Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ouka staggered as the fans roared out as this match was getting more and more fierce with each passing move, evident when Cicilia raised her hand up and slowly curled her hand into a fist as the feared punches of the Juggernaut was ready to claim another victim in the line of broken jaws. Ouka was coughing as her vision was woozy and shakey as her defense against the Train-Wrecker punch was severely underwhelming as the Juggernaut's fist would come crashing into her jaw! Her head snapping back, twisting from the blow as the fans cheered at the blow that was one of Cicilia's signatures, the torque in the punch and the smack that echoed out upon contact.

But there was one piece missing, usually, her opponents would crumple to the mat in a heap, with their eyes lost in the lights above as the weight of the world came crashing down on them.

Not Ouka.

Even if her head was spinning from the blow and her body joined her legs in becoming jelly-like, the redhead refused to fall as she flew back from the punch with her legs quickly trying to slide back to keep herself upright. She only did so because she fell back into the ropes, wrapping her arm around it as she fought to stay on her feet as they kept sliding out from underneath her, causing Ouka to scramble and force her body to respond while it was busy trying to comprehend what just hit her. Ouka thought she was all there from the blow, but in reality, there was very little she had there as her eyes were wandering across the shaking ring that split into threes as she stumbled down the ropes and towards the corner, her body weight guiding the rest of her body!

When the ref refused to count a single number Cicilia glanced over at her, annoyed. Why wasn't she counting....? What in the hell was she... The German froze, her eyes shooting wide as she spotted Ouka standing in her corner, wavering and struggling to stand but she was STILL IN THE FIGHT! Ouka Shumisen had survived her train-wrecker punch! No.... She didn't just survive it... She BEAT IT! Cicilia couldn't believe her eyes... This couldn't be happening! Nobody took that punch and remained conscious, let alone able to stand up on her own! Her strongest attack... her sure-fire way to drop anyone instantly... just met it's match... The Juggernaut's jaw dropped as Ouka MOVED down the ropes, struggling to keep her head up and her eyes open, to keep moving forward but somehow... SOME WAY.... she was able to push through the devastation that had struck her.

"What in the..." She whispered. Stepping back involuntarily. "How are you... You can't be... What is this...?" She couldn't even finish the thought. People have dodged her attack before... People have eluded her but taking an unstoppable force head on and managing to get up!? She was completely baffled! Despite how her punches had buckled her, Ouka just WOULDN'T go down! She just wouldn't! Ouka must've had the temperament of the most stubborn creature in existence, more stubborn than even Cicilia herself! She knew for a fact she must have broken something. If not one of her own fingers delivering that damn punch then at least her jaw! How can she keep fighting with a broken jaw!?

DAMN HER!

"Fucking hell..." She sighed heavily, forcing her nerve back into place. "Consider yourself special. You took my hardest punch and can still stand! Nobody has ever done that before." She grunted heavily, curling her aching fingers back into a fist.

" YOU'RE STILL NOT WINNING THIS!" With that declaration she charged at the wounded red-head, grabbing her hair and jerking her head up before throwing an unrelenting uppercut into Ouka's gut! She had to push out the rest of that steam! She had to quench whatever fire still burned in her! If she lost this fight now, if Cicilia dropped the ball here now that she was THIS close, she would never forgive herself!

Ouka managed to defy all odds and fight off the dangers of being knocked out as she continued to flail her arms around and show that she was still conscious! Even if her appearance said otherwise as her head was practically hanging and her body was sagging on the ropes, both of her arms slung over the top rope as her mouth was numb with pain. She didn't know the extent of the damage done to her jaw from that brutal blow, but it was definitely something bad.

But she had little time to worry about that jaw as Cicilia, who was not pleased with her surviving the blow and came charging at her as her mouth looked as if it was trying to smile, showing Cicilia that she would be laughing at her attempts to knock her out had it not done half of the job.

With Cicilia charging at her, instincts kicked in as she was pulled out of the corner by her long glorious red hair. She would've given Cicilia a mouthful for grabbing on to the most gorgeous hair in wrestling, but her mouth would not have such a bite to it at the moment. But in times of desperate needs, Ouka knew that there was always one thing she could count on to help a dire situation as adrenaline shot through her body.

Bringing her hand up, she tried to smack the hand out of her hair to try and catch Cicilia off guard before flinging her head forward, trying to smash it right into Cicilia's face!

Ouka may have not been able to speak the venom she had brewing inside due to her damaged jaw but she still somehow found the strength to give it a form in her actions instead! An ugly headbutt, hard to know if Ouka had been falling on her face first more or actually going on the attack but either way, her forehead JAMMED into Cicilia's nose as she drew in for that uppercut!

"GAAH!" She growled, the had brushed from Ouka's sanguine locks now shooting up to her wounded face! How... unfamiliar that she had become subject to one of her favorite moves. Headbutts and similar street-fighting and typically "uncouth" fighting techniques were HER thing and she didn't quite appreciate them being used on her! Her sanguine eyes glared in aggravation as she pulled her hand back, revealing a small though steady stream of red dribbling down from a dark pink-flooded nose. Her lips curled into a snarl, the German juggernaut lashed out with a powerful this-is-sparta-kick to Ouka's chest, hoping to send her tumbling out of the ring while Cicilia tended to her nose!

"D-damn it..." She cursed, blinking rather quickly as she noticed the pounding in her head, the true exhaustion brewing in her back and spreading across the rest of her... The weakness it left behind. Cicilia was actually surprised by how much energy she had lost already, staring at her shaking hands as she brought them up, her eyes trailing up the burning, near quaking arm, the one that had struck Ouka with her Train-Wrecker punch.

"I....I'm stronger than this... Why am I so tired!?" She muttered to herself, as if her body would throw an answer her way. ...It didn't. The aching only got worse with the more time she spent resting. Cicilia herself took Ouka's position leaning on the ropes (assuming she managed to kick her out of the ring) her buxom chest heaving up and down as she ran her wrist under her nose in an attempt to wipe away the blood. With her adrenaline supply running low, she was left with two options: Stay up here and buy some time... Or go on the attack now even though she's weak.

...Not really a choice when there's only 1 option.

The Juggernaut slipped under the ropes and hopped down to the outside. If Ouka was standing, her arms would shoot out to grab the red-head's shoulders, jerking her back in for a revenge headbutt, forehead to forehead! If she was on the ground, the Juggernaut would wait for her to rise, crossing her arms and tapping her sweat-coated biceps with a finger. Ouka had deserved the courtesy to LOSE on her feet.

The loud smack of head on head collision rang out as Ouka's body lurched forward, her foot having to plant itself fiercely on the mat in order to keep herself standing after that looping and chin saving headbutt that forced Cicilia to stagger backward. Her head was ringing from the brutal collisions of skulls as she had to take a step back, hand pressing against her forehead as she lowered down into a hunch, keeping herself from falling down onto the mat as she looked up through her fingers. She saw that her trusty headbutt had gotten her out of another sticky situation as her tried and true strategy of brawling showing it's roots embedded in her style!

"Heh...stronger than that huh? Guess....I'm just that strong too! Good thing too...you'd definitely be a hell of a lot harder....to beat..." she gasped out as she managed to stand straight up again along with Cicilia. However, Cicilia was just as stubborn as Ouka was, refusing to back down even for a second as she plowed her foot right into her chest with such force that it sent Ouka flying backward and falling on to the ground to roll on the outside! Although Ouka had stopped Cicilia's attack, that was by no means she was out of the woods. Her body was heavy, her head was still throbbing in pain and her chest was burning up after that brutal kick that left her breathless as she laid on the ground in a coughing fit.

"But...goddamn....do you still hurt! Ouka gasped out as she got to a knee, slapping her arm on to the apron as she pulled herself up onto her feet, slowly as Cicilia had pursued her to the outside. With two handfuls of hair she was forced to look up at the Juggernaut's face before receiving a taste of her own medicine with a headbutt! "Gah!" Ouka cried out as her head flung back on impact, stumbling backwards before collapsing onto her butt against the steel stairs as blood started to ooze out of her nose from the vile strike!

"What...? You thought this was going to get easier because of how long we've been fighting?" Cicilia huffed, heavily after knocking Ouka to the ground.

ONE!

Cicilia glanced back up at the ref who had began his out-of-bounds counting, apparently not appreciating how they had taken the fight to the outside. The German ignored his counts, shaking her head in distaste. Her red-headed rival still seemed to manage some coherence despite having her jaw smashed, despite having her nose bashed... It took a tough woman to keep speaking after all these blows... and Ouka certainly wasn't wanting in Durability.

"...You're tough, I'll give you that... But I'm tougher AND stronger than you!"

TWO!

The Juggernaut reached down to grab her opponent by the shoulders, attempting to haul her back up to her feet against the metal stairs. Ouka was bleeding from her nose now, bruised and weakened was she. It looked like Cicilia was maintaining her dominance by how many solid hits she was landing! If her opponent still wanted to be conscious by the time this match was over, she had better start throwing some hits and taking back some ground! Cicilia cocked back a fist.... but then paused, blinking in confusion as a wave of vertigo washed over her, throwing off her aim completely! The headbutt she had been struck with... it cut the German deeper than she thought... Her head started to pound, a look of uncertainty flashing across the boxer's face... before she threw a wild uppercut aimed at Ouka's belly.

THREE!

Ouka panted as she tried to get up, placing her hand on the stairs behind her as Cicilia closed in on her while the referee counting for the ring out. There was still time left and Ouka had more pressing matters to worry about as Cicila was on her with her fist cocked back and ready to throw a vile punch. However, there was a split second of hesitation from her opponent, Ouka wasn't sure if it was conscious or body related, but she was not one to let go of an opportunity when she saw one as she reached up to grab onto Cicilia's hips, pulling on the woman as she slides forward to try and force Cicilia to go face first into the stairs!

It was a dirty move, even a desperate one, but Ouka would feel pretty good about herself if she had succeeded, the meeting with steel would grant her a moment to breathe as she tended to her stomach. "Doubt it...but if you were stronger than me, then I definitely have the brains to beat you!" she would let out, smiling over at her opponent as she attempted to get up, looking to bring the pain to Cicilia as she would attempt to drive her foot into her back!

Before Cicilia could wind up her attack fully, the German was JERKED into the the steel stairs by the red-headed devil, apparently abandoning all honor by using and exploiting such a dirty trick! Her head SMACKED into the corner of the steps that would lead to the corner of the ring, The boxer completely disoriented by the blow! If that headbutt cut deep into the German's capability... edged steel to the skull would certainly go further. As such, the metal dug into the flesh of her forehead on the way down, cutting a pretty nasty gash just above her eyebrow, blood pouring out over her eye, forcing it shut!

"D-damn you..." She slurred, her thoughts fuzzy, her movements slow and and her body numb. She couldn't believe Ouka would do something so low and then JUSTIFY it as being "smart!" She didn't outsmart Cicilia... She just used tactics she thought she was above. How... annoying.

Four!

The Ref didn't stop because of the boxer's misfortune. No reason why she should. After all, low blows were still within the confines of the rules. So long as Ouka wasn't hitting her with unreasonable weaponry, she was just being a jerk and there was nothing he in the black and white stripes can do about it...

GAH! She groaned as Ouka STOMPED her into the floor, perhaps even taking a macabre pleasure in the reestablisment of her dominance... Hard to say.... Hard to tell what anything was right now.

FIVE!

The loud crash of flesh on steel rang out as Ouka pulled Cicilia into the stairs, taking advantage of the small opening in Cicilia's stance as she planted her foot into the Juggernaut and kept her on the floor as the count continued. She could've just rolled into the ring and try to win via count out that way, but Ouka didn't operate like that. If she was going to win against the Juggernaut, it was going to be by pinning her onto the mat! Reaching down to grab the shoulder and back of Cicilia's suit, Ouka heaved and pulled on the larger woman, trying to get her back up onto her feet enough to roll her into the ring.

It wouldn't be as forceful as she wanted, her own body suffering the effects of the brutal affair as she had to push Cicilia in rather than tossing her foe in as she would quickly roll in to break the count. Planning her next course of action, Ouka couldn't think of what to do next until her eyes locked on the corner that Cicilia was coincidentally next to as a smile crept on her face, standing back up and walking towards the corner as she turned to face Cicilia's laying figure.

She would begin to ascend, many of her fans noting that it was unusual for Ouka to take to the skies as she stood on the second rope, not as high as other high flyers, but it was more stable and less of a risk of falling off in her state. Smiling out, she would lift her arm to pose to the crowd before dropping the thumbs down and jumping off with her knee pointed downward, attempting to smash it into Cicilia's chest with a diving knee drop!

As if Cicilia would let herself win by a count-out! She'd have to have been half-dead or knocked out for that possibility to even come close! What a humiliating loss it would be if the Juggernaut just let herself be eliminated like that... It didn't seem Ouka was into that either, grabbing the boxer's suit and hoisting her back up into the ring, leaving the German to roll limply on her front! If there was any good way to put down Cicilia for a while, it was bashing her in the head with something harder than her skull. Not many things out there were, grant you, but the corner of solid steel steps... Yeah. She wasn't gonna be hopping to her feet any time soon. She lay there, breathing heavily, one eye staring absently up towards the ceiling while the other was clamped shut, instinctively closed with the sensation of warm blood washing over it's lid.

Her sanguine eye glanced over in the direction of Ouka, the red-headed girl as she climbed atop a nearby turnbuckle, The german staring silently as if she didn't quite comprehend what she was seeing. Her mind was so sludgy, her thoughts incomprehensible among all this white-noise... What even... Groaning softly, the juggernaut pushed herself up on her elbows, a wave of dizziness immediately flooding her head as if it were waiting for her to try!

...And it was as if Ouka were too...

The instant Cicilia attempted to get back to where she was strongest, on her feet, the Redhead came down like the spear of god, her knee the point that would DRIVE right into Cicilia's chest, well aimed between her two breasts!

"GUUUKKK!" She coughed heavily, instinctively rolling over on her front, her hands sluggishly shooting up to her wounded chest. Her fingers rubbed the point of impact as she scrunched up on the floor, pushing herself up so that she rested on her knees, her forehead pressed against the floor as she sucked in shallow breath after shallow breath. How could things have turned so quickly! She couldn't believe it! Where was this strength coming from...? Had Ouka been toying with her all along??

"D....Guh..." She coughed, trying to speak. "D-damn it..."