Mari Fuuma vs Cicilia De Reighnhardt

Grabbing onto the foot and stopping her opponent right in her tracks, Mari showed off her strength as she managed to throw back the foot to the mat and loaded up her arm. Twisting as violently as she could, the thunderous clap of her arm crashing into Cicilia's chest rang out as the violent blow took Cicilia off of her feet and Mari stumbling forward as she sacrificed all of her balance for the massive hit.

The risk paid off as Cicilia was on the floor as Mari regained her balance, forcibly shoving herself back into the match with an emphatic display of power, she knew that she had to keep the pressure on Cicilia as she quickly turned around, reaching down to grab her by the long black locks to pull the Juggernaut back to her feet.

But true to her name, even the hard blow that Mari inflicted on her, Cicilia came right back up as she slammed a fist into an unsuspecting Mari. Her eyes widened as she took a step back, hunched over as she heaved for air as Cicilia quickly got to her feet. Seeing the leg loading up, Mari brought both her arms up above her head before swinging them down, looking to meet the leg head on with her arms to cancel out the momentum with her own as Mari showed off her defensive prowess.

...And yet the exchanged showed the gap between them in terms of striking, Cicilia was already following with a hard right that was aimed at her head. Mari knew she couldn't block the hit, her arms weren't going to pull themselves back up in time as Mari dipped her head down and lunged into Cicilia attempting to clinch her and find safety in the close proximity of her opponent, looking to take away her ability to strike effectively!

Cicilia was as relentless as she was vicious, landing blow after blow upon the white-haired wrestler! The first connected cleanly, the second was blocked but it was obvious that she had made an impression upon her foe. The German was about to suppress her opponent's resistance, SMASH it beneath the heavy, crushing weight of her fists... but even having taken such monstrous blows nearly head-on, Mari would PROVE her durability true and THROW herself at Cicilia, Throwing her head against the boxer's shoulder and wrapping her arms around hers in a tight clinch! On the one hand, this was a good enough sign, one that implied the Juggernaut was already beating the stuffing out of this turkey. Yes, she was tough enough to take these hits cleanly but, if she needed to retreat into Cicilia, then she was already feeling her energy deplete! On the other hand, Cicilia really... couldn't get a good enough angle to SWING her arms in those deadly arcs nor enough space to bring her knees up to CRASH into her foe!

...This was why she desperately HATED clinches...

"Damn it, let go!" Cicilia growled, squirming within this woman's grip, finding it... REMARKABLY hard to break! It was like trying to RIP out of a straight-jacket with raw strength alone, the hold so tight and firm, it was next to impossible to use her might effectively! Slowly, the boxer would manage to worm her hands up enough to latch onto the other woman's shoulders, leaning back as she pushed out, trying to put some effective distance between them! Even if she managed to do so... such progress was hardly noticeable!

"Oh for the love of-" Cicilia muttered, growing more frustrated steadily, the longer Mari clung to her!

From the sheer force of blows that Mari had sustained, it didn't take a degree in rocket science to know that she couldn't let Cicilia wail on her with impunity to smash every bone in her body. The woman in front of her, Mari felt that Cicilia had the power and the mindset to do in order to win, which made the clinch all the more important to halt the striking and weaken Cicilia as she tried to keep the arms under control. Bodies mashing against one another, Mari found that it was not an easy clinch to hold on to, all the power that was packed in her body as she thrashed to free herself while also trying to limit the amount of free targets in the close space.

The clinch was sapping her strength as well, Mari having to use her power to ensure that she kept the Juggernaut tied up. But Mari knew that simply keeping the hold on Cicilia was not going to do her any favors and she needed to make a big play to shift the match in her favor but the opportunities to do so was limited with how Cicilia was struggling, planting on her shoulders to try and shove her off. But each inch that Mari was pushed back, the Silverhead was quick to regain them back, throwing herself hard into Cicilia.

But there Mari saw an opportunity.

With Cicila's arms outstretched she saw an opening as Cicilia shoved her back once again, Mari would attempt to loosen her arms to then dip down, trying to go underneath Cicilia's arms to try and wrap around to the Juggernaut's back, wrapping her arms around the waist to lock them in a rear waist lock! If she was successful, pressing her breasts into the back of Cicilia, Mari attempted to use her preferred power use as she planted her feet into the mat and attempting to Cicilia off of her feet!

The usual move in this position was a German suplex, but Mari sought a different approach as she tried to wrench Cicilia off of her balance before attempting to try and throw her down into the mat!

Mari wasn't just strong... She knew her strength and how best to use it! First, attempting to keep the German in place. Every inch the boxer would make in attempting to push back the white-haired woman, she would just KEEP throwing herself back at her, taking that space right back! Like the legend of Sisyphus, no matter how many times the boxer rolled this boulder up the hill, it would only fall back down the other side again! Grunting heavily, a sweat starting to build, the German PUSHED again and again, this time, rearing her head back to BASH dead into Mari's forehead... Only for the woman to no longer be before her! Indeed, her grappling specialist-opponent had her own means of taking this fight where she wanted it to go loosening her grip ENOUGH for the German to make headway... and open herself up for Mari to SLIP around behind her! Cicilia's sanguine eyes widened in shock as she let out a growl of annoyance, her rival in strength wrapping her arms rightly around the boxer's sides, pinning her front to the boxer's back as she held her close in a rear-waist lock! This was bad... She had been planted enough head-first into the ground to know where this was going!

"GAH! NO!" Cicilia hissed, attempting to squat down low, forcing her center-of-mass downward in a less controllable position! She attempted to make it harder for Mari to lift her, for her opponent to STRUGGLE... but if she did, it wasn't exactly obvious! What was, however, was how unprepared the German was for an equal to her power when such strength was properly applied, Mari REARING back and taking the boxer with her, CRASHING Cicilia against the mat head/shoulders first with a MIGHTY German Suplex!

"NNNGH!" She hissed, eyes clenched shut as she bounced HARD upon the canvas ground! Should Mari let her go, the German would roll over on her front with her momentum, RISING once more... but not nearly as quickly! Her head was pounding, her view of the ring... spinning slightly from the force of the impact, Cicilia feeling the pounding of her heart in her head as her breathing grew harsher!

"What a blow..." Cicilia growled, forcing herself up to one knee! "This... isn't going to be easy..."

Slipping underneath the attack of Cicilia, her arm wrapping around the waist to aid her in swinging her momentum around and latching on to the back of the Juggernaut. She let out a breath of relief as she saw how much power that the Boxer was loading up onto her fist, even if Mari managed to survive the blow she was going to be placed in a terrible state to defend herself. Locking her hands tightly around Cicilia's waist as she bore her chest into the back, gritting her teeth as planted her feet into the mat and lurched backward. Heaving up on Cicilia and yanking her off of the mat in a show of brute strength!

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Mari roared out as she whipped backwards, falling to the mat and pulling Cicilia's body with her as she would drive her down into the mat. Her German Suplex was more on the power side rather than the graceful, focused on solely delivering the hurt business right to her powerful opponent as she released the waist, rolling onto her side and clamoring to her feet. But her opponent showed that she was made of much harder material as Cicilia was already up to a knee.

The gains of such a powerful move was not as fruitful as most women she had dropped on their head but it wasn't something that she would take for granted. Just having the Juggernaut off of her feet was big enough for her, giving a momentary advantage over the powerful opponent. Getting onto her feet, she quickly loomed over Cicilia, grabbing her by her black hair with both hands to pull Cicilia up and straighten her out while she was on the knee.

Pulling her right hand back across her chest, she would swing it as hard as she could to deliver another hard chop right to her chest looking for another thudding blow!

As Cicilia reached her knees, she felt the revenge of Mari clutch against her skull, fingers digging into her scalp and PULLING at her hair in revenge for a similar treatment she had received. The pain was sharp and hot, the epitome of the pain of frustration, a thousand needles piercing into her head as her long, obsidian hair was pulled! Grunting in annoyance, one hand would reflexively shoot up to grab her opponent's wrist, the other... SHOOTING up between Mari's little chest-smack the back of her hand serving as a guard against the sharp chop that attempted to get behind it! The edge of Mari's hand clashed against the back of the boxer's fist, strength against strength as one woman struck down against the other! Attacking the chest... How disappointing. And here Cicilia was, starting to get excited. The German Juggernaut despised such low moves, attacking where one was so obviously weakest, where one such as she (and many other well-endowed women) would have difficulty in protecting. It was the attack of a weakling, as far as the German was concerned, to attack a woman's breasts.

...and after all that build-up too. Here was was thinking that Mari had some integrity.

Enraged at this revelation, the German would PUSH back Mari's chop, using that very hand to curl her fingers into a fist and SHOOT it up into her gut, RISING up with her blow and using the strength of her legs to further intensify the sheer rising punching-power of her uppercut! She pushed against the hand that clutched at her hair, teeth grinding in a snarl as she shoved herself to her feet, further GRINDING her knuckles into Mari's abs! She wanted her to feel the pain of punishment, for her to suffer an appropriate penance for attempting such a childish, callow, weak maneuver. With any lesser women, she might've gotten away with it, perhaps even with a commendation for her ability to land it...

...but that kind of crap didn't fly with Cicilia De'Reignhardt.

"What, so that's what you do?" Cicilia rumbled, grabbing the woman's wrist, should it still clutch at her hair, fingers digging at her tendons as if threatening to crush them! "You attack obvious weakspots? I thought you were better than that." The boxer would attempt to WRENCH the woman's arm DOWN and away from her head, bringing up her free hand to SLAM into Mari's jaw followed by a sharp RISING knee-strike aiming to clock her in a similar place!

Mari swung with the intent of leaving her handprint embedded into Cicilia's chest, but her opponent was as intelligent as she was strong as she brought an arm to intercept the chop and left Mari to smack at the much firmer and harder bone of Cicilia's fistas the attack backfired and hurt Mari more than it did to Cicilia. Cringing in pain, Mari's fingers trembled as she tried to pull away but Cicilia was already laying moves on her, grabbing at her wrist and locking the two together and preventing her from escaping! Growling as she struggled with the Juggernaut, trying her best to break free in vain.

Without any options of defending or distancing herself from the Boxer, from this distance she knew that Cicilia had the absolute advantage as she quickly utilized it to great effect as she slammed her fist right into Mari's stomach! Her amber eyes widened with her mouth wide open, spit flying out of it as she was forced off of the mat for a brief second before her feet planted back on the mat, hunching forward as she began gasping and coughing for air as the knuckles continued to dig into her abs, burying themselves deeper and further into her stomach as she gritted her teeth. With no air in her lungs, it was difficult to mount any sort of offense as she was too busy heaving for air.

She gave a snarl as she heard her opponent chided her for attacking at a weakspot that was her chest. "Is your...chest so weak...you can't take a hit?" Mari growled out as didn't take her opponent for someone who cared where she was hit, but the silverhead was oblivious to the fact that Cicilia was referring to the breasts rather than her actual chest. Being yanked down by the arm, Mari was forced to hunch over as it strained her arm but it quickly became an after though as Cicilia's knee came crashing into her stomach violently, lifting Mari off of the mat once again and this time the force was enough to drop her on to her knees as she once again heaved for air!