Ouka Shumisen vs Cicilia De'Reighnhart

Match Type: Standard
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Count Out

The Number One Face in the World's theme started to play as Ouka appeared on stage, her arms extended to bask in the crowd's 'love' for her. Having just come off a brutal Ironwoman match with her rival, Belinda Northman, the redheaded woman was ready to start pursuing other ventures having reached a mutual stalemate. The first order of business was to lock her eyes on the Friction World Championship and the quickest way to that was to get on a winning streak. She knew that she had a tough mountain to climb for her tonight, no one who goes by the name of the Juggernaut was going to be an easy task.

She has also heard that the Juggernaut was capable of delivering brutal and violent beatings from what Ouka heard about a match she had with a psychopathic jester. Or something like that.

But Ouka was never one to be balked by the obstacles in front of her. She welcomed them, to show everyone how awesome she was overcoming anything that got in her way as she was still disillusioned into thinking that her in-ring tactics were universally loved by the fans as she continued to make her way to the ring. Stepping between the middle and top rope, Ouka entered the ring as she held her hand up with her index finger extended to signify 'One' which was what she was. The top of the world and the best of faces! She would do what was necessary to prove that she was such as she turned to the ring and waited for this Juggernaut!

Cicilia had been looking forward to this. Ouka was a name well known throughout the AFW community and staff, one of the greats that had clawed her way to the top. She had been seeking bigger and bigger fish, the German, feeling her pride swell with the countless other women she had laid out in the squared circle AND the boxing ring. She would be a liar she she didn't admit she felt like she deserved this, a match of this caliber... And she didn't intend to waste it! The German watched from the other side as her opponent stepped out of into the ring, a small, eager smirk stretching across the boxer's lips. She could feel the fight already... the tension... the strength... It was with this crowd she felt that she belonged, among the stable, powerful, hard-working champions! Cicilia no longer felt like a Rookie, a newbie to the art of wrestling. She had been here long enough, fought enough, put down enough mad dogs to deliver upon herself a promotion and with it... all the rewards it would bring. It would truly be an honor to fight someone with such a vast and well-earned repertoire of experience... She only hoped that by the end of this, her opponent would feel the same.

Cicilia would step out when it was her time, raising a clenched fist to the sky as if to counter Ouka's declaration of being "number 1". As to what this counter meant... it was uncertain... perhaps just a mild jab at the gesture... Perhaps it was nothing at all. Whatever it was, her fans in the audience knew and they CHEERED for it all the same! She could hear it in the difference, how substantial the crowd Ouka had gathered around herself. Compared to her, the red-headed "#1" had at least double the audience with perhaps triple the enthusiasm! It was as if it were a reflection of her time here vs. Cicilia's, a far more seasoned and well loved specimen of the AFW.

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This didn't deter the boxer in the least. No, in fact she was encouraged by it! Her smile widened slightly as she walked down the ramp, her fighter's heart pounding in her chest! As she climbed the rungs on the ladder of fame, she was finding more and more women capable of matching her strength, more people she could truly grind power against! Ouka was one such a woman judging by the matches the German had watched, those against her blue-clad rival and those against others. She was a powerhouse... aggressive... unrelenting... a perfect unstoppable force to match her own...

Cicilia slipped under the ropes without pause or pose, climbing back to her feet as she smiled at the wrestler.

"It's a pleasure to fight with you." Cicilia complimented, throwing her fist into her open palm! "I've been waiting for this."

Ouka let out a whistle upon seeing the Juggernaut on stage, she slightly underestimated the presence that the woman had as she got a very close look at her when she entered the ring. She had torn a path through women who stood in her way and Ouka was certain that she was going to try and do the same. But even with such a threat in front of her, she did not lose confidence in her own ability as she smirked at the woman, hearing how she has been wanting a piece of Ouka. "Not surprising. Everyone wants a piece of Number One! Sadly, it's not the number you'll be getting. You'll just add to my victory list!" she proudly proclaimed, despite being in AFW for a short while, Ouka managed to make quite the name of herself.

She knew having a storied rivalry would do the trick.

This woman, although she had a serious face Ouka could see the determination and drive in her eyes. Much like Ouka's own. This was going to be a battle of drive and will, something that Ouka has rarely found herself lacking. She was ready for this fight, it would be a great risk but it would come with great rewards for winning!

As confident as she was, she was also borderline crazy as she got to the center of the ring, calling Cicilia over for a test of strength as she lifted up her hands!

"We'll see about that!" Cicilia declared, Ouka's words but kindling to the competitive fires that burned in Cicilia's eyes! For once in what seemed like a long time, she wasn't angry when she entered the ring... Excited, energetic, eager to beat on this woman... but not angry. The woman's reputation spoke for itself as a strong, honorable warrior, a type of fighter that was unnervingly rare in the boxer's experience.. perhaps that was only because she fought in the underworld for most of her time here... but regardless, she was PROUD to do battle against the "number 1"!

With the DING! of the bell, the red-head gestured the German over, raising her hands up as if to signal for a test of strength. Oh boy... she was a woman right after her own heart wasn't she? They weren't going to start with punches and kicks, not throws or grapples but a small scouting mission, a contest to see which one of them was stronger... The girl might've been confident but she had the mindset Cicilia liked...

With a curt nod, the Juggernaut pressed her hands against Ouka's, interlocking their fingers and began to push, digging her feet in and shoving forward with all of her might! She wasn't going to hold anything back! She had nothing to fear when it came to her! If her matches were a testament to anything, it was that Ouka was as tough as Cicilia was if not more and that meant she could handle everything the boxer could throw at her!

"Nnnngh!" She grunted loudly as she shoved and shoved, pouring her legendary might into this first move! She wanted her red-headed opponent to match her, to give the Juggernaut an object she wouldn't just be able to overcome... She wanted this woman to hold her ground, to stand toe-to-toe and FIGHT her every last inch of this lock-up! A real match, something that wasn't about hatred or disgust for her opponent, something friendly(?) and competitive were luxuries the German CRAVED... and with it, she craved a rival. She had enough of enemies... She needed a CHALLENGE!

Ouka smiled, she saw the fire in Cicilia's eyes intensifying as she knew she lit a fire underneath the Juggernaut. Many would view this as crazy, a determined Juggernaut was just as dangerous as an angry one! But Ouka wasn't here for an easy win. No, wins were good but only against those that actually mattered! The redhead wasn't going to be satisfied with herself if she got a massive streak by beating people who wasn't worth her time, no she wanted this to show that she was who she said she was. The Best.

Ouka stood ready with her hands up and ready to lock, against the bigger woman the strength would be clear as they locked, Ouka's lips still in a smirk as she waited for Cicilia to lock in and push down. And boy was it much more than she thought and she already put the bar really high as her eyes widened. Her feet felt like they were going to go through the mat with how hard she had to push on them to keep her from immediately crumpling against the massive strength of Cicilia.

Her arms shook with trying to push against the might, Ouka was strong herself, but Cicilia was definitely putting that to the test as the redhead struggled to keep herself upright. "Nnnnnnngh!" she growled out, as easy as it was to break this test of strength, Ouka wanted to show that even the Juggernaut had rivals in strength! Even if it was stupid, really stupid, nothing was more exciting than coming back from a strength disadvantage!

For the fans. Fighting from underneath was something that Ouka was not particularly fond of.

She had to slide her foot back, thrusting forward into Cicilia as they would be shoulder to shoulder and chest to chest, her arms and legs alone wasn't going to last her as she had to push with her full body power! "Heh! If I were....a little weaker....I'd be screwed! Too bad for you....I'm pretty strong myself!"

Cicilia wanted a challenge and by god she got one... A challenge... That was something of an understatement... "Near Equal" would've been a better assessment, seeing as neither of them gave an inch of ground! Cicilia's arms shook with the force she was confronted with, shocking the juggernaut! Despite her most sincere attempts to shove down her rival, baring down on her with her superior size, Ouka was able to make of the difference quite handsomely, their power mirroring one another! The German could feel her position being threatened, that if she let up for only a moment and broke their equilibrium, her opponent would wash over her like a crimson tide and take control! She couldn't have that... She WOULDN'T have that! With a loud grunt, Cicilia dug a foot back and threw her upper body forward attempting to take over.

...Only for Okay do do the same thing, their ample busts *SMACKING* against one another, their shoulders pressed hard against one another, their faces only mere inches apart as they stared into one another's eyes! Sweat began to bead on the boxer's forehead, an unfamiliar feeling given the time of this match, how this was merely the first move and she already felt her stamina being whittled away at! It was strange... perhaps even a little alarming but DAMN if she wasn't excited! A wide, strained smile spread across Cicilia's lips as she SHOVED as hard as she could against Ouka, appearing to only manage to keep her opponent in check... She knew she picked the right opponent, a true fighter at last!

"Ha! 'T-to bad for me!?'" Cicilia grunted! "This is what I wanted! Not many people can match me like this... It'll make my win... all the more rewarding!"

The German attempted to shuffle a step forward with her front foot, attempting to make a move to push Ouka back! Given how equal they had been up 'til now, it would be difficult to say if she could gain ANY ground on her... She'd be damned if she didn't try, though! She wouldn't be the first one to break this Test of Strength!

Ouka was lucky she prepared for a monster, if she was lazy and not had been at a hundred percent she would've been shoved back like yesterday's trash. She was right to listen to those rumors of strength and power of Cicilia, now trying to gain the ground she should've gotten against the larger woman as she shoved in. Unfortunately for her, Cicilia had the same idea as her as they both shoved in and leaned in for more leverage against the other as their chests smacked against each other, eliciting a groan from Ouka as they continued at a stalemate. Although it was good for Ouka, she knew that eventually, she was going to lose the ability to keep this up.

"Heh! Good to know....there's few like me! But....there's only one of me! And I'm going to show you....whose on top!" She let out with unshakeable confidence. However, unshakeable confidence wasn't going to win this test of strength.

She needed a way to take advantage as her feet dug into the ground, pushing against Cicilia as she gritted her teeth as sweat began to form on her face. Despite her best efforts to hold Cicilia back, Ouka's feet slid back. At first, it wasn't much but once it happened, it allowed more to continue as Cicilia was gaining ground on her. "Tch!" she let out, attempted to switch the momentum against the Juggernaut as she tried to pivot on her foot, twisting to the side and trying to switch positions with Cicilia as she tried to gain her momentum as her own, pushing into Cicilia as she tried to get her into the ropes!

"...I like your spunk!" Cicilia shot back as the two struggled against one another! "...But that alone won't win this!" Her claim would be proven correct as not long after their exchange, the German slowly but steadily began to shove back the red-headed wrestler! It wasn't step-by-step as what usually was the case but a slow grind to the opposite end of the ring, Ouka's boot-soles grinding into the mat as the German chugged along. There were few moments the Juggernaut felt truly proud of her accomplishments... Most of her opponents she didn't respect (seeing as they were hostile crazies) and that lead to an unfortunate mindset that this was merely a job, wrestling. It wasn't about the passion of the fighting style or the desire to be the best, but merely to win and earn more money. It was hard to have passion when all you fought were soulless freaks... It was against women like Ouka did that Cicilia began to come alive in a more than enraged sense, feeling a swell of accomplishment as she began to take control.

They were nearing the ropes, the finish-line of the fight... The first one to touch them would be the one with the least amount of power in the next move. With her target's back literally against a wall, Cicilia could transition into all sorts of attacks from punches to knees to throwing her across the ring.... All it would take is a little more ground...

But it didn't seem her opponent would be the one on the losing end for long as she used one of the older tricks in the book of wrestling, pivoting with her ankles to use the German's superior force to cause her to stumble past... and for Ouka to take the dominant roll! Cicilia should've seen this coming... She should've assumed someone as experienced as she would try something like this but she had been too distracted by her success to notice...

Ouka turned this test of strength on its head, forcing Cicilia against the ropes, their hands still latched onto one another, their chests still pressed against one another firmly!

"Grrrr...." Cicilia growled, frustrated that this simple counter forced her on the back foot! "...Damn...... it..." She wasn't going to push her way out of this the same way she got here... the leverage just wasn't in her favor! She didn't have her back foot supporting her anymore and Ouka had ever advantage... Disgusted that she had to break the test of strength as the loser, Cicilia attempted to rip a hand free, wedging her palm under the red-head's chin in an attempt to push her opponent back... get enough room to wedge a boot between them, to place it on her stomach and SHOVE her back to the center of the ring!

Ouka's lips curled into a smile having been able to spin around and completely flip the script on her larger opponent. She had been the victim of the simple but effective twist on the foot, it actually felt nice being able to pull it off so effectively. She knew that she came out the winner, not through strength and grit but through experience and skill. Although she wanted to win on all levels, she was lucky to get out with that much against the powerful Juggernaut as one of their hands separated, Ouka trying to quickly grab at it to keep her larger opponent under control, but skill and experience matter little when the stronger of the two wanted to break.

Her chin was forced back, arching her head back as she felt the boot on her stomach. With a harsh shove, Ouka was forced back from Cicilia and towards the center of the ring as she stumbled to catch herself from tripping over her own feet.

Standing near the center of the ring, Ouka managed to catch herself while watching her opponent on the ropes. Her smirk was on full strength with her confidence at the highest as she threw her hand up again, her index finger extended. "Number One Bay Bay!" she screamed out, a friendly and teasing taunt to the Juggernaut as she threw her hand down to the side of her as she waited for Cicilia to get off of the ropes and continue their battle!

"Number One" her left foot... She didn't deserve that title yet! She wouldn't have even deserved it if she had managed to wrestle Cicilia to the ropes on her strength alone! No, she used a parlor trick to get the juggernaut to yield... and that would not stand! The German could not BELIEVE the show-boating the red-head was going on about for the crowd, claiming her victory already like she had actually accomplished something! She stared at Ouka, incredulous, wondering if she was purposely trying to get on her nerves... or if she was just a bad judge of what to and what not to do when taunting her.

"You've got to be kidding me..." She growled under her breath as she pushed herself off the ropes, raising a hand up to gently wipe the sweat from her brow. So... She's gonna play it like that, huh? Show off every time she achieves some minor, meaningless victory, stop the action every time she got the high-ground?

Yeah... Screw that.

As Ouka brought her arm down, Cicilia came CHARGING right at her full speed, not wasting a single beat! She wasn't going to waste any more time toying around with her if this was what it was getting her! Yeah, she was cool and all, but if Ouka wasn't here to fight and KEEP fighting, she was going to bring it too her! The boxer came at her like a bullet-train right out of the station, her shoulder leveled like the point of a spear to NAIL her right in the stomach and take her down to the mat, make her pay for showing off before putting Cicilia down!

"Coming through!" She roared like the wrecking ball she was! "On your guard, red-head!"