIALLY when it was on her terms!

Ouka's fist came down again mid-flurry... only to find a hand suddenly enveloping her own, fingers closing around her knuckles as an arm absorbed the shock of the blow! Cicilia had reached out and caught her fist mid attack, finally coming out of her shell to turn this around! If another fist would come down, Cicilia would reach out to grab that one too, holding her still atop her!

"Nice punches! You're almost as good as me!... Almost." Cicilia grinned, tightening and tightening her grip. "Now... here's one of mine!" Ripping a hand away from Ouka's it cocked back like the pump of a shotgun, her elbow pressed against the floor before SHOOTING up, her fist like a shell aiming to SLAM into the other woman's cheek, digging DEEP into her face!

The wrestling match was degrading more and more into a brawl as Ouka sat on Cicilia's stomach, raining blows left and right with no sense of stance as she threw them wildly at any part of Cicilia that she saw unguarded! She smashed in the face, the large tit, the shoulders, and even the stomach as she did her best to beat down and wear out the Juggernaut! On top, Ouka felt pretty great about herself as she smiled out, thinking that the match was going to go her way from this point on! "Ha! You may be the Juggernaut to every other chick in this league, but to me; you're just a-!" Ouka was letting out another mouthful to her opponent before she felt her fist being caught. Her eyes widened as she felt the powerful hand of Cicilia clamping down on her right fist!

"...Shit..." Ouka let out, all of the bluster of her mouthing had fizzled out completely as she watched in shock as Cicilia stopped her assault. In a bit of a panic, she went to throw her left hand at Cicilia's face, looking to free herself but ended up getting both of her hands caught as her offensive quickly turned sour as she tried to pull herself free from the Juggernaut's grasp but to no avail! Her eyes widening, struggling with Cicilia as she knew that shit she was in as Cicilia was refusing to let go of either of her hands! "Goddamn! Do you have vices for hands or something!?" she shouted out, impressed with the strength of the grip that Cicilia had.

Up until one hand released and shot up into her face. Impressed turned into daze as her head whipped back as a loud smack of painful flesh on flesh rang out as Ouka fell off of Cicilia, landing on her side as her vision was blurred after the vile strike! She was rocked, terribly at that as she squirmed tried to get a semblance of balance in her arms to try and push herself up, but was having great difficulty with it!

"Just a... what?" Cicilia inquired with a savage edge in her voice, taking a certain satisfaction in stopping Ouka's remark cold. What she said next only made the German smile wider as she caught her other fist, holding the redhead hostage! She waited quietly as she stared up into her rival's eyes, waited for whatever she was going to say... Nothing. Yeah... She thought so. Instead of finishing her old thought, her now captured opponent practically complained about her hands being crushed, Cicilia only snickering a that!

"Uh... Yeah. I do." She smirked before SLAMMING her fist into Ouka's jaw! Her punch seemed to send the girl reeling, rolling off to the side as she hopelessly attempted to recover from a blow such as that in a quick and timely manner. Good luck with that "number 1" because nothing human could take a punch from Cicilia and keep going just as strong! She would've thought it a surprise the girl was still able to stay up for the most part, watching the girl attempt and struggle to her feet but as she had demonstrated so far... Ouka had durability NOT to be underestimated. Nah... This was going to be normal from here on out and she would hold her opponent to these remarkable standards from the rest of the fight!

Speaking of which, Cicilia decided that she wasn't going to turn this wrestling match into a slug-fest after all... That was what the boxing ring was for... These people wanted to see MOVES, submissions, throws, kicks and stuff, not just punches! She also needed to get in the game a little, put her training in practice. She was NOT just a boxer in a wrestler's outfit! She could wrestle with the best of them! Cicilia clenched her jaw as she hopped up to her feet as Ouka still struggled getting up herself, Cicilia moving so that she stood over her, a leg on either side of her before DROPPING on her back, hoping to push her back against the floor!

Should she manage to do so, the Juggernaut would quickly hook an arm under the red-head's chin, tightening it like a noose around her neck before interlocking that arm's fingers with that of her other hand, creating a lock around her throat in an effort to cut off her air supply!

"...You may be 'Number one' to most girls." Cicilia mimicked, throwing Ouka's own insult right back at her! "But to me... You're just..."