Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ouka flew down from the second turnbuckle as she rammed her knee right into Cicilia's chest, pushing all of her weight down into the chest before springing off of the Juggernaut. She was sure that she wowed a lot of the crowd with her 'peerless' aerial maneuver as she stood on her knees, looking at the damage she left on Cicilia as the Juggernaut was on her front with her forehead driven into the mat. Ouka was relieved of the outcome, she would've really worried if the Juggernaut was able to shrug that off, but as it goes to show that even the strongest would have trouble fighting if their breathing was hampered. And a well-placed knee with all of Ouka's weight certainly did the job as she turned around on her knees to slide towards Cicilia.

Reaching over to grab onto the hip and shoulder of Cicilia, Ouka attempted to roll over the larger German onto her back where she would plop herself down onto her opponent, wrapping an arm around the head and leg of Cicilia to fold her up into a pin!

"ONE!"

Cicilia groaned loudly as Ouka flipped her on her back and fell upon her, the German reacting much slower than normal. Fucking hell, she couldn't breath... Her strength was drained... She probably shouldn't have been surprised... Ouka had been able to match her for FAR longer than anyone else in a test of strength so it only made sense she'd hit as hard as she could! Add that with the force of gravity being driven into her chest through the point of that woman's knee and... well... Nobody was getting up from that immediately.

TWO!

Except for Cicilia De'Reignhardt! Before the ref could even raise their hand back up to prepare for the third count, Cicilia bucked her chest up and throw down her leg, breaking the pin Ouka had set upon her! Cicilia gasped for breath for a second... two... before grabbing the red-head's shoulder and pushing her off! Their bodies coated in sweat glimmered under the intense lights above, the twin fighters growing exhausted with this long, brutal battle between them. Cicilia rolled herself back onto her belly, her hands pressing down hard against the floor of ring, slowly, shakily managing to rise up to her feet. She wasn't used to this... Girls that could fight her so evenly, match her savagery so well... Everyone was either quicker than her, more skilled or some sort of grappler but Ouka... She was a woman after her own heart! It was like fighting a slightly weaker red-headed reflection of herself... What she'd give for a training-partner like that...

"Gggggrrrrr..." Cicilia growled as she forced herself back up, grinding against the crushing feeling in her chest, the gash across her forehead... She focused entirely on the exhilaration she felt battling someone so strong... The German would lunge for her opponent, throwing a bashing straight dead-on towards Ouka's cheek, attempting to make her PAY for that last move! It was simple... but so was Cicilia. She was who she was... and that was a steam-roller!

"I won't lose.... Not to you!" Cicilia roared as her fist rocketed towards it's target!

Ouka thought that her knee from the second rope was enough to keep Cicilia down for the three count, if only by the slightest of hairs. But she was proven to be wrong as Cicilia forced herself up from the ground, shoving Ouka off of her as the redhead ended up on her butt with a shocked look on her face. She couldn't believe it! Her aerial attack wasn't enough to put away Cicilia! Not that it did anyone else on her record, but still!

She placed her hands on her sweaty face, panting out for air as she was running out of options. She did have her Ouka Bombs, all three versions of them but if one of them failed to connect, especially in this brutal affair she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to recover from it as she began to make her way to her feet. But through the hardships of putting down the Juggernaut, she couldn't help but feel respect for the powerful opponent, even if Ouka was going to beat her, she had to admit she had given a tough fight that Ouka gave her credit for! Behind her, Cicilia was also making her stride back to a standing base as Ouka turned around to face her, lifting up her arm to deliver a hard forearm shot!

However, Cicilia was quicker on the draw, her fist flying into her face and smashing into her cheek as Ouka's entire body jerked from the hit! Wobbly on her feet, Ouka teetered on her feet looking as if she was going to fall over but managed to take a step forward. And then another as it looked like she was fine despite the massive blow to her face as she even had a cocky smirk on her face.

But as it would turn out, the smirk was only a by-product of getting smacked silly by the obscene amount of power that Cicilia had as Ouka's eyes rolled up and crashed forward, collapsing into the mat with a thud!

It looked as if Ouka was attempting some kind of counter attack, a fore-arm strike but Cicilia's fist connected with her face first! It looked as if the Red-head would fall, taking a shaky step and falling back a tad... before forcing herself forward on her front foot instead, a cocky-ass grin on her face! The German grunted as she shifted back into a shallow mockery of her boxing stance, exasperated that Ouka kept taking hits like this! First she takes a fully-charged train-wrecker punch... then she manages to turn the match her way and NOW taking another blast to her chin!? The hell was this girl made of...?

Apparently nothing out of the ordinary because her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body giving out at last as she fell to the floor. Cicilia blinked, surprised by this delayed knock-out... Huh. That's never happened before. She looked down at the red-head who had given her so much trouble, who had fought her for every damn inch of this ring and managed to push her back even! A small, exhausted grin curled up on the boxer's lips, more than happy to have fought her.

Cicilia would kneel down beside Ouka, flipping her over on her back before practically *FLOPPING* on top of her in a basic cover-up. She didn't have the energy or the patience to go for anything more complicated. Sweat beaded down the boxer's skin as she pressed herself against Ouka, feeling nothing but satisfied from their fight.

ONE! The ref counted, slamming their hand against the mat.

The delayed reaction of getting blasted in the face shocked everyone momentarily, thinking that Ouka was able to take another violent blow from the almighty Juggernaut, but she showed that even her tough chin and thick skull had a limit as she laid on her front with heavy breaths as Cicilia flipped her over onto her back, her arm flopping down on the mat like a loose noodle as Cicilia came crashing down on her for the pin!

The weight of Cicilia's deadweight laying down on her made it much more difficult for Ouka to breathe than it was in her dazed state as the referee began counting. The first count there was no signs of movement from Ouka besides her heavy breathing, her eyes closed as she laid in the mat, sweating as it stained the mat as the referee raised up and down for another count!

"TWO!"

Just as this was in the bag, Ouka's body would jerk to the side as her arm shot off of the mat, trying to force her shoulder up off of it as life shot back into her!

"Damn you..." Cicilia hissed as Ouka forced herself out of the German's pin, raising an arm up to break it! How much more was she going to take...? This was just getting damn stupid... She stared down at her red-headed rival as her... what... 3rd... 4th wind rushed through her veins, something within her keeping her afloat on the fragile surface of consciousness. It was almost as if Ouka were trying to steal her title from her! Why else would she still be getting up after all this damage? How was her jaw not broken after all these punches? How had Cicilia not BROKEN her yet!? It was almost as impressive as it was aggravating...

The two women lay there together, huffing and puffing, sweat dripping off their skin and staining the canvas below them... Their breasts pressed against one another as the German glared down at her opponent in annoyance as Ouka herself began to come back into the land of pain and battle... There was nothing to be done for it... Nothing but what she had been doing: Kicking the crap out of her! Cicilia let out a groan as she pushed herself up, a hand latched onto Ouka's in an attempt to pull her up with her!

If she managed to do so, to get her rival up, she'd grab her other hand and lock fingers in a test of strength! Probably not the smartest move for something so late in the game where both wrestler's stamina were expended. Such lock-ups were used more often later, where they were fresh and could afford to lose it! Cicilia hardly ever played by the rules, though... Just look at how she fought.

She wanted to assert her superiority, to prove she was better... STRONGER than the redhead... Even now when they were both so tired! ESPECIALLY under these circumstances!

Ouka managed to break the pin, but she was nowhere near stable as her eyes continued to wander with a glassy look to them. Gasping and panting as sweat was pouring out from all of her pores, trying her best to make sense of what happened as Cicilia laid on top of her, breasts mashing against breasts as it made breathing incredibly difficult for the Number One Face in the World Today as Cicilia got off of her slowly, allowing her to breathe just enough to keep her body working.

Her hand would move up to her jaw, grasping onto it to make sure that it wasn't dislocated or even broken. She couldn't tell with how much it hurt, her entire face was burning with numbing pain from that wicked hook that crashed into her as she stumbled, managing to keep her feet planted underneath to keep her steady as she found her hand being seized by Cicilia's. Ouka started to regain her senses, but even before that her body moved on instinct to lock up into the test of strength, growling out as she would never back down from a challenge of strength, no matter the time or place! Cicilia shoved into her as she shoved back, but there wasn't much she could muster at the moment.

But Ouka was not without options. There was always one option she would always defer to no matter the situation as she pulled her head back.

And flung it as hard as she could forward.

There were always options. Even when the strength in your arm failed you and you're being pushed into a corner, there was always more you could do... For example: Cicilia was shoving Ouka back further and further, the poor redhead just unable to find the strength to push back! That didn't stop her from fighting, though... She still had a good 5.1 millimeters of bone to hit Cicilia with!

Ouka's forehead hit the German's dead on in an attempt to provide some kind of resistance! The blow completely stunned the Juggernaut, her brain wracked with mind-numbing throbs as her brain SLAMMED into the inside of her head! Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth slightly agape, her stance and strength faltering...

Until it reasserted itself...

The Juggernaut's eyes flashed a deathly red of outrage that Ouka would hit her like that... hit her and actually tempt her into just passing out on the ground! What could possibly be the best response for this...? Should she back-hand her to the floor? Should she throw her out of the ring? No... Something like that was best responded too in kind.

Cicilia pulled her head back and SLAMMED it as hard as she could at Ouka's forehead, hoping to deliver what she did RIGHT BACK AT HER! Let her taste some of her own medicine, damn it! That blow didn't exactly do wonders for her own hurting skull either, heavy pounding in her ears and a sickening sense of nausia starting to take root. Still, she stood strong, cocking her head back once more to SLAM into her head again!

A loud smack of head on head violence rang out as Ouka's head was throbbing from the contact with the thick skull of Cicilia. Ouka wasn't sure if it was just because of the hard head of the Juggernaut or the fact she was fatigued at this point, but it took longer than normal for her to recover from the headbutt as her own stance shook as she lost much of her balance pushing against Cicilia. She managed to get a few inches on Cicilia, but it was a slow pace and to her surprise, Cicilia had recovered much faster than she thought.

And fired back a crushing headbutt of her own.

Another sickening clash of heads occurred as Ouka's head whipped back, staggering the redhead as she was forced to take a step back, the throbbing in her head worsening as her legs shook trying to keep her balance. But the ever-stubborn Ouka refused to back down, even if her mind was disoriented like this, her body knew what to do as her head pulled back, looking to retaliate with another headbutt.

What ensued was a harsher clash of skulls as Ouka slammed her head right back into Cicilia's as the Juggernaut was throwing her head forward as the shock from the blow sent ripples of numbing pain throughout Ouka's body, her grip on Cicilia was weakening but her head refused to stay still as it pulled back, trying to throw another!

Cicilia's head SLAMMED into Ouka's with enough force to send them both stumbling... But with Ouka's retreat, if even a step, Cicilia could only follow her forward... The impact of their steel-skulls against one another ROCKED through their heads, the shockwave sending a surge of weakness through the boxer's legs, specifically her knees, threatening to drop her! The sound of their heads colliding was loud as hell, even outside their own ears... The CRACK of their impact cut across the audience, forcing expressions of mutual pain as they sympathized with their entertainment, almost sensing the damage the two were trading with one another...

Of course, the Juggernaut would be DAMNED if she'd stop here, not while she had such a good lead on Ouka, hit wise! Together, the two women cocked their heads back again before SLAMMING them together in an even louder, even more powerful connection, The force of which causing the boxer's eyes to dull instantly upon impact, this wave of power completely washing over her, and weakening her to the point she could no longer stand on her own two feet! Cicilia fell down to one knee, groaning loudly as a sharp and abusive migrane cut behind her eyes and into her skull, threatening to take her brain apart piece by piece...

"Urrrrgh..." She growled as a bruise began to form between her eyes....