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

Ouka was on the floor, gasping for air as the German stood over her, a boot raised in the air, ready to stomp that beautiful red-head into the floor...

...Images flashed across the German's mind, blocking out the real world and placing her in a very familiar... nightmarish position... There she knelt on the floor of the De'Reignhardt training room, coughing up her lungs after her older sister had struck her with a gut-scrambling knee to her stomach... It was as if her lungs had suddenly disappeared from her chest, Cicilia unable to get a SINGLE breath in through her own unstable coughs! Elfrida stood above the small, young boxer as she retched and heaved over the floor, her eyes puffy and swollen with tears, sanguine gaze staring up pitifully at her own flesh and blood.

"Why...?" they seemed to ask... as that boot came down on her face...


Cicilia found herself frozen as those images haunted her like the ghosts of her past, the German's body beginning to quake, her eyes growing wet... She stared down at Ouka... her friend, a ghost-illusion of her younger self seeming to hover beside her, matching the woman's gasps for air....

"....I..." She muttered, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

...It was a nightmare... That nightmare... all over again...

Ouka was completely oblivious to the fact that Cicilia was about to curb stomp her head into the mat as she placed her hands underneath her body, sliding her knees up to push herself up to a higher stance. Even though her head was swirling in a billion different direction, she knew that she and Cicilia came to a mutual understanding that all was going to be fair! It would come down to who couldn't hit harder anymore!

She was also oblivious to the inner turmoil that Cicilia was going through as she looked up with a smile, "Heh...stealing my move huh? Can't let that slide so easily!" she shouted, her eyes locked on her friend and rival as she was consumed by the fight they were having!

Shooting back to her feet, Ouka didn't even take the time to consider what Cicilia was doing standing still, perhaps it was Cicilia's way of beckoning a retaliation shot! They did a lot of those the last time they fought, why would this be any different?

The Boisterous Red Head wasted little time in shooting her head forward, attempting to smack Cicilia right into her face!

Cicilia's moment of hesitation cost her the advantage she had gained... though it was probably just as well given the treatment she was going to inflict upon her best friend. Ouka, oblivious to her once-imminent punishment, retorted to that knee with a MASSIVE headbutt straight into her face, knocking the German HARD on her ass, a hand shooting up to cradle her nose where it was hit dead on! The German blinked rapidly, the blow knocking her out of her own head enough to remember that there was still a fight going on, that she wasn't reliving her darker nightmares from a different perspective.

...She wasn't the bully her sister was...

Heh... Funny how much else a headbutt can knock into you.

"O-oh yeah...?" Cicilia responded with her smirk returning, climbing back up to her feet and looking her red-headed rival dead in the eye. Yeah, there was that look of defiance the two of them shared, that hot-headed thuggish desire to outmuscle and out-punch your opponent purely as a matter of pride. They were a lot alike, Ouka and Cicilia...

...But not the same. She had to remember that. She was a different person. A Person she liked and cared about... but she wasn't her.

So stop being weak and punch her already!

"Who's going to stop me? You? HA!" The German snorted, pulling her hand back from her face... then curling it into a fist and HURLING it straight at Ouka's jaw! Enough playing around with kiddy-gloves! Time to get serious! If her punch connected, Cicilia would quickly grab at at the Red-head's shoulders in an effort to whirl her around, her back exposed to the Juggernaut. She would, from there, slip her arms under hers, interlocking her fingers together behind Ouka's skull in a powerful full-nelson!

Ouka had no idea how she smacked Cicilia back into reality as she stood over the Juggernaut toppling her over onto her butt as the Red Head stood over her! Ouka was feeling pretty confident about herself having dropped Cicilia on her butt, even though it was a dead give away that she was going to do it with her relentless and reckless style, dropping Cicilia and stopping her assault was a feat in of itself for the Red Head!

"Heh...yeah! How was that!? Pretty good huh, seeing that it dropped your ass!" she gleefully let out, joking yes but it was in no way mocking the Juggernaut. Ouka knew better than to underestimate the explosive power of her friend.

"Hah! Seeing that I did it before...I'll do it again!" Ouka let out, but the speed of Cicilia caught her off guard as that explosive power came into play, smashing right into her jaw that sent her head whipping back! Stumbling backwards, Ouka gripped her jaw as she fought to stay on her feet, giving Cicilia plenty of time to fly up and spin her around, seizing her arms for a full nelson! It was simple hold that had a simple equation; More Power equals More Pain as Ouka quickly followed up!

She gritted her teeth as her neck and shoulders were being compressed, Ouka arms dangling as she tried to power back to the hold to try and prevent Cicilia from pushing down her head all the way! It was still painful just to do that...

"NNNGH!" Cicilia growled as Ouka fought her... but the Juggernaut was in the superior position! More or less, the red-head's resistance was merely that: resistance, making VERY little headway in actually freeing herself and perhaps only making the hold that much more painful!

"Heh. What's wrong, Ouka?" Cicilia demanded, tightening and tightening her grip ever further! "You were talking all that good-shit a second ago!" She smirked as her friend struggled in her grip, the boxer obviously enjoying knocking that cocky little smirk right off Ouka's face! So what if she knocked her over? She wouldn't have been the first! The thing she needed to learn was that keeping Cicilia down would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do!

As Cicilia pushed and PUSHED her rival's head down with her hands, she contemplated where she could go from here. The problem with the Full-Nelson was that it couldn't really be transitioned to anything without breaking your hold and giving the opponent a chance at freedom...

Well... in MMA that was...

Cicilia QUICKLY shifted the grip of her arms, instead hooking them around Ouka's, TUGGING her rival's respectable form against her own, her breasts pressing tightly against her back! Cicilia had effectively pinned her rival against herself as they stood together, the boxer smirking in anticipation, knowing what would come next!

"HMPH!" She grunted, bending back in a great show of flexibility, SLAMMING Ouka shoulders-first behind her in a mighty suplex... where she held her in an effort of an early-game pin!

1!

Ouka reached behind her head, trying to pull the iron-like grip of the Juggernaut's hands off of her neck but it was as difficult as it sounded and Ouka could not make much leeway in freeing her neck! "Nnnnnngh!" Ouka growled, her neck being forced down and shoulder blades compressing against each other to cause a painful tension of muscles and nerves as her head was forced lower and lower! She gritted her teeth as she twisted her body, stomping her feet into the mat to try and pull herself away from Cicilia. "Why don't you...just be quiet!?"

But she had no luck.

Her arms raised high, releasing the hands as she attempted to just brute force her way out of this hold by thrusting her arms down to try and break the hold! However, before she even could throw her arms down, Cicilia had taken advantage and with no resistance had her arms slip down from Ouka's neck and down around her waist! Her eyes widened as she felt those impressive breasts mashing against her back as the arms tightened around her waist.

She knew what was coming!

But before she had a chance to even defend, the power of Cicilia came into play again as she whipped Ouka back, lifting her off of her feet and plowing her back first into the mat! "Guuuuh!" she groaned out as her legs hung over her head, folded up as the referee started counting!

"2!" Was as high as Ouka was going to let the count go as she kicked her legs up, throwing her body to the side to kick out!

For a moment, Cicilia thought she had won... It would've been a major disappointment if she had... but it seemed as if she was going to take it! A countdown as long as 'two' this early in this fight? It might as well had gone up to three! Cicilia was proven wrong, however, as the redhead kicked out at the last minute, throwing them both to the side as she ripped out of her pin! She had some things to say, some taunts to encourage Ouka to do better... but she kept them silent... for now. It seemed as if her rival had enough motivation anyway to keep her end of the fight going... if only to beat her!

...And that was one of the reasons she liked her so much! They fought so much the same way!

"Hmph." He grumbled, rolling off of Ouka and rising to her full height! Cicilia wouldn't capitalize on the read-head being down, however. That wasn't they game they played before and it wasn't the one she wanted to play now. Their back and forth power-plays were what made this so much fun! As challenging as it would be if they practiced their agility as much as their might, the German firmly believed that wasn't what either of them were about!

Power, steamrolling, strength... These were their greatest attributes and these were what they needed to test!

...And Cicilia couldn't test it... without Ouka on her feet and at her best!

She stepped back and waited, crossing her arms in anticipation for her rival to stand tall and proud opposite of her... fore she would not have it any other way!

Ouka rolled onto her side, wiping her lip of either sweat or spit that had rolled out of her mouth from getting suplexed right on her head. As she moved her hand past her lips, they curled into a smile as she began to make her way up to her feet, looking over at the Juggernaut who was standing up with her arms crossed over her chest, waiting for her to rise up and met her. She let out a chuckle, "Ohohoho, you think...that since you got one lucky suplex...you're in control?" she let out as she planted her foot underneath herself, pushing up to a standing base to shove herself right against Cicilia, going nose to nose with her!

Although she was trying to seem confident and unfazed, Ouka would be a liar in saying that she wasn't. The full nelson did some damage to her back and neck and the German Suplex only exasperated them. But she was sure as hell not going to use that as an excuse not to keep bringing the fight to Cicilia! This monstrous task in front of her, the more and more it seemed difficult, the more that Ouka wanted to CRUSH it!

"You'd be damn wrong about that." she let out, smirking right in Cicilia's face before attemptiing to grab Cicilia at the back of her neck, pulling her down a bit before trying to twist up and deliver a European uppercut right into the Juggernaut's chest!

"You're not exactly proving me wrong, Ouka." Cicilia remarked as the redhead challenged the German's confidence! Look at her, being thrown about so easily... If Ouka wanted to prove that she was really in control here, she would have to get on her feet and TAKE it! Well, the japanese wrestler did managed to peel herself off the floor and stand eye-to-eye with the Juggernaut once again, the tension between their stares so palpable, one might be able to see the electricity crackling between their eyes! No visible lasting effects on her opponent... Good. She wanted this to last...

*BAM!*

Cicilia was suddenly caught by surprise as Ouka came RIGHT back with a massive European uppercut into the Juggernaut's jaw, sending her head FLYING upwards with a bone-rattling -CRACK!- The illusion that the German had complete and utter control over her opponent was merely that, a facade created solely from the arrogance Cicilia may or may not have been known for! The impact was so solid and sure, the boxer was actually stunned for a second or two, shocked by the amount of power that had been put into the blow... Her eyes fluttered, her gaze dulled... but she quickly recovered, flashing her rival a hostile glare!

"Grrr...!" She growled, lashing back with a counter-attack of her own, a haymaker punch aimed RIGHT at her rival's cheek, intent on sending her rival reeling! Playtime's over... Warm ups were over... It was time to start fighting like she meant it!

If her punch connected, the Juggernaut would keep up the attack, forever moving forward like the machine of battle she was! Cicilia would reach out with her hands, aiming to grab Ouka's shoulders... before DRAGGING the other woman in for a nasty headbutt right to the center of her face... Pushing her back a bit... only to DRAG her back in for an utterly brutal knee right to her stomach! Cicilia had been training, focusing on her combinations, one of her weaker points. Now Ouka would feel the wrath of this newer, better Juggernaut, a Juggernaut that fought with skill as much as brawn!

The sickening sound of flesh against flesh rang out as Ouka's arm connected with Cicilia's chin, Ouka's arm shooting up to the lights above before dropping back down as she took a step forward, her own momentum swinging into the blow catching herself off balance while the Red Head was smiling widely after smashing Cicilia's chin! She would quickly get back into position as she knew that Cicilia was going to come right back at her with renewed fury.

And it came in the form of a brutal haymaker to the face that snapped Ouka's head to the side. It was horrid looking hit, especially with the way Ouka's hair flew from the whipping of her head but miraculously she managed to stay on her feet as she felt Cicilia's hands grabbing at her hair, pulling her in for a headbutt! Even in her dazed state, Ouka had the instinct to angle her chin down to have her forehead absorb the blow instead of her nose. It wasn't the best of options, but it was definitely better than getting a busted nose as she was forced off balance easily, shoved back and then pulled right back as a knee came crashing into her stomach!

Spit flew out of Ouka's mouth, but the Number One Face of the Entire World was not to be beaten so soundly and easily.

Her arms snapped forward, wrapping around Ciclia's leg as she held it close to her burning stomach. Gritting her teeth, she kept the leg up to keep Cicilia off balance as she would show off a portion of her technique as she brought her leg forward, attempting to sweep out Cicilia's remaining leg to try and bring her to the ground! If she was successful, Ouka would quickly dive down with Cicilia, attempting to place herself between Cicilia's legs in Full Guard and attempted to throw right haymakers for some ground and pound!