S.A.S. vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt - Handicap Match!

Both sisters were beaming at their handiwork. Cicilia was fuming at the Shadow Lord for targetting her leg the way she was doing...

...however, she was resisting the hold very viciously...and, less than 15 seconds in the hold, practically ripping her leg out of the Shadow Lord's grasp, the momentum causing the Shadow Lord to stumble and fall right onto her arms!

Cicilia looked more than a little angry at GASTER getting the momentary advantage:

"Mwahahahaha! How was it? That wasn't even a percentile of what I will put you through!", GASTER boasted in character: "Soon enough you will sub...mit..."

"Ooof!"

Now the things actually got scary.

Cicilia, with a really...really pissed off look on her face, hobbled towards the Shadow Lord, the ankle lock clearly doing lasting damage...and the boxer looked ready to tear the masked Brit's head off.

Still...with Cicilia's speed impacted, Clara felt she could try and take a big risk on the boxer.

Swallowing her fear, she slowly closed the distance between her and her foe...

...before darting right past her and behind her, aiming to hook her arms around her waist for a waistlock, before attempting to summon her strength, and German Suplex her rival into the canvas!

One of the first things they taught Cicilila in boxing was to NEVER let the opponent get behind you. It was, perhaps, the WORST thing a fighter could do. There were so many ways someone could abuse her if they came at her from such a vulnerable angle, able to grapple and choke and hammer into her back...

Yes, Cicilia was slower and she wasn't going to be running around the ring after GASTER but that didn't mean her ability to whirl around to face her British rival was weakened!

As Gaster darted past her, scurrying like a small rodent, the German Juggernaut did an about-face to turn and meet her... only for the smaller woman to SLAM into the boxer's front instead of her back! If Gaster still attempted a suplex from this position, Cicilia would meet her right there in the moment, wrapping her arms around the Brit's back and SQUEEZING in a bear-hug! She wasn't about to let this girl run around her the entire fight... Even if she still felt guilty about how she beat her to a pulp the LAST time they fought, this didn't mean she was going to just... GIVE her this one!

As GASTER managed to get behind Cicilia's back, she tried wrapping her arms around her rival's waist...

...but, right as she snaked her arms around her foe, she realized that she was looking at her well-toned abs...and lifting her head brought her nose to nose with the German Boxer!

"Ah! Wai-----AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Within a blink of an eye, Cicilia would wrap her arms around GASTER, lifting the Shadow Lord into the air, and squeezing the living daylights out of her spine with a bearhug!

"Let...LET ME GO!!!", she cried out, trying to drive her elbows for Cicilia to release her!

"...This is on you!" Cicilia growled as Gaster cried out in protest of the bearhug, the German juggernaut only squeezing harder and harder! She wasn't intending to break her spine, though she felt she could if she wished it... The smaller girl seemed to be in GREAT agony as she fought against the boxer, squirming and screaming as if she were in a medieval torture rack! She even attempted to hammer the German's face in some desperate attempt at freedom! In response, Cicilia merely tucked her face against the smaller girl and weathered the blows that hammered upon the top and back of her skull, grunting softly as she increased the pressure bit by bit, hit by hit!

"...Look, sorry how I beat the crap out of you last time. I... Didn't mean to go that hard on you... but that doesn't mean I'm giving you the win either, Gaster!"

With her apology stated, Cicilia felt perfectly justified from this point forward in doing whatever she had to (within the bounds of the rules and reason) to obtain her win... and that meant making the small girl in her arms SUBMIT

...even though her cries triggered agonizing and conflicting instincts that inspired her to protect... not hurt...

"AAAAAAAAGH!"

Clara felt helpless once more, just like her previous match vs Cicilia. "This is on you" was ringing throughout the Shadow Lord's head as she kept ramming her arms into Cicilia's back and top of her head, only for the Boxer to increase the pressure on the hold, the Brit's spine feeling as if it could snap into 2 at any minute.

As she struggled in the hold...Cicilia suddenly...apologized for their previous match.

She actually wanted to answer...that it wasn't the German's fault that she herself couldn't fight back...

...but as she opened her mouth, she could only release an agonized shriek from her mouth, as her back still felt as if it was on fire...

It was then that, seemingly out of nowhere, Alice came flying right at Cicilia. The trajectory of her flight suggested that she leapt off the top rope, the ref unable to stop her unlawful entry into the ring as she was preoccupied with GASTER and her possibly tapping out.

As Alice fell downwards, she aimed her forearm right for the German's face, attempting to break the bearhug!

Despite her regret over their last fight, Cicilia only tightened her grip more and more, threatening to break the smaller girl if she did not utter out the words of her concession! She could see it in her eyes, the doubt hidden behind that mask... All it would take is another second or two and this would all b-

"UURRH!" Cicilia groaned as a surprise forearm from absolutely NOWHERE slammed into her jaw, the force of which shocking her utterly and completely! Without hesitation, she released the Lord of Darkness from her crushing grip, allowing her to fall to the ground as the German stumbled away... very nearly falling over her own feet on her unintentional journey to the opposite set of ropes! The boxer, steadying herself by grabbing hold of the middle one, raised her free hand's wrist up to her lips, wiping away a small bit of blood that had dribbled down over them from the impact of that blow....

"Tch." She growled, glancing down at the sanguine smear on her skin as she turned to face the two sisters. As if to make a point, the boxer spat out the remaining blood in her mouth, a small glob hitting the floor by her feet as she raised her hands back into her boxing stance, her sanguine eyes hard... hot... but surprisingly stable! One would think that after such a low blow, the German would've gone full Juggernaut but no... She was MAD... but calculating...

...Were they going to forego the rules and fight together now...? Was Alice taking the stage again...? Cicilia would wait... and watch... preparing a strategy...

With Alice's hard hit, Cicilia would drop the hold, GASTER barely surviving the dreaded bearhug. She dropped on her front after the German was forced back, struggling in comparison to her sister, who was in an upright position in no time, as she grabbed and yanked her sister back to her feet:

"Th-thanks..."

"Don't mention it", Alice said, looking at Cicilia right as their rival spit some blood on the canvas, the Pale Rider's face stretching into a small smile...

...right as the referee approached the Gaster sisters:

"Alright, out of the ring, Alice! One!"

Under her mask, Clara's eyes widened, as she looked to her sister, before Alice replied:

"Enough time for a parting gift!

"Two!"

As Alice looked to the ropes, Clara realized what her sister had in mind, as both members of SAS rushed towards the ropes opposite to Cicilia...

...and rushed at the boxer, jumping up into the air as both smaller ladies aimed their feet at their rival for a simple but brutal double dropkick!

Cicilia frowned slightly when Alice being told to leave wasn't doing too much, her two opponents seemingly formulating a plan quietly together. Yeah, go figure. They were sisters and one of them didn't like seeing the other get crushed. Well... at least in this case. She wondered just how quickly Elfrida would jump to her defense if she was in a similar direction OR... she supposed a better question would be how slow her meandering saunter would be in the face of her suffering. Almost reflexively, Cicilia's teeth gnashed behind her tightly closed lips, a slightly cruel edge flashing in her eyes. Her muscles tightened, her patience shortened... Symptoms of jealousy.

She couldn't help but imagine all the ways she would have been different if Elfrida regarded her the same way Alice did for her sibling.

...Or if she regarded her at ALL for that matter. She wondered... Would she have been as angry as she was now...?

No time to muse about answers however as the two girls CHARGED down the Juggernaut, seemingly going for a counter/combo attack! What else could Cicilia do... but charge as well to meet them? She wasn't just going to stand there and wait for their offense to come! In battle, you GO to your enemy!

The German's plan was simple: Double Clothesline. She was going to RIP the space between them to shreds and then clothesline the HELL out of both of them and take them to the floor. It'd serve Alice right. Cicilia ran HEAD ON at her rivals, arms clenched back, ready to take off their heads... but then suddenly, the pair jumped UP and reared back, their feet LEVELED at Cicilia's chest! She knew what was coming... she SAW it... but the German was JUST too slow!

"GAAAH!" Cicilia roared as 2 pairs of feet SLAMMED into her chest, one per each of her generous breasts, their combined force actually sending the Juggernaut flying a good distance away before SLAMMING into the floor HARD on her back!

Alice was naturally protective of her sister...and she could recognize situations where she had a lot of trouble fighting her foe's. It was slightly awkward to double team an opponent who didn't have a partner, but Alice challenged Cicilia to this match, and she'd be damned if she would embarrass both herself and Clara by losing to the German boxer.

Clara, on the other hand, felt even worse about double teaming Cicilia...but knew that, as she was now, there was no way to beat her alone. Which was why she took Alice up on her offer to try and beat Cicilia...even when it required an assist from her sister like right now.

The two girls would manage to topple their joint foe, dropping her back first onto the floor with a vicious double dropkick to her well-endowed chest, both quickly rising to their feet, right as the ref let out a loud: "FOOOOUR!!!"

"Fine, fine...I am out. Good luck, sis!", Alice let out, quickly slipping under the bottom rope to get to the team's joint corner.

And now, Clara was, once more, left all alone with the downed Cicilia, nervous once more about the boxer, potentially...rising up once more and unleashing her fury on the masked Brit.

Still, GASTER tried to seize the moment, grasping her foe's right arm, and turning her onto her front, before sitting atop Cicilia, and stretching and twisting at her limb, trapping her foe in a Fujiwara Armbar!

Cicilia, as always when her momentum was broken, was slow to recover. The speed she had, the combinations and series of strikes she had delivered took time to build up... and couldn't easily be recovered once lost! Case and point, Clara and Alice SNAPPED the boxer's momentum by knocking her to the floor, the juggernaut growling in frustration as she rolled over on her front and tried to pick herself up!

Gaster, however, was quick to capitalize on the German's downed, state, locking one of her arms into a very special lock... that made it impossible for Cicilia to just strength her way out of! Cicilia groaned and snarled as she attempted to PRY her limb loose of the smaller girl's grip, fighting it with everything she had... and her other was used to SCRAPE at the canvas towards one of the ropes! Her shoulder was cranked back, the boxer PUNISHED in a painful hold! Painful... but not agonizing. These two girls didn't have the kind of strength Cicilia dealt with on a daily basis, the strength of people that could lay the boxer out in a reasonable amount of time, the kind of strength that could go toe-to-toe with the Juggernaut... Still, if given the time, she could feel Gaster could cut past her defenses... and actually start to deal REAL, lasting damage!

Cicilia crawled towards the ropes as fast as her inhibited body could carry her, dragging her opponent along as she fought her at every turn... anything to buy her the time she needed to wrap her fingers around that rope...