Cicilia vs Yelena: Handicapped Power Struggle?!

Cicilia had been getting a lot of business these past couple of weeks which had proven both good... and bad for her. Good being that the coffers were always full and that Sayumi and herself never had to worry about running low on cash. While her lover got back into the business of wrestling, the German had been bringing home the bacon... and an abundance of it at that. She was happy to do it, to provide for the woman she loved. Everything that made her life easier was just another reason for Cicilia to find another fight in the ring, to find a fight that would pay.

On the down-side, however, Cicilia seemed constantly tired. Her muscles were almost always sore, her energy levels taking hit after hit... On the days she WASN'T fighting, she was either sleeping by herself, eating something or cuddling up to Sayumi. It was frustrating how hard it was to keep her eyes open... these past couple days but even so, she never complained. She never went on a rant about how unfair it was, how the money wasn't worth it, how she wanted to punch the guy who arranged her matches in the face... Not like how a child would. What a callow display that would have been. No, Cicilia simply went about her daily rounds as best she could, trying to make her plight look far less... crippling than it really was. Considering how many times her partner asked her to call in sick... She knew her facade was failing. Well, in or lose, she was going to have a talk with her manager about her matches, ask him to lay off a smidge until she can recover from the past workload.

For now, however... Cicilia walked out from back-stage, waving at the crowd with a half-hearted smile as her music blasted over the arena. Heh... at least the upbeat nature of the tune itself gave her some energy. She walked down the ramp, her smile falling into an iron-clad neutrality as she desperately tried to block out the searing, acidic burning in her back, muscles and biceps, a sign they were significantly over-taxed! She slipped into the ring throwing herself into a corner and waited for her opponent to show herself... oh boy Oh boy OH BOY today was gonna be a FUN day.

Unlike her upcoming opponent, Yelena had not been receiving many opportunities to show off her impressive body. The Russian had found that opponents willing to step in the ring against over two hundred pounds of sculpted muscle were few and far between leaving the pink haired powerhouse stuck in the gym just trying to beat her old lifting record until someone had found her someone to fight, Cicilia "The Juggernaut". Mainly a boxer but was fighting with her gloves off more than on lately, should be a fun time for the Russian.

Dressed in the bare minimum for a standard match, the power lifter walked with a smug smirk on her face, every muscle on display for the crowd as she sauntered her way down the ramp and into the ring, sizing up the stoic German in front of her. "Hmm..." she let out, noticing the size disparity between the two. When someone was called The Juggernaut it gave the impression of someone a lot... taller at the very least. Yelena towered over Cicilia as the two stood in the ring, either this was a lamb to the slaughter or the smaller woman's fists could punch through steel "I hope you live up to your name, try and break this wall." she said, patting her solid abs in front of Cicilia

Cicilia groaned softly to herself as she bore witness to the woman she would be fighting: A big, muscle-bound behemoth Who couldn't be bothered to cover up her swollen form with anything more than a bra that barely fit her and a thong. How fucking lucky was she that THIS would be her opponent on today of all days? The Juggernaut rolled her eyes heavily as her opponent made a big show of how she sauntered up to the ring, no doubt wanting to show off her inflated body to the crowd. Cicilia... was not impressed. Yeah, this woman was big and yeah she had biceps that doubled as nut-crackers but she had taken out bigger women than HER before!.... Okay, maybe only just as tall, but she had fought to stand-stills with freaks as big as she! Perhaps she should've been more afraid... After all, Cicilia was likely only functioning at about 80% given her streaks of exhausting fights and this woman looked nothing like those girls! In fact, if she would be so... graphic with her description, Yelena looked like the kind of girl that threw women like her into the muscle-smoothies she'd chug after her workout.

"...I'll buckle you if you want." Cicilia offered with no mockery, no jokes... She didn't have the energy for it. T'was merely a polite offer with sinister repercussions. "Soon as the bell rings I'll hit you there with everything I got. Bet I can bend you over my fist." Cicilia's train-wrecker punch was made for giants like these, too cocky and stupid for their own good. Luring them into a position where they were either unable or unwilling to stand against it was what the German was how she battled giants. It had worked for her in the ring and she saw no reason why it wouldn't work here... Fucking monster was probably stronger than her, though. She really couldn't afford to be a nim-rod and run in like she usually does. The Russian TOWERED over her... but that would serve to cripple her more than help her if their strength was anywhere near comparable...

"Wanna see?" She asked, Lifted a fist. "I'll earn my name whether or not I have to chase you down to do it."

Yelena's smirk didn't move an inch from Cicilia's threats to punch the big woman into next week, if anything the smile got slightly bigger from the German's tough talk. "Oh I do." The amazon let out, dropping into a grappling stance as she waited for the bell to ring. "Do your best to break me, I'll give you the same honour." the power lifter promised as the referee signalled for the match to start, the Russian moving towards the centre of the ring with her hands raised as though Cicilia would try to lock up with the giantess.

"The difference between us is that I'll be the one still standing!" Cicilia retorted and, like that, the match had begun! The bell rung and the two women put up their dukes, Cicilia's in her trade-mark right handed orthadox and Yelena in a general wrestling pose. She inched towards the German as she did the same, her hands slowly creeping out as if offering a lock-up. Cicilia would've been dishonest to say she didn't feel the temptation to just crush through the giant's exposed belly, to duck under her arms and proceed to hammer her guts into paste as she so desired... It would have been easy... Just step within her reach and go to work... But that wouldn't have been honorable. Cicilia so hated cheaters and liars, those that would use people who wanted a "clean" and honest fight. She would not make herself out to be one of them!

Ignoring the primal commands that demanded she exploit Yelena's trust, the Juggernaut opened up her fists and allowed their arms to slip past one another, one hand resting on the behemoth's shoulder, the other pulling down on the crook of her elbow. It was from there they would test one another's strength, where Cicilia would show that her smaller form held vast wealths of power and where Yelena would prove her inflated muscles had more than just air behind them!

"Grrrrrr!" The Juggernaut growled, Pushing up against the larger woman and BACK towards the corner of the arena from which her opponent came. Even now... this simple action caused her muscles to flare up in protest even before the the fight really got started. She blinked, confused as she felt lethargy already begin it's seductive and convincing persuasion of her body, her muscles threatening to slack on her!

No... FIGHT, Damn you!

She wouldn't give... she wouldn't budge! She WILL remain in control of herself!

Yelena was surprised but impressed when Cicilia accepted the collar and elbow tie up rather than trying to dart past the bigger woman or throw a few punches, it seemed as though the boxer had a sense of fair play. "Hnnngg!" the Russian growled, sprawling slightly along the canvas as she braced herself against the force of the smaller woman's push, testing the waters to see how much power the boxer's body held within it.

Much to her surprise, the pink haired powerlifter found that she had to actually fight for purchase on the mat to avoid being pushed back, at least initially. It was natural for power in a lock-up to eb and flow: no-one could push 100% forever, letting the muscles slack slightly to let the opponent come away from a solid base was a legitimate strategy to overpower someone, but the strength seemed to sap from Cicilia quickly. Short bursts of energy trying to push the Russian back before the force dropped, even though it didn't look like the German was deliberately taking the pressure off. Enough time for Yelena to push back, trying to use her height for leverage and impressive muscles to start shunting Cicilia back, testing to see if she could brace better than she could push against the solid wall that was Yelena.

Were she at 100%, had she gotten the few days rest she required, Cicilia was confident she could go toe-to-toe and show this power-lifter what real strength was. In fact, she knew it from how well she was faring thus far. For the first few moments, the rough-ended wrestler was able to hold position easily, keeping her ground safe but not advancing too far either. Her opponent was too big to simply push. There was simply too great a difference between their height and weight.

And so... Cicilia found herself pushed. Not just back... That would only happen if their heights were anywhere near comparable. No, she was also pushed down. Yelena asserted her superior body-length and size, attempting to shove the German down to the ground and grind her along it... Or that's how it felt at least. Cicilia grunted loudly, trying to grind her forced retreat to a halt. ...No luck. She couldn't even slow it down. With every inch she lost, Yelena simply got more ravanous for distance... Clearly she wasn't going to win this fight with raw power... her weak, burning arms seemed to agree with that...

Almost instantly, Cicilia would disengage from the lockup, prying her arms away and attempting to slip low and around the giant woman! If she succeeded, she'd wrap her arms around the Russian's belly, leaning back to attempt and pull her opponent off her feet!

"GGRRRRRRAAAAAAAH!" She roared as she attempted to SLAM Yelena into the floor neck first in a powerful German suplex! Fitting... and damn exhausting...

Yelena was close to pressing Cicilia down into the canvas before the German woman swiftly dodged around the big woman, slipping out from the Russian's grasp before wrapping the pink haired powerhouse up in a tight waist lock and pull back. If it had been anyone smaller, the speed in which she got behind someone might have given the Juggernaut enough opportunity to lift her opponent off her feet. Unfortunately for Cicilia she was up against the massive Yelena Turova, lifting her up was something that was not going to happen fast. 

"You wont escape so soon!" The Russian amazon called out, twisting herself to reach back and snare Cicilia into a tight headlock before pulling her forward and out of the waist lock, grinding the boxer's cheek against her sculpted muscles.

Cicilia's attempts to wrench the Russian off the ground failed in spectacular fashion, only resulting in her getting her neck wrenched into a headlock! Well... That sucked... FOR YELENA! She may have thought she was in control here but she would've been better off being slammed into the floor! At least then she wouldn't have had to face the wrath of the German's fists... for what they were worth in her exhausted state.

"'Escape?'" Cicilia growled into the body-builder's chizzeled abs as she cocked a fist back and SLAMMED it into her back! "Who do you think you're talking too!?" Apparently some raw-nerved rookie who couldn't defend herself! What a complete crock! Cicilia De'Reignhardt didn't run away or 'escape' fights! She ran into them and mowed everyone down in the process! Who did this Russian think she was, accusing her of trying to run? She would punish her GREATLY for this insult!

While one hand wrapped tightly around the Russian's waist, the other slammed repeatedly against the woman's ribs, hoping to punch through all that muscly padding and cut down to the foundations of her body! It was like pounding a fat, tough steak with your bare fists, the consistency of which nearly matching what she was beating into right now! She couldn't quite tell how deep her knuckles dug or how much force translated to the woman's body... and that wasn't a good sign. That meant this woman was THICK as all hell! Cicilia was strong, stronger than just about anyone her size but she was also compact and she didn't have all those inflated balloon muscles that most body-builders had... that meant she had less open armor/padding to take the impact of hits... Just like how the Russian did now. Still, with her great might, Cicilia pounded and pounded and POUNDED into her much taller opponent, trying to get her to release her head... so she could punch her more properly!

It was all well and good for Yelena to muscle around the smaller fighter in the headlock, trying to prevent Cicilia from circling around the pink haired powerhouse, but it did mean she was too preoccupied to defend against the German woman's fists. "Ugh!" the giantess grunted as Cicilia dug her fists into her muscled side. It may have felt to the Juggernaut that she was trying to punch down a redwood tree with Yelena but the blows were having their effect. She was no longer trying to grind Cicilia's face against her, and eventually the Russian was forced to pull away, dropping the headlock and rubbing her side. "Okay then, good." Yelena growled with a smile on her face.