Meet and Greet

Maybe...okay, maybe this was getting a wee bit out of hand. Mariah had been worrying about that since a minute or so ago, but now Bubbles was starting to harbor fears, too. How could she not, really, when her opponent was yelling at her leg like it was making the decision to disobey her? Kind of a bad sign.

On one hand, Cicilia was a grown woman, and she loved an opponent that had stamina, who’d keep coming regardless of whatever Bubbles threw her way and could handle the pace.

On the other hand, well, there was a limit to everything, and she didn’t want to reach it, here.

Either way, they were about to find out how much Cecilia could take - Bubbles came down with her elbow drop, crashing into her foe and sending the air clean out of her body. With a target to focus on, she decided it might be worth it to try something a little unorthodox to get a submission, too. She might not have known anything much more complex that a scissorhold, but that could work here.

Sliding down Cicilia’s body, she seized the boxers right leg and put her thigh in between her own, trapping it between the two muscles. It might’ve looked a little dirty at first, but her true intent became apparent when she crossed her ankles and started applying pressure, squeezing Cicilia’s trapped leg to cut off circulation.

Perhaps it was getting a little bit out of hand. When Cicilia's... "Self-motivating conversations" grow so loud that you start YELLING them to yourself, then you know that perhaps you should take a break. Yeah... The German knew just how loudly she had spoken as expressed by the dark red blush that flashed across her face. It sounded so much quieter in her head...

Whatever. Ignoring the humiliating question of her well-being, Cicilia was in no state to avoid the hold Bubbles had placed on her! Entrapping one of her legs between her vice-like ones, causing the boxer to let out a YELL of agony, the hold crushing her vessels within, preventing any kind of blood to circulate to her limb! She wanted to keep going... She WANTED TO! The German might've even been able too had this been another ordinary match with ordinary preparation! No... They had a good bit of food right beforehand and that made an unholy mix with all that pain... Cicilia felt nauseous... Full stomach plus extreme workout equals bad day ALL day... Urk! She felt like she was gonna be sick...

If she didn't give up now, there would be something far more humiliating than a loss on her hands. She would take that loss if it meant preserving her pride and so... she swallowed her inhibitions and forced herself to say those words!

"I GIVE!" She yelled, slamming her open palm on the floor repeatedly. "I give up!"  Never once had the Juggernaut said that to anyone and now she knew why: It felt so much better to be beaten unconscious than it did to admit you're the loser... If she was let go, Cicilia would groan softly and flip over on her front, taking her SWEET time pushing herself up on her knees. That... was less fun than it should've been... She felt like she had been deprived of the ending she wanted... She wanted to WIN, she knew that, but more than that, she wanted a real fight, a test of her limits and she couldn't very well have that if her body FOUGHT HER TOO!

The Boxer muttered all sorts of obscene things in her native tongue under her breath, hardly directed at Bubbles or anyone else in this room. She just needed to vent some frustration before she faced the Virgin-Killer. She didn't want to come off as hostile after all!

"Eheh... Um... Good fight!" Cicilia congratulated, turning back to face Bubbles, fist outstretched for her to tap. "You're damn strong, Bubbles... One of the strongest I've ever fought!"

There was an overwhelming urge to be that person. The soccer on on the sidelines calling the shots. The rough and tumble boxing coach who was past their prime barking orders to watch out for this and that. There was a slight sense of envy when Mariah and Bubbles worked as one mind, drawing from one another. Cicilia and her though, it was different. Sayumi was as much a distraction as she was a driving force and it took everything she had to keep herself from shouting to the heavens as the match dragged on. This was the first real time she was ringside for a match of Cicilia's, save for their single tag debut. The last thing she wanted to do was cost her girlfriend this match.

She had instead confined her thoughts to her mind, taking in everything as it came. Her palms pressed hard enough to the ring apron every time Cicilia took a blow making her knuckles turn white. She had seen the boxer fight, several times in fact, but it normally was from a screen in the backstage of Friction’s set. To see her employ things they had practiced first hand was special. When they first met, the German had been, to put frank, a rather poor wrestler which only made sense as her pedigree of choice was that of a boxer. The amount of growth she had seen from their first late night encounter at a deserted gym to now, holding her own against a time tested veteran on the ring was rather awe inspiring. Sayumi wasn’t even sure her girlfriend knew how happy she was to simply see her holding this down still after the first two grueling contests.

She had broken her vow of silence for just a moment, slapping the ringside area as Cicilia had applied the chin lock, urging her on to finish the larger woman off. For a moment she truly thought it would be enough after the hell both women had put each other through… then the monster rose. She seemed nearly as shocked as Cicilia in that moment, a sudden panic taking her.

The transition into the sleeper hold was a great move. So much so she was a bit dumbfounded she hadn't thought of that herself. A wide grin pulled at her lips as she watched, murmuring softly under her breath. “Come on, just get her back on the ground… you have her…”

Bubbles of running on fumes, she knew that. A sideways glanced to Mariah seemed to confirm that. If Cicilia could snuff out this final effort of the Virgin Killer’s attempts to rise, she was sure that this would be over. She reached up, clutching at the bottom rope to give it a small tug. This was nail bitingly tense, so much so she was feeling a bit queasy.

Sayumi cringed, jerking away from the ring as Bubbles flopped herself over onto her girlfriend in a sudden change of momentum that left both women floored. Was this it? The last attempt to fell the giantess ended in failure? “Come on Cicilia…” she whispered softly to herself as the two women battled to their feet. She let out a small surprised squeak as they came careening to the nearby corner, another wave of hope knowing full well what Cicilia was capable of on a cornered for, only to have it dashed with a shove.

Both women looked on the verge of collapse, in this series of matches that could have headlined a pay per view, for nothing more than bragging rights. It was wild. Sayumi however was snapped back into the cruel reality of things as she and the other witnessed Cicilia making a scene, trying to urge herself on. Her girlfriend’s tenacity was rather legendary. It had her taking on any and all challengers, coming home banged up and beaten on some occasions. She didn't like seeing her like this, in a business like this you had to know your limits. This wasn't about survival, no one was going to be put to the sword if they lost here.

She didn't like seeing this side of Cicilia, these unhealthy tendencies she had when faced with competition. She had wanted so much to be free from the judgemental gaze of her family but still seemed to hold on to that need to prove herself, that victory mattered over everything else no matter how hollow it was. While the others worried, she found herself frightened. Had held out hope Bubbles knew better, that if it came down to their safety that she would relent, but she didn't know… she could only pray.

Just like that, it was over. Cicilia submitted. Sayumi wasn't sure how long she had been holding her breath, but she finally let it out in a gasp. She stared for a long moment, slightly confused. Had she ever seen the German surrender, outside of their more intimate encounters? She couldn't recall. The raven haired woman she shared a relationship wish was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met when it came to her own body, watching her give all of that up now was something she couldn't have foreseen.

Her girlfriend lost.

But she couldn't have been happier.

With a small bound Sayumi threw herself under the bottom rope, knees dragging along the ring, stockings be damned. As the two women separated, Bubbles chance to take Cicilia up on her show of good sportsmanship was promptly ripped away from her as Sayumi collided with Cicilia to tackle her back to the mat in an embrace that was no doubt far too tight on the battered woman. Protests went ignored as she showered her girlfriend with kisses, not at all deterred by the coating of sweat caking her body.

“You did so good.” She clutched her girlfriend protectively, nuzzling and kissing at her sweetly. "I am so proud of you.” She seemed overjoyed, and she was. To her, Cicilia’s acceptance of her limits was far more a victory than any Pinfall obtained at the cost of her health. Bubbles was a veteran, with experience that amounted to the both of them combined. There was no shame in losing to someone like that and she was making sure Cicilia knew how much of a winner she still was in her eyes.

“When we get home…” She whispered softly into Cicilia’s ear. “You can wrap me up however you want.” Her words were just as suggestive as her tone, leaving very little mistake as to what she meant. With one light nip of Cicilia’s earlobe she pulled back, plopping herself down beside her girlfriend to help her sit up. With a wide smile and a deep red blush she looked over the other two women. “I… think these two ladies need some water.” She cleared her throat softly, returning back to the world in which she and Cicilia were not alone.