Tag-Team Match: Cicilia De'Reignhardt and Sayumi Arai vs The Shooting Star Sisters

As Cicilia approached, Touka attempted to move to the side, to circle the Boxer and make her change her position... In the boxing ring, this was something she hardly ever allowed... Often, even she forgot where she was standing in the ring and so the juggernaut attempted to keep as many hazards in her view as possible at once. In this case... the hazard she was referring too was that other sister: Namie. Cicilia had gotten her first taste of wrestling through watching it on the TV and more often than not, partners always interfered in the fights of their partners, especially if it was going completely sideways like it was for Touka. The two of them had already shown they were not above it when it came to Sayumi and so Cicilia wasn't going to allow them to pull the same damned trick. Either Touka was going to retreat to her sibling and swap out, or she was going to stay here and fight. No more tricks.

As the girl shifted positions, as did the boxer, mirroring her every step to the sides with one of her own in an attempt to keep her boxed in, limit her mobility. Cicilia was a strong, tough monster but a slow one so this strategy wasn't quite the best if Touka attempted to use her superior agility to get behind her but for now, it would keep her from shifting the direction of the fight as it was now.

If Touka still went in for that kick to her leg, Cicilia would take it with a grunt of pain, her limb swelling a tad where she was struck but the boxer wouldn't stop with such a hit. T'was a SEVERE underestimation of a JUGGERNAUT to assume that just poking at her with these pidly moves would halt her advance. Yes, it hurt... and Cicilia would probably have a bruise there in the morning but she would need something bigger! A real attack, not just a jab! Attacking the limbs was a good way to get at the smaller, weaker girls, so easy to knock off their feet. For women like Cicilia...? If you couldn't match her might with your own, one would have to attack her weakspots... grapple her, flying attacks, strike at her back or head... Things that she had a hard time resisting.

Of course, though, the German wouldn't let this attack go unanswered. She would lunge forward, lashing out with a hand as if she was going for a punch to the girl's gut... but that was a faint as it quickly shot up, her fingers unclenching to grab Touka by the throat! With her other hand, she cocked back into a fist before throwing it HARD at the girl's cheek as she drew her into it, attempting to make her fist cut deep.

Relying on speed to try and limit Cicilia's she would try to attack the leg around the joint with a decent amount of power to cause some issues for the girl if she tried to bend or turn her leg. Realizing that one of the best ways to help her and Namie put an end to her was to try and limit any chance she had of using her speed and power, granted it would likely be a team effort but from where she was now she lacked the ability for either. Cicilia was quick to respond, suddenly charging at her with intent to crush her body once again which caused Touka to respond by lowering her hands and hoping to deflect the punch only for her to turn it into a feint and aim for her head instead, catching her throat to hold her in place and causing the smaller girl to gasp before cracking her fist against her cheek! "Nggghh!" She felt like her head would be taken off her body if she was punched like that too many times, her cheek felt like it had been pulverized and her vision went all blurry as she desperately kicked and struggled to get free from her grip on her throat.

Namie who could do nothing but watch from here was practically livid with her inability to help, at least not yet. Touka's back was to her which mean that Cicilia would see her coming if she tried anything, her only chance was to hope Touka could get to her or that she could find an opening to get inside and help her out. Neither option seemed to be coming soon enough though. "Sis come on we know your not an aggressive fighter, stop trying to meet her at her own game!"

Cicilia's fist smashed into Touka's face, knocking all that cockiness she had earlier right out of her like stuffing. She attempted to struggle, pry at the German's hand in an effort to free herself but Cicilia wouldn't let her. The German attempted to tighten her grip on the girl's neck, make it harder for her to pry her fingers free but even so... with all that kicking and flailing... it was hard to maintain her choke-hold. As she struggled to make sure Touka remained trapped, Namie yelled out to her sister, DEMANDING she stop trying to fight her head on! The smarter of the two siblings for sure. Cicilia glanced her way, acknowledging her presence before turning her gaze back to the poor girl in her grip, her expression hardening.

Suddenly, Cicilia would release her grip on the girl's throat before raising her boot high, slamming it into her chest in a her High-Kick signature, attempting to send the smaller girl SPRAWLING back towards her sister! She had hoped that strike would beat the last bit of fight out of this girl, leaving only Namie to be dealt with.

Should all this come about as intended, Cicilia would raise her fists back in her boxing stance as she waited for her new opponent to enter the ring. She would take them both down... One was hardly a challenge. Another wouldn't make a difference...

Touka was fighting to break out of the grip on her neck, her voice gagging as Namie looked on in the corner hoping for something. Finally she was almost relieved when Touka was let go but kicked backwards, the younger of the two screaming as she was pushed back and hit the corner coughing and holding her neck like she was afraid she had broken something while Namie tagged herself in. Touka looked at her shocked but Namie didnt look back at her. If she went back out shed get murdered so there was no other option for her. At least no option Namie was comfortable with.

Hoping over the ropes Namie looked back at Cicilia and then at her partner who was also recovering a bit in the corner, not as much as Touka was now but then again her issues were more recent. "Guess its you and me now...again" Namie expressed as she started to circle Cicilia and try to find the best way to approach things and get the best results. The first idea involved goading her opponent to attack but that didnt seem to hard if Cicilia was pissed off again.

Ciiclia's arms tensed as Namie tagged herself in, remarking how it was just the two of them once more. T'was funny how life worked... Started with them.... Ended with them. This time, however, their exchange would be far less even. The German began her approach on the smaller girl, mirroring her attempts to circle her as she did her sibling, not willing to give Touka her back either. She wanted every advantage, every strength... So she could rain payback upon them that much more viciously.

"Good. You're going to get it too." She responded sharply, lunging in with her fists raised as a shield for her head and torso. As she always did, Cicilia opened up with a few jabs at Namie's face with her front hand, the attacks quick, hard, but manageable, testing her defense for a refresher. She had to have a good understanding of her opponent's weaknesses before she could truly and utterly SMASH her! Somewhere in the back of her mind, Boss-logic fed her guidance... No matter how strong you were, no matter how angry, it was a good thing to assume the opponent's defense was better than your offense. Even if you could break through it eventually, they would've lost less stamina defending than you did attacking... So... she'd have to keep her eye open for weak points... Little glow-ey spots that indicated a weakness in their guard... That's what Cicilia was doing now... probing for weaknesses...

Her patience wouldn't last though. If Namie kept strong, Cicilia's face would contort in frustration, throwing harder, if slower punches, though her back hand notably stayed out of the action. It remained nestled behind her front, muscles tensing... preparing themselves for something strong.

Cicilia seemed razor focused now which meant Namie was going to have to be pretty focused herself. Ready to start things as she moved around she saw the girl moving in and attempting to try and take her down with few shots with the same hand. Namie's guard came up as well attempting to try and block her attempts to hit her as she tried to defend herself as much as possible while moving around and attempting to find a way to attack. She had a better chance of getting a hit off then her sister but that still didnt meant his was the most optimal option for her. Though she felt Cicilia getting more intense with each punch her harder then before as Namie attempted to hold her ground and when she had the chance she would try and parry the jab away and move in for a punch to the he side of the girls head.

If that connected she would try and follow up moving more to the side and then attempting a side kick at her head as well before backing up and running towards the ropes before moving in towards her opponent trying to close in and attempt to move in and jump for a kick at the girls chest. she couldn't fight her straight up but if she put some momentum behind her attacks she might be able to rattle her.

What could've possessed this girl to think Getting into a fist fight with a trained boxer would put the odds in her favor? Cicilia was genuinely surprised at how eager Namie was to engage her in a brawl after what happened to her sibling, but it was a pleasant surprise. The german bared down hard on the smaller girl with a barrage of punches, her fists rebounding off her guard... for now. She was a much better fighter than her sister, it appeared, able to hold her ground against a much stronger, much tougher and far better trained boxer than Touka ever did! She would start to lose ground, though as Cicilia's punches started gaining strength and momentum, each hook to her jaw striking with the force of a cannon-ball, each uppercut at her gut cutting deeper into her defense like a knife.

Namie wasn't dumb enough to try to outlast a juggernaut and attempted to make an opening for her self by catching one of Cicilia's many jabs on her arm and shoving it to the side, quickly lashing out with a strong, if undisciplined strike to the boxer's head! Cicilia had to concede some ground with that one, leaning back just enough for that fist to slip BARELY past her chin, stepping back a foot or two before re-engaging the smaller girl! If she still attempted that kick to the side of her head.... it would connect. HARD. Cicilia was terrible with kicks... She was so used to engaging people from the top-up, where punches and such were thrown at her from above, not these attacks from below! The leg would come up from beneath Cicilia's line of vision, the lower-leg cutting DEEP into the side of her head and sending her stumbling wildly to the side!

"Ughk!" She growled in protest... but Namie wasn't done. Should those two things come to pass, the smaller girl would make a lunge for the ropes, using them to propel her just as Cicilia was getting her bearings to land a powerful drop-kick to the boxer's chest! In her disoriented state, the attack hit quite hard, sending the German crashing to the mat, stunned.

Namie did her best to hold out for that big opening, she had been punched around before and while her body did not like taking those punches, especially those ab blows she could hold firm until she knocked the punch away trying to move in and control her with the sudden punch of her own. This kind of tactic could only work if she went all in. She couldn't dance around the issue or Cicilia would keep coming and it was working for now, especially that kick that stunned her and gave her time to move in for the dropkick sending her down back down once more.

Moving to get back to her feet Namie tried to move in again bouncing off the ropes and trying to move in and go right for that chest with a lower dropkick to keep her down. If that connected she would close n and try to hook her legs around her neck and close in for a headscissors. "This is for my sis."

Cicilia hissed in frustration, rolling over on her front as Namie quickly got to her feet. As she retreated back to get a running start, the boxer rose up on her hands and knees in a determined attempt to avenge her girlfriend. Namie fought for her sibling who was beaten mercilously by the German... But Cicilia wouldn't allow this woman get a hold on her... Not when she was already half-way done to justifying her partner's broken, exhausted state! They wouldn't get any more leeway... Enough of this! She was going to put a damn end to this match if it was the last thing she did! As Namie came running at her again, poised for her drop kick, Cicilia would quickly roll to the side as her legs shot out, one foot striking the German HARD in the shoulder, but hardly doing the damage it was intended to do when aiming at her head. The strike did jar, her arm, though, making it painful to move, but that pain only fed into her determination... doubling down on her resolve to see these two beaten to a pulp!

By the time Namie began to recover from her failed drop-kick attempt, Cicilia would have risen to her feet, already standing over the smaller girl. Her hand would shoot out, grabbing her by her neck in a near crushing grip, her fingers seeming to dig into her flesh, threatening to wrap around the bone itself! Cocking her other hand back, the German would raise her fist, slowly closing each finger until they folded into a fist...

Well... Until it SMASHED into Namie's cheek, a strike nearly rivaling that of her train-wrecker punch!

...Ora

Spoiler:

Staying on the unrelenting attack Namie knew she needed a way to try fully put her down and the dropkicks seemed to remain her best way to do so, though having to see her try and get up her dropkick ended up only catching her shoulder a bit as Namie hit the ground, though she wasnt deterred all the way, it hit so she had a chance to try and keep it going and tried to get back up once more. The needed to move fast being top priority in her mind while she saw her move in and go for a punch that connected with the side of her face as she was still getting up.

Needless to say it knocked her back down. In no condition to properly block anything she was treated to being sent back to the mat and rolling to the floor once more staggering a bit as she held her head she grabbed the ropes she rolled next to and tried to push herself back up. A terrible ringing in her head but staying down didnt seem to hold anything well for her.