Handicap Homecoming: Ciclia De Reignhardt vs. The Super Sisters

As Cicilia released her lock on Savannah's head, the athletic blonde jumped a step back just to gain distance though just as quickly got in a fighting stance with her arms raised. If her smirk had been anything she was proud she was able to stall Cicilia's offense with her quick knee strikes, but that peace was short lived as Cicilia charged once more.

Cicilia was like a mad bull, and seemed to try and drive through Savannah and went for a should charge. Katy saw that Cicilia had tunnel vision, and that a clear opening was there for her to strike but before she could step in a quick gesture from Savannah cut her off; her friend still desired to do this alone. Seemed Savannah had an idea and while Katy was against this idea of not fighting as a team against her, she decided to trust Savannah's judgement.

And in this case, she may have been onto something.

Savannah would drop down just as Cicilia charged at her, waiting for her to be in full speed and would in theory be unable to stop herself. Once that was reached her aim was simple; to use Cicilia's own momentum against her and take advantage of her single-minded charge with an attempt to bring her down face first with a drop toe hold.

Cicilia's speed wasn't ever her strongest suit and charges banked heavily on the user's ability to overcome distance quickly. While it wasn't as if they were standing too far apart, it would seem that Savanna's reaction time was sufficient act on a counter-plan... one that would slam the German's head into the dirt. Eager to get her hands on the valuable commodity that was opportunities for revenge, Savannah would time he drop the floor at JUST the right time, locking her legs around the boxer's ankles and tying them up mid-stride, allowing her momentum to carry her FLAT on her face!

"GUH!" Cicilia growled as her head impacted DEAD on with the tough canvas! It was like a falling tree, the way she timber'ed right over, her arms unable to react in time in order to catch herself! The German seethed with anger, a soft pink blush of embarrassment flashing across her cheeks... That was fucking shameful... She SHOULD have seen something like that coming... It only HAPPENED ENOUGH in her career! The Juggernaut pushed against the floor with her arms, propping herself up somewhat as she glared back at her blonde, super-sayain-looking foe, the Juggernaut's sanguine eyes BURNING like twin red-giants! If Savanna hadn't released her grip by now (whether to attack or back off), Cicilia would PULL and tug at her legs, trying to pry them free!

"Damn it... Let go!" She demanded, annoyed, embarrassed, frustrated! ...And where was that other girl? Did she move? Why wasn't she jumping on this? Something was wrong...

"Let go? Oh no darling we are just getting started~" Savannah said with a sly smirk as she kept her legs wrapped around Ciclia's ankle, but it would only remain there long enough to keep the woman in place as it seemed the upstart blonde had another trick up her sleeve.

In a seamless shift, Savannah would jump up and aim to press her weight on Ciclia's back, if she was successful at this she would then aim to try and trap Ciclia's right arm between her legs and pull it back while she tried to wrap her hands around the chin of the boxer as her goal was to try and trap her in a crossface submission. The goal was to take advantage of Cicilia's downed position as Savannah desired to press her advantage and make the most of it; trying to wear her more experienced foe and an attempted submission to pull on her while she kept favorable leverage.

Katy looked on as she was unsure if she needed to get involved or not, this opponent was dangerous and experienced and they were new. Not to mention she disliked Savannah's prideful stance to do this "one on one" but so far she had yet to be totally destroyed. And as she watched maybe she could actually lock in a submission to get offensive in on her!

"I'll show YOU 'getting started!'" Cicilia fired back, jerking around THIS way and THAT, using that MIGHTY core-strength to try and pry herself out of Savannah's grip! Her power was the greatest in AFW, she was starting to believe, that nobody here could compete with her in a dead-on contest of pure, physical might. She had every reason to believe that she was the mightiest woman in all of the wrestling-league, taking on bigger and theoretically stronger people and coming out on top REGULARLY. She had thought that even a PORTION of her power would allow her to cut through this lanky-girl's grip and reassert herself at the top of the food-chain...

But strength didn't much matter when it came to escaping holds... After all, Cici didn't have portions of her power at her disposal here... but fractions.

With her hands locked under the Boxer's chin, Cicilia was PULLED back in something resembling a Camel clutch, the boxer letting out an aggravated GROWL as her head/back was pulled back, FORCED up at an uncomfortable angle at Savannah's hungry whims! The Juggernaut's hands SHOT up, CLUTCHING at the fingers that CLUTCHED at her chin, the boxer trying to PRY them off her face... images of that fight with Manami flashing across her mind!

...Images of nails clawing into her eyes, ghost-sensations of the slicing, cruel cutting pain blinding her with blood... the closeness of Savannah's nails distressing the boxer... perhaps beyond reason! The pain inflicted by the clutch went unnoticed, the damage unattended fore the fear of what twisted things might be going through Savannah's mind terrifying the boxer all the more! This wasn't to say she wasn't hurting the Juggernaut. No, there was damage to be done... But adrenaline simply overcame the paralyzing affects of that suffering... for now...

"GAAAAAH!" Cicilia roared, PUSHING UP INTO Savanna, bringing one hand down to shove against the floor as the boxer tried to SHOVE her knees underneath herself, using them to attempt a rise from the floor... to push through the hold Savannah had her in! It wouldn't be quick, it wouldn't be easy... but the boxer would keep going... She had to get those hands away from her face!

"Hey hey, no need to be so hostile. I know it's a submission hold but is it that much to whine about~?"

In hindsight, Savannah's mouth and her words likely was not one to help in such a situation. Almost as if she added fuel to the fire as already it seemed that this woman wss a bit frantic in the hold; like the idea of a crossface killed her extended family or something as she fought back with ferocious intensity as she tried to pry her hands off her face as Savannah grit her teeth and tried to hold on.

Savannah locked her fingers even as she felt Ciclia try to pry them apart. Her strength was insane! But Savannah was as stubborn as trhey came and tried to answer her power with greater tenacity as she worked to resist the tug and pull back on the chin more as an intense struggle was set.

And things got worse as Ciclia got her legs under her and tried to stand.

"H-hey! Knock it off!" Savannah cursed as she tried to hold on though felt a jerk as her body was actually somewhat being lifted up by the sheer power Ciclia. Savannah, Katy and the audience were stunned by the display of power from the boxer as Savannah struggled to hold her ground.

So Savannah opted to try and force her down.

She would pull with her thighs on the other arm she still had between them in the crossface to apply additional pressure, and she would aim to try and press down her full weight to try and weight down Ciclia's rise and hoped that this would be enough to try and stall it. All the while she had a struggle but fought to keep her grip around the chin and pull it to apply further pressure as Savannah felt the pressure and struggle increase as she tried to hold on and pull for dear life.

Savannah wasn't making it easy on Cicilia, constantly pushing down on her, trying to push her back down into the floor... But it would be like trying to force a bench flat against the ground! Each PUSH, each shove the blonde would employ would only stall the German's rise for a moment or two, keeping her atop for just a second or so longer before being overwhelmed once more! The moment Cicilia was high enough upon her knees, her hands would SHOOT up to grab at Savanna's, her fingers attempting to dig between the smaller girl's palms and her face to pry them off! Cicilia's sanguine eyes would never leave her opponent's cooler ones, the fury within seeming to lock their gazes and provide a bridge of sorts... to enter the soul of it's target!

With a low growl, the German would PULL herself to her feet, attempting to THROW Savannah RIGHT off her with a quick JOLT of her body, discarding the smaller, thinner woman with all the tact of a monster freshly awoken from a nap!

Should the blonde refused to let go... should her grip still remain firm and stubborn along Cicilia's lips and cheeks, the German's fury would BURN, her eyes practically two lumps of scalding coal within her skull that would only heat UP as she would take hold of her foe's wrists!

"Let... go... of... ME!" Cicilia would DEMAND, PULLING the woman's arms apart, her raw strength overpowering Savanna's an inch at a time, slowly but surely forcing her grip apart!

Should she have let go... Cicilia would turn to face her, seething, enraged by Savannah's choice of attack!

Savannah was as stubborn as they came, so even as Ciclia rose her up with her freakish power Savannah held on as she grit her teeth and tried to keep her hands clinched around the chin even as Ciclia literally had began to claw at them. Savannah pulled on it as she tried to keep her fingers locked even as the struggle became more and more intense as she pressed her fully body weight down on Ciclia which seemed to do little more than slow her destined ascent.

But it seemed even Savannah knew when the cause was lost, and soon broke the hold moving off her back as she stepped and smirked her way.

"I'm gonna assume that my little hold like kicked your puppy or something?" Savannah asked with a bit of sarcasm as she got in a grapple position ready for whatever this boxer would throw next as she saw this reaction as an emotional weakness to exploit.

In response to Savannah's snide and sarcastic comment, the Juggernaut would WHIRL around, arm raised in an UGLY backhand, her arm acting as a scythe that would cut down the smaller woman and ALL of her arrogant talk! It was as if she was trying to take off the blonde-girl's head with this one motion of her body, to leave a black/blue bruise upon her jaw for daring to work it so! Apparently, Cicilia hadn't been trying hard enough in this fight... Savannah had enough time to crack stupid jokes, after all, to have time to feel comfortable and safe...

NOT. ANY. MORE!

Should her attack strike Savannah and send her sprawling to the ground, the German would stop right up to her, each foot-fall leaving the tiniest indent upon the canvas floor, each step FLOODED with the adrenaline of ANGER that flooded her! Whatever weakness this woman thought she had detected... she would find it being used to BURN her away! Each little flaw she would find int he juggernaut would serve as mere fuel for the boxer's rage every time the girl would attempt to exploit them! Targeting a monster's weak-points only served to make them more dangerous in the end!

If video-games have taught anyone anything: Damaging a beast only makes it that much more ferocious.

Upon approach, if Cicilia was able to get in close, she would reach down and GRAB Savannah by her long, spikey blonde hair and YANK her up to her feet, Cicilia pulling her in close, their faces barely apart! Her sanguine eyes would GLARE into Savannah's softer blue's... before pulling her free hand back and THROWING it up into the woman's stomach massive uppercut! And then another... and then another! Many... MANY punches would hammer into the woman's body, crashing into her guts as REVENGE... while the larger girl just stood by and watched... watched as her tag-partner was being savaged.

Savannah would be a step to slow, as she had not expected Cicilia to respond to quickly as the thunderous back hand smacked Savannah across the cheek as the lighter girl groaned and flopped to her butt as she groaned and rubbed her chin. The blow had been a stunner as she was left in a daze; only for a moment as she quickly shook her head to try and get her senses back, but more than enough time for Cicilia to make her charge.

Savannah would yelp as she felt her hair pulled as she was yanked up by Cicilia; whose intense gaze could kill if that was possible. In the next instant, a sharp hand slammed into Savannah's gut as the woman groaned in pure agony as air violently excited her lungs from the result of the body blow.

"S-savannah!" Katy cried out in horror, as before she knew it Savannah was turned into a human ragdoll. Hammered with blows over and over and over and over again, each one caused her body to flop about in Ciclia's grip as she felt the staggering blows drive air from her lungs as her body became a literal punching bag as the boxer lived up to her deadly reputation.

Katy watched in horror as her partner & friend was taken to school; abused by blow after blow as Savannah could only offer up a guard to try and weather the storm. But as Savannah groaned and moan in pain from the beating Katy was unable to contain herself anymore and against Savannah's earlier wishes she charged with the aim to knock Cicilia down from behind with a clothesline.