Handicap Homecoming: Ciclia De Reignhardt vs. The Super Sisters

Match Type: Tornado Handicap Match.
Ring Type: Standard AFW Ring
Rules: 10 count ringout, 5 count rope breaks. Disqualifications applicable.
Win Condition: Pin, Submission or Knockout

"I can't believe this crap, who does AFW think we are!?"
"C-calm down please Savannah. I-I am sure they intended this to be a competitive showcase..."
"Against one person!? We are the Super Sisters Katy! You need more pride in yourself, I refuse to accept AFW deems us so weak we need to hold each other's hand for our first tag match in a solo act!"

In the backstage locker room, to say Savannah had been a bit intense for the upcoming contest would have been an understatement. The Super Sisters, the self-given name to the team of herself and Katy, had been given their first chance to show their teamwork to a LAW audience. But rather than another tag team like Savannah expected, instead they were given a curve ball and pitted together in a handicap clash against a girl named Ciclia De Reignhardt.

She was someone from the boxing league, who had earned quite a reputation from what Katy could gather who also was known to wrestle if asked of it. But that did little to calm Savannah who had been furious about this. The fact that their debut was against someone fighting alone to her spoke little of AFW's faith in their ability; like they needed the handicap to be competitive which was a blow to her pride.

"L-look, it is not like we are being tossed a girl whose never done a match before o-or something. She does have some clout here. Besides, i-if we win here I-I am sure we can use this to jump to proper tag matches and build a resume." Katy replied back, sitting on a bench as her partner paced back and forth aggressively. Eventually though someone of the AFW staff came up to them and informed them it was time to move to the gorilla position as Savannah took the lead and cracked her knuckles.

"When we win Katy, when we win..." Savannah said, with some fire as she aimed to spin this into a statement match to show AFW they were stronger than just a pair of new girls open to the showoff flex request of this opponent.

Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a handicap match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 350 lbs. They are Savannah Summers and Katy Armstrong...The Super Sisters!

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The entrance theme of the newfound dynamic duo sang through the stadium as sure enough the two made their way to the stage. Katy was naturally nervous, as she usually had been, but tried to stand tall. By contrast Savannah seemed focused and practically bounced on the stage step to step as she was clearly ready to go.

The pair would walk down the entrance ramp and made their wya to the ring. Savannah slide in under the bottom rope while Katy walked up the steps and stepped through the middle rope before the pair struck a pose. Katy would hold one of her well toned arms up in the air while Savannah stood ahead of her and did some air punches. Both were eager and ready to compete, but this meant even more to Savannah as now she had to show AFW what they were worth given in her own mind they viewed them so inconsequential with this match up.

Katy would move to the outside of their team corner as she stood on the apron while Savannah moved to the corner while in the ring as they waited for their opponent to come.

The Super Sisters:

Cicilia herself had grown bored... Her opponents of late had been nothing more than small-fry, creatures that she stomped under her boot like beetles in each match. Every single one fell to one or two blows, the German's colosal power overwhelming them before they could even understand the nature of what they were messing with! Each fight had begun and ended in a matter of minutes, leaving both Cicilia and the crowd watching her more and more dissatisfied... But what could she do? Holding back wasn't exactly her strong suit and the up-and-coming roster for her to choose from was less than palatable! ...And they were looking for teams... Ugh... She really couldn't have been bothered to look for a partner either... Sayumi probably had something to do with her own busy schedule and the boxer herself likely wouldn't serve with someone fresh or unknown to her.

...And that left her one option if she wanted to pay rent and eat this weak...

The Juggernaut's record with 2v1's wasn't the greatest. In most combat situations, having those kinds of odds stacked against you would be enough to scare someone away, knowing that they would be destroyed in a war of attrition. After all, when your prey escapes you, their friend shows up fresh while you are not. The last... what... two times she fought against two, she had almost won, her stamina letting her claw through two separate people and nearly grasp the win... This time, she vowed softly to herself that she wouldn't fall short... Even though these people were simple newbies, she wouldn't give them any quarter...

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"I can just see where this is going..." Cicilia muttered to herself as she observed her opponents first hand, blocking out the mixed reaction to her presence from the crowd around her! It was quite the dichotomy, these two. One was far taller than the other with a body built much thicker. Muscle and strength covered her boldly with an attire drab and monochrom. It looked almost as if she were wearing an ancient prison garb of a tunic and pants of the maroon variety, standing over her partner almost a whole head-and-a-half taller... discounting that hair. She was obviously the muscle of the group...

Then there was the smaller one... and she wasn't in the least impressive... at least from the outside. Thin almost to the point of being disturbingly so in a tube-top thing and baggy pants, the girl looked as if she was going to be speedy support, if nothing else... Despite her assumed role, the girl stood proud and tall, a confident, aggressive air about her as she waited for the Juggernaut, indicating perhaps a leadership position...? She certainly seemed to burn hotter than her partner... Whatever. She didn't have much to say about her... except... Where had she seen her face before...? It looks almost familiar...

The German slipped into the ring without a word, tossing off her jacket to the outside before stepping right up to the middle. Her sanguine eyes flicked to both of their blues, her burning gaze cutting deep, her aura of strength and power practically flashing around her.

"Who's first?" She asked, wasting no time with pleasantries. "Lets get started."

As their lone opponent made her entrance, Katy was stilled slightly nerved all the same. What she had heard about her only was second hand rumor but if her presentation was anything to go by. Still she worked to breath in to relax a bit as the woman approached them as Savannah's eyes never left her as she made her entrance.

She seemed quite sure of herself, kinda the cool and quiet badass type, which only made Savannah more eager to test herself against her.

The woman climbed to the ring and unphased at the two on one simply asked which one wanted her first, which was puzzling given that in a Tornado-style handicap both could take her on. Which Katy had assumed was the game plan but Savannah quickly held a hand up and glanced back at her.

"Sit tight Katy, I got this." Savannah assured as Katy was confused as Savannah moved face to face with Cicilia which caused her to then let out a sigh. Really she should have expected this...

I do hope you know what you are doing Savannah...

"Alright to make it clear you don't need to worry about Katy. I'll be your only opponent for this." Savannah said with visible confidence as she seemed eager to take on the girl herself while having Katy stay back to just watch.

It looked like teamwork wasn't going to be the name of this game... at least, not at the start anyway. Cicilia calling out one of them to come at her first seemed to work well enough... and even better that it was the smaller, loud-mouth that took it up! Glorious... she could easily pound her to paste and move onto the real challenge if Savannah's physique was anything to go by. So thin and lanky, it was a wonder how anyone could take her seriously when she stepped up to battle, the German's much more toned and muscled form seeming to almost double the width of her opponent... despite being roughly the same height... It was a wonder what drove her to confront the Juggernaut alone beit arrogance... or confidence... Could it be that she was hiding great strength behind that seemingly frail form? Could it be those blue eyes held a fierceness that wasn't entirely superficial?

...Somehow, Cicilia doubted it... But then, she hadn't seen these two fight together yet, let alone in tandem... Who knows... Maybe she'd put up a good fight after all.

"You better be able to keep up..." Cicilia grumbled, bringing her arms up in her traditional boxing stance, immediately advancing on the smaller woman. "...Or else you'll regret accepting this fight."

*DING!*

Cicilia SWUNG at Savannah with an UGLY right hook, the force of which causing an haunting whistle to follow behind the boxer as the attack cut through the air like a blade through butter!

Savannah, despite being a newcomer here, was far from intimidated as the blonde even smirked in response to the cool threat made by the boxer.

"I'd worry about yourself hunny, cause if you think some abs and a brooding scowl is gonna be enough to scare me well you picked the wrong fight~" Savannah replied, before the match started with a bang. Or rather a hook, as Cicilia tried to cut the chatter going for an immediate shot to the face to try and bash her head right out of the gate.

This was only a bit shocking, but far from something Savannah was unable to respond to, as she took liberty to duck under the hook as the fist would sail over her head brushing past her spiky hair. Though Savannah was not content to merely dodge, as she mixed her ducking motion with a follow up strike of her own as she shot out an elbow and aimed to deliver a stiff strike to the exposed gut of Ciccilia.

Savannah banked on her quick reactions catching her off guard, and while she was no body builder she would aim to show she could deliver a stiff strike with the best of them and hoped her less than threatening physique would make Cicilia unaware of the pain she aimed to send her way.

"...Shut up and fight, blondie..." Cicilia growled, annoyed. Savannah was starting to piss her off... WHAT ARROGANCE! She would think to talk to her that way!? The Juggernaut would advance and throw a MASSIVE punch at the woman's jaw, aiming to knock her off her feet and lay her out on the GROUND where she belonged but, as predicted, the woman's slender physique seemed to lend itself to a fast and aggressive fighting style! Ducking under the wrecking-ball that had been thrown at her jaw, Savannah slipped right up in the boxer's guard, SLAMMING her elbow HARD into the Juggernaut's stomach! The impact-force focused into the small, refined point of Savanna's elbow CUT past the iron-hard defense the German had built to protect her guts, the boxer letting out a surprised groan, her body freezing for just a moment as a cruel, nauseous pain arched through her stomach!

"Stronger... than I thought..." She growled, her hands SUDDENLY shooting out to grab either side of the woman's head! Without a second thought, she would JERK it up so that they were eye-level if she managed to grasp it, THROWING her own head forward in an utterly BRUTAL headbutt, the boxer aiming to SLAM her forehead HARD into the girl's nose in a thuggish, but effective attack! If it connected, the Juggernaut would retract one of her hands... curling it into a fist before throwing it HARD up into Savanna's stomach in a RIPPING uppercut, aiming to give her a little taste of her own medicine... and displace some of her organs while she was at it!

"...But don't get cocky."

"What, are my mere words irritating you this much?" Savannah asked with a smug smirk, but she soon got her answer as before she had any chance to land a follow up attack Ciclia struck back with a vengeance; pulling her head forward as she slammed into her face and nose with a hard headbutt.

Bam!

"AGH!" Savannah groaned out in pain as she clutched her nose with one hand, and tried to raise a guard over her gut with the other as Ciclia fired a powerful strike there in quick succession. The guard manage to block the blow from being critical, but she felt the sting of her arm and had been forced to stumble back nearly falling to a knee. Savannah moved her hand away from the face to reveal a trail of blood as the shot to the nose did some damage which horrified Katy.

"S-savannah!" Katy cried out in worry, ready to step in before Savannah raises a hand to shoo her away. Savannah wiped the blood from her nose as she worked back to her feet and turned to Cicila....with in what seemed impossible a grin of all thing.

"Not bad, but if you want to bash heads I am game." Savannah said with defiance as she charged ahead and aimed to slam back into Ciclia's own head with a hard headbutt of her own.

For all of Savannah's big talk, a simple headbutt to the center of her face seemed to send her reeling, the woman clutching at it with one hand while blindly trying to defend her body with the other. Whether by luck of some kind of non-evident awareness, the blonde had managed to wedge her arm between the German's punch and her stomach, the boxer's fist instead CRASHING into her limb, diverting the extreme pressure of the Juggernaut into a much less vital area! The impact was such that the woman's strength had nearly failed her, her legs shaking and trembling as if threatening to give to the boxer's overwhelming might! Cicilia only frowned, watching as the woman began to regain control of herself, dissatisfied with how... ineffective her attacks were... This girl didn't look all that tough... What was keeping her standing...? Did she just have that much willpower to take a DEAD-ON shot from her and get back up...?

The taller girl CRIED out in protest, surprised to see her partner fall a humbling manner! Instantly, the German turned in her direction, expecting some kind of retaliation. After all, nothing was keeping her there but the will of her much smaller partner. The Juggernaut's eyes locked with the seemingly more meek and nervous giant, as if daring her to come at her next. Her arms rested at her side in a signal of strength, as if suggesting she didn't need to put up a guard in the presence of these fighters, the boxer's expression hard and sharp, carved into stone. Unchanging.

Katy took a step forward, apparently eager to combat the boxer... only for her sister to get right back up and dismiss her with a gesture! Apparently, she wasn't done yet!

"..."

Wiping the blood off her face, Savannah, with a declaration of defiance, charged down Cicilia, her head leveled forward slightly as if she were an emaciated bull trying desperately yet boldly to charge down a predator. The boxer flicked her gaze back on the blonde, holding out a single hand between herself and Savannah, her palm open, fingers curled ever so slightly inward to resemble talons... If the woman kept CHARGING full on the way she was, she would run DEAD on into the boxer's palm, the German's fingers instantly CLASPING around her forehead and scalp, fingers and nails digging into her hairline as the woman's charging-force ROCKETED into the boxer's arm, through her body and down her legs... skidding back only the most inconsequential of distances! The German's arm would tremble only the slightest, her hard, hostile expression never changing, her sanguine eyes still burning evenly... looking down upon her opponent despite their similar size.

"That was stupid of you." She remarked coldly before DRAGGING the girl in by her hairline and THROWING her knee up into her stomach, aiming to replace the unsuccessful body-blow from before! Should everything come to pass the way the German planned, Cicilia would continue to HAMMER knee-strikes into Savannah's stomach, aiming to BEAT the fight out of her damn quick! Her blows would be savage, fearfully strong and all focused through the point that was her knee-cap... All the while, the Juggernaut wouldn't pay TOO much attention to her prey... too focused on watching the other girl... She'd already shown some initiative... She couldn't imagine that she wouldn't again.

In hindsight, perhaps Savannah should not have opted for that direct of an answer to Ciclia's attack, as Savannah was literally stalled from her headbutt as a hand was extended and the boxer played keep away. Savannah grit her teeth and tried to answer with a bull headed charge as she pushed against the hand; ignoring the slight pinch as she scalped her hair and head as she pushed stubbornly forward trying to overpower the boxer's arm with her own head and neck.

Though just because she was determined in this charge, had not meant she was blind elsewhere as she caught Ciclia pulling her inside and saw her knee begin to rise. She was going for a knee strike! If something was not done and done now she would become Ciclia's own rag doll.

Well, Savannah had no intention of that. This girl may have been a boxer but Savannah prided herself on being a striker and she had no intention to shy away from this confrontation. Quickly and almost in sync with Ciclia she raised her own knee and aimed to slam it against the striking knee of Ciclia as a duel of knee strikes was all but imminent.

It was never a smart idea to offer your head to the opponent in any shape or form, especially charging someone down like an enraged bull. Such things like this tended to happen, where the opponent could grab hold and INSTANTLY have control over your body, able to hammer away wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted... At least, that was the assumption. Clearly, Cicilia had underestimated the woman's power as, when her knee shot up to SLAM into the blonde's stomach... a foreign body SHOT up between them, another knee CRASHING into the German's! Her sanguine eyes widened... then narrowed with annoyance, her lips curling downward in a frustrated frown, their legs SHOVING against one another... matching pound-for-pound!

"Tsk." Cicilia growled, bringing her leg back down in a HARD stamp behind her, releasing her grip on Savannah's head! Perhaps not the smartest choice, considering she had the girl at her mercy, but how could she hammer Savannah's jaw in if both of her hands were occupied keeping her under control?

The boxer pulled her hands back but the German trucked forward, determined to get in her opponent's face and keep her on the back-foot! Cicilia charged in like the noble panzer she was, TRUCKING towards her thinner, more agile opponent with all the fury of an oncoming train! She leaned in at an angle, pointing a single shoulder towards her foe's chest in a BRUTAL shoulder-charge, aiming to knock her HARD on her back, the impact of the floor meant to stick with her more than the strength of the charge itself. So focused was she now on the smaller of the two "sisters", the larger one had completely escaped from Cicilia's view and, like a bull herself, the boxer had lost sight of her surroundings.