Belinda Northman vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt

"W-what!?" Cicilia gasped as Belinda SHOT up from underneath her, barely able to buck-out of the 3-count mere split-seconds before the German's victory could be had! She was legitimately at a loss... Yes, the Swede had surprised her before with her endurance... but a kick to her head like the one she had taken PLUS a Glam Slam and she was still able to kick out!? The hell did they do to Champions to make them this tough!? She was borderline superhuman! Cicilia let out a loud *HUFF* of frustration, pushing herself up off of her opponent... grabbing her by her shoulders and dragging her up as she went! Cicilia had no idea what else she could do to Belinda to put her down... It was like punching a slab of rubber at this point! If slamming and strikes wasn't going to get her... what hope did submissions have?

...The only thing she could do was keep doing what she had been doing... Belinda HAD to have a breaking point. There was no way she was able to keep fighting the way she had been now... That last break-out was a fluke, a dying gasp of protest for a defeated foe, she was sure of it... Just a few more hits...

ONLY A FEW MORE!

Cicilia cocked back her fist as she pulled Belinda up, her chest rising and falling HEAVILY as she gasped for air... Damn it, she was exhausted... Her punches would be like SLAPS compared to what they'd be at full power... Damn it... DAMN IT! The German, despite acknowledging her weakened state, lashed out at Belinda's stomach with an uppercut punch... praying that her opponent was weak enough to fall with this one, final blow!

It had been a narrow escape from defeat, but still an escape from it! She had managed to push her shoulder up right in time and for that she was glad. She groaned still, the facebuster really having done it's work to make her groggy beyond belief....that accompanied by the kick she took just a few seconds before. She was nearly seeing stars.

Still, she was in this match still, and she wasn't going to give up! She wasn't going to give in! Feeling Cicilia's hands on her shoulder, guiding her up to her knees and then starting to pull her up towards her feet. Belinda's eyes would come to life once again! As that arm pulled back and as her feet were finally on the canvas...Belinda's body surged up and jumped!

Twisting in the air she rolled mid air and would try to latch her hands around Cicilia's head! Aiming to bring her chin onto her shoulder and kick out with legs to bring Cicilia De'Reignhardt down chin on her shoulder for an RKO out of nowhere!

Before Cicilia could attempt her punch, Belinda had come back to life... and with a vengeance too! With a quick shift of position, the champion wrapped her arm around the boxer's head, DROPPING it on her shoulder in an RKO so devestating, the German's vision was instantly filled with the entire universe's worth of stars! Upon Impact, the German's body straightened suddenly... before falling HARD on her back!

How... How could this be...

It seemed that every time she made a move to take control, Belinda was there, ready to take it right back! She hardly gave the German any time to solidify her grip, even now when they were both exhausted and weak! Cicilia had found someone who could push her to her absolute limits... and even beyond! She found someone who could make her fight like she meant it and not feed into her anger like some of the twisted freaks that haunted this place...

The German found someone she respected as a person and a fighter...

...And that was something truly special.

Cicilia lay spread out along the floor of the ring, her eyelids fluttering rapidly as she deperately tried to CLAW her way back into consciousness... to get herself back in the game!

Belinda's sudden jump and grabbing of that head of Cicilia had taken the Boxer by surprise! When she dove in and smacked Cicilia into a daze with that RKO! The crowd would pop in surprise! Cheering wildly for the action between these two young combatants, there was just no giving up in either of them!

Having managed to claw her way back from near defeat now, Belinda would roll over onto her hands and knees. She began to climb to her feet and stumbled her way over towards the corner. Having to catch herself against the ropes to keep herself standing. Slapping the top turnbuckle to try and rally the support of the crowd, who would start to clap in rhythm to Belinda's beating.

The Shooting Star would start to climb the ropes! Getting up to the highest point, that top turnbuckle! Turned to face Cicilia's downed frame, she would raise her right arm up high! This was it! She had to hit this move and put Cicilia away! Aiming to take to the air next with a high jump! Belinda would fly out, kicking her legs out to the side so her point of landing would be on that elbow she had pointing down, seeking to drive that padded elbow of hers straight into the chest of Cicilia De'Reignhardt and put the Juggernaut down! With her Finisher - The Shooting Star Elbow  

*BAM*

"AUUURGH!"

Belinda fell on top of Cicilia like a spear would upon an unsuspecting foe, the champion's elbow SLAMMING into the German's chest with such force, it pushed every bit of air the boxer was already struggling to get... OUT! She could not even move to defend herself or strike back as Belinda brought down one of her stronger named attacks down upon her chest, the boxer only able to lay there... gasping for air, eyes shut tight in an effort to cope with the pain... It was DAMN sad... She was doing SO well and now... Now she didn't think she could throw another punch, let alone keep the fight up... She couldn't even get enough air in her to help get her breathing back to something regular and manageable!

"*Huff! Huff! Huff!*" Cicilia gasped, limply lifting a hand over her poor wounded chest as if it's presence would make ANYTHING better! "...D.....Damn it......"

Beyond the desire to SURVIVE overriding any emotional state she might've been in... Cicilia was frustrated... Frustrated that she couldn't do it... Frustrated because she was SO CLOSE... and failed... Curse it... It was even worse because she KNEW SHE COULD HAVE WON!

But she was completely helpless now... barely able to get air back into her lungs...

Driving her elbow into the chest of Cicilia it was almost as if it was going straight through her, the shoot star elbow made it's mark right onto the chest of Cicilia and with it the air exploded out of her lungs, she could hear the gasps of the raven haired German and the complaints...

Hitting this move had reinvigorated Belinda quite a bit, with determination and gusto she took a hold of Cicilia's dominant leg and hooked it as she placed her weight down on the chest and shoulders of the German. " Count!!..." The Swede shouted out through a deep exhale as the referee would slide up next to the pair!

"One!..."

"Two!!!...."

"Three!!!!......"

The count went as the referee slapped her hand down for the final count! The bell ringing and the crowd cheering over it, so loud that Belinda at first didn't noticed that the match was over, holding onto that leg for dear life. When it finally dawned upon her with the referee tapping her on her shoulder, Belinda would release that leg of Cicilia and literally slump back on top of her, lying across the German as she panted out. Her body drenched in sweat and bruises at this point, looking up at the arena lights.

She tried to not inconvenience Cicilia too long, and push up to a seated position where the referee would move in and raise the blond's right arm to declare her the winner, for the moment too fatigued to rise up to her feet.

Even though Cicilia knew she could not break this hold... SHE DIDN'T SIMPLY LET IT HAPPEN! She fought and struggled and PUSHED against Belinda as each number came down, using the last meager vestiges of her power to try and prolong this fight for just a little bit longer...

THREE!

Cicilia gasped heavily as Belinda dropped her leg, the German falling limp too as the blonde collapsed on top of her, the two sweat-drenched women just gasping and heaving for breath as the fight had been concluded! Belinda had won!...

...And damn it, she deserved it...

Even in pain, even covered in bruises, a thick sheen of her own sweat and with muscles burning like they almost never have... Cicilia couldn't help but smile... It was a good fight... She had fought her hardest... and the champion had returned the gesture honorably... She did not insight Cicilia, she didn't try to poke at any painful places... The boxer could see why Belinda had the title of champion... She deserved it, title and belt...

Eventually, Cicilia's opponent would rise off her, pulling herself into a seated position as the ref came around to name the champ the winner. The German groaned heavily and PUSHED herself up off the floor in a seated position up beside the woman who had defeated her, still gasping for breath... still smiling...

"Hey... Great........ Great fight..." Cicilia offered, reaching out a shaky fist for Belinda to bump. "I... I... haven't had a..... fight like that... before... You have... my respect..." Between heavy breaths, the German spoke, lowering her hand whether Belinda struck it or not. She might've been disappointed she lost... but she didn't regret this fight... It was a DAMN good one... one she would smile about for days after.

Belinda remained seated and panting as the referee came back towards, she had raised her arm already but for the moment she brought her Tag Title Belt towards the blond who would hug it and drape it over her left shoulder. Turning her head as she watched Cicilia start to move up towards a seated position as well.

Seeing the woman raise her fist up and offer a fistbump, the tired and sweaty Belinda would raise her arm as well, bumping fists with the raven haired boxer. " Hah....I knew you'd be tough....considering how well you did against Ouka...." Belinda said, panting out between nearly every few words or so. " But....yeah....this was intense...." Belinda said, a wide grin forming on her face.

" One....hell....of a match....You've got....my respect as well...." Belinda let out as she would remain seated for a few more seconds, panting. Slowly she would start to to push herself up, trying to rise up towards her feet. "Heh..." Belinda let out, having a fun thought. " Time has begun to move again..." Belinda would jokingly exclaim.

Cicilia would lift herself up just a second or two behind Belinda, the German unable to hold back a snicker as the champion made another Jojoke!

"Damn... if feel like I've been.... hit with a road-roller..." She chuckled softly, wincing as her body ACHED with the rapid motions of her giggles! She flashed a quick smile at the champion before making her way towards the edge of the ring from the direction she had entered, sighing heavily as she forced herself to relax... This was a good day, all things considered. She met a fellow nerd, had an EPIC fight that would go down in the AFW history books surely... and hopefully she made a friend.

...A good one...

"Well... Congratulations on.... your win.... Belinda. It was... a pleasure... to fight you..."

With that, the German would make her way out... eager to get home... and sleep all this damage off!

She watched as Cicilia moved up to her feet and began to make her way out of the ring, " Pleasure was mine..." Belinda let out as she would push up to her feet as well. She watched as Cicilia left the arena, spending a moment or two to bask in the hard earned victory.

Soon enough she took would leave the ring, hoping she'd run into Cicilia again. It wasn't often she met a fellow nerd in the ring, should probably look her up later....after all the bruises had healed for the both of them.

Winner: Belinda Northman