Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt 2: Hardcore Vengeance!

Rules:
Type: Hardcore Match
Victory/Lose Conditions: Pin/Submission

There were not words enough to express how much Cicilia had been looking forward to this rematch against Ouka... After her last match ended against her in such an anti-climactic way, the German had been looking to arrange another one where she could even the score with her red-headed rival! Hardcore seemed like the kind of fight to fit them both well, both of them monsters of strength, speed and savagery, perfect fits for the nature of what hardcore was! There was no way Cicilia was going to lose this fight now... She had been training HARD since then in both her boxing and wrestling attributes for the sole purpose of bringing Ouka to her knees! She trained not to just beat this woman... but to utterly DOMINATE her... but honestly enough, of course.

The German's theme blasted over the arena, the crowd CHEERING her appearance as the boxer stepped out before them! Heh... She couldn't help but smile as their cries of praise touched her just a tad, drinking it in a little for once...

Alright... enough was enough...

She made her way down the ramp, cracking her knuckles all the way down as she gazed over the arena... substantially more weapons scattered around than usual! Those stupid kendo-swords, wooden tables and ladders folded laid all over the place, even thin lines of rope lay across the floor of the ring... She could only wonder what people did with that.

She walked out as relaxed as could be, confident that her training would make ALL the difference in this fight... She did, however, watch her back... just in case Ouka was feeling a little... opportunistic on this rule-free night. Experience has taught her that wrestlers here were not above ambushes and while she trusted her rival to maintain some code of honor... she wasn't taking any chances. Call her paranoid, but she was NOT getting hit in the back of the head with a fucking steel chair on her way to fight!

Appearance:

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The German would slip into the ring under the bottom rope, scooping up a little Kendo-blade curiously on her way up... curious. It was surprisingly disproportionate... light along the sides but heavier at the top... weird...

Bah. she didn't even need it. Give her a chair or a pair of knuckles any day! Tossing the blade aside, she crossed her arms and waited for Ouka in the center of the ring... more than eager to prove herself!

Ouka was pumped.

She was also waiting for this day, which she didn't have to wait too long as the league quickly organized a rematch between her and Cicilia The Juggernaut. With how brutal and hard hitting the match became, it was only fitting that they would be thrown into a No Rules fight! After how Ouka barely scraped by with the win in the hard-hitting match, she was looking for a bit of redemption with winning in more convincing fashion! She couldn't let people think that she was losing her edge in any fashion as this match was more into Ouka's ball field and she had a feeling that Cicilia was in the same field as her, even though she felt that Cicilia could probably do more damage than any steel chairs with her own two fists.

She was going to find out if that was true or not.

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The Woman With the Most Beautiful Red Hair to Ever Grace This Earth stepped out on to the stage, her arms extended out for everyone to bask in her glory as she had on her signature smirk. Although she knew how dangerous this match was going to be, especially with someone like Cicilia who she has come to respect and even fear her strength, she had unshakeable confidence in herself to come out the victor as she made her way down to the ring.

Weapons adorn all over ringside for the two women to batter each other with. She eyed a few ideas on what to use first, there was nothing stopping her from picking one up and starting the match with, but she felt that she could get to that when it got to that as she stared at Cicilia in the ring. Her smirk was still bright and big as ever, even with the monumental task ahead of her as she climbed up on the apron, the tense staredown continuing as she stood on the apron before stepping through the ropes and walking right up to the Juggernaut!

"Heh, good to see you again Cicilia."

Oh, and there she was. Ouka Shumisen, coming from back-stage and making a damn big show of it in the process! It really was hilarious how different they could be while being so much the same... Cicilia couldn't give a damn about showing off for the crowd and yet, here her red-headed rival was, striking poses and spreading her arms out for the audience to cheer for! It was fun to watch, don't get her wrong... She supposed that she was just a bit more... self-conscious about such things than Ouka... Whatever. All that was superficial. What was truly worth paying attention to was that the beautiful red-head walked RIGHT up to the German Juggernaut, hesitating not even a moment!

"Heh. Same to you, Ouka." Cicilia smiled genuinely, offering her fist for her friend to bump. The two of them squared right up with one another, the two standing toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye. Even with the clear friendliness between them, anyone could FEEL the intensity begin to shake the surrounding air, the presence of their competitive spark beginning to distort the world around them!

...Okay, perhaps it wasn't THAT great, but it was at least tangible and, at most, easily visible. For Cicilia, this match was two things: A chance to hang out with a girl she admired, trading punches and grapples and have a good time! The other thing was that this would be an excellent opportunity for the German to settle the score and take back that loss from the Red-headed future champion! It wouldn't be easy... and Cicilia would have to fight tooth and nail for it....

...But when has anything easy been worth fighting for?

"I'll admit it... I've missed fighting you. I really can't think of a single person who's gone toe-to-toe with me like you have." Her smile grew sharper with a competitive edge, her eyes burning with drive... and very clear excitement. "All those other girls... who'll just slip and slide around, make it hard to get a hold on... They're not like you. You fight like I do... and you can stand up to me. I hope you've been training, because I'm not going to make this any easier on you."

Ouka tapped her fist against Cicilia's, giving her a firm bump as she stood in front of the Juggernaut. They may have been friends, but everyone who watched their last match knew that these two wouldn't let friendship get in the way of a fight, especially one with no rules! Barely scratching by with a win the last time they fought, Ouka could rank the beating she took from Cicilia quite high in her memory of matches, she knew she had to push herself a lot more harder to make this fight not as close to prove to everyone that she could stop the Juggernaut whenever she wanted!

...Even if it was going to be a fucking hard thing to do against Cicilia.

"Feh, I don't have time for that boring pick your spot style. Besides, my fans deserve an exciting fight of highlights and big hits!" she proclaimed herself loudly so her fans heard her even without the assistance of a microphone. "And I have been training, hope you have been too...for me to whup your butt that is!" she let out before laughing at her own joke, hands firmly planted on her hips as she boisterously laughed, as if to dissuade any doubts that anyone had that she couldn't take on Cicilia in this anticipated rematch. She would then quickly lean in, her voice a lot lower than before, "...Seriously though, could you like...keep it just underneath what you did last time? I barely could walk back to the gorilla before collapsing."

Cicilia couldn't help but smile as Ouka bumped her fist right back, glad to see that she happy to see her too. Ouka's grandiose statements of having been training to beat her only widened the smile upon the German's face and raised the bar of expectations, the Juggernaut expecting an even harder struggle this evening... Of course, no rules would likely guarentee that, considering Cicilia sometimes turned her nose up at weapons her opponents would LEAP for... and also avoid the classic spots on a woman one should never hit... those being the breasts and sex just on principle. One might call it a handicap, a challenge for Cicilia to overcome in these fights... She just saw it as her exercising her principles be this a rule-free battle or not.

"Good." She responded flatly. Ouka leaned in a bit and the German's first thought was that she was going to get in her face and tell her off or something, play up the crowd a little more than she already had... but no, her movements were too quick... urgent to be threatening or imposing... Cicilia blinked in surprise as the red-headed wrestler actually asked her to TONE IT DOWN a bit from last time, citing that she could barely make it backstage before falling! She... didn't quite know how to take this... Maybe it was some kind of compliment, an admission of defeat already, that Ouka couldn't handle the power she had experienced... or perhaps it was a plead for mercy, another handicap atop a pile...

...She decided that this was just a request from one friend to another, wanting them both to walk out together on their FEET instead of having to be carried out in a stretcher. She could respect that.

"Uh... Sure. So long as you do the same." Cicilia whispered back quickly. "I got a girl back at my place... don't wanna come home looking too mangled if you know what I mean..." A compromise for a compromise. Fair's fair! Cicilia still... couldn't help but feel a little guilty... and perhaps even let down! Even the girl she admired had suffered from her power... No more... She would control herself, damn it! Even if she had found her equal, she was NOT her chew-toy! Even while they fought tooth and claw, she had to treat her with more respect than that...

Ouka let out a laugh when she heard Cicilia's response, talking her words up front. Straight forward, it was a quality that Ouka enjoyed in the girls she fought! She would playfully poke Cicilia's stomach with her elbow, lightly jabbing her in a lighthearted way. "Haha! I'm kidding! I know you and I know me. Settling for anything less than a hundred percent isn't going to cut it!" she let out, joking with Cicilia, although she would've like not nursing a battered body for a week, fighting at a hundred was always more enjoyable! She would bring her hand up as she would flick Cicilia on the nose, still joking with the Juggernaut who she saw as an equal when it came to power and ferocity!

Maybe Cicilia beat her in the department of ferocity, but Ouka was going to everything she could to prove that wrong!

"Don't hold back okay? I mean, yeah let's not mangle each other like freaks. But! Don't hold back okay!?" she let out, jabbing her finger again into the shoulder, a good and honest fight with no rules! She was going to enjoy this to prove where she stood on the pecking order here in AFW!

But just because she was acknowledging Cicilia's strength, she was no fool not to keep it in her mind that Cicilia was exceptionally dangerous without weapons. Ouka would have to go beyond what was necessary for a normal match against Cicilia's calibur in this sort of match!

Cicilia blinked as Ouka just broke out laughing, the German looking at her strangely as the redhead just laughed in her face!

"What...? What are you laughing at...?" Cicilia growled, her cheeks flashing a dark red, embarassed that she wasn't being taken seriously there! Did she think she was kidding...? Was this some kind of charade, Ouka's concern...? What's FUNNY HERE!? WELL, Ouka would explain that her concern over Cicilia's power was merely a joke, that going at anything less than 100% wouldn't be acceptable for her! Cicilia just stared, her expression stagnate stone, trying to process what was going on here...

"...Aha... Funny." She mumbled, glancing off to the side, her cheeks burning even MORE with embarrassment, realizing she'd been tricked! But... She'd been entirely serious! She really WAS concerned about her features healing more mangled than they were already! Those cuts along her wrists and arms and those stab-scars along her abs... That cut across her eye... All those things that already ruined her perfect De'Reignhardt aesthetic on TOP of bad healing from facial wounds...

...She didn't think of herself as vain, that she cared so much about the way she looked compared to SOME girls but... She did have a very quiet fear that one day she'll wake up... and not be able to recognize herself in the mirror with how many hits she'd taken. Just the thought made her stomach cramp up with anxiety... The potential thoughts of her lover when she sees a flattened nose... or a morning when she comes home with an off-center jaw...

Such were the dangers of the sport, such as brain-damage and nerve-damage in American Football but... man... What the hell was she even thinking... She didn't have time for this...

"Yeah. Right. Okay." Cicilia huffed, her expression falling heavy as she brushed off Ouka's finger from her shoulder. Ouka may have been smiling and laughing but the German wasn't so much anymore. Ah, here she was... brooding again...

She backed off a step or two from the redhead, raising her arms up in a grappler's stance, planting herself heavily into the floor in preparation for the match. She knew Ouka didn't mean it but... now she couldn't get those thoughts out of her head...

Ouka's laughing increased when she saw the red in Cicilia's face, it was hilarious to see such a stone face Cicilia show anything other than the joy of fighting. She would continue to laugh as she brought up her hand, patting on Cicilia's shoulder as she found way too much fun in poking fun at the Juggernaut, although the main point of being a wrestler was to beat the tar out of one another that didn't mean that they had to be heartless monsters!

"Hahaha! Lighten up! Laugh a bit! It's not like we're going to kill each other!"

At least, not in the literal of sense, she wouldn't put it pass Cicilia to kill her want to move for like a few days if not a week! She would have to push just as hard as the Juggernaut if she wanted this win, and she really wanted this win as the referee got into position, the two of them backing up into their corners as she bounced up and down, ready for this fight as she waited for the bell!

DING DING

And there it was, Ouka decided to start this no rules brawl off with a bang as she raced across the ring, looking to challenge Cicilia with a running shoulder tackle!

With the two of them backing into their respective corners, Ouka assured Cicilia that they weren't here to KILL each other, that she should lighten up a bit!... Yeah... not the first time she heard that from someone. Heh... The way Ouka laughed kinda got a little smirk out of the German Juggernaut, the way she handled herself so casually and up-beat. For what an utter savage Ouka could be in the ring, she really was a good woman to be around... Strong, fun, and an utter badass, Cicilia couldn't help but chuckle and forget her fears... at least for now!

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Cicilia chuckled, rolling her sanguine eyes. "I AM going to kick your ass though. Get ready, Shumisen!"

DING!

And with the ringing of the bell, Ouka came RIGHT at The boxer as she centered herself, leveling her shoulders down like an American football player going in for a tackle! Cicilia didn't expect anything less, the bull that Ouka was and was more than EAGER to meet her in the middle!

Letting out a hearty battle-cry, the Juggernaut rushed RIGHT in herself, leveling her body EQUALLY with Ouka so that they came rushing right at one another like a pair of minotaurs with their horns lowered, ready and willing to clash with HEAVY stomps trailing behind them!

At the last minute, however, Cicilia's hands would SHOOT out to catch her rival, aiming to change her charge into an overpowering lockup at the last minute! If Ouka was thinking the same way she was, the German's hands would SHOOT out to interlock with her rival's, starting right out of the gate with a test of strength! If not, they would SLAM into her rival's shoulders, aiming to stop her DEAD with the boxer's raw power!

The two brawlers slammed into each other, a loud smack ringing out as they slammed body to body! Ouka had braced herself before thrusting her entire body forward to slam against the exceptionally powerful Cicilia, her arms shooting up to lock horns with Cicilia again in the test of strength lock up! Her smile grew larger as she dug her feet into the mat, trying to shove with all of her strength to try and overpower the Juggernaut and show her and everyone she could match her in strength!

Hands tightened as she pushed, locking foreheads with Cicilia as they battle for control!

"Heh...you haven't...lost a step...figured I'd...smacked you down a peg or two...the last time we fought!" she growled out, her arms shaking with exertion on how hard she was shoving into Cicilia and yet not having a clear advantage over her as she would've liked. But that was the fun of it! Cicilia was one of the hardest fights she had to battle through, and this one shaped up to be even harder now that there was no rules stopping them!