Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Ringing and spinning were all Ouka could hear and see after smacking her head into Cicilia. She had lost count of how many times she and Cicilia had smacked skulls in such brutal fashion along with all the other violent strikes that the two were throwing out at each other. Ouka barely had any idea of what was left that she or Cicilia could do as they landed on their knees, leaning against each other for support as Ouka could barely lift her arms up that were loosely still gripping on Cicilia's hands as she tried to find another way to win!

Gasping and panting, there was little part on Ouka's body that was willing to listen to her and even less that were actually able to do anything. The only thing that was remotely in her control was her body and even then there was little force she could gather.

But still she tried, pushing into Cicilia with all she had to try and topple her Juggernaut of an opponent to the mat, where she could try and get a pin and finally walk off with what was rightfully hers!

Cicilia had no idea what else they could possibly do to one another, their heads so scrambled, their strength whittled away to near nothing... Just about all they had the power to do now was push... push and hope whatever reserves were left beat her opponent! As soon as she felt Ouka's fingers limply touch her hand, Cicilia found new purpose in what she needed to do... She couldn't find the strength to stand... to loom over her red-headed rival and shove her to the ground... but she might just be able to flop against her hard enough to throw them both to it... The juggernaut locked fingers with her opponent once more, pushing with all she had against Ouka to try and topple her to the mat!

It wouldn't be so simple, though as her opponent had the same idea, meeting equal and opposite resistance to her attempts to move her, the two women coming to a dead stalemate! That seemed to be the theme of the later stages of this match... Even though Cicilia had arguably dominated the earlier stages, this whole end-game had been nothing less than a grueling battle! She didn't know how the tables could have turned so quickly, how she could've lost control!

Grunting softly, she pressed herself as tightly as she could against Ouka, their chest practically flattening against each other as the Juggernaut refused to be moved... to be defeated!

Ouka growled out, even at this stage of the match with the state both of them were in, the Juggernaut proved just how real the name she carried was true! So true, she couldn't budge the other woman who was pushing right back into her. It was tough, holding back Cicilia while her own body was on the brink of collapsing. But she tightened her knees, pressing back into Cicilia as her hands loosely locked with Cicilia's. Even if she could pull them away, she wasn't sure how much help they were going to be as she could barely lift them.

So now it became a match of body strength and whatever it was left with as she began pushing as much as she could, breasts mashing against breasts and shoulders forcing against shoulders. She to work hard to battle against the stupid endurance of Cicilia, ignoring the fact that Cicilia had to work just as hard as Ouka saw herself as the underdog, fighting to overcome the Unstoppable Cicilia!

"J....just.....fall.....dammit...!"

Ouka may have thought herself an underdog, glorified herself as such but Cicilia was the true one in this case... With less fights, less experience, with only her strength and will to see her through, the Juggernaut fought hard against the worthy opponent that was Ouka, determined to bring her down! The German sought to use this victory to bolster her reputation, to let her climb higher upon the victory ladder and let her challenge tougher opponents... But she had also gained a lot of respect for her opponent during this fight... It wasn't all about simply winning and reputation, but about personal satisfaction. She might want to even get to know this firey little hot-head afterwords, to just talk with her. God knows she needed some friends... Especially with all the enemies she'd been making left and right.

Whatever... that wasn't relevant right now! The two women knelt together, shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, hands interlocked as they pushed and shoved against one another, neither making any headway! Ouka appeared frustrated, DEMANDING that the German conform and just FALL but Cicilia only smirked, pressing her forehead against her rival in defiance, trying to lean into her even more and increase her leverage!

"Can't do anything... can... you?" She huffed, her muscles burning with effort! "...I will not fall... but you WILL!"

Ouka was pushing with all she had just to hold Cicilia back in her state, gritting her teeth as she pushed with her chest and shoulders as Cicilia came bearing down on her. But the more she was pushed back, the more she was fired up to push back just as hard! Even if it wasn't much left in her body, she was going to use all of whatever she had left in her body to fight! She wanted to beat Cicilia, not because she was a bitch or anything, but because she was just that damn good! Ouka was grateful for all of the talent that was in this promotion and especially the one powerful woman who was in front of her!

Nothing but respect for this long and drawn out slugfest she had with the Juggernaut.

"Too....hell....with....thaaaaaat!" she roared out as she found a well of adrenaline that was hidden in her reserves as she started to shove with all she could and more! Muscles screaming out in pain and roaring at Ouka to stop, but she ignored it, it was all forward for her and nothing else!

"YOU... DON'T... HAVE... A CHOICE!" Cicilia insisted, matching Ouka's strength with her own! Her second wind was finally coming! A bit too late but it was better now than not at all! With mere tastes of their full potential reviving for this clash, Cicilia and Ouka shoved against one another with renewed vigor... but it seemed it only solidified the stalemate between the two! Their bodies pressed harder and harder against one another, their muscles BURNING as they cried out for them to stop... only to be silenced by their utter willpower!

Cicilia wouldn't quit just because Ouka wouldn't... She was STRONGER! She would break her eventually... That was who she was: UNSTOPPABLE! She couldn't lose here... not when she was this close!

....

So.. there was only one thing left to do...

The Juggernaut should've learned her lesson after all those headblows... She was pretty sure she had a nasty concussion already but... fuck it. Just fuck it, you know? She couldn't give up... It went against everything she was!... So she cocked back her head... and threw it forward in one last headbutt... Hopefully, when their skulls collided and when Cicilia fell unconscious... the would land on top...

The collisions of skulls, even after every fiber of her being told her not to do it, Ouka did it anyway. And she instantly regretted it as Cicilia was pushed to the same conclusion of what to do. Both beauties smashed skulls again, every part of Ouka's sense went out like a light as everything faded to her. Her hands slipped off of Cicilia's hands as she slumped forward into Cicilia, all of her dead weight pushing into Cicilia as Ouka was barely conscious, even to the point of barely feeling the blood trickling down her forehead.

Despite all evidence pointing to this conclusion, Cicilia being as exceptionally stubborn and mind pretty much in the same boat as Ouka, the red head had hoped that for once she wouldn't act like her and just take the crushing blow.

However, she had little else to give, leaning into Cicilia with all of her body weight pushing forward!

With nothing else to give, Cicilia just leaned slack against Ouka as she did the same, her senses so dulled, the trickle of blood done her forehead was barely registered upon her utterly scrambled brain. Instead of just slumping against her, the Juggernaut fell slightly to the side, allowing the two of them to actually fall separately this time instead of mearly leaning against one another.

The German would fall with a heavy *THUD* face-down on the floor parallel to her opponent, hopefully the same happening to Ouka as well. Even the impact with the floor meant very little to the Juggernaut as she was consumed by the blackness of the unconscious, her eyes still barely open... but completely blank...

ne.......two!

A voice seemed to whisper through her dreamless sleep, one that didn't even make sense... numbers... the hell...? Who was counting anyway... why...?

three!...... four..!

"Nuaaaahgh...." She groaned loudly, the first sensation being her head borderline CRACKING OPEN DOWN THE MIDDLE, the splitting agony sobering her up RIGHT QUICK and somehow numbing her higher brain functions all at the same time! The second sensation was this cool, stickiness that she sensed the moment she lifted her splitting skull, red filling her vision...

"B...blood...?" She shakily whispered, confused.

Five...!

Ouka slipped off of Cicilia as she crashed face first into the mat, panting heavily as she laid in the mat with her eyes practically glazed over as the entire world was blurred and numb to her as she laid on the mat, barely moving as the ref counted. To Ouka, she couldn't even make out the words of the ref, her body moving on instinct to try and get back to her feet.

But it was an extreme thing to ask for her body right now.

Her arms could barely move, her legs felt like they were reduced to mush and her brain felt like it was on a bus that had just fallen down a mountain. Slowly, very slowly she began to get feeling back into her body as she felt something wet on her face, she figured in her stupor that it was a lot of sweat as unbeknownst to her it was a small leak of blood that quickly grew as it came out of her skull! "Uuuuuhhhh...." she moaned out as the count got higher and closer to ten, stumbling about as her arms could barely support the weight of her practically jell body!

"Six....! Seven...!"

"Uuuuuugh..." Cicilia moaned pathetically as she desperately tried to push herself up on her hands and knees... It was only now did she recognize the numbers the ref was counting somewhere outside of the world of fuzziness she inhabited, realizing that the amount of time she had to rise was getting shorter and shorter by the instant... And so, the juggernaut summoned her will, conjured her strength and attempted to rise...

"G.....gh..." She groaned, shivering as her muscles fought her at every turn, refusing to toughen and support her weight! It seemed that it was by only her need to stand tall above her red-headed rival was she able to peel herself off the canvas of the wrestling ring in the first place, barely able to force one foot under her body to support herself!

8!

"NNNNNNGH!" She growled, pushing as HARD AS SHE COULD with that leg to put enough space between her and the ground to bring her other foot beneath her... but it was as if the gravity of the world had suddenly doubled... no, tripled! Sweat and blood ran down the German's face as she hissed in frustration, her muscles bulging with effort... but getting her minimal results...

9!