Mari Fuuma vs Cicilia De Reighnhardt

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO

It was another night for Mari as she was going through some last stretches to ensure that her body stayed limber as she knew that a tough battle was in front of her for the night. Her opponent, Cicilia Reighnhardt was known for her heavy fists and relentless attacks fueled by incredible durability, she was not going to be an easy fight. Mari may have heavy hits herself, but she wasn't as foolish to believe that she could out strike someone who was specially trained in it. Any shot thrown by Cicilia had a chance to be a fight ender and Mari respected that from her opponent with that level of risk as her lips curled into a smile.

She was excited.

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Another powerful opponent had appeared before her and Mari couldn't wait to test herself in the heat of battle as she was called to the entrance. Her theme began to play, the black clad silverhead appeared on stage as the tingling sensation in her body continued. Ever since her war with Astrid Arvidsson and how they threw everything at each other, Mari's want and need for competition rekindled. Walking down the ramp, her eyes were on the ring but her mind was on the opponent who wasn't even out yet as Mari jumped up on apron, making her way towards the corner and ascending onto the second turnbuckle as she posed for the crowd. Her eyes quicken shifted towards the entrance before stepping over the top rope and jumping inside the ring, making her way towards the center as she waited for this Cicilia Reighnhardt to arrive.

Cicilia had been taking some time off since her last match, using it all to just... sit back and think about some things. How she was treating people, how completely out of line she often was, how she let every little thing get to her like some sort of child... Some Juggernaut she had been, treating every little jab, every strike at her ego like it were a personal affront. What a joke she was, some tough-girl so easily offended... She had always blamed this on her family, those god-forsaken blue-bloods being the cause of every bad thing that happened in her life. She wanted to think that, if she had enough time to decide who she wanted to be, she would've turned out different... BETTER even... But look at where she ended up... always angry, always touchy, never enjoying a damn thing outside that which she dedicated her very life towards. So damn protective, it was embarrassing. She had to change. The world will never , nor should it, change to fit her piddly little wants. No, she would have to become a better person in spite of the crap, in spite of the assholes out there, in spite of it ALL... because if she didn't she would only get worse and worse... Cicilia would sooner DIE in the attempt of improvement before choosing to survive as a hollow shell of what she once was (if her training regimen was anything to go by).

...And it would all begin here.

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The German fighter would step out to the roar of the crowd, something Cicilia ghosted, forced to roll off her back... now actually stuck. It felt... good to be wanted, now that she allowed herself to feel it, to... let herself actually BE what she was, rather than what she thought she wanted to be. Before, it was just about fighting for money and improvement, the crowd only being there to get what they paid for. Before, she just wanted to get in and out, slipping from day to day until she finally gathered the strength she needed to defeat Elfrida and all those other twisted creeps... but including others in it... letting them in just a bit...

...It was actually amazing how many people came here to watch her fight. Now that Cicilia could actually SEE them... it touched her.

This awakening of sorts extended to her perception of her opponent as well, the remarkably cute (platonicly of course) white-haired girl in the ring before her. She looked... excited for as reserved as she seemed to be, not at all a shallow obstacle Cicilia would have painted her as in her earlier days. She looked as if she'd been waiting for this... and Cicilia found that she had as well. Mari was known as a REAL tough one, who's punches could level women her size or larger without much resistance. Her toughness was nothing to scoff at either, extending fights to the wire sometimes through raw will alone!

Yes, Cicilia wanted this fight. Not out of spite or to satisfy some convoluted vengeance she had projected onto her... But because it would be fun! ...And why not? What REALLY was gonna happen if she cut loose and enjoyed herself?

Cicilia would slip into the ring, giving a quick wave and a nod at all those who had came to see her before tossing off her jacket into the ring's outskirts and turning to Mari directly. She was impressive, her form honed into an obviously lethal weapon. Respect... that was just one more thing Cicilia was happy to feel at this moment in time.

"Lets have a good match." Cicilia offered, a small upon her lips. "I've been watching you fight and I know you'll give me a real challenge."

While she was waiting for Cicilia, Mari dropped into a crouch as she rested her arms on her legs as her amber eyes were dead focused on the entrance, waiting to see what kind of woman Cicilia was going to be. The theme of her opponent would begin to play as Mari's hairs rose, excitement and anticipation running through her body as she soon saw the German appear on stage and the presence was already felt from the stage. Mari felt nothing but the focused drive of her opponent, even seeing that her opponent's red eyes were focused in the ring, focused on her. A smile curled on her lips, she felt as if she found a kindred spirit with such focus as she kept her eyes locked on Cicilia, watching her every move as she made her way to the ring.

When her opponent arrived in the ring, Mari rose up to her feet to meet her eye to eye and on a even level as they met in the center of the ring. Mari didn't back down, but not because she didn't fear Cicilia but she respected her enough as another competitor to give her a fight she deserved. She wasn't the only who was excited, the rumbling of the crowd was already beginning to pick up in anticipation for the battle that was going to take place in front of them.

"We will." Mari quickly responded, "I've seen how you fight. I'll have to come at you with everything I have just for a chance to win. And that's fine by me."

"Heh.... Good." Cicilia responded, THROWING her fist into her palm, cracking her knuckles as her grin WIDENED with excitement. "...Because if you were giving me anything less, I'd be disappointed! Lets see who's stronger!"

...And with those parting words, the bell would *DING!*

Cicilia would quickly raise her hands up slowly making her way towards Mari non-threateningly! Normally, her strategy would be nothing but a bulldoze, completely overwhelming the opponent with her RAW, aggressive, insurmountable power but this girl had her curious! Moreso, she had her attention and Cicilia wanted to compare their strength before the fight would begin in earnest! After all, they were both warriors known for their physical might primarily so who among them would pass up an opportunity like this? Cicilia would reach towards Mari, offering her hands out to her, the boxer's sanguine gaze SPARKING with intent! By looks alone, one would be able to read what Cicilia had in mind and, should Mari meet her, the boxer would lock their fingers in and PUSH! There was no holding back and no rage in the German's mind to cloud her mind, the Boxer putting all the strength she could muster into completely overcoming her opponent! Slowly, hungrily, the German would aim to lean into her opponent's space, to steal her leverage and FORCE her DOWN! As their bodies trembled, struggled with each other, the Juggernaut would aim to slowly TWIST their wrists in an uncomfortable 180, making it more and more intolerable for Mari to resist!

"RRRRRGH!" Cicilia grunted heavily, her smile mutating into a snarl... yet the ends of her lips remained upturned, a sign of the grin that still remained!

"Heh..." Mari chuckled, Cicilia was as straight forward and direct something could greatly approve of, it matched her temperament quite well. "I shall spare you no quarter!" she asserted as the bell would ring shortly after! Mari remained planted in her spot as she sized up Cicilia, she had expected her opponent to take her boxing stance that she was so known for, so it was a surprise to see her walking right up to her.

Mari smiled at the challenging strut, the two were known for their power in different aspects. Cicilia was focused on crushing blows while Mari was focused on powerful throws and slams so there was no doubt that the two of them were physically imposing. But everyone and especially the two warriors couldn't help but wonder which of them were stronger in terms of flat raw power as Cicilia raised her hands up.

There was no hesitation from Mari to reach up and lock hands with Cicilia and quickly the two went to work, slamming into each other with their bodies as hands twisted downward. Mari gritted her teeth as she felt the power of the well named Juggernaut bearing into her. She dug her feet into the mat to keep her posture, refusing to bend back and allow Cicilia to overwhelm her with her strength as she shoved just as mightily back into her opponent's body. Their hands were in a similar tight position where the slightest slip up could spell defeat as Mari's hands pressed against their opponents.

But Mari's smirk never left her face, even if she was straining with all of her body just to match against Cicilia's with virtually no space between them as they pressed fiercely against one another. Her muscles were flaring in the effort, body shaking to remain up right as the competitive drive between the two was already firing on all cylinders! Looking for every leverage to call upon, Mari angled her head forward, trying to will her body to follow it's lead to straighten out into Cicilia to get the first step over her powerful opponent!

Resistance... So much raw resistance! Cicilia had to place Mari up there as one of the few women in this league who could hold her back for so long! Indeed, the German was barely making any progress at all, the two of them DIGGING down so deep into their posture it would've taken a barrage of explosives to even BEGIN to move them from their spots! Even as Cicilia attempted to RAISE over Mari, attempting to acquire leverage that would allow her to CRASH over the young woman like a mighty wave, Cicilia was finding that even she couldn't notacably overcome the sheer FIREWALL of strength her opponent had raised, the two SHOVING together as a pair of unstoppable forces canceling out in the middle!

...But physics is a bitch. A low-down, cold-hearted bitch.

As the two women PUSHED against one another, Cicilia would begin to feel her muscles SEARING in exertion, beads of sweat rolling down her cheek as she SHOVED defiantly, yet fruitlessly against her foe, giving NO GROUND to her opponent as they fought! Heh... What a time... She was actually having her AWESOME might being challenged head-to-head! Most wanted to avoid such a struggle, to dance around her like a fly around the jaws of a dinosaur... but not this one. No she was more than strong enough to give as much as she got... telling the German all she needed to know! It was one thing to make a promise... it was another to actually fulfill it. So many people here talked so much trash, hyping themselves up to be the next coming of Jesus. Every time, these would-be messiahs would be pounded to DUST by the furry of the Juggernaut, the instrument of God's Judgement to cast down the false prophets... but this one actually seemed to live up to her title...

...But this was only the first test...

"Pretty... good." Cicilia grunted softly, leaning in close, pressing her forehead HARD against Mari's "...You're strong.... But how... good of a... fighter are you...!?" Cicilia would pause a moment, letting that question sink in before suddenly going on the offensive! Suddenly the German's arms would shoot UP and wide, DRAGGING Mari's up with them before suddenly RIPPING themselves free of her grip and coming down in a SHARP arch! Cicilia's fists would would come down HARD towards the top of Mari's head, aiming to SPIKE it downwards in POWERFUL double axe-handle!

Positioning was an absolute importance for Mari, she needed to stay as upright as she could less she lose balance to allow Cicilia to dictated the pace and ultimately the test of strength. Her opponent was keen on knowing what it took to overpower another woman like this as she felt Cicilia's body rising upward to try and gain the higher ground over her and force Mari to work even harder to hold back the Juggernaut. The inch height advantage she had over Cicilia had little effect for Mari and her current situation as neither power sought to wane to the other as they neutralized each other strength and found themselves in a deadlock.

Feeling Cicilia's forehead press against hers, Mari couldn't help but return the favor and shoved right back into Cicila as their eyes locked. Mari saw the fire in Cicilia's eyes, the same determination to victory that she felt! No matter the contest, no matter what was at stake, both of them wanted to win and prove themselves as the victor over the other! Gritting her teeth and growling back at Cicilia in the strenuous battle of bodies, she smirked at Cicilia's question that was just a layered threat! "Why don't you...find out?" she hissed back, shoving harder into Cicilia to directly challenge her into going through with her threat!

Although it was soon Mari who was the one finding something out.

Cicilia's arms suddenly ripped upward, changing the momentum and pulling Mari's arms up with them as they broke from the grip. Mari's eyes widened as she was left in shock at the sudden change, not even getting a second to response before the heavy hands of Cicilia came crashing down on her skull! A loud thud rang out on impact as Mari's head snapped downward as one of her legs gave out as she crashed down onto a knee.

Her head was throbbing after the violent hit, rattling her brain as she was left woozy and disoriented, but instincts took over as she raised a hand up, trying to grab onto Cicilia's waist band of her shorts to form any type of semblance to try and get her focus back!

Cicilia's club-like-strike brought Mari down hard, her head snapping so quickly southward the crowd shuddered with anticipation and shock! The white-haired girl whom could match the juggernaut in raw power now took a knee before her, that intensity having been dismissed with a single, strong-enough blow! The German looked at her oddly as she reached out, clinging to the boxer's shorts in such a way she nearly pulled them right down, her hand hanging off them being the only thing seemingly keeping her upright!

"Come on. Get up." Cicilia chided somewhat lightly, reaching down and taking the woman by her shoulders, aiming to PULL her up to her feet. "That's just the beginning. If you can't take a hit like that, you simply won't beat me!" Once the boxer had DRAGGED her white-haired opponent up to her feet, the Juggernaut would shift her grip from Mari's shoulders to one of her arms, stepping past the woman... only to FLING her towards the nearest turnbuckle in a SHARP Irish Whip! While Cicilia might've not been boiling over anymore, that change in personality wasn't going to make her any less ruthless! How the hell was she really going to get her blood pumping if she was constantly holding back, effectively strangling herself on self-imposed restrictions? If Mari really was the tank she made herself out to be in matches, she was going to have to actually FIGHT Cicilia, not just play with her! She was going to have to step it up, force the German stand her ground rather than continue to invade hers.

...And god knows she wouldn't have an easy time of it!

Should the boxer's Irish Whip go off without a hitch, the German would CHARGE right after her, sprinting RIGHT up to the thrown wrestler before SHOOTING her boot out in a MASSIVE Super-kick, aiming to BLAST her rival BRUTALLY across the face!

Mari growled, she heard her opponent barking at her to get to her feet as if she was already crumpled and beaten. Mari wasn't finished, she only needed a second to get her bearings back together after the crushing blow to the head which would've dropped a lesser woman into unconsciousness. But Mari refused to stay on her knees for long as she pushed herself up onto her feet, but Cicilia wasn't going to let her do it under her own strength as she was hauled right back up as Cicilia's powerful grip shifted from her shoulder towards her wrist, digging into the mat as she gathered all of her strength in her legs before sending Mari charging into the corner!

Twisting around as she slammed back first into the buckles, Mari hissed out as her body recoiled with all of the momentum thrown into her body came to a violent stop. Her body snapped against the turnbuckle pads as she gasped out, the impact of the crash sending some of her air out of her lungs. But she knew she had little time to recover, seeing Cicilia charging at her with her foot raising up to her face!

Mari wasn't going to humiliate herself with getting bulldozed so easily and so quickly as she brought up her hands to catch on the foot, her muscles flexing to stop all of the force in Cicilia's powerful leg as she was pressed back into the buckles, but she refused to back down as she stepped out of the corner, still holding Cicilia's foot up to keep Cicilia off balance.

If she managed to get out of the corner, Mari would attempt a violent counter attack by pulling down on the leg, stepping forward to jerk Cicilia closer as she stuck out her arm, whipping it at Cicilia to try and return the hard hitting favor with a clothesline across the chest!

In all honesty, Cicilia shouldn't have been surprised that one hit wouldn't have been enough to drop this woman. After all, from everything she's seen of her, this girl had taken far more and gotten up just as readily so, when Mari caught her foot RIGHT as it was about to connect with her jaw, the German should have already had something ready and waiting!

...But that didn't stop her from feeling the shock of the unexpected anyway!

Cicilia, despite her cravings for a challenge, really wasn't used to fighting opponents nearly as strong as herself. People who could stop her dead, anticipate her attacks and counter them with just as brutal rebounds, people who could actually drop the Juggernaut quickly and effectively... People like Mari. The German had always been a tank plowing through infantry, rarely EVER having an opportunity to really engage a woman powerful enough to match her... So when Mari's clothesline connected and DROPPED Cicilia hard on her back, it was a unique experience. Disarming really. It usually took until the boxer was DEEP into the match by the time someone could force her to hit the deck this hard, when both she and her opponent were depleted, when their second-winds were starting to become little more than breezes. Mari's strike... it sent SHARP PAIN though her, the crash to the floor sending a PULSE of dull, burning ache up her spine!

"UGH!" Cicilia grunted, sanguine eyes glaring up at her foe! Okay, so this woman could HIT! Fine. Time to get serious! Cicilia would shoot up as suddenly as she went down, throwing a SHARP punch UP into Mari's gut, aiming to DOUBLE her over right there and then! Should she succeed, or at least stun her opponent, the Juggernaut would then SHOOT up to her feet, bringing her leg UP and around in a HIGH roundhouse-kick aimed at the side of Mari's skull, another attempt to keep her rattled and slow, vulnerable to a real offensive!

Whether or not these blows connected, Cicilia would finish her combination with a classic haymaker punch, taking a moment to position herself, take aim... AND FIRE, DEAD at Mari's jaw, depending on her OWN power to topple her opponent! Only once her weakness was assured would the boxer attempt to grapple... fore it was not exactly her strong-suit!