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

No matter how angry, how violent, how ruthless an opponent was, a cheap attack between the legs shut your dominance down no matter what kind of wrestler you were. So as cheap and cheaty as the move was...it worked, didn't it?

Alice would slip out of the turnbuckle to let Cicilia drop on top of it, her foe's misery bringing a smile to her face. On the other side of the ring, the tef and GASTER seemed to have settled their differences, and the Shadow Lord was looking squarely at her sister, the younger Gaster feeling her sibling's accusatory gaze on her back.

Ref got her attention back on the match right as Alice took one step back, and rushed towards the downed boxer, trying to nail her arm across the back of her knee to damage her leg with a chop block!

Distracted, in pain, weakened, the Juggernaut was now EVEN slower to react to the actions of her opponent, Alice slipping behind her and delivering into her a strike to her knee that would completely take her off her feet! With her legs taken out, the boxer could only let out a surprised yell... followed by a pained GASP as her back SLAMMED into the floor, her legs now hanging slightly out between the ring-corner turnbuckle, her arms hanging out loosely over her head...

This went so far south, this fight might as well had been taking place in Salzburg right now... How could things have changed this quickly...? She had been dominating HARD not a few moments before! What could've possibly changed in these girls to have given them such a substantial power boost!?

Whatever it was, they were reveling in it. Through pained, squinted eyes, Cicilia watched that stupid face of her currently in-ring opponent, how her twisted little smile indicated pleasure at the retribution she was inflicting. She must've thought this was funny, that she was going to wring the Juggernaut dry of everything she wanted... The Boxer only stared back at her, defiant and angry, the twin emotions that always seemed to accompany her everywhere she went. If Alice approached her, took her time now that she was down, the boxer would attempt to lash OUT at her ankles with her arms, to SWEEP those legs out from under her and take her down too!

If she didn't... Cicilia would simply have to wait for an opportunity...

With Cicilia off her feet, Alice felt on top of the world. That feeling of fear over the boxer's murderous rage subsided, and only the residual feeling of adrenaline remained in her body, wanting to beat the German up a lot more:

"Not so scary now, hu---WHOA!"

As she approached Cicilia, planning to latch onto her hurt leg and hammer...or rather, twist, the damage in further, Cicilia's arm would find her way around the Brit's ankle, sweeping Alice off her feet, straight onto her rear!

"Crap!"

Alice tried to get away on her arms and legs, instinctively trying to pull away from her dangerous foe...

Alice recoiled in fear with her legs taken out from under her, the Juggernaut rising as she fell as if the weight of the scales of fate had been shifted. The smaller girl fell back like a helpless villager before the awakening monster, her eyes wide in shock, her movements erratic with Cicilia's slow, measured, deliberate. If there was one thing the German was great at, it was controlling space, setting a tone, making it feel as if the air that surrounded her increased in multitudes of weight her presence like that of a planetoid, redirecting gravity the way she wished.

Not so scary...?

Cicilia loomed over Alice like the giant over Jack, like Goliath over David, like Grendel over Beowulf. Her sanguine eyes emanated bright enough to cast a shadow over her features below, hiding them from sight in an almost faceless mask of darkness, a proper addition to such a commanding, inhuman tone she set with her body-language. One could almost hear the chorus of gods cry for the safety of the people in the ring with such a beast, the onlookers' unmeasured yells and whispers serving as the white-noise that blocked out any other stimuli but this moment. It was like a predator in a cage with it's prey, a demon fully unbound on the world of man, something far beyond any mere girl could begin to comprehend towering leagues above her in every way but the physical. One could hear the muscles in the German's body constrict, her bones groan as she lifted her foot high, STOMPING DOWN on the spot Alice once occupied as she just BARELY managed to scuttle out of the way in time!

The noise of her boot CRASHING into the floor was as much a shock to the crowd as it would've been to any average fighter, her boot actually denting in a bit, a sign of what might've just been Alice's rib-cage. Cicilia's face wasn't contorted with rage, ugly and goblin-like with her features contorted inwards and upwards. Rather, it was cool, focused, clean of expression, her lips falling neutral, her brow unfurrowed, her aura still powerful, yet far less wild and berserk. Approaching at a rapid pace, Cicilia chased after Alice, just waiting for her to attempt to rise... only for her face to be accosted by a jaw-snapping uppercut!

Alice felt Cicilia's immense rage towards her. Just what has she gotten herself into with this woman? The German's silent anger towards her was akin to an anger towards someone's worst nemesis, someone who destroyed once life thoroghly and completely...not towards someone who cheated in a wrestling match!

Alice would roll out of the way just in the nick of time as Cicilia tried to stomp at her, the ring shaking with such a force, she believed that the stomp would've legitimately put a hole through her.

The Pale Rider rushed to her feet, trying to avoid a potentially deadly strike from her rival...only for her to stand up right into Cicilia's fist driving itself into her jaw.

Alice was legitimately sent flying, her arms catching herself at the middle rope...as her consciousness was going in and out, the picture in her eyes glowing bright and dark, her brain in complete disarray after the vicious uppercut from Cicilia...

The German's power repelled Alice like one negative charge to another, sending the smaller woman recoiling to the floor, barely missing the boot that would've crushed her like the ant that she was. Alice, knowing the full force of the beast she was fighting, would bare witness to the power of the Juggernaut's stomp, the connection with the floor so mighty, so powerful as EXPLODE in a mighty roar that rivaled that of ignited cannons, shocking the audience that a mere human could generate such force! Barely escaping her doom the first time, Alice would not be so lucky with the second as Cicilia's fist would HAMMER into the woman's jaw, practically sending her FLYING back towards the edge of the arena, barely holding herself up against the ropes! The light in her eyes flickered weakly like a dying firefly in the grasp of a larger, more powerful predator, that very same beast slowly closing in on her defeated prey as its very consciousness slipped in and out of its grasp.

"What did you think was going to happen?" Cicilia growled under her breath as she approached Alice, reaching down and GRABBING her by the strap of her top. The German's yank would pull the woman up to her feet, or as close as she could to it with those weakened legs, the German raising her other first, cocking it back by her head. It would be like looking into the barrel of a gun that Cicilia had loaded and place right up to her nose, the fist aimed at her face, just as deadly was the weapon itself. "Did you think you were going to get away scott-free, du dummes ding?" The boxer would stare into the face of Alice, seemingly contemplating if she should pull the trigger on her attack... before lowering her fist and dragging Alice back into the center of their battleground, somewhere safe from the edges where teamwork could be exploited.

Should she manage to do so, Cicilia would scoop the woman up in her arms and HOIST her onto her shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, beginning the countdown to Alice's defeat with one of the few submissions of which the Juggernaut was capable!

If it were up to Clara, she would've already thrown in the towel for her sister. She knew Alice was tough, she knew she survived tougher scraps...but the difference being that she wasn't a part of those matches, she didn't get a front row seat to seeing her sibling being beaten up like this. But, while she was on the outside of the ring, she had no influence over the match. She could quit...but that would just mean surrendering Alice to her painful faith. She had to be here in case Alice tagged out...and from there...

Meanwhile, the Pale Rider desperately clung to the last remains of her consciousness from the vicious uppercut to her jaw, her vision of the bright lights above the Friction arena going in and out as Cicilia bullishly dragged her foe upwards by her shirt. Her consciousness recovered somewhat, hearing the Juggernaut's rough voice towards her...as long as seeing the fist aimed squarely in her face:

"Do it...", Alice muttered, fully knowing that the vicious punch from the boxer would result in her busted open, in her knocked out...or possibly even worse.

Despite the fact that this would've won her the match, Cicilia decided to not go for the attack, instead hoisting the Brit up on her shoulders for a Fireman's Carry for a different attack...

...It would've been too easy. Cicilia's might was a club, a crushing instrument, not meant to be used with precision. A swing from her mighty fist could bash through most women with no issue on their BEST day... but Alice was already putty, weak and squishy, something easily shattered if she had followed through. This woman would've seen her entire existance BURN away with one final blow, her mind snap and her experiences blink away into the void... gone... or as close to it as Cicilia could've brought them. As angry as she was... that level of destruction wasn't meant for her. She had not threatened Cicilia's life... She hadn't threatened Sayumi's safety... No, she wouldn't beat this girl's lights out... but she would force her to submit. Hoisting Alice up onto her shoulders, Cicilia would carry her with some level of ease, seemingly not at all disturbed by the extra weight.

"This is over." Cicilia growled... before HOISTING Alice up over her head and DROPPING her like a sack of meat and potatos, the woman being taken by gravity... RIGHT onto a spike! At the same time Alice would drop, the German would follow, zipping down to one knee, a knee that would await the woman's stomach to collapse upon with all her weight! In some ways, this move might've been worse, forcing this woman onto her knee with all the force of gravity behind her... But at least it was, in her mind, a surefire way to end this match! She didn't like playing the bad-guy... but that's all she'd been to these two...

...She didn't want to make that last any longer than it had to.

With Alice's body not responding from the fatigue and pain inflicted on her by Cicilia, the German Boxer could easily end the match right there, choosing to to end the match with a power based move, rather than a deadly punch. With that, Cicilia would pick Alice up from her shoulders to a Gorilla Press position...before dropping her forward, gut first, onto her outstretched knee!

Alice couldn't even scream as she gasped for air from the move, immediately curling into a ball as her lungs deflated from the hard blow to her stomach, followed by painful coughs from the smaller woman, unable to get air back to her lungs after a hellacious manuever like that. Her vision started getting darker from the lack of oxygen, and it seemed she was easy pickings for Cicilia to finish the match right then and there.

As far as Cicilia was concerned, this match was over. With one mighty move, Alice was broken in half, her wheezing gasps being the final sounds of defeat even before the bell made it official. The German would look around quickly before claiming her prey, careful... in case she had any unwanted visitors in her ring. The sisters were tight, neither wanted to see the other get beaten as much to a pulp as one of them was now... Likely the other would jump in, determined to save her sibling... but what good would it do when their team-strength was shattered...? Should nobody come to challenge the Juggernaut after she had buffered Alice against her knee, the German would push her off and onto the floor, allowing her to drop like a sack of potatoes... letting that final impact stamp "DEFEATED" across her recollections of this fight.

"Its over." Cicilia declared flatly to both Alice... and herself. There was no need to push this any farther. Look at her! Cicilia would oversee the poor, wheezing woman, her breaths more like heaves to desperatly reinflate her lungs, to try and force air through her poor, broken body! It was all she could do to stay conscious (if one could call it that), Alice curled inwards like a shrimp... or a wounded child. It would only hurt Cicilia's pride to FINISH Alice right here and now, to land one final blow that would affirm her victory. Alice already looked like he'd need days to come back to full, working order, weeks for her own pride to recover after her challenge was revealed as an exercise in futility. For all intents and purposes, she was defeated!

...It was so easy to hear that... and almost impossible to understand what it meant...

Cicilia's muscles tensed, her jaw clenched, energy flashing through her as her supply hadn't been exhausted! Her gaze sharp, her fingers twitching lightly, her breath HEAVY as adrenaline flashed through her veins! She needed an outlet... and one was right here, beaten and broken... But not deserving. Alice was nothing, if not the face of this match, attempting, if in vein, to salvage her sister's lost honor and attain some of her own. She was the knight that wanted to slay the beast, the hunter of the maleficent monster... She was noble, even if her purpose had a selfish tint to it...

With a loud huff, attempting to reign herself back in, Cicilia would grab Alice's shoulder and pull her over on her back. A moment later, she would gently lay atop her in a pin, the German attempting to end this fight right here!

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