Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ouka knew she was in the danger the second she felt her body being loopy as she didn't know when it would end. The ring, the crowd, and the world felt like it was all spinning around her as she tried to get her hands and knees underneath her so that she could stabilize the spinning world. However, she was not going to have that amount of rest as Cicilia came crashing down on her back, slamming her right back down as all of her breath came flushing out of her lungs! Coughing out violently for air, Ouka tried to squirm out from underneath, but Cicilia was already wrapping her powerful arm around her neck as Ouka's eyes widened.

Arched back as Cicilia wrapped on a tight sleeper, her hand quickly shot up to grab on the arm, trying to pull on it and free her neck if even by an inch or two! But the arm was tightly secured, Ouka started gagging for air. As stubborn and hard-headed she was, Ouka knew that she needed air in order to do anything unless she wanted to be put to sleep. She growled out as she heard Cicilia speaking out, reflecting her words from moments ago now that things were shifted around as she gagged.

A little desperate and not wanting to be on the losing end in such a way, Ouka's hand shot out as she tried to grab Cicilia by the nose, squeezing it as hard as she could before pulling it forward to try and force Cicilia to roll forward to try and free herself from the stranglehold! It wasn't the most ingenious thing that Ouka could think of, but she definitely thought it would be if she could free herself and gasp for air!

"...You're just a..." Cicilia didn't make it farther than that. Ouka had been getting desperate, the firm built collar around her neck cutting off valuable air. The German knew just how debilitating it was to not have the ability to breath... how scary the speed in which it drained your vast amounts of power. That's exactly what she intended to do to her rival... Use what weaknesses she herself had upon the woman who seemed to mirror her in nearly every fighting respect! If she had her strengths... She must've suffered from her weaknesses too! It would seem that way as Ouka began to thrash and claw at her captor's harms, Cicilia gritting her teeth in effort to keep her lock solid... It wasn't easy... but the collar stayed, continuing to sap her strength...

Hearing the boxer speak seemed to trigger a new strength in the red-head however, a desperate feral strength that would power her release! Ouka's hand flailed around wildly near Cicilia's face, grabbing at anything it could snatch! Hair, cheeks... It eventually managed to get it's fingers around her nose... Exactly what it was looking for. Clenching tight, instinct itself DEMANDED Cicilia free herself... and she had no choice to obey! She wasn't going to break her own nose just to choke Ouka out! That would be STUPID! Letting out a surprised snarl, Cicilia's hands instantly shooting up to her face to pry off Ouka's fingers...

But her opponent was faster in her escape! Sensing the lack of pressure around her wind-pipe, the first thing the "#1" wrestler did was FLEE, letting go of Cicilia and rolling away hastily, gasping for breath! The German did not pursue... Not readily. She was too busy gently massaging the pain out of her poor abused nostrils! She glared at Ouka quietly, her sanguine eyes ablaze as she slowly got to her feet once more...

Ouka managed to free herself with an out of the norm tactic as she grabbed onto Cicilia's nose, pulling on it as it gave her the leverage needed to roll the Juggernaut off of her and freed her neck as she began coughing out quickly with her hand pressed around her throat. How quickly things began to look grim for her when Cicilia got onto her back, she was actually worried that things would've gone quickly south if she had allowed Cicilia to stay on top of her. Wheezing and coughing she managed to find enough air to talk, "Holy...! Shit...! What are you trying to do...? Kill me?!" she hacked with each word, her face not twisted in anger but whimsical relief after getting Cicilia off of her.

The Juggernaut was right to be feared, Ouka learning that not only was she a violently hard striker but she definitely didn't waste any time to win. In a way, Ouka respected that even if they were on the opposite ends of the ring as she began to rise up. But just because her opponent was dangerous, didn't dissuade Ouka's belief in her absolute truth that she was going to find a way to overcome, even if defeat was but a jaw's length away from claiming her. That was the nature of the beast and the thrill of wrestling to her as her smile returned.

"Well then, looks like I have to get a little bit more rough with you!" she let out, standing on her feet as her body was already aching from the hard-hitting affair that was bound to get even more so as Ouka brought her fists up, looking to engage Cicilia once again!

"What were YOU trying to do!?" Cicilia fired back, a hand still protectively covering her nose. "Disfigure me!?" The german cringed to think what Sayumi would say when she came back home one day with a broken nose, her features ruined. One might not think it given her personality but she took pride in her natural beauty. Yeah, she wasn't the most beautiful out there, not the most physically gifted but what she did have... she'd rather not have destroyed.

Together, the two women slowly climbed to their feet, cautious of one another. Ouka slowly took her hands away from her throat, air returning to her once again, Cicilia's away from her face, more than ready to finish what she started. The two of them raised their fists in sync with one another, the tension between them growing thick... If she had let that woman tamper with her face for a moment longer... then it probably would've been mangled beyond repair! That strength, she could respect as desperate as it was... So close had she come to sustaining possibly fight-ending damage, her heart was beating hard in her chest! The German was smiling widely, even so, feeling invigorated by this near-loss experience! It was like a breath of fresh air in a way!

Cicilia charged in like the feared Juggernaut she was, living by the warrior's heart that rested in her chest! Battle awaited and for once it wasn't a grudge-match! No WAY was she going to let this moment of peace last! Something new this time... Ouka was probably expecting some kind of punch because... you know... that's about all they did from the start of this match! If it wasn't obvious already, the Juggernaut had already established her point of comfort and so... she needed to venture outside of it to catch her red-headed mirror off-guard! How so...?

The Juggernaut charged down the opposing woman like a freight-train, leveling her body and tucking her head in like a football player going in for a tackle! She intended to SPEAR the HELL out of Ouka but she wasn't just going to drive her into the ground... No, she would wrap her arms around her the instant they connected, carrying the smaller woman ALL the way back to the turnbuckle before RUNNING her into it, impaling her between her shoulder and the wall!

"Pfffffff! I wasn't going to break your nose! What do you take me for, some kind of psycho!?" Ouka shouted out angrily, she took the implied slander on her good name. She wasn't out to mangle her opponents, although if they let her womanhandle them and show off her amazing talents, she would not put up an argument. Of course, womanhandling Cicilia was going to be a heavy task if even accomplishable at all!

She stood across of Cicilia, ready to start throwing down again before her eyes widened in shock as the Juggernaut came rushing at her! The acceleration of the woman caught Ouka by surprise as she saw the Juggernaut tucking in before spearing her right into the stomach! "GUUUUUH!" Ouka let out, the shoulder slamming into her stomach knocking the wind out of her as she folded against Cicilia. But that wasn't it, Cicilia lifted Ouka up and started carrying her all the way towards the corner as Ouka had little time to defend herself as she slammed against the buckles! Her stomach and ribs felt like they were about to cave in Whipping back, arms flinging back and over the top rope.

Coughing violently as she hunched over, keeping herself hung with the ropes as she clenched one of her eyes tightly in pain as she tried to think what just happened as their deadlock was finally broken!

How tempting would it be for Cicilia to explain her story, how just about every woman she's ever fought had been a complete lunatic. She could feel the words start to rise in her throat, a protest to the accusation... But she instead chose to swallow it and keep it down. There was no need for Ouka to be aware of her plight. It wouldn't do them both any good... perhaps even push the red-head away. No... it was probably the best move to let that she let the moment pass... Save them some personal grief after the match.

Speaking of which, Cicilia's charge into her Red-headed rival was MORE than successful! Not only did she SLAM her shoulder into her gut, but managed to successfully haul her all the way to the corner of the ring, CRUSHING her between the metal post and the shoulder that dug into her! The sound that came out of her almost made the boxer pity her... She sounded like her body was collapsing from within! She ALMOST pitied her... but not quite. Yeah, it hurt but if she was going to be a worthy opponent, she had to suck it up and fight back! She had to use that pain and make it a crushing strength instead of a debilitating weakness! It was a tough lesson to learn... Brutal... bloody but this would only benefit Ouka against someone that was equal or stronger than her!

...A lesson she was not yet willing or able to learn.

Cicilia retracted herself slowly, slamming a fist into her palm as a sharp smile spread across her lips! Oh the satisfaction of bringing someone to the spot they were in most trouble. No room to run... No strength to fight. Ouka was in the worst position she could've let herself get to. A soft series of *cracks* could be heard as the german popped her knuckles before swapping hands and repeating the process, standing over the winded woman with a haunting eye.

"Heh... Better hope you're as tough as I think you are." Cicilia mumbled as she cocked back a fist. "Because if not... This is really going to hurt." No sooner than she finished that sentence, her fist would shoot UP at Ouka's gut, her knuckles grinding deep into her abs! With a heavy grunt, the boxer would adjust her fist slightly, angle it further upwards before ripping it up OUT of her belly and up her chest, SLAMMING into her chin and knocking the coherent thought out of her!

Ouka coughed as she hunched forward out of the corner, hanging off of the ropes as she tried to recover from that brutal spear that almost smashed her into smithereens as Cicilia straightened up and was ready to start beating on her in this dangerous position as Ouka saw the fist flying into her stomach. Her eyes widened as the fist hit like a ton of bricks, almost lifting her off of the mat as she gritted her teeth. She felt the fist trying to push up her stomach and pull out of her body for that extra damage when it crashed into her chin, but Ouka knew a thing or two about brawling and none of it made sense to anyone else. She would hunch forward, leaning all of her body weight onto Cicilia's fist to stop it in place against her stomach and not allowing it to fling up into her chin as more spit flew out of her mouth with her groaning and cries of pain as she wrapped her arms around it!

"Oh...shiiiit! That....did fucking hurt!"

Ouka coughed out as she gasped and moaned as she pushed into that arm, trying to push herself out of the corner as she showed just how stubborn and gutsy she was! With a smile on her face, she would yank the hand down to try and throw the arm out as she whipped back, trying to headbutt with the back of her head into Cicilia's chin to stagger her! Her own body would be staggered as she stumbled back into the corner as she attempted to hook her arms into the top ropes, lifting both of her feet up to try and slam them into Cicilia's chest!

Cicilia blinked as Ouka actually spoke after being hit with such an uppercut! Her body folded over her fist, smothering it in her abs, unintentionally (or intentionally) preventing the boxer from following through with her upper-cut to her jaw! Instead, the German held her ground, grinding her knuckles deeper and deeper into her belly, letting her guts burn in protest, her lungs shrivel up.

"I'm honestly surprised you can still speak..." Cicilia pondered curiously, the malicious edge in her smile replaced with an impressed glow. "Nobody could even stand after that... You're really someth-" *CRACK!* Ouka's forehead SLAMMED into Cicilia's jaw, striking the boxer with enough force to shock her out of any confidence she might've held! The blow stunned her, really, the Juggernaut standing there, wide-eyed, dumb, her once mighty fist unfurling into a hand that shot up to cradle her face! It was throbbing... pulsing as such that it arched up along her jaw-line and into her temple, her mind FLOODED with white-noise and static! The German reeled back groaning in pain... Well... Until Ouka, with her incredible resiliency after being punched, shot herself upwards on the ropes with an incredible display of strength and dextarity! The stunned Juggernaut didn't have a chance in hell of defending herself as the Red-headed wrester's feet shot out like twin-battering rams, each slamming into a (admittably large target) breast!

"GWWAH!" She hollered  as she was SHOVED back harshly, the boxer stumbling step after step, backwards... until she lost her balance and fell rather disgracefully on her butt! Now it was not only her jaw that throbbed but her boobs as well! Ouka's aim had been dead on, her heels striking DEAD center where her nipples had rested, hidden behind a thin and ultimately useless bulwark of fabric. The Juggernaut's momentum had been broken and, as such, she was at her most vulnerable. She growled in frustration, angered that she had let herself get caught off guard. She tried to push herself back up... but her movements were slow... slower than normal, giving Ouka a ripe-ol' chance to dole out some vengeance!

Shoving with all of those muscles in her legs, Ouka managed to kick back Cicilia as she expected the dazed Juggernaut to go flying off of her feet! However, Ouka was shooting for the stars with that kind of showing and all she could achieve was getting Cicilia to stagger backward before falling down on her butt. Not the most glorious of showing, but it still got what Ouka wanted as she laid back against the corner, grasping at her stomach as she coughed out for air as her head was spinning from the collisions of skulls, but with a balancing point to lean back against she managed to find her stability much more quickly. She knew that she had to take advantage now that Cicilia was off of her feet, now was the chance to start pushing the momentum into her favor!

"Ha...! Bet you're really surprised now! And just for the record, I'm not really something. I'm Ouka Shumisen dammit!" she roared out with pride as she was ready to fight Cicilia again!

Pushing off of the turnbuckle, she ran at Cicilia to quickly close the gap between them as she smiled out, racing towards Cicila as she left her feet! Twisting her body up into the air as she pulled back her elbow, she attempted to fly right into Cicilia by throwing her forearm into her face! It was a move that her rival Belinda did a lot, but more along the lines of jumping off of the top rope and gaining much more impact and velocity behind it. But despite all of that, Ouka wanted to show that she could do anything that her rival could do, but even better.

But that didn't mean she took her eye off of Cicilia. She knew that the Juggernaut was going to make her pay, even without a distraction. This task was going to take a lot of grit to get through, and Ouka was all the more willing to throw anything she could think of that would help her in bringing down the woman!

Oh, whatever. Enough of these compliments. Cicilia couldn't come up with a viable counter appropriate to the situation anyway. "No... You're dead" or "No, you're an idiot" just didn't work here. She had too much respect for Ouka to mudsling! So... For once, the Juggernaut kept her trap shut and just focused on getting to her feet... Getting right back up... into a flying forearm! Ouka's attack snapped HARD into the boxer's jaw, perhaps one of the hardest hits she's taken in her fighting career! When she was just up on one knee, The red-head came FLYING at her, SMASHING the German across the face with her forearm, dropping her RIGHT back down to the mat faster than one could blink! Cicilia SLAMMED into the floor with a loud CRASH, the world around her starting to swim as she took a second to stare up into the ceiling...

NNNGH!... Damn it... She thought to herself as the Juggernaut FORCED herself back up, stumbling back to her feet in an uneven and admitably uneasy stance. The hell are you DOING!? She's a threat! Take her down first and be friends later! She nearly stumbled over her own feet forcing herself back up, the sanguine eyed wrestler charging down Ouka again! She wasn't going to stay down... not for long! Even after a hit that knocked a bit of composure out of her, the Juggernaut would NOT stay down for long! Cicilia ran right at her opponent, arm outstretched in a scythe-of-a-clothesline, intending to level her to the ground JUST as she had been before!

...However... Cicilia was slow... Slow and clumsy. She had not quite yet recovered from that flying forearm and, as such, was not at her best! Her form had holes, steps slightly off-center but the arm that aimed at Ouka's neck... it wasn't any less dangerous! It cut across the air like a blade of pain! Only if Ouka could dodge it would she be spared the knock-down!