Cicilia vs Yelena: Handicapped Power Struggle?!

Cicilia was surprised to find that her punches were piercing into that tough muscly exterior, even more-so that her volley of blows was able to earn her freedom! Even with her muscles burning and her energy low, she was able to cut into the Russian's body... Heh. That made her feel just a tiny bit proud of herself. Yelena moved to pull away, to escape Cicilia's wrathful blows but the Juggernaut was never one to give her opponent's any space... even if it was in her own best interest! As soon as her head was free, the Juggernaut THREW herself at her opponent, attempting to bring her down to the ground with her raw strength alone!

"GRRRRRAAAAAH!" She roared, stepping into Yelena and grabbing her shoulders, attempting to hurl the much larger woman on her back! Raw strength was just about all Cicilia knew when it came to this wrestling sport. She had been... neglecting her more technical training to spend more time with her lover, to rest up between matches. That meant just about the only skills that hadn't been degraded over that time was her ability to punch... and her ability to throw her damn weight around!

If she managed to drop Yelena, the boxer would then hop atop her and begin pounding at her face, trying to hammer it into the floor like the blunt instrument she was! While Cicilia's movement speed was less than remarkable... her ability to punch was faster than the speed of light!

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Cicilia's fists would rain down upon her Eurasian counterpart like the asteroids of space, crushing her beneath their collective infinite weight!

Cicilia collided with the iron wall that was Yelena with enough force that even the big Russian couldn't help but be toppled her charge, the power in the Juggernaut's arms weren't just limited to punching people. "Ungh!" Yelena grunted as she hit the canvas, her opponent already mounting the Pinkette power-lifter and raining down a barrage of blows with such ferocity and speed that to call it rain was doing the assault a massive dis-service, it was more like a hurricane of fists looking to blast the Russian away.

Her pink-topped skull snapped back and forth as Yelena struggled to get her blocks up in time, letting Cicilia pound away on her forearms for a brief moment as the bruises started to show on her cheeks, the Russian was tough, but tough had limits.

Cicilia could barely see where her fists were striking, so numerous were they, hammering the much larger Russian into the canvas with each blow! The only resistance Cicilia encountered during her barrage was the vain attempt of Yelena to keep her head on straight, her arms shooting up to defend herself but to no avail. Instead of her face, her arms would be crushed, bruises like black little targets for the boxer to hone in on! The Juggernaut kept on punching and punching until she saw fit to quit, perhaps the burning in her arms the biggest indication that she should cease her relentless offense.

Letting out a soft growl, Cicilia pushed off the Russian, jumping to feet at her side before reaching down to grab the larger woman's throat, intent on tugging her up to her feet by it! The best way to get someone to move was to control the head... That was one of the basic tenants of Martial arts. If she could get the woman up to her feet, The german would cock back her free fist before plunging it DEEP into Yelena's abs, hoping to take the wind both out of her lungs AND out of her sails! Should it impact, the sound of her fist burying in her flesh would SLAP across the arena, some of the bystanders wincing in pain from the sheer brutality of the noise!

From there, Cicilia would push in for the attack, wrapping her arms around the larger woman's torso... before letting out a yell and bending back in a violent suplex, intent on bringing ALL that russian weight down on her neck!

The Russian's arms stung, her jaw ached, she felt a warm trickle on her top lip that was probably a bloody nose and the lights above were painful to look at. One barrage from Cicilia had levelled the pink haired powerhouse to the point where it was a surprise that Yelena was still able to move, putting an arm down to steady herself while the boxer yanked her up by her throat, she was still hunched over when Cicilia buried her fist straight into her stomach, "Urk!" was the cry as she felt her abs buckle from the force.

Doubling over straight into Cicilia's open arms, the German woman might not have been the experienced grappler, but she had enough strength to pick up the hundred-plus kilos of Russian and lift her overhead, throwing Yelena back down to the ground and leaving the big woman wheezing for breath. She had wanted Cicilia to be a challenge, and that's what she was getting.

Strength was Cicilia's game. It was what had gotten her this far and would carry her farther yet! She SLAMMED Yelena down with authority in a Belly-to-belly suplex, bringing her right back down to the earth she was being pounded into a moment ago. Cicilia hopped to her feet as quickly as she could with a body on fire, contemplating what action to take as she took in heavy gasps of air. Should she mount her again? No... She'd probably expect something like that. Then again, what could she do if her abs were scrambled from Cicilia's vicious body-blows? Her moment of planning did not last, however as Cicilia simply decided to go with her gut... and continue to ruin the Russian's! If she broke the body, everything that sat on top would crumble as well... Sometimes (and her sister taught this to her well) Body blows were far worse than ones directed at the head.

Reaching down, she would grab the Russian by either side of her head and YANK her back up to her feet before Cicilia wrapped her arms around her body, pinning her opponent's arms to her sides as she started to SQUEEZE the life out of her in a bear-hug! More or less, one could perceive this as a challenge of strength... Even tired and "Handicapped" Cicilia enjoyed a good challenge... especially against those who would deem themselves to be stronger and larger than her! Yelena would be a perfect target to smash, a rival in power she could overcome and if she could do so like this, so much weaker than her maximum potential then that only made her victory even greater!

Cicilia never changed her strategy for anyone no matter how bad the matchup. It was a matter of pride. Perhaps that inhibited progress but she didn't care... She would prove herself stronger if it knocked her out!

Yelena might have been struggling to make progress against the strikes and throws of Cicilia, but when the smaller fighter thought to challenge the Russian's strength with a squeeze was where the confidence became over-confidence. "Ngghhh!" The pink haired powerhouse grunted as she tried to move her arms, slowly but surely prying apart the Juggernaut's bear hug with brute strength, catching the boxer's arms in the crook of her elbows and pulling the hold apart.

Cicilia never thought she'd seen the day where she would find herself overpowered in terms of raw strength... And that hubris was costly. With someone as utterly HUGE as Yelena in both height and muscle-mass, it was amazing that she had been able to control the fight as well as she had with her classic strategy! The Russian grew tired of being thrown about, it seemed as she began to slowly push apart the German's arms, breaking the bearhug!

The boxer's sanguine eyes widened in shock... Cicilia would be left helpless and vulnerable with her arms entrapped in the crook of Yelena's elbows, her body WIDE open to attack if that's what she planned to do!

Puffing and panting, Yelena looked like she had been roughed up bad by the German boxer, but now free of the bear hug it was time for the Russian powerhouse to show what a 512lb deadlift meant in terms of wrestling someone smaller than the pink haired giantess. Reaching around to lock her hands behind Cicilia's shoulder blades, Yelena would lift the German straight up into the air, letting her feet swing off the ground briefly before the power lifter twisted and fell, trying to crush the smaller fighter underneath her heavy frame with a side belly-to-belly suplex.

Cicilia was lifted up as if she were a rag-doll and SLAMMED into the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex that shook her to her core... and probably shook the entire arena by the way the damn floor distorted slightly under them! The noise that escaped the boxer's lips... it didn't so much as resemble a cough or scream... but a complete dismissal of air from her lungs, resembling more of a gagging honk than anything more... dramatic.

Oh god... she might've broken something... It was so hard to tell... EVERYTHING hurt... She thought she was in pain before with her lungs on fire and her muscles burning like camp-fires but little did she know how much PAIN she would truly be in... Cicilia didn't even struggle should Yelena move off of her, the boxer gasping for air hopelessly as she had just avoided drowning! She was tough... DAMN tough but that hit... By god, that was above her pay-grade... Yelena was too strong... She never thought she'd be overwhelmed so quickly by someone in terms of strength but...

...She was just on a whole other level... Weight classes... they didn't exist in wrestling...

"HUFFF.... HUFFFF... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh......." She moaned loudly, her sanguine eyes shut TIGHT as she attempted to refill her lungs... God, it even hurt to breath... Yelena had turned her breathing into TORTURE while forcing her to do it copiously! She was fucking EVIL!

...She didn't honestly believe that... but really... She was hurt... badly... Cicilia didn't even know if she could continue to fight after being flattened that hard...

Over one hundred kilos falling on our chest was never a good feeling, especially not when it was milliseconds after a rough landing from being tossed roughly to the side, but the boxer seemed to take it even harder than the Russian was expecting. What had been an overwhelming striking machine that had given the pink haired powerhouse a set of bruises that would take ages to heal was now reduced to gasping like a fish out of water. Perhaps the German who was so comfortable in dishing out punishment couldn't take as good as she'd gotten?

No, one does not keep the nickname "the Juggernaut" without withstanding blows, even if they weren't punches from a fellow boxer but instead a slam from the much bigger woman, Yelena was confidant that one suplex alone might have knocked the wind out of Cicilia's sails but it wouldn't keep her down.

Keeping her arms around the brunette, Yelena would stand up, scooping the fallen fighter back into the air in the Russian's grasps, this time letting her feet touch the floor before the big woman started throwing her weight around again, pulling on the German girl's arm to whip her into the corner.