Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ouka crashed into Cicilia as she took her down to the mat, twisting with all of her body into the blow as the two crashed into the mat. Ouka rolled off as she got to her knees and was about to follow up on her forearm. However, she turned to the side and saw that Cicilia was already getting to her feet! Her eyes widened as she knew that Cicilia was tough, but this was something else! Even if she was staggering and stumbling, it was something to see as Ouka quickly got to her feet as Cicilia lunged at her, arm over her head with what looked like a crushing blow. But the attack was slow and easy to gauge as Ouka quickly ducked underneath the blow, stepping away from Cicilia as she roared over her as she readied her arm.

Spinning around as she planted her foot on the mat, Ouka twisted around to try and gather all of the strength she could into her arm as she tried to match Cicilia and do her one better with her own clothesline! However, she would not stop with a half rotation, spinning a full circle for a strong Discus Clothesline! She knew that she didn't have the mass and superior natural strength that Cicilia had, but she could make up for it with velocity as she twisted, swinging her arm at Cicilia and trying to smash it into her chest when she turned around!

Cicilia's attack was met with a rather simple dodge, her opponent simply ducking under her flimsy attempt at a clothesline in preparation for an attack of her own! The German hissed in frustration, Stamping a foot HARD into the floor so that she didn't simply stumble past her rival, making her stand HERE, where they were close! She wasn't going to just let Ouka control her or where she went! Yeah, she hit hard but Cicilia was stronger and more durable! She would take control if she had to beat it out of her! It seemed the feeling was mutual, however as Ouka whirled around like a hurricane of muscle, SLAMMING her arm and SMASHING it into Cicilia's chest!

"GGGGHK!" She growled, feeling all that power SHOVE against her upper body, tempting and persuading it to give! ... And it did... a Little... Cicilia had leaned into the blow, trying to make it has hard as possible for Ouka to knock her over! She dug in her heels, forced herself down but even so... The Juggernaut was forced to take a step back to prevent herself from falling! Needless to say, Cicilia was NOT at all happy with the abuse her chest was getting in this fight! First a pair of boots digging into them and now Ouka thing to shove them in with a discus clothesline!? The German's eyes glowed with outrage as the pain flooded through her tender breasts. Cicilia had made it a habit to not target there, knowing just how painful it could be. Now that she had a girlfriend, she had an EXTRA reason to keep them protected... A reason that didn't mean enough to her apparently considering the results of her defense!

Frustrated that Ouka was gaining an edge, Cicilia's fist suddenly shot out in a jab made for Ouka's cheek, nothing too powerful but enough to force her defense back up! Cicilia needed to dominate this fight, hold her down in a position she couldn't easily fight back from. The red-headed number-1 was fast, strong AND durable and that gave her an edge! They were too close in strength judging by their test of from earlier and close in durability given how many of Cicilia's own hits Ouka had taken and countered from but speed...? The difference was too great!

Cicilia lashed out with another jab... another... Before suddenly dipping low to deliver an uppercut STRAIGHT to Ouka's gut, intent on wearing that one part of her down! She needed to cripple her performance, deter Ouka from moving fast... Waves of gut-wrenching nausea seemed like a good plan!... But a predictable one... Anyone who had been paying attention could tell the Red-head hadn't just been able to brush off that punch in and spear into the turnbuckle from earlier... That weakness (as minute as it may have been) displayed her belly with a big red target!... Now would it be Ouka's undoing... or her attacker's?

Smashing into Cicilia, and with smashing being the exclamation, Ouka had slammed into Cicilia with all of the force and power she could muster as her arm crashed into Cicilia's chest with the intention of blasting her off of her feet. However, another showing of why Cicilia was known as the Juggernaut was put on display as with all of the force and momentum in her Discus Clothesline being held back by the powerful upper strength of her opponent! She felt some give in Cicilia's body as she took a step back as the arm smushed in that impressive rack that Ouka would've have been a little shamed by the size...if she wasn't her.

But now wasn't the time to question who had the better womanly assets, Ouka had a much more pressing matter to worry about as Cicilia was still standing! Her eyes widened, there weren't many women who could do such a feat. Her own arm was stinging from the contact with the firm and powerful muscles of Cicilia as she had to shake her arm to get feeling back into it as she took a step back, a brief moment of hesitation of what to do next.

But it was only a brief moment. She had no time for hesitation as the Juggernaut moved in again.

Arm tucked, Ouka knew that the most likely place Cicilia was going to strike was her stomach, the red welt from the amount of beating that Cicilia gave her on it was as effective as a bullseye. But as helpful as it was for Cicilia, it gave Ouka an indication of where it was going to strike as Ouka twisted to avoid the hit. Stepping closer to Cicilia, Ouka attempted to wrap her arms around the neck and head of Cicilia while thrusting her hips back to try and take down Cicilia with a headlock takeover to show that she wasn't just a brawler!

Ouka seemed to avoid the Juggernaut's jabs without very much trouble, slipping and sliding around them with remarkable grace! Someone in such a thuggish uniform and with comparable strength to her was slipping around her punches like THAT!? What else was she holding back from her!? Cicilia was starting to think Ouka hadn't been going all out since the start if she could pull off stuff like that! It might've just been a coincidence... It might've just been an impulse but the the German slugger would be suspicious from now on!

Not one to completely abandon a well-formulated plan, Cicilia's fist shot out towards the red-head's stomach despite the set-up before hand not quite going through the way she had envisioned it... And just like her broken plan and similar to the last couple punches, Ouka had proven she could do more than just stand toe-to-toe in a fight against a slugger like her: She could outmanuver her! Stepping to the side and inward past the German's punch, she managed to SNATCH the boxer's head out of the air, Taking it under her arm and LOCKING it there firmly! If that wasn't enough, she THRUST her rear hard into the boxer's pelvis, pushing her off the ground with an uncomfortable amount of force and, in one swift movement, the boxer was ONCE AGAIN taken off her feet and SLAMMED into the ground!

"GAAHGH!" She coughed as she impacted with the ring floor, a new vice clamped FIRMLY around her neck! She couldn't help but feel the VENGEANCE in the read-head's grip, a response to the choke she put her in earlier in the match! The grip was iron, like a bear-trap clamping down on her windpipe and the only thought that plagued her mind was...

Yeah... I deserve that...

"GGGFFF... Damn... Fuuu...." She cursed, trying to wedge her fingers under Ouka's arm and PRY some space between her vulnerable neck and her opponent's arm! "Let.... go... of... me!"

As much as Ouka wanted to prove that she could out punch Cicilia, the weight and power behind each of those fists proved otherwise. Ouka was sure that she could, but she would have to exert a lot of her energy to do so and against Cicilia that was not possible. But there was more than one way to show off how great she was, showing her technical skills as she managed to take down her larger opponent using her momentum against her and that awesome body, thrusting her butt back as she hip tossed Cicilia over and followed her to the ground for a side grounded headlock! Grasping her hands to keep the headlock tight and firm against Cicilia's head.

She smiled out as she felt really proud of herself for pulling off such a feat and she would've pat herself on the back if she wasn't dealing with holding down an angry Juggernaut as Cicilia's hands slipped between her arm and the head. Ouka had to exert herself just to keep the arm wrapped around Cicilia and even then it was forced off an inch or two, weakening her hold as she gritted her teeth. Even when Cicilia was on her back, the Juggernaut had plenty of power to hold herself from being overwhelmed as Ouka tried her best to use her weight on top to her advantage, leaning into Cicilia to place more pressure on the headlock.

However, even with her weight, Cicilia was still fending off her attempts as she gritted her teeth, growling out as her arm was beginning to part! "Da..damn you! Just....stay...down!"

Cicilia pried her fingers deep between Ouka arm and her neck and was rewarded for her conviction! Slowly, inch by bloody inch she ripped the choke-hold from her neck, gasping and sputtering her breath as she pulled and pulled harder! With this surge of fresh (if sweaty) air, the Juggernaut felt a new surge of conviction wash over her! Her grip tightened, her fingers pressing HARD into Ouka's skin as her sanguine eyes glared back over her shoulder at the woman who fought her EVERY. BLOODY. BIT OF DISTANCE!

"N-NO!" Cicilia roared in defiance! "I WON'T... GIVE UP!" The motto of a Juggernaut, a true fighter where surrender WASN'T AN OPTION! She would fight until her mind left her, until both her legs were broken and even then, she would crawl towards them with a vengeance! When her arms were broken, she would bite and tear! And when her jaw was taken out... She would stare and think thoughts that would singe the hair off your eyebrows! She was determined to beat Ouka and bring her down! Not because she held a grudge but because she DIDN'T! This was about a battle of wills, of skill of STRENGTH and damn it if she'd be beaten in any of those!

"G-GET... OF ME!" She snarled, finally having pulled enough of the red-head's arm away to pull her head out from within it's grasp! Suddenly, Cicilia would spin around, lashing out with a quick kick to her opponent's gut, her boot aiming to DIG deep within and take out some of her target's breath in retaliation! Gasping for air herself, Cicilia would scramble away a good bit, clutching at her throat as she glared at her opponent...

Fucking... If I was just a little weaker... That would've been it... DAMN IT! How can it be this close? How hard did she hit me...? How strong is she really???

Ouka had never had to fight this much for a simple headlock that it had gone way past the point of being beneficial. But the stubborn redhead refused to back off, the more that Cicilia fought against her headlock, she wanted to tighten like an anaconda around the head to squeeze the fight right out of her! Unfortunately for her, it was not as easy nor as glorious as she saw in her mind as her arms were losing more and more ground against the Juggernaut as Cicilia was gaining more and more ground in the hold, twisting her body and burying her foot into her stomach as Ouka's eyes widened as she spat out, forcing to release the head and roll away from Cicilia.

Coughing as she had a hand on her stomach, the bruised torso was not holding up well against more strikes, especially one she didn't see coming. Gritting her teeth, she was beginning to get more and more frustrated with the stubbornness of her opponent, even if it was something she would do herself. "My god...! It was just a headlock! Why did you fight so hard?!" she shouted out, exasperated at the Juggernaut's struggling as she attempted to rise to her feet, wincing in pain as the stomach was burning from the kick, slowing her ascent up to her feet as a neutral ground was reached between the two!

"Oh my god... STOP COMPLAINING!" Cicilia growled as the two woman rose to their feet, slowly, shakily, cautious of each-other. It was really starting to get OLD that the red-head was questioning her moves of strength, how she was able to wrench herself free of that hold! The answer was obvious: She was fucking stronger, so she didn't bother to explain. It did not matter if it was a Boston Crab or a head-lock! The Juggernaut would tear herself free and show off her superior strength and ability to her opponents with GUSTO! That being said, the fight had started to take a tole on her and it wasn't an unreasonable question to ask WHY she fought her so hard. In a purely practical sense, Cicilia probably wasted more energy ripping off the chains that bound her than it would take to scramble to the ropes and find a way out that way.

The answer... the why of it was that Cicilia wanted to show off... basically. She wanted to show Ouka how much WEAKER she was! Make a point! Send a message! That seemed to be what the Juggernaut dealt in her fights almost as much as her punches.

"Because I DID! You got a problem with that, red-hair!?" She growled, ignoring how heavy her arms were starting to feel as she raised them back up. She locked them in front of her, fingers curled into fists as she took on a boxing stance, tired of masqerading as something she clearly wasn't. Cicilia could practice her actual wrestling skill on the small-fry she would inevitably be dealt. Trying to wrestle Ouka proved to be nothing but trouble... And so... She would go back to her roots, where she was at her strongest.

"Stop talking and start swinging!" The Juggernaut demanded as she charged at her opponent, sending a blistering hook at her ribs followed by a straight to her jaw! She wanted to rock Ouka's world, send her reeling! There was certainly enough force in her blows to do that but she had to sacrifice some speed.

Ouka understood the simple response from her opponent, it did not clear the scowl on her face knowing that this woman was much stronger than she wanted to believe. The muscles in her arms were strained from fighting to keep that headlock on due to her stubborn will to keep her Juggernaut foe down as they stood across from each other. It was definitely going to be tough going at the Juggernaut head first as she assumed a boxing stance, Ouka was sure that it was going to enhance her striking ability. But she was not one to back down. Never at any obstacle was she going to choose retreat over hard earn victory!

Gritting her teeth as Cicilia roared at her, Ouka let out a roar herself. "FINE THEN! You want it! Then come! And! Get it!" she screamed out as she challenged the Juggernaut to come at her. The Juggernaut came at her, Ouka standing her ground as she wanted to show off that she was THE Best at whatever she wanted, which in this case was to tank whatever it was that Cicilia was going to throw at her.

The fist smashed into her ribs, Ouka's eyes widening as she forgot that her stomach was a clear target for the Juggernaut in her bravado as she immediately hunched over, wrapping her arms around her stomach as she lowered her head down right into the fist of Cicilia! A loud smack that rang out painfully throughout the arena as Ouka's head snapped back, her eyes looking lost as her legs stamped around the ring, trying to keep her loopy body up as she stumbled and almost flopped forward as she fought to keep her balance!

Cicilia's punches both buckled and knocked Ouka senseless as the redhead stumbled backwards around the ring, desperate to regain her footing. The German almost felt bad for her, pitying her floppy, marionette-like movements... So weak and vulnerable. She almost pitied her. Almost. The rest of her looked upon her opponent with eager opportunity. Her guard was in shambles, the girl could barely remain on her feet, it was time to end this! The Red-head had put up a great fight, something Cicilia would remember and look back fondly upon. And hey... who knew? Maybe they'd fight each-other again soon! She would look forward to that day. For now, though...

The Juggernaut raised an open palm above her head, showing the audience as each finger curled inward one by one, locking into a hammer-like fist as she brought it down and cocked it back near her head. The crowd cheered  Power and energy pooled into her arm muscles, swelling them and bulking them to contain the raw strength! Her eyes locked onto that jaw of hers, already weakened by that strike across it. This blow would finish it... Once it was prepared properly, nobody could stand up to it. Granted, that would take a moment or two to gather all that knock-out strength, the kind that would smash the jaw of the strongest MALE boxers. She had fought a few back in the homeland and had honed this technique for that very purpose... Now she would use it on Ouka... End this fight. Hopefully her red-headed rival remained loopy and out of it throughout the charging process. It could be so annoying to hit a moving target...

"Eat this, Ouka!" She declared, stepping into her strike! With a loud ROAR, Cicilia unleashed her Train-wrecker punch, her fist coming in like the presence of death itself! Faster than any strike the German could ever produce, stronger than any blow she had ever taken, Cicilia unleashed a straight powerful enough to crush through anything! If her blow connected, it would DRILL into Ouka's jaw, blasting her with every ounce of strength Cicilia could channel! At the VERY least it would send her opponent FLYING across the ring and, at most, possibly break her face in several places! She should consider it an HONOR to be hit by this attack! Hardly anybody was worth it's full force and NOBODY got up from it.

Should this attack hit, Cicilia would turn around and look at the ref, gesturing with a nod over her shoulder. She would cross her arms, hissing as the pain of throwing a punch that powerful BURNED through her arm... and the agony of her knuckles smashing against someone's face that hard cut into her.

"This match is over. Start counting."